Update Time!
So, latest SKMT is up and ready to go, gonna give it a rest after this one so I can concentracte on Wutaiverse, I hoping I can get it replanned out and back to a one a week or once every two weeks updating schedule before the end of August.
I have also discovered writing plans, made one up for Wutaiverse, so we'll see how it goes, if it works I can start doing them for my other fic ideas and maybe get them out faster than Wutaiverse has been.
In real life news I now have an indefinite temp job, it's a morning courier run with isn't too bad. On the downside it was killing me with gas-had to refill twice a week-so I had to get a new car, this one so far looks like I'll be refilling once a week.
My bank account is loving this.
I'm still finding places for things, yes, after six months I'm still not totally unpacked.
If anyone's been watching the news-and you have my total envy, no tv here, too expensive-we broke a heat record in June and probably gonna break another before July is out.
Baby F is doing fine, and at six months had out grown all but her 12month clothing, she is also unhappy with the heat-aprt has no ventilation and we're still working on getting an AC-but the complex has a pool, so when the heat gets too unbearable we head down and soak. F is turning out to be a little water bug.
Roomate and I are discovering the joys of shopping at Costco.
That's it for the updates, and now the fic!
SKMT#2 - 2008 - Spring - Pg2
Feb 8
Card Captor Sakura, Touya/Yukito: romance - dine
Moonlight? Check.
Candlelight? Check.
Sprat staying over at a friends’ house? Check.
Dad off on a lecture tour? Check.
Putting the last touches on the smourgasboard he’d whipped up, Touya cehcked the clock, good, just enough time to go and change-
With a snap coming from somewhere outside the house the power went out.
Blinking up at the now lightless lights, Touya could only take comfort in the fact that at least the power had had the decency to wait until AFTER he had finished cooking.
Disney's Aladdin/Little Mermaid, Aladdin/Prince Eric: diplomatic relations - "Wow, things are...really different in your kingdom."
When Aladdin had first heard about the invite from Prince Eric’s costal kingdom, he'd been reluctantly excited. Reluctant as he’d never been outside the lands of Agrabah in his life, and excited for when Jasmine had returned from the shadow’s captivity, she'd come back with a wealth of stories from the other princesses she’d met.
As he had no diplomatic wisdom, Aladdin kept his mouth shut and listened, and when the Sultan agreed to it simply asked for a specific group of quartermasters, clerks, and preists to keep the whole thing organized.
There were some surprising benefits to getting to know the palace staff.
***
“Wait, you have two Sultans?”
“Yes, one for the land, and one for the sea.” Aladdin looked at Prince Eric in confusion, one for the land and one for the sea? Instead many for the land? How could one man hold all that territory?
“What about the Princes, don’t they have their own lands?”
“Nope, not unless your the Crown Prince-the Heir, other wise you join the military or the preisthood.”
"Wow, things are...really different in your kingdom."
“I’d probably be saying the same thing if our positions were reversed.”
Okay, now he liked this guy.
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Sephiroth/Tifa: Enticement - "The risks of switching sides were great, but so were the rewards."
“So, how much longer till he starts getting the hint?”
“I think things are starting to connect already, but we’ll know for sure when he starts to act.”
***
Sephiroth awoke to mother’s call, piercing his dreams and hauling him to wakefullness in one brutal pull. He gave himself a moment to reorient before leaving the nice he’d curled up in.
Checking his internal clock he realized just how little sleep he’d gotten-he was going to have to explain to mother again how plans took time and patience and sleep-and that if she wanted him to win his battles he needed the later!
Sighing he mentally dove into the connections he had with his various clones-he still felt a pang at the thought of the good men those clones had cost him, but mother had been adamant, at least he’d managed to save the best of the SOLDIERs from her-Sephiroth began checking status, location, and orders. Dropping out the connection he felt the ache in his bones that spoke of exhaustion that even his system couldn’t keep up for long. And the headache threatening to split his skull told him of mother’s rage and impatience.
“Mother please-you waited so long for me to be ready-please-can you not wait a longer? Yes-yes I know-but-mother-plans take time!” whips of fire and Mothers rage decended on him, lashing at mind and body while Mother’s voice howled her fury.
Mind reeling, skin boiling Sephiroth felt himself falling into darkness and desperatly reached for the part of his mind that seemed to bring him any peace these days.
***
Tifa saw Aeris give a slight jerk out of the corner of her eye. Considering they were still in the Forgotten Capital this was nothing new, the Cetra were constantly visiting, but the way she cocked her head to listen...
She watched as the other woman made her excuses to the group-quickly reassuring a worried Cloud-and slipped off. The only time Aeris had that look in her eyes was when she was working on her current project. To see it outside when she was working on it-huh. Running through a list of excuses she picked the most resonable and after waiting a few minutes made her own way away from the group. Far enough away she circled back around their campsite and headed in the same direction Aeris had taken.
It didn’t take Tifa long to find her.
Kneeling under one of the forests strange white trees, a glow of green and white swirling around her, the young Cetra was moving her hands in strangge patterns in front of her. Strange until you noticed the faint outline of a very familiar-looking man laying on the ground in front of her, see-through, and head in Aeris’ lap, Sephiroth could look surprisingly peacefull when asleep.
They had initially been shocked when Aeris had approached the group with her idea; Sephiroth, despite Jenova’s claims, was not just her son, the blood of the woman Jenova had possesed had also been put into the man-thus he was, in some small adopted way, a Cetra. Thus was the question, if Sephiroth’s Cetra blood could be encouraged enough, could he see his different options? Would he realize puppet he was becoming? Or at the very least would it slow him down?
Aeris had told them that here in the heart of the Cetra’s own power, she could use her connection that she, and Sephiroth-and almost anyone born with Cetra blood had-to feed power to that blood, strengthening it against Jenova’s blood, make it stronger so that the virus had less control over him.
Barrett, Cid and Cloud hadn’t been happy with the idea, Vincent, Nanaki and Yuffie had agreed with it. Cait Sith had been offline while Reeve was away doing stuff, Tifa had been the deciding vote.
Aeris had a month, then they would follow the plan they had already come up with.
Now watching as the brunette womans hands moved through the shadow-Sephiroth, Tifa felt her eyes wanting to blurr, within the shape were three colors, one purtrid purple-the sign of Jenova, one brilliant red-the human blood from Sephiroth's birth parents, and the last the same green that surrounded Aeris, his Cetra blood.
Blood that Aeris had been nursing stronger everyday.
Blood that seemed to be doing exactly what Aeris had predicted, as this was the first time that Sephiroth had come to her, and not the other way around.
Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Vincent/Chaos: demon-sex - "Does this count as a threesome?"
Most times Reno woke up he was awake and alert-most times.
Most times he had missions to do, the boss to guard, a partner to fly for or something that needed blowing up.
Most times however weren’t a week off, and the morning after a very nice fuck.
Shifting Reno flinched, what the hell? Since when did he hurt there? Oh, wait, now the memories were coming back. With things being proportional, Chaos was at least a meter taller that him so that meant....
Damn, no wonder he was sore.
Feeling movement behind him, he let the smirk widen and said the first thing on his mind.
"Does this count as a threesome?”
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Aerith: Who can hold out the longest? - "Like the perfect ending / It won't be too long / 'Til everything I've ruined has seen me gone"
It was a simple battle of wills.
Eyes locked on the other, taking in every move, every action they could see the other doing and moving to counter it.
Feint and counter, block and stab, parry and thrust. Back and forth, planning and plotting. Most of the time, they were in balance, but occasionally one got the better of the other-if only for a little while.
He had though he was finally getting ahead when the smallest of his fragments had summuned him. But he had been shown otherwise when the girl had given his former puppet the prod he needed, followed by the rain that had purged mother from the children of the world and denied her another route into existence.
Patience, he told himself, she was but a girl, either her attention would wane and he would capture her, or she would simply run out of power. And lose too much power and the Lifestream would erode self and memory in a wave of green and song. He would easily recharge his dwindling energies after her defeat by truly drinking from the Lifestream, unlike the small sips he was forced to limit himself to now.
Too much time’s innatention would cost him her advantage.
Sending another trickle of energy out he faintly noted the lighter bruise-purple than it normally was, but ignored it and kept on.
Patience.
***
Aeris held back a smile as she saw Sephiroth's power, now much lighter than it had been at the start of their little power struggle. Now that the last of Jenova’s body was a part of him, each time he sipped the Lifestream to reggain strength, a tiny bit of Her was burned away, not a lot, or he would notice, but enough that after a dozen blocked plans the energies of Jenova within him were getting weaker.
Giving silver haired man a chesire cat smile, she started sending dream messages to a certain ninja in Wutai that perhaps she should round up her best materia and go check out this little area in the south...
Harry Potter, Dennis Creevey/Giant Squid: tentacles (duh.) - OMGtheirloveissocanon!
“Okay, so just to be sure I’ve got this straight, the sketch is in the Harry Potter ‘verse, the main character is some guy/kid named Dennis Creevy.”
“Yep.”
“Who, over the course of the program has several willing sexual encounters with-am I reading this correctly? A giant squid?”
“Your reading it right, and the squid is the one from the lake outside Hogwarts.”
“Right, so completely ignoring the question of how the hell you’d shoot me having sex with an invertebrate at least 50 times my mass-what the hell gave you guys this idea anyway?”
“Fanpoll.”
“Fan...Poll?”
“Yep. Y’see we set up a system so each month anyone could suggest a sketch idea, and then out customers could vote on which one they wanted.”
“Okay, so why-and I’m assuming that this idea wasn’t at the top of the list here-is this sketch being done?”
“No-no-no, you’ve got it all backwards, this idea got 75% of the vote! So of course we had to do it right away!”
“Are you sure that everyone who voted was legal?”
“Of course! They had to sign the electronic waiver after all.”
“The waiver that dosen’t ask for proof of identity or age?”
“Oh please, why would someone underage want to visit out site?”
“You know nothing of thirteen year olds do you?”
“Hell No!”
“Right I have to go make a phone call before we start going over the script.”
“Oh, who are you calling?”
“OSHA-the Organization of Story Histories Association.”
“Great idea! Make sure we’ve got something original, the fans’ll love that!”
“Yeah, be right back.”
***
“So how’d the phone call go?”
“China already has it, title launch in three days”
“Dang, ah well, on to the next one!”
“Next one?”
“Yep, Harry Potter and Buckbeak!”
“You really don't know anything about thirteen year olds do you *sigh*.”
Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Tifa: Roleplay - "Cloud's always wanted to see you in a maid's outfit... trust me, I'm his darkness, I know these things."
At first what Sephiroth said didn't register in Tifa’s brain.
And then it did.
Then she saw the look on his face.
And the way he was slouched.
And what he was carrying.
Which is when what he said really hit home.
And then Sephiroth registered a fist flying at his face.
The pain between his eyes.
His broken nose.
And through his ears he could hear a very offended female “hpmh” walking away from him.
And through the Dark he knew that said female’s body posture screamed for all the worlds and any eyes watching that the little turd she’d just flattened and walked away from was the most perverted thing in the world.
So There!
Ah well, he thought, there’s always the healer and the mercenary with the exposure issues.
Kingdom Hearts II, Sora/Demyx: suggestive objects - "You're one to talk, playing the giant blue wang!"
Demyx’s jaw dropped in shock.
Around him his dancer’s paused, heads cocked as if not understanding what had been said.
Beside him Axel collaped in laughter, clinging to an Assasin to stay upright.
In front of him the keybearer-who shouldn’t even know what that last word meant-smirked and high-fived the duck and dog beside him.
Oh, now it was personal.
Naruto, Naruto/Kakashi: role reversal - Naruto as Hokage
Kakashi’s squad came back smelling only slightly of blood, maybe a few bruises and an occasional scratch. The mission had been relitively easy for information so important.
The moment they’d been cleared by medical they had been told to report to the Hokage’s office-which was currently cleared of all paperwork, he could all but hear the screams of the secretarial pool when they discovered the bushin filled out forms dumped on their desks in the morning.
“Hey guys! Wow, no wonder the medic’s are running for the shrines, you really did come back without needing a patch-up.” Robes tossed over one shoulder, hat dangling from negligent looking fingers-while also holding the mission file quite firmly Naruto walked out of the side room attached to the Hokage’s office and headed for his desk.
A bit more time then, before Naruto was put away and the Rokudaime came out.
Plently of time to live up to his reputation and make the blond laugh before the Konohagakure Warleader came out and began directing his troops once more.
Spriggan, Jean/Yu: companionship in unexpected places - "There's no such thing as a crowded battlefield. Battlefields are lonely places."
Once more the Spriggan had been called out to defend a site, no sky reaching mountain tops, no steamy hot jungles-no this time it was a dry, blistering, fridgid dessert.
In terms of life deserts were dry and barren-considered the loniest of places.
Lonely as battlefields to be honest.
But sometimes-just sometimes-you could find an oasis in the desert, just like sometimes in the middle of battle you could find yourself side by side with someone, fighting in sync despite never having fought together before.
Rarely was a battlefield anything but a lonely place.
Feb 9
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Azula/Suki: imprisonment/control - "you're a pawn, I'm a queen"
Burnt green littered the ground, fans and sheilds shattered, gripped in hands begining to slack, face paint smeared by hands, sweat, and blood.
Above her stood red, black, and gold. Not a hair out of place, not a singe, scuff, or tear.
The mouth moved but no words came through until black took over her eyes.
“You’re a pawn, I'm a Queen-did you really think you could touch me?”
Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Cloud + Tifa: drunk shenanigans - well that was unexpected. And hot.
Closing the stable door Tifa sighed, Cloud’s business was up and now included monster hunt requests.
It wasn’t that the monsters in question were too strong-it’s just that when nearly a dozen packs roamed a valley between three towns it was just plain smarter to have multiple hunters covering more ground to kill the dammned things.
The real surprise was Reno volunteering to tag along and help bat clean-up, but hey, the faster they killed these things, the faster they could go home.
But right now all she wasnted to do was sleep.
Turning from the door she headed for the stable stair and the hayloft, absently noting the creaks above her, it would surprise many how confortable straw could be when-
Creaking turning to cracking was the only warning she had to jump back before the ceiling came down in a pile of wood, hay, and the smell of alcohol.
And two bodies with very familiar hair in a very old position.
Watching as Reno arched above cloud she couldn’t help but admire the view as straw, chaff, dust and wood slivers drifted down.
Reno collapsed onto Cloud, loose and panting with the expression on his face telling just how much he’d enjoyed himself. Cloud however-while still looking rather happy-was eyeing her warily.
Tifa however simply shrugged “Well, that was unexpected-and hot.” and with that she stepped over them both and headed for the stairs to see if there was any hay left for her to bed down in.
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Rufus: drugs, hospitals and hallucinations - "you venomous poison"
“So, awake again? Considering the all of nothing that you have in this world not bought by money I’m surprised.”
One year since the first symptoms started, eight months since he realized what was happening to his body, six weeks since his turks had confronted him about his health, four days since a cocktail of antibiotics and drugs had been pumped into his system.
“Don’t tell me you never wondered? What would happen if all your money was gone?”
And the halucinations were only getting worse by the day.
“Would they stay? Perhaps out of pity for one who was once so high now fallen so low? Perhaps so they might have someone to amuse themselves with when they’re bored?”
He hid his reation to the drugs-one good thing growing up as he had, you learned to keep a straight face or suffer the consequences.
“Or maybe they’d all walk away, after all, you’re hardly friends-why shouldn’t they find someone who can pay all their bills? Who can get them the best equipment?”
And what would he say? That a figment, that a memory-that a person dead and dust was standing all around him, saying the very things out of his deepest fears?
“So little Rufus, what shall you do?” Sephiroth asked, leaning down to touch his cheek.
Naruto, Shizune/Kakashi: sex after sparring - "I used to hate you"
“Oh? And why is that?” Kakashi asked, shifting to ease the pull on his right shoulder muscles.
“No offense, but the few times we came back through Konoha the rumors about you were rather negative-don’t get me wrong, they all said that you were a good ninja-but that as a person you were rather lacking. And, well, Sakura didn’t exactly paint a pretty picture of her time with you either.”
“Ah, no, she wouldn’t have.” he agreed. “So, what changed your mind?”
“Honestly, it was a bunch of little things-your file for one, with your past how could you not turn out messed up, then there were the other stories that Sakura started tell after a while, and just working with you I guess. I just...stopped.
“Ahhhh.” was all he said, letting his fingertips trace her side and hip-ninja, shinobi, kunoichi-it didn’t matter who they were they all had their scars, some simply handled them better then most.
Spriggan, Jean/Yu: hurt/comfort - "You're bleeding. Hey. Hey, snap out of it!"
Blood ran between holding fingers, mixed with sweat and dirt, matted cloth and stained leather.
"You're bleeding. Hey. Hey, snap out of it!”
Adrenaline running, muscles buldging, nails dug into earth, concrete and flesh, screams and howls.
“Shit! Clear out! Clear out!”
The wind bit at his skin, his clothing in shreds, blood below his nails-in his mouth-and the corpses, the dead and carnage all around him.
“Hey...you back yet?”
A hand on his shoulder, eyes wary, curious, questioning, worried.
“Here, your gonna catch a chill-don’t worry, everyone else is cleared out and staying put till I get back.”
Surviving, standing, living, in the sea of death his beast had created.
“So...does that happen often?”
Transformers (G1), Jazz/Prowl: car chase, Jazz breaks the speed limit - "if he can catch me, he can have me."
They all needed to cut loose every once in a while-and for almost all the mechs in the Autobot city, this was no problem...
“Um....Jazz, I know this is gonna sounds weird coming from me-but aren’t you going a tad fast?” Blurr asked, watching the other about to hit speeds no human vehicle could.
“Yes.”
“And you do know that you're going to pass in front of Prowl real soon right?”
“Yes.”
“Okay...You do know how pissed he’s going to be? He’ll try to stop you, you know that right?”
“If he can catch me, he can have me."
“...”
Some just needed more coaxing than others.
Transformers (G1), Starscream/Hot Rod: hidden darkness - "stay as you are, the darkest star"
It would shock and surprise many Autobots to know that Hotrod understood Starscream-and get him commited to a hacker-scan by some.
The simple fact was that Starscream was Angry, oh not at the Autobots, or at all of space, or even at his fellow Decepticons-but instead at the scientific community who had held Starscreem and Jetfire fit for only what they had been created to be-hounds to drive prey to the hunter’s of the security forces.
In fact that was the very same reason he had joined the Decepticons-to show those stuffed up tailpipes that not only could the Seeker thrive in situations where they plainly did not, but could also think circles around them.
Then Megatron went and had the great scientific halls-and their occupants-wiped out. But Starscream new better than to turn on Megatron-to hate him for taking away his reason for fighting the way he’d hated those who’d once dismissed him-to do so was to eventually be ‘removed’ from the Decepticon population. So he kept on hating the now dead scientists-and kept trying to prove himself to those who no longer exsited.
Oh yes, Hotrod could understand-for just as there had been hounds in the sky, so there had been ones on the ground-chasing prey as the hunters had seen fit. As hounds they had to know every street and bylane on Cybertron. From the most well tended boulevard to the most ill-used trail. To flush and harry the prey however the hunters wanted but like the Seekers never to bring them to ground.
And never, were any of them thought to have naught but their original programming in their processors.
So yes, Hotrod understood Starscream very well, very well indeed.
Feb 10
Circle of Magic, Lark/Rosethorn/Crane: threesome - "Lark only likes women. (Usually.)"
Crane gaped openly at the two women before him, not quite sure his ears were working- “I’m sorry-what did you just say?”
Rosethorn gave him a Look “You heard me, Lark only likes women...usually-don’t know how she talked me into it, but that’s Lark-so do you want to or not?”
Crane looked aside to Lark, only to see the bird-named disiples chesire grin and raised eyebrows.
Blank mind finally coming up with an answer, he quickly changed it to a more acceptable response.
“I would be honored.”
Naruto, Kakashi/Naruto: sex after battle - “he was young once”
He was young once-they all were at one time or another-so he understood what it was to have your blood running so hard you could feel it move, your heart pumping so hard it wanted to burst, the feeling that you could do anything-all you had to do was decide to do it.
And he also remembered what happened after, when the adrenaline stopped and your muscles shake so bad you don’t think they’ll ever stop. The aches start then-followed by the sharp pains of all your hurts and injuries coming to the fore.
Then there were the memories-the flashbacks-the moments of recall. Pain, blood on your hands-metal-ground, punching hard enough to crack or break bone. Dodging a thrown weapon only to hear it hit someone behind you and no time to check if it’s friend or foe that was hit. Taking hits but not feeling them, knowing that your opponet is in the same state. Pulling yourself out the battle long enough to do a quick bandage on yourself or a comrade-or to finish an enemy doing the same.
So he understood, the need for contact to ground in the hear and now to keep away the memories of gore and death. To bring back a fraction of that rush, that feeling invulnerability so your hands will stop shaking for a while. To know that there was someone there with you, who felt what you did and had the same need.
So he understood-and indulged-and took part.
One Piece, Mihawk/Lucci: “Don't you think that's going a bit overboard?”
Mihawk eyed the harbor that lay before him-sinking and sunk ships, boxes, barrells, crates and what not floating everwhere. The docks were smashed shambles that perfectly echoed the now-ruined city beyond.
As he observed what had once been a bustling port town the swordsman found his eyes drawn to a singular figure, sitting calmly-and rather smugly from his point of view-on the only untouched pier, by the only untouched ship with a very nervous crew of marines.
As he floated closer, Mihawk decided that the simple way was best. Coming to the dock he stepped off his raft, walked up to the lepard-man and raised an eyebrow.
Lucci Smiled.
Transformers (G1), Elita-One/Chromia/Optimus/Ironhide: Flirting, a Pride and Prejudice scenario - "She is tolerable, I suppose, but not handsome enough to tempt me."
The music was a mix of currently popular songs, classical from the age when the senate was still working to expand to the whole planet and traditional songs from it’s founding century. The decorations were simople but carved with glyph-styles from the southern states. The energon was fresh and in colored glasses denoting it’s particular additive-signs were placed decretly here and there to remind guests what had what.
The cream of the senate, various government branches, military and business were represented-though not by the power brokers themselves-but by their second in commands, their chosen succesors, and various created offspring, there were even a few celebrities here and there.
Optimus stood by one of the tables-one optic tracing the pleasent way in which the many-colored glasses had been arranged. He had already tried the blue, yellow, and dark purple drinks, at the moment he was deciding between the green and the red-he’d be skipping the orange and black drinks, those additives gave his system hiccups for days after consuption.
With his other optic he watched the mingling crowd-who was talking with whom, for how long and what gestures they made. Who moved with the flow of the crowd and who moved against it. Who was overcharging and how quickly.
He'd been working on integrating and using these recognition and tracking programs for cycles now and he seemed to be getting the hang of it-he must be, this was the first party the senate had allowed him to come to with out one of them to keep an eye on him.
Well, almost no one he corrected himself, spotting the also invited Ironhide in the crowd talking with a pair of femmes-and judging by how close he was standing to the blue one he knew at least one quite well, he stamped a ‘Treat with respect, then friendliness’ onto his notes that were even now writing themselves about her behavior.
Ironhide was becoming one of the few mechs Optimus found himself connecting with-not to mention one of the few mechs willing to let him make mistakes and learn from them.
Thus his desire to not ruin any bonds the other may have been trying to form.
Once more he mentally sighed and asked the Matrix what it had been thinking declaring that he, a lowly dock worker and wannabe archivist would be the next Prime.
Automaticly he turned his attention to the pink and crome colored femme. The color was certainly unusual, and her frame seemed to be a combination of the simplistic military style and the curved delicate looking style favored by the business class. It was an interesting combination, nor did it make her seem fragile enough to brake-meerly the impression of grace even when not moving.
Various glyphs on her person marked her as part of the military, a member of the command structure, and leader of her own team-and recognizing one set of glyphs he realized that they hailed from the same region and city.
For one brief moment Optimus wrestled with the desire to walk over there and talk to someone who might understand what it was like to go from a place so removed from the senate to one where every activity had the senate as it's goal.
But he stomped the feeling flat, if he went over, there would be formal introductions, stifled conversation, and his attention and questions might be mis-understood as more that he desired. He had learned that lesson at least.
No, best to stay away and not intrude on their conversation. And even if he had felt some attraction to her, her asthetics were not the type that pleased his optics.
And he did still have the rest of that list of mechs and femmes the senators wanted him to talk to, best get that over with.
Dissmissing the pick femme from his mind he turned towards a yellow and blue mech from the electronics industry.
Later Everyone!
I have also discovered writing plans, made one up for Wutaiverse, so we'll see how it goes, if it works I can start doing them for my other fic ideas and maybe get them out faster than Wutaiverse has been.
In real life news I now have an indefinite temp job, it's a morning courier run with isn't too bad. On the downside it was killing me with gas-had to refill twice a week-so I had to get a new car, this one so far looks like I'll be refilling once a week.
My bank account is loving this.
I'm still finding places for things, yes, after six months I'm still not totally unpacked.
If anyone's been watching the news-and you have my total envy, no tv here, too expensive-we broke a heat record in June and probably gonna break another before July is out.
Baby F is doing fine, and at six months had out grown all but her 12month clothing, she is also unhappy with the heat-aprt has no ventilation and we're still working on getting an AC-but the complex has a pool, so when the heat gets too unbearable we head down and soak. F is turning out to be a little water bug.
Roomate and I are discovering the joys of shopping at Costco.
That's it for the updates, and now the fic!
SKMT#2 - 2008 - Spring - Pg2
Feb 8
Card Captor Sakura, Touya/Yukito: romance - dine
Moonlight? Check.
Candlelight? Check.
Sprat staying over at a friends’ house? Check.
Dad off on a lecture tour? Check.
Putting the last touches on the smourgasboard he’d whipped up, Touya cehcked the clock, good, just enough time to go and change-
With a snap coming from somewhere outside the house the power went out.
Blinking up at the now lightless lights, Touya could only take comfort in the fact that at least the power had had the decency to wait until AFTER he had finished cooking.
Disney's Aladdin/Little Mermaid, Aladdin/Prince Eric: diplomatic relations - "Wow, things are...really different in your kingdom."
When Aladdin had first heard about the invite from Prince Eric’s costal kingdom, he'd been reluctantly excited. Reluctant as he’d never been outside the lands of Agrabah in his life, and excited for when Jasmine had returned from the shadow’s captivity, she'd come back with a wealth of stories from the other princesses she’d met.
As he had no diplomatic wisdom, Aladdin kept his mouth shut and listened, and when the Sultan agreed to it simply asked for a specific group of quartermasters, clerks, and preists to keep the whole thing organized.
There were some surprising benefits to getting to know the palace staff.
***
“Wait, you have two Sultans?”
“Yes, one for the land, and one for the sea.” Aladdin looked at Prince Eric in confusion, one for the land and one for the sea? Instead many for the land? How could one man hold all that territory?
“What about the Princes, don’t they have their own lands?”
“Nope, not unless your the Crown Prince-the Heir, other wise you join the military or the preisthood.”
"Wow, things are...really different in your kingdom."
“I’d probably be saying the same thing if our positions were reversed.”
Okay, now he liked this guy.
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Sephiroth/Tifa: Enticement - "The risks of switching sides were great, but so were the rewards."
“So, how much longer till he starts getting the hint?”
“I think things are starting to connect already, but we’ll know for sure when he starts to act.”
***
Sephiroth awoke to mother’s call, piercing his dreams and hauling him to wakefullness in one brutal pull. He gave himself a moment to reorient before leaving the nice he’d curled up in.
Checking his internal clock he realized just how little sleep he’d gotten-he was going to have to explain to mother again how plans took time and patience and sleep-and that if she wanted him to win his battles he needed the later!
Sighing he mentally dove into the connections he had with his various clones-he still felt a pang at the thought of the good men those clones had cost him, but mother had been adamant, at least he’d managed to save the best of the SOLDIERs from her-Sephiroth began checking status, location, and orders. Dropping out the connection he felt the ache in his bones that spoke of exhaustion that even his system couldn’t keep up for long. And the headache threatening to split his skull told him of mother’s rage and impatience.
“Mother please-you waited so long for me to be ready-please-can you not wait a longer? Yes-yes I know-but-mother-plans take time!” whips of fire and Mothers rage decended on him, lashing at mind and body while Mother’s voice howled her fury.
Mind reeling, skin boiling Sephiroth felt himself falling into darkness and desperatly reached for the part of his mind that seemed to bring him any peace these days.
***
Tifa saw Aeris give a slight jerk out of the corner of her eye. Considering they were still in the Forgotten Capital this was nothing new, the Cetra were constantly visiting, but the way she cocked her head to listen...
She watched as the other woman made her excuses to the group-quickly reassuring a worried Cloud-and slipped off. The only time Aeris had that look in her eyes was when she was working on her current project. To see it outside when she was working on it-huh. Running through a list of excuses she picked the most resonable and after waiting a few minutes made her own way away from the group. Far enough away she circled back around their campsite and headed in the same direction Aeris had taken.
It didn’t take Tifa long to find her.
Kneeling under one of the forests strange white trees, a glow of green and white swirling around her, the young Cetra was moving her hands in strangge patterns in front of her. Strange until you noticed the faint outline of a very familiar-looking man laying on the ground in front of her, see-through, and head in Aeris’ lap, Sephiroth could look surprisingly peacefull when asleep.
They had initially been shocked when Aeris had approached the group with her idea; Sephiroth, despite Jenova’s claims, was not just her son, the blood of the woman Jenova had possesed had also been put into the man-thus he was, in some small adopted way, a Cetra. Thus was the question, if Sephiroth’s Cetra blood could be encouraged enough, could he see his different options? Would he realize puppet he was becoming? Or at the very least would it slow him down?
Aeris had told them that here in the heart of the Cetra’s own power, she could use her connection that she, and Sephiroth-and almost anyone born with Cetra blood had-to feed power to that blood, strengthening it against Jenova’s blood, make it stronger so that the virus had less control over him.
Barrett, Cid and Cloud hadn’t been happy with the idea, Vincent, Nanaki and Yuffie had agreed with it. Cait Sith had been offline while Reeve was away doing stuff, Tifa had been the deciding vote.
Aeris had a month, then they would follow the plan they had already come up with.
Now watching as the brunette womans hands moved through the shadow-Sephiroth, Tifa felt her eyes wanting to blurr, within the shape were three colors, one purtrid purple-the sign of Jenova, one brilliant red-the human blood from Sephiroth's birth parents, and the last the same green that surrounded Aeris, his Cetra blood.
Blood that Aeris had been nursing stronger everyday.
Blood that seemed to be doing exactly what Aeris had predicted, as this was the first time that Sephiroth had come to her, and not the other way around.
Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Vincent/Chaos: demon-sex - "Does this count as a threesome?"
Most times Reno woke up he was awake and alert-most times.
Most times he had missions to do, the boss to guard, a partner to fly for or something that needed blowing up.
Most times however weren’t a week off, and the morning after a very nice fuck.
Shifting Reno flinched, what the hell? Since when did he hurt there? Oh, wait, now the memories were coming back. With things being proportional, Chaos was at least a meter taller that him so that meant....
Damn, no wonder he was sore.
Feeling movement behind him, he let the smirk widen and said the first thing on his mind.
"Does this count as a threesome?”
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Aerith: Who can hold out the longest? - "Like the perfect ending / It won't be too long / 'Til everything I've ruined has seen me gone"
It was a simple battle of wills.
Eyes locked on the other, taking in every move, every action they could see the other doing and moving to counter it.
Feint and counter, block and stab, parry and thrust. Back and forth, planning and plotting. Most of the time, they were in balance, but occasionally one got the better of the other-if only for a little while.
He had though he was finally getting ahead when the smallest of his fragments had summuned him. But he had been shown otherwise when the girl had given his former puppet the prod he needed, followed by the rain that had purged mother from the children of the world and denied her another route into existence.
Patience, he told himself, she was but a girl, either her attention would wane and he would capture her, or she would simply run out of power. And lose too much power and the Lifestream would erode self and memory in a wave of green and song. He would easily recharge his dwindling energies after her defeat by truly drinking from the Lifestream, unlike the small sips he was forced to limit himself to now.
Too much time’s innatention would cost him her advantage.
Sending another trickle of energy out he faintly noted the lighter bruise-purple than it normally was, but ignored it and kept on.
Patience.
***
Aeris held back a smile as she saw Sephiroth's power, now much lighter than it had been at the start of their little power struggle. Now that the last of Jenova’s body was a part of him, each time he sipped the Lifestream to reggain strength, a tiny bit of Her was burned away, not a lot, or he would notice, but enough that after a dozen blocked plans the energies of Jenova within him were getting weaker.
Giving silver haired man a chesire cat smile, she started sending dream messages to a certain ninja in Wutai that perhaps she should round up her best materia and go check out this little area in the south...
Harry Potter, Dennis Creevey/Giant Squid: tentacles (duh.) - OMGtheirloveissocanon!
“Okay, so just to be sure I’ve got this straight, the sketch is in the Harry Potter ‘verse, the main character is some guy/kid named Dennis Creevy.”
“Yep.”
“Who, over the course of the program has several willing sexual encounters with-am I reading this correctly? A giant squid?”
“Your reading it right, and the squid is the one from the lake outside Hogwarts.”
“Right, so completely ignoring the question of how the hell you’d shoot me having sex with an invertebrate at least 50 times my mass-what the hell gave you guys this idea anyway?”
“Fanpoll.”
“Fan...Poll?”
“Yep. Y’see we set up a system so each month anyone could suggest a sketch idea, and then out customers could vote on which one they wanted.”
“Okay, so why-and I’m assuming that this idea wasn’t at the top of the list here-is this sketch being done?”
“No-no-no, you’ve got it all backwards, this idea got 75% of the vote! So of course we had to do it right away!”
“Are you sure that everyone who voted was legal?”
“Of course! They had to sign the electronic waiver after all.”
“The waiver that dosen’t ask for proof of identity or age?”
“Oh please, why would someone underage want to visit out site?”
“You know nothing of thirteen year olds do you?”
“Hell No!”
“Right I have to go make a phone call before we start going over the script.”
“Oh, who are you calling?”
“OSHA-the Organization of Story Histories Association.”
“Great idea! Make sure we’ve got something original, the fans’ll love that!”
“Yeah, be right back.”
***
“So how’d the phone call go?”
“China already has it, title launch in three days”
“Dang, ah well, on to the next one!”
“Next one?”
“Yep, Harry Potter and Buckbeak!”
“You really don't know anything about thirteen year olds do you *sigh*.”
Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Tifa: Roleplay - "Cloud's always wanted to see you in a maid's outfit... trust me, I'm his darkness, I know these things."
At first what Sephiroth said didn't register in Tifa’s brain.
And then it did.
Then she saw the look on his face.
And the way he was slouched.
And what he was carrying.
Which is when what he said really hit home.
And then Sephiroth registered a fist flying at his face.
The pain between his eyes.
His broken nose.
And through his ears he could hear a very offended female “hpmh” walking away from him.
And through the Dark he knew that said female’s body posture screamed for all the worlds and any eyes watching that the little turd she’d just flattened and walked away from was the most perverted thing in the world.
So There!
Ah well, he thought, there’s always the healer and the mercenary with the exposure issues.
Kingdom Hearts II, Sora/Demyx: suggestive objects - "You're one to talk, playing the giant blue wang!"
Demyx’s jaw dropped in shock.
Around him his dancer’s paused, heads cocked as if not understanding what had been said.
Beside him Axel collaped in laughter, clinging to an Assasin to stay upright.
In front of him the keybearer-who shouldn’t even know what that last word meant-smirked and high-fived the duck and dog beside him.
Oh, now it was personal.
Naruto, Naruto/Kakashi: role reversal - Naruto as Hokage
Kakashi’s squad came back smelling only slightly of blood, maybe a few bruises and an occasional scratch. The mission had been relitively easy for information so important.
The moment they’d been cleared by medical they had been told to report to the Hokage’s office-which was currently cleared of all paperwork, he could all but hear the screams of the secretarial pool when they discovered the bushin filled out forms dumped on their desks in the morning.
“Hey guys! Wow, no wonder the medic’s are running for the shrines, you really did come back without needing a patch-up.” Robes tossed over one shoulder, hat dangling from negligent looking fingers-while also holding the mission file quite firmly Naruto walked out of the side room attached to the Hokage’s office and headed for his desk.
A bit more time then, before Naruto was put away and the Rokudaime came out.
Plently of time to live up to his reputation and make the blond laugh before the Konohagakure Warleader came out and began directing his troops once more.
Spriggan, Jean/Yu: companionship in unexpected places - "There's no such thing as a crowded battlefield. Battlefields are lonely places."
Once more the Spriggan had been called out to defend a site, no sky reaching mountain tops, no steamy hot jungles-no this time it was a dry, blistering, fridgid dessert.
In terms of life deserts were dry and barren-considered the loniest of places.
Lonely as battlefields to be honest.
But sometimes-just sometimes-you could find an oasis in the desert, just like sometimes in the middle of battle you could find yourself side by side with someone, fighting in sync despite never having fought together before.
Rarely was a battlefield anything but a lonely place.
Feb 9
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Azula/Suki: imprisonment/control - "you're a pawn, I'm a queen"
Burnt green littered the ground, fans and sheilds shattered, gripped in hands begining to slack, face paint smeared by hands, sweat, and blood.
Above her stood red, black, and gold. Not a hair out of place, not a singe, scuff, or tear.
The mouth moved but no words came through until black took over her eyes.
“You’re a pawn, I'm a Queen-did you really think you could touch me?”
Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Cloud + Tifa: drunk shenanigans - well that was unexpected. And hot.
Closing the stable door Tifa sighed, Cloud’s business was up and now included monster hunt requests.
It wasn’t that the monsters in question were too strong-it’s just that when nearly a dozen packs roamed a valley between three towns it was just plain smarter to have multiple hunters covering more ground to kill the dammned things.
The real surprise was Reno volunteering to tag along and help bat clean-up, but hey, the faster they killed these things, the faster they could go home.
But right now all she wasnted to do was sleep.
Turning from the door she headed for the stable stair and the hayloft, absently noting the creaks above her, it would surprise many how confortable straw could be when-
Creaking turning to cracking was the only warning she had to jump back before the ceiling came down in a pile of wood, hay, and the smell of alcohol.
And two bodies with very familiar hair in a very old position.
Watching as Reno arched above cloud she couldn’t help but admire the view as straw, chaff, dust and wood slivers drifted down.
Reno collapsed onto Cloud, loose and panting with the expression on his face telling just how much he’d enjoyed himself. Cloud however-while still looking rather happy-was eyeing her warily.
Tifa however simply shrugged “Well, that was unexpected-and hot.” and with that she stepped over them both and headed for the stairs to see if there was any hay left for her to bed down in.
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Rufus: drugs, hospitals and hallucinations - "you venomous poison"
“So, awake again? Considering the all of nothing that you have in this world not bought by money I’m surprised.”
One year since the first symptoms started, eight months since he realized what was happening to his body, six weeks since his turks had confronted him about his health, four days since a cocktail of antibiotics and drugs had been pumped into his system.
“Don’t tell me you never wondered? What would happen if all your money was gone?”
And the halucinations were only getting worse by the day.
“Would they stay? Perhaps out of pity for one who was once so high now fallen so low? Perhaps so they might have someone to amuse themselves with when they’re bored?”
He hid his reation to the drugs-one good thing growing up as he had, you learned to keep a straight face or suffer the consequences.
“Or maybe they’d all walk away, after all, you’re hardly friends-why shouldn’t they find someone who can pay all their bills? Who can get them the best equipment?”
And what would he say? That a figment, that a memory-that a person dead and dust was standing all around him, saying the very things out of his deepest fears?
“So little Rufus, what shall you do?” Sephiroth asked, leaning down to touch his cheek.
Naruto, Shizune/Kakashi: sex after sparring - "I used to hate you"
“Oh? And why is that?” Kakashi asked, shifting to ease the pull on his right shoulder muscles.
“No offense, but the few times we came back through Konoha the rumors about you were rather negative-don’t get me wrong, they all said that you were a good ninja-but that as a person you were rather lacking. And, well, Sakura didn’t exactly paint a pretty picture of her time with you either.”
“Ah, no, she wouldn’t have.” he agreed. “So, what changed your mind?”
“Honestly, it was a bunch of little things-your file for one, with your past how could you not turn out messed up, then there were the other stories that Sakura started tell after a while, and just working with you I guess. I just...stopped.
“Ahhhh.” was all he said, letting his fingertips trace her side and hip-ninja, shinobi, kunoichi-it didn’t matter who they were they all had their scars, some simply handled them better then most.
Spriggan, Jean/Yu: hurt/comfort - "You're bleeding. Hey. Hey, snap out of it!"
Blood ran between holding fingers, mixed with sweat and dirt, matted cloth and stained leather.
"You're bleeding. Hey. Hey, snap out of it!”
Adrenaline running, muscles buldging, nails dug into earth, concrete and flesh, screams and howls.
“Shit! Clear out! Clear out!”
The wind bit at his skin, his clothing in shreds, blood below his nails-in his mouth-and the corpses, the dead and carnage all around him.
“Hey...you back yet?”
A hand on his shoulder, eyes wary, curious, questioning, worried.
“Here, your gonna catch a chill-don’t worry, everyone else is cleared out and staying put till I get back.”
Surviving, standing, living, in the sea of death his beast had created.
“So...does that happen often?”
Transformers (G1), Jazz/Prowl: car chase, Jazz breaks the speed limit - "if he can catch me, he can have me."
They all needed to cut loose every once in a while-and for almost all the mechs in the Autobot city, this was no problem...
“Um....Jazz, I know this is gonna sounds weird coming from me-but aren’t you going a tad fast?” Blurr asked, watching the other about to hit speeds no human vehicle could.
“Yes.”
“And you do know that you're going to pass in front of Prowl real soon right?”
“Yes.”
“Okay...You do know how pissed he’s going to be? He’ll try to stop you, you know that right?”
“If he can catch me, he can have me."
“...”
Some just needed more coaxing than others.
Transformers (G1), Starscream/Hot Rod: hidden darkness - "stay as you are, the darkest star"
It would shock and surprise many Autobots to know that Hotrod understood Starscream-and get him commited to a hacker-scan by some.
The simple fact was that Starscream was Angry, oh not at the Autobots, or at all of space, or even at his fellow Decepticons-but instead at the scientific community who had held Starscreem and Jetfire fit for only what they had been created to be-hounds to drive prey to the hunter’s of the security forces.
In fact that was the very same reason he had joined the Decepticons-to show those stuffed up tailpipes that not only could the Seeker thrive in situations where they plainly did not, but could also think circles around them.
Then Megatron went and had the great scientific halls-and their occupants-wiped out. But Starscream new better than to turn on Megatron-to hate him for taking away his reason for fighting the way he’d hated those who’d once dismissed him-to do so was to eventually be ‘removed’ from the Decepticon population. So he kept on hating the now dead scientists-and kept trying to prove himself to those who no longer exsited.
Oh yes, Hotrod could understand-for just as there had been hounds in the sky, so there had been ones on the ground-chasing prey as the hunters had seen fit. As hounds they had to know every street and bylane on Cybertron. From the most well tended boulevard to the most ill-used trail. To flush and harry the prey however the hunters wanted but like the Seekers never to bring them to ground.
And never, were any of them thought to have naught but their original programming in their processors.
So yes, Hotrod understood Starscream very well, very well indeed.
Feb 10
Circle of Magic, Lark/Rosethorn/Crane: threesome - "Lark only likes women. (Usually.)"
Crane gaped openly at the two women before him, not quite sure his ears were working- “I’m sorry-what did you just say?”
Rosethorn gave him a Look “You heard me, Lark only likes women...usually-don’t know how she talked me into it, but that’s Lark-so do you want to or not?”
Crane looked aside to Lark, only to see the bird-named disiples chesire grin and raised eyebrows.
Blank mind finally coming up with an answer, he quickly changed it to a more acceptable response.
“I would be honored.”
Naruto, Kakashi/Naruto: sex after battle - “he was young once”
He was young once-they all were at one time or another-so he understood what it was to have your blood running so hard you could feel it move, your heart pumping so hard it wanted to burst, the feeling that you could do anything-all you had to do was decide to do it.
And he also remembered what happened after, when the adrenaline stopped and your muscles shake so bad you don’t think they’ll ever stop. The aches start then-followed by the sharp pains of all your hurts and injuries coming to the fore.
Then there were the memories-the flashbacks-the moments of recall. Pain, blood on your hands-metal-ground, punching hard enough to crack or break bone. Dodging a thrown weapon only to hear it hit someone behind you and no time to check if it’s friend or foe that was hit. Taking hits but not feeling them, knowing that your opponet is in the same state. Pulling yourself out the battle long enough to do a quick bandage on yourself or a comrade-or to finish an enemy doing the same.
So he understood, the need for contact to ground in the hear and now to keep away the memories of gore and death. To bring back a fraction of that rush, that feeling invulnerability so your hands will stop shaking for a while. To know that there was someone there with you, who felt what you did and had the same need.
So he understood-and indulged-and took part.
One Piece, Mihawk/Lucci: “Don't you think that's going a bit overboard?”
Mihawk eyed the harbor that lay before him-sinking and sunk ships, boxes, barrells, crates and what not floating everwhere. The docks were smashed shambles that perfectly echoed the now-ruined city beyond.
As he observed what had once been a bustling port town the swordsman found his eyes drawn to a singular figure, sitting calmly-and rather smugly from his point of view-on the only untouched pier, by the only untouched ship with a very nervous crew of marines.
As he floated closer, Mihawk decided that the simple way was best. Coming to the dock he stepped off his raft, walked up to the lepard-man and raised an eyebrow.
Lucci Smiled.
Transformers (G1), Elita-One/Chromia/Optimus/Ironhide: Flirting, a Pride and Prejudice scenario - "She is tolerable, I suppose, but not handsome enough to tempt me."
The music was a mix of currently popular songs, classical from the age when the senate was still working to expand to the whole planet and traditional songs from it’s founding century. The decorations were simople but carved with glyph-styles from the southern states. The energon was fresh and in colored glasses denoting it’s particular additive-signs were placed decretly here and there to remind guests what had what.
The cream of the senate, various government branches, military and business were represented-though not by the power brokers themselves-but by their second in commands, their chosen succesors, and various created offspring, there were even a few celebrities here and there.
Optimus stood by one of the tables-one optic tracing the pleasent way in which the many-colored glasses had been arranged. He had already tried the blue, yellow, and dark purple drinks, at the moment he was deciding between the green and the red-he’d be skipping the orange and black drinks, those additives gave his system hiccups for days after consuption.
With his other optic he watched the mingling crowd-who was talking with whom, for how long and what gestures they made. Who moved with the flow of the crowd and who moved against it. Who was overcharging and how quickly.
He'd been working on integrating and using these recognition and tracking programs for cycles now and he seemed to be getting the hang of it-he must be, this was the first party the senate had allowed him to come to with out one of them to keep an eye on him.
Well, almost no one he corrected himself, spotting the also invited Ironhide in the crowd talking with a pair of femmes-and judging by how close he was standing to the blue one he knew at least one quite well, he stamped a ‘Treat with respect, then friendliness’ onto his notes that were even now writing themselves about her behavior.
Ironhide was becoming one of the few mechs Optimus found himself connecting with-not to mention one of the few mechs willing to let him make mistakes and learn from them.
Thus his desire to not ruin any bonds the other may have been trying to form.
Once more he mentally sighed and asked the Matrix what it had been thinking declaring that he, a lowly dock worker and wannabe archivist would be the next Prime.
Automaticly he turned his attention to the pink and crome colored femme. The color was certainly unusual, and her frame seemed to be a combination of the simplistic military style and the curved delicate looking style favored by the business class. It was an interesting combination, nor did it make her seem fragile enough to brake-meerly the impression of grace even when not moving.
Various glyphs on her person marked her as part of the military, a member of the command structure, and leader of her own team-and recognizing one set of glyphs he realized that they hailed from the same region and city.
For one brief moment Optimus wrestled with the desire to walk over there and talk to someone who might understand what it was like to go from a place so removed from the senate to one where every activity had the senate as it's goal.
But he stomped the feeling flat, if he went over, there would be formal introductions, stifled conversation, and his attention and questions might be mis-understood as more that he desired. He had learned that lesson at least.
No, best to stay away and not intrude on their conversation. And even if he had felt some attraction to her, her asthetics were not the type that pleased his optics.
And he did still have the rest of that list of mechs and femmes the senators wanted him to talk to, best get that over with.
Dissmissing the pick femme from his mind he turned towards a yellow and blue mech from the electronics industry.
Later Everyone!