[Backdated to March 20th because, y’know, I still fail at life. Rated PG-13.]

Part one of two

( He blamed that smile, the way his eyes glittered from beneath a shower of red hair. )

[Backdated to March 20th because, y’know, I still fail at life. Rated R/NC-17 for sexual content.]

Part two of two

( His mind was empty, no thoughts running through his head, only shock. )

[Rated PG by default for Tayuya's charming mouth.]

( The jibe floated down the stairs to him as she followed, leaning over the banisters because she had let the distance between them until he was a full half flight across and down from her and she liked being the one to look down on him. )

[Surprise surprise, it's rated R/NC-17.]After snapping his third pencil head in the last twenty minutes, Kankurou came to the conclusion that he simply could not work this off. Twenty-one years old and he still hadn’t found a proper outlet outside of heady alcohol and burying his own pain into the body of another, instilling more, pouring it all ( Read more... )

[Backdated to March 10th because I totally fail at life. Safe rating unless you have something against underwear. Other than that, please enjoy.]

( Lost underwear had not been high on her priority list. )

The single blessing Kin could think of, regarding the virtually uncloseable window in her room, was the fact that the weather was at least starting to warm up. Had she been stuck in that particular room in the middle of winter, her patience might have snapped earlier. WD-40 had been tried more than once, and hadn't improved the situation one bit, ( Read more... )

[AIM chat log between Byakuya, Hana and Shikamaru. Each turn has no line breaks just to give you the heads up in reading.]

( The game was starting to wind down, and the pressure was building. )

While exercise was, indeed, a good thing, Byakuya was aware enough to realise that Rukia might not appreciate his swinging a long pointy metallic object (his katana) around the living room. Thus it was that early Saturday morning found him on the roof practicing his forms. His footwork was rusty. In fact, everything about his sword work was rusty. ( Read more... )

[ Set last week after visiting Hitsugaya's parent's graves]

( Rangiku straightened up to consult the list of options on their chosen menu, looking concerned at Hitsugaya's choice. It couldn't be healthy for a teenage boy to be so interested in vegetables, right? )

[Not a log, script, or spam. Not really sure what to label this. Exchanged between Gaara and Nanao during her absence. Parts played respectively.]

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