Two hours after midnight, and Hokuto crawled on all fours, hissing and spitting as she searched the dance floor of her favorite nightclub for any sign of her missing banana earring. Not too far away, in a flour-coated kitchen, one mischievous assassin dropped a sterling trinket directly into the batter for Hokuto's very special surprise birthday cake. Surely, she wouldn't swallow it, he thought, since it was clunky and gaudy like most of her accessories. And if she did? (He stirred in some vanilla flavoring.) All the better.
An early memory was of a comforter - a white comforter. And on this comforter was spread hair - lots of it and very wavy...dark. She liked to brush it, with her fingers as well as with a comb. (She was less likely to get her fingers caught, after all.) And best of all, Tohru never minded - always smiled and lifted up that white, white comforter and let her climb in, disregarding her cold hands and feet. And it was so very warm and comfortable. Until Tohru didn't show up for breakfast one morning. After that, the comforter was washed but never looked as white. And Tokiko had only her own hair to thread her fingers through.
Kamui's hands were shaky as he mashed the banana into a small, clear jar. Lifting a spoon from the counter, he spent at least five minutes mindlessly stirring the concoction that seemed more fitting for an infant than an adult man. Arashi's cold hands brought him back to reality, and he stared for a long moment into her warm eyes before nodding and trekking down the hall to his room. Behind him, he could hear her waddling steps as she made her way back to the sink
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For my very special Shi-Mommy who is stronger than even she realizes. :)
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The lightning had done him in. That was plain to see. The battle was over, and only one Angel stood to face the aftermath of the storm. Stood in the figurative sense, rather. For the fact was, he was crumpled - crumpled and writhing. The smell of singed flesh made her want to puke. But he lived. In only the literal sense this time. And afterward, he was never the same during a storm. Constantly, he beat his hands over his shoulder blades, trying to smother nonexistent flames. Karen promised herself that she would never let him see her fire.
Taking his hand one day, she said, "Subaru, how would you like the ocean?"
There were many things Sorata simply did not consider. One, was living past the Final Day. For so long his entire existence - his whole sense of being - had been founded upon dying for the one he loved. It never occurred to him that this simple belief played a role in actual reality. That Wishes could be so strong. It was nearly too late by the time he gained his will to live.
Anyway, moving on - Sorata never counted on getting any older. Since he wasn't keen on sticking around, he also never considered that he'd see his peers grow older. Friends, especially the young ones, weren't supposed to change, at least, not in his mind. Yuzuriha grew breasts, something that quite honestly just didn't seem right! And Kamui!
Kamui.
Right around three years after the final day, Kamui started to - well - he started growing! First it was only his limbs, which, by the way, made him look even more like a noodle. Sorata kept on teasing him about it...until the fated day that they stood nose-to-
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Two hours after midnight, and Hokuto crawled on all fours, hissing and spitting as she searched the dance floor of her favorite nightclub for any sign of her missing banana earring. Not too far away, in a flour-coated kitchen, one mischievous assassin dropped a sterling trinket directly into the batter for Hokuto's very special surprise birthday cake. Surely, she wouldn't swallow it, he thought, since it was clunky and gaudy like most of her accessories. And if she did? (He stirred in some vanilla flavoring.) All the better.
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An early memory was of a comforter - a white comforter. And on this comforter was spread hair - lots of it and very wavy...dark. She liked to brush it, with her fingers as well as with a comb. (She was less likely to get her fingers caught, after all.) And best of all, Tohru never minded - always smiled and lifted up that white, white comforter and let her climb in, disregarding her cold hands and feet. And it was so very warm and comfortable. Until Tohru didn't show up for breakfast one morning. After that, the comforter was washed but never looked as white. And Tokiko had only her own hair to thread her fingers through.
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Kamui's hands were shaky as he mashed the banana into a small, clear jar. Lifting a spoon from the counter, he spent at least five minutes mindlessly stirring the concoction that seemed more fitting for an infant than an adult man. Arashi's cold hands brought him back to reality, and he stared for a long moment into her warm eyes before nodding and trekking down the hall to his room. Behind him, he could hear her waddling steps as she made her way back to the sink ( ... )
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The lightning had done him in. That was plain to see. The battle was over, and only one Angel stood to face the aftermath of the storm. Stood in the figurative sense, rather. For the fact was, he was crumpled - crumpled and writhing. The smell of singed flesh made her want to puke. But he lived. In only the literal sense this time. And afterward, he was never the same during a storm. Constantly, he beat his hands over his shoulder blades, trying to smother nonexistent flames. Karen promised herself that she would never let him see her fire.
Taking his hand one day, she said, "Subaru, how would you like the ocean?"
Hokuto always loved the ocean.
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Drabbles...
X: Kusanagi, Sakura, adultery
X: Seishiro, "Kamui", vomit (v.)
TB: Subaru, condom
X: Seishiro, bird poop
X: Kamui, Sorata, growth spurt
X: Kakyo, Hokuto, interior decoration
have fun. :)
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There were many things Sorata simply did not consider. One, was living past the Final Day. For so long his entire existence - his whole sense of being - had been founded upon dying for the one he loved. It never occurred to him that this simple belief played a role in actual reality. That Wishes could be so strong. It was nearly too late by the time he gained his will to live.
Anyway, moving on - Sorata never counted on getting any older. Since he wasn't keen on sticking around, he also never considered that he'd see his peers grow older. Friends, especially the young ones, weren't supposed to change, at least, not in his mind. Yuzuriha grew breasts, something that quite honestly just didn't seem right! And Kamui!
Kamui.
Right around three years after the final day, Kamui started to - well - he started growing! First it was only his limbs, which, by the way, made him look even more like a noodle. Sorata kept on teasing him about it...until the fated day that they stood nose-to- ( ... )
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