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Hail, slowness. Here are two of the drabbles made in response to yukitsu's horrendously long list of requests.


The alternation of generations. Ouki and Rethe.

Anybody who saw the boy haunting the corridors of the compound was quick to note the willowy frame, the strange grace, the piercing blue-gray eyes. Those closest to the Prince shut their eyes and ears to it, but every now and then the unknowing neophyte would be foolish enough to point the similarities out. Sharp reprimands would follow, along with the occasional sliced finger.

The boy stopped living in the main house the day they found the Prince’s beloved drowned ala Ophelia in the lake behind the estate, small hands folded together and smile so pretty and water flowers everywhere. He was the young ghost in black with the guns and the drugs and the Seer that worshipped him by fucking him but would never admit it. Still, nobody questioned. Nobody wondered why it was that when they looked at his face, they’d know who his father was.

Ouki Yamada died with a bullet through his brain, and in Rethe Kyriff’s wake he would leave a lover shot, a mentor killed, and an Underworld kingdom in shambles. What one created, the other would destroy, what one loved the other would hate, yet never would their names be written under the same tree.



The pavilions of love and the tents of war. Calintz, Aidan, Rilea, Setsuna.

His earliest memory of Aidan was an encounter that never really happened. He had been wandering, lost within the labyrinth of halls spanning Solinus’ laboratories, the day he found a room filled with shelves upon shelves of books, data cards, documents. A boy about his age sat at the center of a frozen tornado of books in the air, each one open to a particular page. Every few seconds one book would turn pages on its own, and the boy would keep writing, willing the words upon the blank notebook before him without ever picking up a pen.

Shane Duskrider had found his son at that moment, and Calintz followed his father out of that place and back to the room their family had been given. Being young, the Riskbreaker quickly forgot what he had seen, pushing it to the back of his mind in his excitement at joining the ranks of the Western world’s most prestigious hunting organization/ they saw each other next on the first day of class, with Calintz near the back row and Aidan at front.

In six months, they went from deathly silence to reluctant conversations (reluctant, at least, on the part of Aidan) to inseparable partners on and off the battlefield. Aidan kept Calintz under control, and Calintz made sure that none of their jealous or bored batch mates touched the Voidseeker. Things changed when they met the pair of girls whom they would come to consider more precious than life to them, and only at the time that it happened did they think it was something good.

Rilea Heartnet taught Calintz the value of breakable things, and Setsuna Shinta became the light along Aidan’s path. They were friends and Hunters, sharing an understanding that would normally take a lifetime to form in less than a decade. But then Setsuna died and Harume Morimoto came and all of a sudden things were no longer so easy.


I've already noted the requests of the people who have filed theirs in. If any of the rest of you are interested, you can comment over here~ <3

And the weeks just go on, and on, and on, and on.