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Have a bit of a dilemma now, though, because
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khursten and I were talking on a scene I managed to freewrite and omg I think I just derailed my own story. @_@I hate it when I do that to myself.
Lagging on the tags over at the open log and the RP that I'm still in, and I do apologize for that. Sudden business before the beginning of the new semester, see!
Also: yesterday was FML, Ateneo Edition.
khursten knows this well.I'll explain in detail once everything is fixed.
BUT THE EVENING WAS NICE because I got to eat dinner out with
simply_kim, nonartisan, dreamlessness and mochaholic.Have another meme, guys.
♫♫ Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500
words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment
to this post with that selection. I will then
give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I
was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in
the first place, what's going on in the character's
heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment
means in the context of the rest of the fic, and
anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD
commentary track. ♫♫
For this, I blame
desumethis....Oh hey, I rhymed.
ANYWAY UH I have no master list to speak of (sob, Imma sorry), but all my stuff, original or otherwise, is at
stitchedophelia.
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Risking his life to be the one man army and shield, however, was another matter altogether.
I've also had this private fixation with the idea of the future in the TYL arc being the future where Tsuna and company failed. As such, wouldn't the future selves of our favorite characters be "haunted" somehow? Wouldn't they have their own host of regrets over not being bonded enough, not doing enough, not being there for each other enough? Failure is already a heavy burden to carry. What more if it cost the life of someone you've come to respect and adore?
I think, then, that at the end of the day the fic was my attempt to sort of immortalize that moment in the manga? Kind of add introspection to the moment, explore what Hibari might have been thinking and feeling. I also didn't know, back then, that Hibari was going to come charging in to save Yamamoto's ass from Genkishi, or play switcharoo with his younger self - I actually found it romantic, the idea of Hibari's future self dying for what little was left of the Tsuna he knew.
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There's also my unhealthy fixation with paradox, which sort of led up to the image of Byakips singing something low and sweet and delicate while surrounded by death and destruction. Of course, that sort of setup is impossible to achieve in the actual canon of Reborn at the moment, so that left me with the option of an AU-ish thing. Y'know, with the whole THERE ARE MULTIPLE FUTURES AND IN EACH ONE BYAKURAN HAS ALWAYS TRIUMPHED!
Sooo now that I think about it the drabble's not just set in ANY future where they failed, but more specifically in a future where Mukuro was the last one left standing, and Byakuran's simply out to prolong the agony. In my headcanon, Byakips loves making sure he wears his toys down to a nub before he even considers throwing them away.
...On a related note, I find straightjackets and blindfold things very sexy on the right bottom. S-so. /hides
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this one, please! IT R MAI FAVOURITE♥
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ICON
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PAMCAKE WILL AGREE WITH ME |:
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BACKGROUND: So the D18 setup in this one works along the idea that they did have a fucked up sort of something relationship for around ten years until they had to call it quits because lol, Dino is a bossu and bossus need to have little bossus. Suffice to say, that sort of doesn't sit well with 18, but HE CAN'T QUIT THE GUY because being fucked by a man like D early in one's youth is bound to leave Lasting Impressions.
I wanted to have some sort of way of showing this: how, after being forced to leave someone behind, there are times when one simply can't quit the other. Can't help but be involved in his or her life. Of course, Dino being Dino, he'd insist on having 18 floating around, so he made 18 his eldest son's godfather. A sort of unspoken gesture of "everlasting friendship", which may also be seen as a mockery of whatever it was that they had prior to his marriage.
Aaaah there is also the fact that in my setup, there will come a point where 18 risks himself to go save Dino's ass. Soooo in a lit geek way, his saving Nico's life later on down the line sort of parallels that whole fucked up GDIT CAN'T QUIT YOU thing that the pair has going in my fic. Hence the line "You're still an idiot just like your father", etc.
I also wanted to have a means to show another side of the D18 setup I'm going to do? Something like a bystander's perspective - the whole showing rather than simply telling trick. And what better way to do it than through Dino's son? XD
...I hope I made sense.
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sob, Dino's just so nice, see. And sometimes naive.
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the one about haru as the vongola consigliere!
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My absolute favourite bit is the beginning:
After she had exhausted Namimori Public Library’s stock, Haru moved on to researching on the Internet, trolling forums, asking the geekier ones in her class to teach her a few tricks about getting into sites that were inaccessible to the general public. She began taking notes, attempting to recall the snippets of conversation that she had overheard between Tsuna and any one of his friends, including that strange five-year-old who certainly didn’t act like a five-year-old, now that she really thought about it. She cued in names
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Her father often asked her what she was doing, and at one point, why she suddenly seemed so focused. Haru only smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and returned to her books.
The baby – Reborn – approached her about half a year later, just as she was drafting an e-mail to an Italian Journalism student whose thesis was an enthnographic study of the mafia world and how it was changing due to strange dabbling in the occult sciences. She looked up and reached for her box of Strawberry-flavored Pocky only to realize that it wasn’t cardboard she was touching, but the soft wool of a well-tailored fedora. He was perched on her windowsill, munching on her snack.
“…Hey. I was going to eat that.”
“I can have Tsuna buy you another. What are you doing, Miura Haru?”
“You probably know already, since you’re here.”
“Fair enough.” The lizard on Reborn’s shoulder (Haru remembered Tsuna calling it Leon, but she couldn’t be certain) was staring at her with its large gold eyes. “Would you stop if I told you to?”
“No.”
Click. Haru looked up, and found herself staring down the barrel of a gun. She knew for a fact that it wasn’t a toy. She used to wonder.
“How about now?” the baby said, in a voice that didn’t belong to a child at all. Haru felt her heart migrate from her chest up to somewhere in her throat on the inside, but on the outside, the girl merely blinked at the weapon, then up at Reborn.
“Children shouldn’t be playing with guns, you know. Now if you’ll excuse me, Reborn-san,” she added as she turned away, “I’m busy trying to become your Family’s next consigliore.”
Up until now, Haru didn’t know whether Reborn had left her because she had somehow impressed him or if he had been amused at the fact that she had, somewhere between their return from the future to their encounter in her room, slipped out of speaking in third person.
More time passed, more research was done. Then, on one fine afternoon Miura Haru climbed the steps to Namimori Academy’s rooftop, marched over to where Sawada Tsuyanoshi and his friends were eating together, and threw down the huge binder containing all her research at his feet.
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“I know almost everything that I need to know now,” the girl said, with her hands on her hips and her eyes daring Tsuna to challenge her. “I’ll need the rest of the answers from you, the moment I become a part of your family.”
....
“You will let me in, won’t you?” Haru cut in, right through the noise. “I can’t be one of your Guardians, and I still don’t know much about all this box stuff, but somebody has to look out for you all on the legal end of things, right?”
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it was too long for me to post as one comment, all of this :((
♥
I suspect the last line up there is why my friend rec'd it to me, but it was a GOOD AND WELL-AIMED REC AND I ENJOYED IT IMMENSELY.
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There's very little to go around on Haru in the canon, imho - she only really gets one chapter to herself, if I'm not mistaken, and random snippets from the Daily Life Arc all the way down to the TYL Arc at present. I find her interesting, though, because it takes a particular type of person to... well, be someone like her. As such, I wanted to give her a little attention in my longfic, which is kind of my way of looking at a future that came out of the result of the boys surviving the TYL arc and going back to their own time to fix things.
Of course, since it seems as though Tsuna and Kyoko are pretty much set in stone as a pair, where does that leave someone like Haru, who is rather obviously depicted as the Second Girl in the manga? She most definitely can't be Tsuna's wife - she can't be a Guardian either. It also wouldn't make sense to just suddenly give her Phenomenal Cosmic Powers, or Dragonball Z-esque fighting skills. As such, I decided to make her the Vongola Family Consigliore... I figured she was intelligent enough for the position, and knew enough of the boys to be able to work with them. She also had more than enough enthusiasm to go all the way with her job.
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(I could devote a whole new comment on how it's kind of annoying how some fanfic authors totally ignore the original essence of Reborn and insist on injecting all of this "realism" into their fics that it ends up like an original story with characters who happen to share the names of our favorite boys and girls BUT NO NOT NOW.)
As a side note, I believe that putting Haru in this position not only helps her watch over Tsuna, but also over Kyoko, whom she no longer considers a rival (I plan on doing a flashback of the day she really realized that Kyoko was the one Tsuna needed, and that she herself isn't nearly strong enough to be the Tenth's wife). It also makes her an excellent counterbalance to Gokudera, because in my head canon Haru is one of the few people who can stand up to our Smoking Bomb and whip him into shape when he's being ridiculously TENTH!-centric.
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I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR YOU SPEAK OF THIS IN LENGTH >8)
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YOU ARE A WRITING MACHINE KAE.
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MERELY WASTING POTENTIAL!
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Okay, no.
I love it.
Initially, the fic was inspired by
Later on, though, it sort of became an exploration of the dynamics of D18's relationship? One of the reasons why most of my fics for the pair are tragic is because I honestly believe that they ARE a tragic pair. The level of "happy" that they can aspire to is the kind that I've presented in the piece you chose: a relationship built on a mistake, that they both just decide to live with, and fuck whoever tries to tell them otherwise. It will not last, and maybe they know that, but it is the moment that matters, not the future.
...I also want to add that it's also entirely possible that Hibari doesn't actually know or understand what he's getting into, and is thus just following his instincts. Which is sure to cost him in the long run. And Dino may see this, but... well. At the point in the fic, he's still vacillating on whether to tell Hibari as much.
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“You know, this seems like a really interesting place,” Yamamoto remarked later, as he stood around behind his companion, watching Hibari order some street food at the corner. “I wasn’t able to see much of Coron, but what I did see really impressed me. Ah!” the swordsman exclaimed, as though he had been struck with a sudden epiphany. “Here’s an idea… maybe we should have a family trip down here sometime! I’ll tell Tsuna when we get to Italy!”
Hibari turned around, shoved what looked like a bunch of peeled, sugared and fried bananas on a stick into his hands, and walked off. Yamamoto blinked at it, blinked at the vendor (who blinked right back at him), then loped off after Hibari, taking a tentative bite of the thing. Five bites later, he decided that he wanted more, but they turned into another area, and then into another area, and soon it became clear to Yamamoto that there would not be any more vendors selling whatever-that-thing-he-just-ate-was along the way.
Hibari walked, Yamamoto followed; Hibari attended to his business along the way, Yamamoto watched him do it; Hibari ignored whatever Yamamoto said, Yamamoto didn’t particularly care. That was the routine that they had established in their years together as Guardians of the Vongola – it was the pattern that defined them, and never seemed to change no matter what country they happened to be in at the moment.
It nearly midnight by the time they arrived at their destination: a grand hotel sitting on top of a hill, built in the old Spanish style, surrounded by trees and carefully tucked away from the noise and smell of the city. The Rain Guardian stood off to one side, admiring the view of the sea from the lounge; Hibari was off at the front desk of the lobby, talking to the woman manning the front desk in Tagalog. Yet another place under the Cloud Guardian’s control.
The sound of the elevator bell drew Yamamoto out of his thoughts, and he looked up in time to see Hibari entering one of the stalls. The Rain Guardian had to sprint to catch up to him, and literally threw himself in between the closing doors to in order to not get left behind. Hibari sent him a baleful look from where he had settled back against the wall, arms folded across his chest, legs crossed one in front of the other. Yamamoto only chuckled, scratched the back of his neck, and waited out the rest of the ride. The elevator music was some old tune with mandolins, violins and an incredibly high-pitched female singer. Probably a love song. Likely a lament.
When the doors opened on their floor, Yamamoto moved to stand in front of Hibari, hand outstretched, smile in place.
“Let me take the lead, for once.”
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I have, however, been to Puerto Princesa, and a whole lot of other beach-y locations. I was sort of out to pay homage to my home country with the chapters you mentioned
and I also wanted an excuse to write Hibari speaking my mother tongue and wearing a dinky tourist shirt, so I tried to capture the whole feel of the place as much as I could in the passage you mentioned.The thing that Hibari
shoved down Yamamoto's throatgave over to Yamamoto is Banana-Q - it's local street food. I've tried it before and didn't like it so much since it's not my sort of thing, but everyone else down here loves the stuff, and I figure that since Yamamoto quite probably eats everything... well, yeah. As to the song on the elevator, I imagined it to be one of the local "folk" songs inspired by old Spanish pieces. XDBEYOND ALL THE BACKGROUND STUFF, THOUGH, I just couldn't get the image of Yamamoto and Hibari weaving through the odd beauty of dingy streets on a hot night, up until they fall together in their hotel room!