and tomorrow, iDIE. [who reads theo when there's temeraire to go around?]

[izkariote]

"Why are you frowning?" --Temeraire's first words to Captain William Laurence, His Majesty's Dragon

Senior year? Jolly good! o:



Domestic moments among the exquisite dead.

Monday meant grocery shopping with the kids from the orphanage in Sector 12, the one that had burned down maybe two weeks after his return from Solinus the first time around. Tuesday meant playing with the kittens they had drowned in the park, by the shore of the lake that had claimed their lives.

Wednesday meant picking flowers for the blind woman wandering around near the hydrangea bushes in the park. Thursday meant dropping by Skie Sector to check around for anyone who had forgotten that they actually weren’t alive anymore.

Friday meant visiting the morgue and guiding the new arrivals away from their old homes and towards the new. Saturday was his day off. Sunday was tea time with three good mothers at home, much to Aidan’s chagrin because Sunday was supposed to be his day off and he was subjected to listening to his boyfriend speak about his sex life with a trio of unfulfilled, horny old ghosts.


You’re the swingingest thing.

Shimeya kissed in exactly the way Aetna imagined he would: slow, deep, full, and gentle. he had closed his eyes to absorb the moment, half fearing that when he opened them he’d realize it was another dream. The violent flush of his cheeks betrayed his relief to his senpai, who only pulled away with a smile and brushed the bangs from Aetna’s face.

“I’m sorry I took so long.”

“You should be.”

The moment those words left his lips Aetna regretted it and it showed in how he only blushed harder. Shimeya chuckled. The sound of it echoed in his ears and skipped down the younger man’s spine, making him tremble.

“Can you hold out a bit longer, or is here and the floor just fine?”


Eternity’s a five year plan.

“Are you sure this is—”

Hikaru only put one finger to his lips and smiled. He then led Alistair along by the hand, walking corridors that the latter hadn’t known existed in the topmost levels of Seigi. The grip was loose, imploring: he could have slipped out and joined Hikaru to walk by his side. Instead, he followed, and let the Bladian take him where he would, as it should have been between them. As it always was.

An open portal, a blinding flash of light, and there they were on the balcony, weightless even though their feet were on solid nicron, overlooking a living tapestry of silicon, asphalt and glass.

“Best view in the whole pyramid, I think… nothing from above or below can see you unless you give them a way to, but you can certainly see any of them from wherever you stand here. Even Marrigan doesn’t know about this place.”

Hikaru sounded well-pleased with himself, smug and nearly imperious in the way that was expected of the one that they called ‘tensai’ , but beneath the sunlight and in full fling against endless sky above their heads he looked years below his actual age, and the look in his eyes was bright. The wind blew strong, whistling in his ears, but Alistair paid it no attention, not with that which he concerned himself with the most right there, with a smile worth every year he had spent in solitude.

“I could disappear right here, and no one would ever know but you.”

His arms threaded about the boy’s frame only too easily; living a life of the blade had bled out all the essentials, and that was merely a prelude to the greater risk he would put himself through in the time he had left. There was strength in them, languid and effortless off the battlefield but swift and brutal whenever it was needed. Nothing could kill the Wolf of Zangyaku but himself, and he was doing a splendid job about it, smiling at Alistair and laughing at the sky the whole way.


Watch your chance and hit him with a brick.

Routine for Kanna Yamazaki was dropping in at Rui Ishikawa’s apartment before returning to Seigi after an assignment. He would be awake and working overtime on occasion, but most nights she would find him curled up on his side in an empty bathtub, fully clothed, huddled against the cold in an even colder place. There would be bottles lined up near the edge, and a pack of Cutlasses spewing its contents all over the tiles. Long, slim, dark blue cigarettes with gold filters and enough shit in them to poison a man four times over without him ever knowing it, and Rui was the one to smoke two packs on a good day. Kanna didn’t know exactly how many he went through on a ‘bad day’ and she wasn’t too keen on finding out.

The bottles were dumped in the kitchen’s trash can, and the Cutlasses were all flushed down the toilet. It was always a dilemma on whether to lug Rui over to his bed or maybe the couch, or if she would just leave him there, and she ended up leaving him there every single time. She’d call up his secretary regardless of the hour because she knew the other man would be awake: caring for the commander of Japan’s Enforcers was their conspiracy. She would be gone before Tohru arrived.

Kanna would return to Seigi, and on the way to her room she would cross the dojo where she knew she would find her cousin practicing, blades spinning through the air, blood soaked through bandages, willpower tempered as the steel he wielded. She would watch him a while, remember the image of Rui lying in that bathtub, an image that she felt was etched deep upon her eyes. Sometimes she managed to slip away unnoticed. Other times, Hikaru would pause and ask her if everything was all right. In those moments, she would bury Rui and everything said and unsaid between them in order to smile and tell her cousin that everything was just fine.

Being Zangyaku’s Thief meant lying in wait, getting ready for that one, calculated strike that would define everything. Now was not the time, she would tell herself. It was still Rui’s move. Always and ever Rui’s move.


Shaved ice, slow fan, summer heat. Bloodsport.

That Akiyo went totally brain dead whenever it was hot was a statement of the obvious for his siblings. Tsuki was hard-pressed to believe this, however, as he was a living, breathing ice box who wouldn’t know what ‘hot’ meant unless someone stuck his head into an oven under full fire. Hence, when his brother started bitching he plugged in the fan and showed Akiyo in front of it, foolishly believing that it was enough.

Fifteen minutes later, Tsuki was forced to run for his life when Akiyo started chasing him around with an ice pick, his rationale being that Tsuki’s skin must’ve been ice to be able to generated cold air and he wanted to shave off some of it. Tsuki would never forget the horror of that moment.




Touch of moonlight madness.

Early on in her career, there was a night that Soi Fong had nearly died in Yoruichi’s arms. She had been poisoned, riddled with venom needles from a Hollow beyond her league. She vaguely remembered arms thin as her own but threaded with a strength she’d never possess lifting her, holding her close to a soft, warm chest. When she awakened next it was to a futon that was not her own with her injuries dressed and her master naked beside he.

“Unohana-san from the Fourth told me that we needed to keep you warm.”

The voice echoed low in her ears, an amused purr that made Soi Fong only blush harder than she already was. Yoruichi, the earth goddess she worshipped, filling in the space between their bodies. It had left Soi Fong stammering for weeks on end.

In the wake of Yoruichi’s departure, whenever she was on the battlefield or whenever it happened to be one of the coldest nights of the year in the Soul Society, Soi Fong would lie back beneath the light of the moon, touch herself, and remember.

A single soul dwelling in two bodies.

Their love of running was something the both of them shared. Sunrise would find them both awake at the same time, decked out in the regalia befitting their positions, out to challenge the colors of dawn. They would step out into the chilly morning air and launch themselves skyward, using the walls as stepping stones to reach the rooftops, and the rooftops as stepping stones to reach for the clouds.

They would be out for hours, moving fast enough to weave the streams of air together in their wake, chasing after the coming dawn. They would go where the buildings ended and the forest began, and dance in the shadow patterns of leaves against the ground, following the rhythm of the river. They would only stop at lunch, where Yoruichi would bathe in the lake at the center of the forest and Soi Fong would sit with her back against the tree closest to the shore, roasting fish over an open flame and listening to the sound of her master moving about in the water. Silence would connect them; the right words were already written in their hearts, and that was enough.

The next time Soi Fong found herself in the forest was when she and Yoruichi fought, and their garden of forking paths of air and the shadows of leaves, she discovered, had not changed at all.




A guise of gentle words.

Sometimes, when the feelings he had confused him, Hikaru would spend their hours after school ill-tempered and unfocused, a ball of restless energy pacing all over the floor before Kaoru. His twin, at these times, would occupy himself with whatever was at hand, be it homework, be it a model airplane, be it watching the one with the same face as he.

Hikaru liked to articulate when it was just the two of them, and Kaoru would listen, head inclined, quietly absorbing every word. Each time, his response would be the same.

“It’s because she’s beyond you, Hikaru. She’s beyond you, and you want her to be right there, where you can reach her and understand her and box her in.”

Kaoru only blinked and listened to the tirade that would follow, sometimes smiling, sometimes wincing at the verbal scissors that turned up in his brother’s hands every time the subject was broached. It almost always ended with Hikaru storming off to take his irritation out on a video game, and Kaoru would retreat into models or books or whatever other thing happened to be interesting at the moment. The next day everything would be forgiven and forgotten, at least until the point where a smile or a gleaming glance would sent Hikaru tumbling all over himself again.


Why do you sleep with girls?

Kyouya was originally of the impression that Haruhi either had little care for the affection Tamaki rather frequently lavished upon her, or if she was simply and totally oblivious to it. The Host Club’s Prodigy was so honest of a person that it couldn’t have been anything else, the Shadow King rather logically concluded.

This changed after he accidentally stumbled upon Haruhi and Renge in Ouran High School’s Third Music Room just as they were kissing each other and touching each other in rather discomforting places (discomforting, at least, for a casual observer). Their clothes were already all over the floor, among other things.

Where other high school boys would have stayed rooted to the spot, confused by the mixed signals they would be receiving from both their heads, Kyouya only blinked, made a note on his clipboard, and shut the door.




Why do you sleep with girls?

“Mazikeen? Can I ask you a personal question?”

“I do not desire it, but seeing as you are Elaine Belloc’s friend I doubt that you will listen to what I want anyway, so go ahead.”

Mona merely beamed at Mazikeen before pressing on, relentlessly, as little girl goddesses were wont to do.

“Given that you and the man are, you know, in the sack, why do you still sleep with girls? Elaine’s kind of told me about Beatrice.”

Mazikeen cocked an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you sleep with girls?”

Later on, in the tent of the Lilim’s supreme commander, Mazikeen only watched her lord as he removed her armor with a touch.

“I have been meaning to ask you the same question. I find it interesting how the protector of this realm’s hedgehogs preceded me.”

Elsewhere, as Elaine Belloc worked, she tried to ignore Mona’s staring from the other side of Lucifer Morningstar’s universe and hoped that the gaze didn’t go as deep as it looked.



I'll be fulfilling more requests as I go along, namely for those who have most recenlty posted for some. o:

If any of the rest of you are interested, just remember to leave a comment here.

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Comments

[yukitsu.livejournal.com]

I shallt be biased and say that I luffles the bits you made for me to bits. /redundancy.

Domestic moments among the exquisite dead. -- I like how you took to the theme. @_@ My first thought at this was Aidan and Rethe and Rethe doing funky stuff with ghosts, but this is far cuter. The crack at the end was teh awesome. >3 "Ufufufu, so he likes doing those, hm? Oh, my husband used to blahblahblah." "^__^ Un." ">_______>"

Also, Alistair x Hikaru = such so sad. Nuff said.

I love Kanna muchly. .-. All that patience with such silly men around her! A lesser woman would have snapped and smacked them all with a bat.

Tsuki + Akiyo = crack. Shimeya x Aetna = bullying. Such so strange.

OMG YORUICHI X SOI FONG HOT LESBIAN LOVE WINZZZ! Er. I am particularly fond of Moonlight Madness (Hou, that sounded like Sailormoon).

Hikaru (of Ouran) is such so confused. I think I rather like Kaoru more, though Hikaru's no less hot. *cough* Perhaps Hikaru should take some councilling from the other Hikaru? They're both somewhat weird in the head, anyway. (The other one being VERY weird in the head.)

Kyouya = WINZ. Also, he is hot, but that is in no way related to this random comment.

I know not of Lucifer. @_@ I'm quite tempted to prod you for more requests, and ask you to write Temeraire fics. He's such so cute!

[izkariote.livejournal.com]

This is probably the longest comment I've ever gotten from you. XD

Glad you enjoyed them though. Very glad. Still got a bunch more to go for you.

[yukitsu.livejournal.com]

o: You went off to dinner and I had the time !

♥ ♥ ♥ Thank you muchly~

[keio.livejournal.com]

*death* I am immensely glad that this did not come from those one-shot drabble memes, and that I have a whole month's worth of this to look forward to.

LOVE how you give canon basis for being, well, canon! :D I especially loved the image of "a single soul dwelling in two bodies."

*cheers you on*

[izkariote.livejournal.com]

The other themes daunt me at the moment, but I'll try and cook up something worthy for them soon. D:

*glomp*

[laurgasm.livejournal.com]

FWEEEEEEEEE! Thanks for the drabbles. :D I love what you did with Kyouya--I imagine that's exactly what he'd do if that happened in the anime. Thanks again!

Re: *glomp*

[izkariote.livejournal.com]

No problem. X3 I'll work on the rest as soon as ideas for them come. @_@