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kat8chaMeme I saw while... wandering around looking for pr0nfic at 3:30 in the morning.
No, I'm not secretly a man dammit
When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
They aren't the type of people to talk about their relationship. Kadota isn't the type to bring up private issues (although he will accidentally let secrets slip and he has been known to tell wild stories that are altogether true) and Shizuo isn't either. In fact the sum total of people who know they are dating is two. Shizuo and Kadota. Of course, those are only the people that Shizuo and Kadota acknowledge knowing. Shizuo accidentally told Celty but he doesn't remember doing so. Celty told Shinra, and of course Izaya found out somehow. Erika at one point bugged the apartment and prizes her video tape of the two of them having sex above all else, Yumasaki has of course seen the tape. Togusa's not one to talk but he knows that Kadota doesn't always sleep alone, and Simon figured it out that one stupid time they decided to go to Russian sushi for a date. Kida figured it out one night about three months ago when he spotted Shizuo pushing Kadota up against a grimy alley wall and kissing him, Tom figured it out about the same time because Shizuo was still on the clock.
Do not leave the warehouse or I let the slasher fight. I have someone watching you.
Kida grits his teeth and flops back to sit on the couch. So he has no choice. The slasher is vicious and the last thing he wants his men to face. Whoever it is otherworldly, inhuman, like the headless rider. Maybe he can slip past whoever is watching him? But no, if they were doing it since last night there are probably multiple people on 'guard duty'.
Kida checks his next message, it's from one of the Yellow Scarves' phones.
'One down'.
…Kida swallows. What? Did that mean… one Dollars member defeated? No, probably not, Kida knows this member, knows that they usually text full of emoticons and fake words. He presses the forward arrow.
This one comes with a picture of a bloodied face but still open and aware eyes.
'Two down'
Another message comes in while Kida stares at his cellphone, another message from a Yellow Scarves cellphone.
'Ten down'.
"Ah, Masaomi." Anri smiled the secret smile that she only really smiled when she'd had a good day. Kida liked that smile. "You're back." She was wearing the skirt from the office (OLs could be so sexy) but had removed her button up shirt and slipped on a cream tee-shirt. Over the skirt and shirt was a pink frilled apron.
"Anri~~~" Sometimes Kida would walk down the hallway to the kitchen normally, most of the time he danced. Ending his dance dramatically he knelt on the floor before the door with one hand pressed to his heart and the other one held out to Anri. "Your sexy body never fails to rejuvenate me after a hard day!"
"Yamamoto~kun~ ♥" A cheerful voice calls out from behind Yamamoto. The door must be back there. Yamamoto's shoulders tighten and his face turns grim. Even without a ring, without a box weapon, without Shigure Kintoki or a gun or any sort of weapon, Yamamoto will fight against Byakuran in anyway possible. If silence is his only means of fighting, then he will keep silent. "I know you're awake Yamamoto~kun~. Look what I brought you!"
A blur of black was tossed into the room, a limp conglomeration of limbs and black cloth hitting the floor hard. Right in front of Yamamoto, right in Yamamoto's line of sight. The rag doll lifted its head to reveal a deathly pale face, slanted eyes hard and cold, and lips pressed in a grimace. Yamamoto's breath caught in his throat.
Hibari.
Hibari's black suit was ripped and torn, blood staining the white shirt underneath black, blue and yellow bruises revealed by ragged tears of cloth. Hibari's spiky black hair was matted down in black sticky looking patches. Blood, obviously. Hibari attempted to stand, and his legs buckled under him, sending him to his knees. Yamamoto winces at the sound of Hibari's knees hitting the floor. Hibari still wears a ring that glows with a faint purple flame, the flame blazes and Hibari's eyes narrow in determination, just before the ring shatters, the shards fall to the floor like so much black dust.
Yamamoto and Hibari meet each other's eyes. Their jaws tighten as one.
Omertà.
So, the refugees clinging to the hope to leave needed a good time, and a good time was always to be had at Jim's.
"How're things going, Bones?" Jim asked, leaning on McCoy's piano. The dark and brooding piano player looked up at Jim Kirk from under heavy brows. "Plenty of business?"
"You know, Jim." Long elegant fingers moved over the piano keys, plunking out a jazzy tune. "I'm a doctor, not a pianist."
Jim laughed, low and husky and done in a manner that made women swoon. Women, and some men as well. Leonard McCoy just kept playing the same old song, ignoring the way Jim's smile did send a thrill up his spine. "Yeah, you were a doctor, but you can't get a license to practice in Casablanca. Politics and all."
"Crooked politics." McCoy grunted indignantly. "One day I'm going to shove a pike up that prefect's ass, and then we'll see about 'red tape'."
Jim laughed and patted McCoy on the shoulder before walking through his little saloon. The bar was hopping, the music was good, and though McCoy complained it was doubtful that even if Pike (for that was the crooked Prefect's name) granted him a license to practice that McCoy would leave the bar to set up shop as a doctor. Being a doctor in Casablanca meant that you were expected to peddle drugs on the side and stitch up bullet wounds and broken heads. McCoy was more of a family physician, and he had a reputation that got him after-hour (and before opening) patients at Jim's.
"Hello, Jim."
Jim turned around, his grin turning into more of a smarmy smirk. "Well speak of the devil, Pike. I was just talking about you to Bones."
Prefect Pike, all dashing and handsome charm and silver-grey hair, took off his cap and tucked it under one arm. "He still complaining about that license?"
"You know Bones." Jim shrugged, and placed a hand on Pike's elbow, leading him to the best seat in the house. Close enough to Bones to hear the music, but also close to the bar. Jim signaled to Scotty to bring a good bottle of whiskey. "He's always complaining about something."
I'd still need to figure out who the HECK would be The Girl though. :| Of all the Gin joints in all the world... I was thinking it should be Uhura with Spock as That Guy.
"Bucking Horse." Cold steel rested against her throat, taking Diana by surprise. It only took Diana a split second to roll out of the way and reach under the pillow for her gun though. Tangled sheets wrapped around her leg, making movement awkward, but Diana still had Hibari within her sights.
Hibari looked unimpressed.
"Kyouya!" Diana tried not to sound surprised or breathless. Suddenly the unmade bed made sense. "When did you get here?"
Hibari folded his arms, but kept his tonfa dangling from his fingers. Diana knew better, she knew her student could move from relaxed to deadly in a matter of seconds. In a matter of microseconds even. Diana had helped train Hibari to relax between moments of deadliness. "I was here this morning."
"This morning?" Diana kept the gun pointed at Hibari, but began to move. She had her whip and boxes on the other side of the bed, she just needed to reach it. It's not like she really would shoot Hibari, not unless Hibari came at her with those tonfa. Even then Diana would probably miss on purpose. Guns were also relatively useless against Hibari, even at close range. "We didn't have anything scheduled did we?"
"I heard you were in trouble." Hibari said evenly.
It's actually surprisingly... texty. I obviously hadn't gotten bored with it before I... got bored and stopped writing.
The minute the woman walked through the door Saeki knew she would be bad for business, bad for his heart, and especially bad for his liver. She was a long cool drink of a woman, the kind of drink you ordered with a wink to the girl beside you. Everything from her precise pointed shoes to the top of her artfully styled brown hair was sex on the beach, screaming orgasm, slow comfortable screw. Saeki could feel himself craving a cold drink already. Especially since Saeki knew that no matter how much like a woman the woman looked, she was 100 percent man.
"Fuji." Saeki rubbed at his temples and motioned for his childhood friend to step into the room.
It's still his territory, and he is still in charge of it, and there were THINGS in his territory that no one was to touch.
They were his.
"Uh… guys. Look." Dino squirmed from where he was tied up with his own whip, the leather cords wrapped tight around his arms and chest. No meddlesome 'family' around to help the Bucking Horse wriggle away. He was going to sit there and watch. "What the heck is this about you two?!"
It had all started a week ago, when the Bucking Horse had made his entrance.
"It's good to see everyone getting along!" Dino had said, leaning casually against the door to Namimori's rooftop like he owned the school. (Which he did not. Hibari did.) Romario stood in the shadows behind Dino, shadowing him like…
Like a shadow.
"And the crisis is averte- WHOA!" Dino ducked and weaved, his whip out and blocking the next strike of Adelheid's fans. "Adelheid, we talk-" Another dodge, a whip flick, the sound of leather meeting metal. "Just because you feel this is-"
Hibari had disliked watching the fight. For one thing, fights on the school roof were reserved for him. For another… he hadn't been sure at the time.
"It's nice to see fiancés getting along so well, isn't it dame Tsuna?" Reborn had said from his position on Yamamoto's shoulder.
OBVIOUSLY written before the latest chapters.
Dino wasn't really sure what he had expected when Reborn, with Tsuna cringing a few steps away, had asked him to teach Hibari sex ed. Dino thought it might be things like 'use a condom' and 'don't get anyone pregnant' and 'these are STD's, Kyoya'. Dino was not expected it to be 'sex ed' in the form of hands on tutorials on kissing and baseball metaphors, with illustrated exploded diagrams being replaced by Hibari's body. Hibari was a fast learner though, and yes he had been a virgin to start off with but now Dino was beginning to feel vastly outclassed. Hibari was sex on wheels and Dino, in the absence of Romario, tended to be a klutz.
"You're going to need a partner for the next lesson." Dino states, rubbing the back of his head.
"Why." Hibari does not ask questions, he makes statements out of question words. Dino rubs the back of his head harder and laughs, nervously, while shooting Romario a glance.
Romario looks dead pan and unhelpful and maybe a little embarrassed.
Dino sighs and meets Hibari's, a little angry, eyes. "It's… not something Romario is comfortable with and I don't want him to be here for it if he's not and I don't want to hurt you." It all comes out in a rush, and Hibari's face darkens before he nods.
"I'll find someone suitable."
You have to admit the idea of Dino giving Hibari sex ed talks is laugh out loud hilarious.
Shouichi's parents secure the writ for Shouichi to enter the college quickly, and Shouichi is not sure he wishes to know what political favors were called in. The dean knows who Shouichi is, but Lal Mirch is a close friend of the queen and well known for keeping state secrets, Shouichi is sure that his secret will be kept safe. Shouichi himself is not sure he can keep his secret contained. Between Spanner and his parents he has built a cover story though. He is 'Shou' from the 'Irie Duchy', his father is 'Lord Sato', who had control of a remote region of the Duchy. No one would question the story, and even if they did they would just assume he was another lord in hiding.
Which, well, he was. He is also required by his mother, father, and no doubt the King as well, to write down the name of each person he meets and his interactions with them. To say the least, Shouichi intends to skive that as much as possible.
Shouichi finds college life to be incredible. He and Spanner have taken an apartment in a housing complex used to handling attendees of the Royal College. The apartment is cramped, Shouichi has to share bathing space with other people, there is a long list of rules to follow and the entire housing complex smells faintly of over-stewed cabbage… but Shouichi has never felt freer in his life. Shouichi spends hours outside of the tiny little apartment just watching the world go by. There is a park, a little pretty place filled with flowers and a small lake, which is halfway between the campus and Shouichi and Spanner's apartment. Shouichi spends his time there when he is not in class, the library, or sleeping.
Shouichi and Spanner have both bought sketch pads and charcoal in order to draw for their engineering classes. Because of the artistic skill needed, both have been forced to study art as well.
Shouichi spends his time in the little park sketching faces or objects or sometimes drawing things from his imagination. His sketchbook is filled with mechanical objects that could never exist, and common objects found in every house hold or in every army. It's a mishmash of ideas.
Shouichi's instructors love him, and for that whole first season Shouichi and Spanner swim through mathematics and engineering classes, only struggling in the rigidity of their art assignments.
"I don't want to draw fruit." Spanner bites down on the apple he was supposed to be drawing. "I'm never going to draw fruit again. Why can't I practice perspective and realism on armor?"
"Because the professor wants you to draw fruit?" Shouichi himself is peeling an orange. The two pieces of fruit were costly; they had better enjoy them if they aren't going to draw them. "I don't know. I don't see the point either."
Surprisingly, both pass the class.
It was kind of sad how almost every Kamen Rider seemed to come with one boy and one girl constantly following them around. Not that Otoya and Aoi followed Falcon, sometimes they were dragged, and sometimes they arrived first. Haruka, Falcon's sister, was generally used as bait for Falcon. Otoya was always offering to be Falcon's support, and Aoi just seemed to end up in bad situations because she was utterly clueless.
Typical.
"Well, I don't want that." Kaito crossed his arms over his chest. Kujo Otoya was bound before them, lying on his side. And by 'them' Kaito meant himself and Kamen Rider J. "It's human." Kaito couldn't cart a human around like Tsukasa did, dragging his little shop from universe to universe. Kaito could barely get himself across the walls that separated universes. "I can't use it."
"Oh, I'll take it then." Kamen Rider J leaned down and picked Otoya up. Otoya looked kind of tiny in J's arms, although his hair was easily twice the size of Kaito's. "I can always find a use for my little brother."
And… that was about when the creepy bad touch feel of J clicked for Kaito.
It was also the moment when ULTRA Falcon broke through the wall, with Decade not far behind.
It would all have been such a simple affair if Isobel did not wish to keep Murtagh away from Kay, and if Murtagh did not manufacture reasons to stop in at Grimglass and speak to him. If Murtagh behaved like any proper duke he would have sent a letter, if he had any propriety at all, he would have sent a letter. The problem of the matter was, Murtagh did not send a letter, and so Julian had told Kay that he had the next morning free, and Kay accepted Felix Harrowgate's offer of dinner.
Since coming to Grimglass Kay had taken to dining with Felix and Mildmay once every other decad, if he had the time. Kay had not planned to start up a romance with Felix Harrowgate. Kay was newly married, and Felix Harrowgate had scars that Kay did not need eyes to see. But talking with Mildmay had once led them all deep into the night had deep into their cups as well. Felix had asked, and Kay had answered.
Nothing had happened that night.
The next time Kay came over though Felix had been… solicitous was not the word, but something of that ilk. Kay had hardly cared for it at the time. He was a man of action, of charging straight into the fray.
Not that he could see the fray anymore.
Still, when Felix had shied too close to the line, and then backed away quickly, Kay had enough. He had not needed to be able to see to grab Felix's shirt front and pull him into a kiss, Kay had not needed eyes to tell that Felix Harrowgate liked it. Kay had proven with Vanessa he could make love blind, but Kay proved with Felix Harrowgate that not everything had been lost with his sight.
It had been casual since then. Kay had told Vanessa, and she had understood. She married him to keep her son and holding safe, and he had been honest with her (not from the first, but eventually) about being violet. Vanessa allowed him his trysts with Felix Harrowgate (which did not happen after every dinner at the Lighthouse) and Kay had professed he would also look the other way should he ever pass someone else smelling strongly of lilacs. Kay doubted he would. A man may have his dalliances, a woman must stay firm. Still, Vanessa was not without her own hobbies, and she was not a sex starved huntress searching for her next young buck. She was content.
Life had been too easy for too long, and something had been bound to happen.
"Kay!" The doors to Felix's bedchambers slammed open with force, and the voice was immediately recognizable as Kay's brother-in-law the Duke of Murtagh. Kay scrambled, first to find a sword that he had not held since his surrender to the Duke of Glimmering, and second to sit up and not disgrace himself by stumbling blindly around the room. Kay did not bother to cover himself, and he strongly doubted Felix did either. "Kay, what are you doing?" He was approaching from the right, fast, clipped boot heels tapping at the varnished wooden floor of Felix's bedroom. Hearing him coming did not prepare Kay any more for Murtagh's strong hand closed around his upper arm.
"Was sleeping in." Kay said, like it should have been obvious. Murtagh responded by jerking him off the bed and storming towards the door, Kay caught and following like a gondola trapped in a current.
"Your grace." Felix's warm, breathless voice, ahead of them, conciliatory. "We meant no offense, the l-"
"Felix." Murtagh's voice was filled with all the raw edges of a man burning his fuse straight up. His hand tightened painfully around Kay's upper arm, and it was a fight not to just peel the Duke's hand right off. Kay was sure he could have done it more than a year ago. Couldn't be that hard now. "I advice you step out of my way."
Felix, wisely, did, a swish and soft step. He must be wearing the sheet. Defending Murtagh's dignity or his own? "Perhaps you would let the Warden of Grimglass put on a pair of pants, at least?"
Murtagh's painful grip tightened, and then released. "Get dressed, Kay. Virtuer Harrowgate-"
"Am not your ward." Kay spoke up, thinking now would be the best time to do so. "Nor your dependant any longer. Vanessa knows what I do. Is not any of your business, Murtagh." Kay had learned to read silences, he knew that Murtagh's ugly frozen stillness was no doubt from extreme distress. Though because of what, Kay could not say. There was also the curdling heat of anger in that silence, anger and stifled words. Murtagh took a deep breath, and Kay wondered what he was breathing in. Neither he nor Felix had opened the windows that night, the nights were getting colder up in Grimglass as Fructidor rolled into Vendémiaire. It made old wounds ache, the sea air and the chill.
"I will wait for you at your home." Ugly, ugly undertones. "Warden Grimglass." Then Murtagh was gone, slamming the 'damn heavy doors' (as Mildmay put it) of Felix's bedroom behind him. The door slamming left a ringing in Kay's ears, and after being tugged along by the Duke, he was not entirely sure of his position in the room. Kay had spent more time exploring between Felix's sheets then exploring the room at large.
The thought now left a sour taste in Kay's mouth.
That reminds me, I should totally see if Corambis is in soft cover now so I can order it and OWN it and thus HAVE it... so I can re-read it and actually finish. XD The hard thing about writing fic for books is that I feel the need to try for the right TONE... and my tone does not match the exquisite tone of the Doctrine of the Labyrinth series.
For a demon, Kirihara was in charge and living large. He got to torture people on both ends of the work spectrum, as well as his coworkers, and the people he met on the street. Kirihara could cause paper jams though the building causing streams of ill thoughts and ill deeds to filter through the company and feed him. His reports always gave the higher up's headaches, and his requests always ended in panic in the underlings. Kirihara rather liked his life on earth, even if his body was a little confining and he missed the freedom of flying through Hell's skies.
And the warmth, Kirihara really missed the warmth.
Kirihara propped his feet up on his desk as the air conditioning kicked on, a wide grin on his face. His office was only semi enclosed, but no one was going to bother him while he was looking so self-satisfied, it was just asking for trouble.
"Excuse me." Some random guy knocked on the side of Kirihara's office and walked in, a bunch of papers held in a manila folder. "I have the reports you asked for."
Kirihara grumbled when he shifted his legs off his desk. Damn, he was just getting ready to relax too. "Give 'em here then." The faceless underling held out the manila folder, and Kirihara took it.
Their fingers didn't even have to brush, Kirihara didn't even need to get close enough to touch, he could feel the angelic presence hanging over this guy's skin. Kirihara did a double take. Blond hair, a surly face, nothing special about him. Guy wore contacts and Kirihara briefly cursed the contacts so that they'd itch and the guy would have to switch to using glasses or be in pain. Nothing angelic, except for the holy aura that was slathered all over the guy's own personal aura.
There was an *angel* moving in on *his* racket.
"Fuji-kun." Emiko slid a serving of wasabi sushi rolls in front of him with a smile. "You haven't eaten yet."
Fuji placed one hand over Emiko's with a smile. "Ah, I should model a heroine after you Emiko-chan, every time I come here you take such good care of me." Emiko blushed and ducked her head, daintily pulling her hand out of Fuji's grip.
"Fuji-kun is such a flirt." Emiko scolded. Her hair fell forward to obscure her face, but then she tipped her head back and looked Fuji in the eyes. Emiko's brown eyes glittered. "You're just trying to steal me away from my husband!"
"Aaaaaaaah, Fujiko." Taka came around the counter to wrap an arm around his wife's waist. "You know no woman can stand up to your charms."
"Except Emiko-chan." Fuji sighed. "She is resistant."
Taka kissed his wife's cheek and walked back to the counter, smiling and waving at more customers. Kawamura Sushi was busy as usual, and Fuji watched a steady stream of regulars and new comers enter, mingle, eat, and leave. The whole time Taka and Emiko served them with smiling faces. Fuji nodded at a few regulars, greeting them as well. The noise level rose and fell, inevitably peaking during a drunken round of songs from a group of heavy handed salaryman. Jin left before that point, heading up to bed. When Taka-san finally helped the last wobbly customer out of the shop and into his cab Emiko began wiping down the counter. It was late, probably later than Fuji should have stayed out, but he wanted to talk to Taka all the same.
"So." Taka clapped his hands and sat down on the stool next to Fuji. "Are you avoiding another deadline, Fujiko?
"Taka-san." Fuji shook his head lightly. "You know that when I avoid deadlines I hide upstairs, so that I can duck out the fire escape if my editor shows up."
"That's true." Taka took a glass of water from Emiko when the woman passed by, and then Emiko turned off the lights in the back room and walked up the stairs. "So, what was so important you had to get me all alone?"
Fuji wondered what it would take for Taka to lose his smile. Taka never had, not in all the years Fuji had known him. Not even when he worried that Emiko would leave him for another man, and after Emiko had accepted his proposal everything had turned out sunny side up. "I saw someone familiar today." Fuji paused, Taka looked expectant, Fuji sighed. "Remember how Jin was complaining earlier about how his new coach was so hard on them all?"
Taka nodded. "Was it someone we know then? The school sent a letter about the new appointment but Emiko misplaced it."
Fuji sighed again. "It's Tezuka."
Taka's eyes widened. "Tezuka? Really? But the last I heard he was playing the professional circuit."
"He retired earlier this year, don't you read Inui's mass e-mails?" Inui who despite his job at an up and coming health-drink company seemed to find the time to compile all the news stories about former opponents or team mates, and then e-mail them out to those who he had contact information for.
Which was everyone, since Inui never lost an e-mail address, and if you stopped using one Inui easily found out the other. He also had an unnerving ability to get through despite the number of times one marked his emails as spam.
"Ah…" Taka rubbed the back of his head. "I always just delete those…"
Yuuta has kids too in that AU but he's... you know, Yuuta. He feels like Fuji undermines his authority as a parent.
It was funny watching the ensign get so upset, though, it was also understandable. Chekov had a bruise blooming over his jaw, and a sprained wrist. He was lucky though, Sulu had a nasty looking gash stretching across his rib cage that was going to take time to heal, and McCoy was not even going to start listing Kirk's injuries. It was probably because Chekov was the least manhandled, he had been waiting at the beam out point, that he had the energy to spare to get so upset.
"Keptin needs collar." Chekov said as one of the nurses wrapped his wrist. The nurse, pretty, blond, with good medical sense, just smiled sweetly at Chekov and let him rant. "Like dog. 'If found, please return to Enterprise'."
It should be noted that for every WIP I posted there's at least 1 more that I didn't... and about 5 different ideas in my head of how this story or that could have gone. And let's not even get started on the random original fic snippets...
When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
They aren't the type of people to talk about their relationship. Kadota isn't the type to bring up private issues (although he will accidentally let secrets slip and he has been known to tell wild stories that are altogether true) and Shizuo isn't either. In fact the sum total of people who know they are dating is two. Shizuo and Kadota. Of course, those are only the people that Shizuo and Kadota acknowledge knowing. Shizuo accidentally told Celty but he doesn't remember doing so. Celty told Shinra, and of course Izaya found out somehow. Erika at one point bugged the apartment and prizes her video tape of the two of them having sex above all else, Yumasaki has of course seen the tape. Togusa's not one to talk but he knows that Kadota doesn't always sleep alone, and Simon figured it out that one stupid time they decided to go to Russian sushi for a date. Kida figured it out one night about three months ago when he spotted Shizuo pushing Kadota up against a grimy alley wall and kissing him, Tom figured it out about the same time because Shizuo was still on the clock.
Do not leave the warehouse or I let the slasher fight. I have someone watching you.
Kida grits his teeth and flops back to sit on the couch. So he has no choice. The slasher is vicious and the last thing he wants his men to face. Whoever it is otherworldly, inhuman, like the headless rider. Maybe he can slip past whoever is watching him? But no, if they were doing it since last night there are probably multiple people on 'guard duty'.
Kida checks his next message, it's from one of the Yellow Scarves' phones.
'One down'.
…Kida swallows. What? Did that mean… one Dollars member defeated? No, probably not, Kida knows this member, knows that they usually text full of emoticons and fake words. He presses the forward arrow.
This one comes with a picture of a bloodied face but still open and aware eyes.
'Two down'
Another message comes in while Kida stares at his cellphone, another message from a Yellow Scarves cellphone.
'Ten down'.
"Ah, Masaomi." Anri smiled the secret smile that she only really smiled when she'd had a good day. Kida liked that smile. "You're back." She was wearing the skirt from the office (OLs could be so sexy) but had removed her button up shirt and slipped on a cream tee-shirt. Over the skirt and shirt was a pink frilled apron.
"Anri~~~" Sometimes Kida would walk down the hallway to the kitchen normally, most of the time he danced. Ending his dance dramatically he knelt on the floor before the door with one hand pressed to his heart and the other one held out to Anri. "Your sexy body never fails to rejuvenate me after a hard day!"
"Yamamoto~kun~ ♥" A cheerful voice calls out from behind Yamamoto. The door must be back there. Yamamoto's shoulders tighten and his face turns grim. Even without a ring, without a box weapon, without Shigure Kintoki or a gun or any sort of weapon, Yamamoto will fight against Byakuran in anyway possible. If silence is his only means of fighting, then he will keep silent. "I know you're awake Yamamoto~kun~. Look what I brought you!"
A blur of black was tossed into the room, a limp conglomeration of limbs and black cloth hitting the floor hard. Right in front of Yamamoto, right in Yamamoto's line of sight. The rag doll lifted its head to reveal a deathly pale face, slanted eyes hard and cold, and lips pressed in a grimace. Yamamoto's breath caught in his throat.
Hibari.
Hibari's black suit was ripped and torn, blood staining the white shirt underneath black, blue and yellow bruises revealed by ragged tears of cloth. Hibari's spiky black hair was matted down in black sticky looking patches. Blood, obviously. Hibari attempted to stand, and his legs buckled under him, sending him to his knees. Yamamoto winces at the sound of Hibari's knees hitting the floor. Hibari still wears a ring that glows with a faint purple flame, the flame blazes and Hibari's eyes narrow in determination, just before the ring shatters, the shards fall to the floor like so much black dust.
Yamamoto and Hibari meet each other's eyes. Their jaws tighten as one.
Omertà.
So, the refugees clinging to the hope to leave needed a good time, and a good time was always to be had at Jim's.
"How're things going, Bones?" Jim asked, leaning on McCoy's piano. The dark and brooding piano player looked up at Jim Kirk from under heavy brows. "Plenty of business?"
"You know, Jim." Long elegant fingers moved over the piano keys, plunking out a jazzy tune. "I'm a doctor, not a pianist."
Jim laughed, low and husky and done in a manner that made women swoon. Women, and some men as well. Leonard McCoy just kept playing the same old song, ignoring the way Jim's smile did send a thrill up his spine. "Yeah, you were a doctor, but you can't get a license to practice in Casablanca. Politics and all."
"Crooked politics." McCoy grunted indignantly. "One day I'm going to shove a pike up that prefect's ass, and then we'll see about 'red tape'."
Jim laughed and patted McCoy on the shoulder before walking through his little saloon. The bar was hopping, the music was good, and though McCoy complained it was doubtful that even if Pike (for that was the crooked Prefect's name) granted him a license to practice that McCoy would leave the bar to set up shop as a doctor. Being a doctor in Casablanca meant that you were expected to peddle drugs on the side and stitch up bullet wounds and broken heads. McCoy was more of a family physician, and he had a reputation that got him after-hour (and before opening) patients at Jim's.
"Hello, Jim."
Jim turned around, his grin turning into more of a smarmy smirk. "Well speak of the devil, Pike. I was just talking about you to Bones."
Prefect Pike, all dashing and handsome charm and silver-grey hair, took off his cap and tucked it under one arm. "He still complaining about that license?"
"You know Bones." Jim shrugged, and placed a hand on Pike's elbow, leading him to the best seat in the house. Close enough to Bones to hear the music, but also close to the bar. Jim signaled to Scotty to bring a good bottle of whiskey. "He's always complaining about something."
I'd still need to figure out who the HECK would be The Girl though. :| Of all the Gin joints in all the world... I was thinking it should be Uhura with Spock as That Guy.
"Bucking Horse." Cold steel rested against her throat, taking Diana by surprise. It only took Diana a split second to roll out of the way and reach under the pillow for her gun though. Tangled sheets wrapped around her leg, making movement awkward, but Diana still had Hibari within her sights.
Hibari looked unimpressed.
"Kyouya!" Diana tried not to sound surprised or breathless. Suddenly the unmade bed made sense. "When did you get here?"
Hibari folded his arms, but kept his tonfa dangling from his fingers. Diana knew better, she knew her student could move from relaxed to deadly in a matter of seconds. In a matter of microseconds even. Diana had helped train Hibari to relax between moments of deadliness. "I was here this morning."
"This morning?" Diana kept the gun pointed at Hibari, but began to move. She had her whip and boxes on the other side of the bed, she just needed to reach it. It's not like she really would shoot Hibari, not unless Hibari came at her with those tonfa. Even then Diana would probably miss on purpose. Guns were also relatively useless against Hibari, even at close range. "We didn't have anything scheduled did we?"
"I heard you were in trouble." Hibari said evenly.
It's actually surprisingly... texty. I obviously hadn't gotten bored with it before I... got bored and stopped writing.
The minute the woman walked through the door Saeki knew she would be bad for business, bad for his heart, and especially bad for his liver. She was a long cool drink of a woman, the kind of drink you ordered with a wink to the girl beside you. Everything from her precise pointed shoes to the top of her artfully styled brown hair was sex on the beach, screaming orgasm, slow comfortable screw. Saeki could feel himself craving a cold drink already. Especially since Saeki knew that no matter how much like a woman the woman looked, she was 100 percent man.
"Fuji." Saeki rubbed at his temples and motioned for his childhood friend to step into the room.
It's still his territory, and he is still in charge of it, and there were THINGS in his territory that no one was to touch.
They were his.
"Uh… guys. Look." Dino squirmed from where he was tied up with his own whip, the leather cords wrapped tight around his arms and chest. No meddlesome 'family' around to help the Bucking Horse wriggle away. He was going to sit there and watch. "What the heck is this about you two?!"
It had all started a week ago, when the Bucking Horse had made his entrance.
"It's good to see everyone getting along!" Dino had said, leaning casually against the door to Namimori's rooftop like he owned the school. (Which he did not. Hibari did.) Romario stood in the shadows behind Dino, shadowing him like…
Like a shadow.
"And the crisis is averte- WHOA!" Dino ducked and weaved, his whip out and blocking the next strike of Adelheid's fans. "Adelheid, we talk-" Another dodge, a whip flick, the sound of leather meeting metal. "Just because you feel this is-"
Hibari had disliked watching the fight. For one thing, fights on the school roof were reserved for him. For another… he hadn't been sure at the time.
"It's nice to see fiancés getting along so well, isn't it dame Tsuna?" Reborn had said from his position on Yamamoto's shoulder.
OBVIOUSLY written before the latest chapters.
Dino wasn't really sure what he had expected when Reborn, with Tsuna cringing a few steps away, had asked him to teach Hibari sex ed. Dino thought it might be things like 'use a condom' and 'don't get anyone pregnant' and 'these are STD's, Kyoya'. Dino was not expected it to be 'sex ed' in the form of hands on tutorials on kissing and baseball metaphors, with illustrated exploded diagrams being replaced by Hibari's body. Hibari was a fast learner though, and yes he had been a virgin to start off with but now Dino was beginning to feel vastly outclassed. Hibari was sex on wheels and Dino, in the absence of Romario, tended to be a klutz.
"You're going to need a partner for the next lesson." Dino states, rubbing the back of his head.
"Why." Hibari does not ask questions, he makes statements out of question words. Dino rubs the back of his head harder and laughs, nervously, while shooting Romario a glance.
Romario looks dead pan and unhelpful and maybe a little embarrassed.
Dino sighs and meets Hibari's, a little angry, eyes. "It's… not something Romario is comfortable with and I don't want him to be here for it if he's not and I don't want to hurt you." It all comes out in a rush, and Hibari's face darkens before he nods.
"I'll find someone suitable."
You have to admit the idea of Dino giving Hibari sex ed talks is laugh out loud hilarious.
Shouichi's parents secure the writ for Shouichi to enter the college quickly, and Shouichi is not sure he wishes to know what political favors were called in. The dean knows who Shouichi is, but Lal Mirch is a close friend of the queen and well known for keeping state secrets, Shouichi is sure that his secret will be kept safe. Shouichi himself is not sure he can keep his secret contained. Between Spanner and his parents he has built a cover story though. He is 'Shou' from the 'Irie Duchy', his father is 'Lord Sato', who had control of a remote region of the Duchy. No one would question the story, and even if they did they would just assume he was another lord in hiding.
Which, well, he was. He is also required by his mother, father, and no doubt the King as well, to write down the name of each person he meets and his interactions with them. To say the least, Shouichi intends to skive that as much as possible.
Shouichi finds college life to be incredible. He and Spanner have taken an apartment in a housing complex used to handling attendees of the Royal College. The apartment is cramped, Shouichi has to share bathing space with other people, there is a long list of rules to follow and the entire housing complex smells faintly of over-stewed cabbage… but Shouichi has never felt freer in his life. Shouichi spends hours outside of the tiny little apartment just watching the world go by. There is a park, a little pretty place filled with flowers and a small lake, which is halfway between the campus and Shouichi and Spanner's apartment. Shouichi spends his time there when he is not in class, the library, or sleeping.
Shouichi and Spanner have both bought sketch pads and charcoal in order to draw for their engineering classes. Because of the artistic skill needed, both have been forced to study art as well.
Shouichi spends his time in the little park sketching faces or objects or sometimes drawing things from his imagination. His sketchbook is filled with mechanical objects that could never exist, and common objects found in every house hold or in every army. It's a mishmash of ideas.
Shouichi's instructors love him, and for that whole first season Shouichi and Spanner swim through mathematics and engineering classes, only struggling in the rigidity of their art assignments.
"I don't want to draw fruit." Spanner bites down on the apple he was supposed to be drawing. "I'm never going to draw fruit again. Why can't I practice perspective and realism on armor?"
"Because the professor wants you to draw fruit?" Shouichi himself is peeling an orange. The two pieces of fruit were costly; they had better enjoy them if they aren't going to draw them. "I don't know. I don't see the point either."
Surprisingly, both pass the class.
It was kind of sad how almost every Kamen Rider seemed to come with one boy and one girl constantly following them around. Not that Otoya and Aoi followed Falcon, sometimes they were dragged, and sometimes they arrived first. Haruka, Falcon's sister, was generally used as bait for Falcon. Otoya was always offering to be Falcon's support, and Aoi just seemed to end up in bad situations because she was utterly clueless.
Typical.
"Well, I don't want that." Kaito crossed his arms over his chest. Kujo Otoya was bound before them, lying on his side. And by 'them' Kaito meant himself and Kamen Rider J. "It's human." Kaito couldn't cart a human around like Tsukasa did, dragging his little shop from universe to universe. Kaito could barely get himself across the walls that separated universes. "I can't use it."
"Oh, I'll take it then." Kamen Rider J leaned down and picked Otoya up. Otoya looked kind of tiny in J's arms, although his hair was easily twice the size of Kaito's. "I can always find a use for my little brother."
And… that was about when the creepy bad touch feel of J clicked for Kaito.
It was also the moment when ULTRA Falcon broke through the wall, with Decade not far behind.
It would all have been such a simple affair if Isobel did not wish to keep Murtagh away from Kay, and if Murtagh did not manufacture reasons to stop in at Grimglass and speak to him. If Murtagh behaved like any proper duke he would have sent a letter, if he had any propriety at all, he would have sent a letter. The problem of the matter was, Murtagh did not send a letter, and so Julian had told Kay that he had the next morning free, and Kay accepted Felix Harrowgate's offer of dinner.
Since coming to Grimglass Kay had taken to dining with Felix and Mildmay once every other decad, if he had the time. Kay had not planned to start up a romance with Felix Harrowgate. Kay was newly married, and Felix Harrowgate had scars that Kay did not need eyes to see. But talking with Mildmay had once led them all deep into the night had deep into their cups as well. Felix had asked, and Kay had answered.
Nothing had happened that night.
The next time Kay came over though Felix had been… solicitous was not the word, but something of that ilk. Kay had hardly cared for it at the time. He was a man of action, of charging straight into the fray.
Not that he could see the fray anymore.
Still, when Felix had shied too close to the line, and then backed away quickly, Kay had enough. He had not needed to be able to see to grab Felix's shirt front and pull him into a kiss, Kay had not needed eyes to tell that Felix Harrowgate liked it. Kay had proven with Vanessa he could make love blind, but Kay proved with Felix Harrowgate that not everything had been lost with his sight.
It had been casual since then. Kay had told Vanessa, and she had understood. She married him to keep her son and holding safe, and he had been honest with her (not from the first, but eventually) about being violet. Vanessa allowed him his trysts with Felix Harrowgate (which did not happen after every dinner at the Lighthouse) and Kay had professed he would also look the other way should he ever pass someone else smelling strongly of lilacs. Kay doubted he would. A man may have his dalliances, a woman must stay firm. Still, Vanessa was not without her own hobbies, and she was not a sex starved huntress searching for her next young buck. She was content.
Life had been too easy for too long, and something had been bound to happen.
"Kay!" The doors to Felix's bedchambers slammed open with force, and the voice was immediately recognizable as Kay's brother-in-law the Duke of Murtagh. Kay scrambled, first to find a sword that he had not held since his surrender to the Duke of Glimmering, and second to sit up and not disgrace himself by stumbling blindly around the room. Kay did not bother to cover himself, and he strongly doubted Felix did either. "Kay, what are you doing?" He was approaching from the right, fast, clipped boot heels tapping at the varnished wooden floor of Felix's bedroom. Hearing him coming did not prepare Kay any more for Murtagh's strong hand closed around his upper arm.
"Was sleeping in." Kay said, like it should have been obvious. Murtagh responded by jerking him off the bed and storming towards the door, Kay caught and following like a gondola trapped in a current.
"Your grace." Felix's warm, breathless voice, ahead of them, conciliatory. "We meant no offense, the l-"
"Felix." Murtagh's voice was filled with all the raw edges of a man burning his fuse straight up. His hand tightened painfully around Kay's upper arm, and it was a fight not to just peel the Duke's hand right off. Kay was sure he could have done it more than a year ago. Couldn't be that hard now. "I advice you step out of my way."
Felix, wisely, did, a swish and soft step. He must be wearing the sheet. Defending Murtagh's dignity or his own? "Perhaps you would let the Warden of Grimglass put on a pair of pants, at least?"
Murtagh's painful grip tightened, and then released. "Get dressed, Kay. Virtuer Harrowgate-"
"Am not your ward." Kay spoke up, thinking now would be the best time to do so. "Nor your dependant any longer. Vanessa knows what I do. Is not any of your business, Murtagh." Kay had learned to read silences, he knew that Murtagh's ugly frozen stillness was no doubt from extreme distress. Though because of what, Kay could not say. There was also the curdling heat of anger in that silence, anger and stifled words. Murtagh took a deep breath, and Kay wondered what he was breathing in. Neither he nor Felix had opened the windows that night, the nights were getting colder up in Grimglass as Fructidor rolled into Vendémiaire. It made old wounds ache, the sea air and the chill.
"I will wait for you at your home." Ugly, ugly undertones. "Warden Grimglass." Then Murtagh was gone, slamming the 'damn heavy doors' (as Mildmay put it) of Felix's bedroom behind him. The door slamming left a ringing in Kay's ears, and after being tugged along by the Duke, he was not entirely sure of his position in the room. Kay had spent more time exploring between Felix's sheets then exploring the room at large.
The thought now left a sour taste in Kay's mouth.
That reminds me, I should totally see if Corambis is in soft cover now so I can order it and OWN it and thus HAVE it... so I can re-read it and actually finish. XD The hard thing about writing fic for books is that I feel the need to try for the right TONE... and my tone does not match the exquisite tone of the Doctrine of the Labyrinth series.
For a demon, Kirihara was in charge and living large. He got to torture people on both ends of the work spectrum, as well as his coworkers, and the people he met on the street. Kirihara could cause paper jams though the building causing streams of ill thoughts and ill deeds to filter through the company and feed him. His reports always gave the higher up's headaches, and his requests always ended in panic in the underlings. Kirihara rather liked his life on earth, even if his body was a little confining and he missed the freedom of flying through Hell's skies.
And the warmth, Kirihara really missed the warmth.
Kirihara propped his feet up on his desk as the air conditioning kicked on, a wide grin on his face. His office was only semi enclosed, but no one was going to bother him while he was looking so self-satisfied, it was just asking for trouble.
"Excuse me." Some random guy knocked on the side of Kirihara's office and walked in, a bunch of papers held in a manila folder. "I have the reports you asked for."
Kirihara grumbled when he shifted his legs off his desk. Damn, he was just getting ready to relax too. "Give 'em here then." The faceless underling held out the manila folder, and Kirihara took it.
Their fingers didn't even have to brush, Kirihara didn't even need to get close enough to touch, he could feel the angelic presence hanging over this guy's skin. Kirihara did a double take. Blond hair, a surly face, nothing special about him. Guy wore contacts and Kirihara briefly cursed the contacts so that they'd itch and the guy would have to switch to using glasses or be in pain. Nothing angelic, except for the holy aura that was slathered all over the guy's own personal aura.
There was an *angel* moving in on *his* racket.
"Fuji-kun." Emiko slid a serving of wasabi sushi rolls in front of him with a smile. "You haven't eaten yet."
Fuji placed one hand over Emiko's with a smile. "Ah, I should model a heroine after you Emiko-chan, every time I come here you take such good care of me." Emiko blushed and ducked her head, daintily pulling her hand out of Fuji's grip.
"Fuji-kun is such a flirt." Emiko scolded. Her hair fell forward to obscure her face, but then she tipped her head back and looked Fuji in the eyes. Emiko's brown eyes glittered. "You're just trying to steal me away from my husband!"
"Aaaaaaaah, Fujiko." Taka came around the counter to wrap an arm around his wife's waist. "You know no woman can stand up to your charms."
"Except Emiko-chan." Fuji sighed. "She is resistant."
Taka kissed his wife's cheek and walked back to the counter, smiling and waving at more customers. Kawamura Sushi was busy as usual, and Fuji watched a steady stream of regulars and new comers enter, mingle, eat, and leave. The whole time Taka and Emiko served them with smiling faces. Fuji nodded at a few regulars, greeting them as well. The noise level rose and fell, inevitably peaking during a drunken round of songs from a group of heavy handed salaryman. Jin left before that point, heading up to bed. When Taka-san finally helped the last wobbly customer out of the shop and into his cab Emiko began wiping down the counter. It was late, probably later than Fuji should have stayed out, but he wanted to talk to Taka all the same.
"So." Taka clapped his hands and sat down on the stool next to Fuji. "Are you avoiding another deadline, Fujiko?
"Taka-san." Fuji shook his head lightly. "You know that when I avoid deadlines I hide upstairs, so that I can duck out the fire escape if my editor shows up."
"That's true." Taka took a glass of water from Emiko when the woman passed by, and then Emiko turned off the lights in the back room and walked up the stairs. "So, what was so important you had to get me all alone?"
Fuji wondered what it would take for Taka to lose his smile. Taka never had, not in all the years Fuji had known him. Not even when he worried that Emiko would leave him for another man, and after Emiko had accepted his proposal everything had turned out sunny side up. "I saw someone familiar today." Fuji paused, Taka looked expectant, Fuji sighed. "Remember how Jin was complaining earlier about how his new coach was so hard on them all?"
Taka nodded. "Was it someone we know then? The school sent a letter about the new appointment but Emiko misplaced it."
Fuji sighed again. "It's Tezuka."
Taka's eyes widened. "Tezuka? Really? But the last I heard he was playing the professional circuit."
"He retired earlier this year, don't you read Inui's mass e-mails?" Inui who despite his job at an up and coming health-drink company seemed to find the time to compile all the news stories about former opponents or team mates, and then e-mail them out to those who he had contact information for.
Which was everyone, since Inui never lost an e-mail address, and if you stopped using one Inui easily found out the other. He also had an unnerving ability to get through despite the number of times one marked his emails as spam.
"Ah…" Taka rubbed the back of his head. "I always just delete those…"
Yuuta has kids too in that AU but he's... you know, Yuuta. He feels like Fuji undermines his authority as a parent.
It was funny watching the ensign get so upset, though, it was also understandable. Chekov had a bruise blooming over his jaw, and a sprained wrist. He was lucky though, Sulu had a nasty looking gash stretching across his rib cage that was going to take time to heal, and McCoy was not even going to start listing Kirk's injuries. It was probably because Chekov was the least manhandled, he had been waiting at the beam out point, that he had the energy to spare to get so upset.
"Keptin needs collar." Chekov said as one of the nurses wrapped his wrist. The nurse, pretty, blond, with good medical sense, just smiled sweetly at Chekov and let him rant. "Like dog. 'If found, please return to Enterprise'."
It should be noted that for every WIP I posted there's at least 1 more that I didn't... and about 5 different ideas in my head of how this story or that could have gone. And let's not even get started on the random original fic snippets...
