If I blew it up

The Emergence of Bunnimew

2009-07-28T22:38:32Z

So, ladies and gentlemen, whoever is still actually watching this, Kamui and I have opened up our own little etsy shop; a nice shiny spot on the interwebs where we can show off our randomosity in physical form!

It’s magical.

Alright, you caught me. It’s not magical. But it’s pretty cool. And I’ve decided to post updates here when new things are in the works or ready to be listed. That way you can see what’s new without actually having to check out Etsy.

“That’s great, Fuuma, but wtf are you posting this for? Are you just going to talk at us or is there really something new?”

There really is something new. Not only have I shoved another pair of earrings into the ether, but Kamui’s posted her very first print! Eee~

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=28389025

She calls it Gilded Flight and I would post the image here except that it’s bigger than my layout, so you get a link instead.

Thanks for spending the time to read this!~ It is much appreciated.

Feel free to comment if you have suggestions for us. ^_^

Bad Mothers - I swear it's foreshadowing

2008-12-11T06:52:43Z

Title: Bad Mothers – Fetish Factory
Series: X/1999
Characters: Kamui, Fuuma, Kotori, and our beloved Saya
Genre: Shameless Humor
Rating: PG. I think.
Comments/Warnings: This is the piece that started off the Bad Mothers series, and it is horrendously shameless. But that seems to be why Kam loves it, so whatever. Oo... I'm good for it.

Saya had meant to make this quick stop prior to having the children in the car. It couldn’t be helped, though, as she had run out of time and the school would have closed before she’d arrived if she took the time to shop. So instead, she had to rely on their good behavior skills.

“Now listen, I need to pick up a few things here. While I’m gone you’re not to press any buttons, unlock the doors, or open the doors for any reason. I’m leaving the keys here so that the AC will be on, but you’re not to touch them. You cannot open the windows, but you may leave your seats as long as you don’t climb into the front two, understand?”

Fuuma was already examining the front of the store, but turned back just in time to chorus with Kamui and Kotori a mechanical, “We understand.”

Saya was satisfied and closed the car door, motioning for Fuuma to lock all of them the same way she planned to motion for unlocking later. She walked calmly to the door marked with a bright green “Enter” sign and stepped inside. Kamui immediately unbuckled himself and leaned too far forward to get a good look at the place.

“Fee tish factory? Fee tish. Is that how it’s said?”

Fuuma looked up at the giant sign glowing a glaring red, “I think it’s a short e. fe tish. Fetish Factory.”

Kotori was unwilling to unbuckle herself, therefore couldn’t see the sign, “Fettish? Is it one of those annoying words with two t’s?”

“It only has one t,” Kamui told her, looking back at her over his shoulder.

“Fetish,” She said it again. “Sounds like fish. It’s a weird word.”

Kamui turned back to the store, “I wonder what it means.”

Fuuma looked at one of the displays in the window, “We can ask mom later.”

Kotori followed Fuuma’s sight, “I wonder what they sell in there.”

Kamui turned his attention to an advertisement on the front window, “What’s that lady doing to that teddy bear?”

Kotori fought against her seat belt to lean over far enough to see. When the poster came into her sight, she gasped, “Oh my! That poor bear! I hope it can still breathe!”

Fuuma meant to comfort his sister, but his tone came across as trying to make her look stupid, “Kotori, teddy bears don’t breathe.”

Fuuma was hoping for a response but was only given a good, level glare, instead. He cut his losses by smiling sheepishly with the hope that she would forgive him.

“Look! It’s a cat woman mask! Just like in the comic books!” Kamui cried.

Kotori forgot all about Fuuma and scooted forward, “Where?!”

“There! On the right!”

“Oh! It’s so cute!”

Fuuma spotted said mask and blinked, “It’s made of rubber.”

This time Kotori and Kamui both glared at him. A sheepish smile wasn’t quite enough.

He pointed toward the store, “Look! A horse!”

Kotori and Kamui’s attentions flew back to the display.

“Wow!”

“Cool!”

It wasn’t really a horse, it was a horse bridle, but Fuuma was glad it worked, all the same.

“What’s that?” Kamui was pointing toward a small object lying below the bridle.

Kotori was trying to sit up high enough, but she just couldn’t see it. Fuuma could, however, and recognized it. “That’s a whip, Kamui, it’s just coiled up.”

“Oh. And that?”

“Hm?” It was a small, spear-headed metal object with what seemed like a short, thin handle and a jeweled top. “I don’t know. You can ask mom when she gets back.”

As if on cue, Saya came back out of the store and headed toward the car. When she was standing in front of the Driver’s side door with her hand on the lever, she motioned for Fuuma to unlock it. Kamui climbed back into his seat, but didn’t buckle himself in, yet. Saya sat her shopping bag on the seat beside her and turned around to look at the children.

“You guys were okay, right?”

In unison: “Right!”

“Good.” Saya smiled and turned back around, putting on her seatbelt and shifting the car into drive.

Kamui leaned to the side and got a good look at the shopping bag as Kotori turned away to look out the window. He could see a whip similar to the one in the window, a piece of clothing with a silky, flowery pattern on it, a pair of shiny black gloves, and a set of what Kamui assumed to be necklaces.

Kamui waited for all of Saya’s senses to be set on driving before he scooted forward and reached into the bag for two of the necklaces, being extra careful not to let the chains rattle too much. Aunt Saya‘s a good driver, He thought, focused so much on the road like she should be.

Carefully he untangled the necklaces, making as little noise as possible. He picked up the smaller one and wrapped it around his neck, trying to get the fabric through the buckle behind him and having some trouble. Fuuma, amused and curios about what Kamui would do next, brushed the boy’s hair out of the way and buckled the collar securely for him.

Kamui turned and smiled up at his new partner in crime and prepared the second “necklace.” He was extra careful, now, with the chains. He wasn’t sure they could be quiet enough with the car moving like it was. Little hands struggled with getting the stiff material around Fuuma’s neck without sounding like a wind chime. Finally, when it was in place, Kamui found he had no way to do this silently and snapped the “necklace” in place really fast in the hopes that Saya wouldn’t notice. He quickly turned his head around to watch Saya and make sure she didn’t see.

Saya had heard, but she didn’t turn her head the way Kamui was expecting. Instead, she used the rear-view mirror to examine the three in the back and was surprised to find two of them wearing the new collars she had bought for Toru and herself. Kamui was somehow half-way in Fuuma’s lap with an arm on either side of him and his head turned, wearing the pink lace collar with a red jewel and silver studs. Fuuma was sitting patiently with one hand on Kamui’s shoulder and the other in his lap, appropriately (Saya was mildly horrified at the fact that she found the collar even minorly appropriate on her son) wearing the red leather collar with a v-neck line, small silver studs, and short lengths of chain.

The poor woman sighed quietly, allowing Kamui to think she hadn’t seen them, and thought about what Toru was going to do when she came home and her son was in bondage gear. Toru would be furious, even without knowing that Saya had actually stopped in front of the store to buy the items with the kids in the car. Or maybe she would be happy, their sons were taking after them…

Maybe a little too much.

Schneizel/Kanon Ficlet

2008-09-08T08:33:02Z

Title: Too Sweet
Series: Code Geass
Pairing: Schneizel/Kanon
Genre: General
Rating: G
Comments/Warnings: For senket, who likes mental abuse. So this was written with a goal of mental abuse in mind. But... I think I failed. At least a little. So there you have it.

It wasn’t his job, and actually it was probably a little improper for him to do it. But he placed the little cup of tea on a plate and snatched up a scone for another and carried both out on a little tray to present before Prince Schneizel.

It was a silly little thing, to want approval of something so basic. But Kanon supposed, or rather knew, that it was these silly little things that were the makings of all crushes. These silly little things that still made a wife, after twenty years of marriage, smile in the evening. And it was these silly little things that Kanon hoped for, prayed for, would beg for if he thought Prince Schneizel would abide.

He smiled, wanting to be confident but sorely lacking any base for the feeling, and held himself tall as he left the small kitchen. He continued to smile as he traversed the halls and greeted every person on his way. He smiled as he entered what Prince Schneizel had turned into his command center for the day and kept it when he leaned over at the waist to present his snack to the prince.

“Tea, your highness?” Kanon asked, looking every bit like a self-satisfied child eagerly awaiting positive opinions on their latest ridiculous scheme.

And the prince obliged, taking the tea with a smile of his own, though significantly less brilliant, “I would love some.” And he took a sip.

The prince closed his eyes and seemed to all the world as if he were indulging in that one sip, basking in the radiance that was this tea. Even when the cup was tipped back and that one taste was over, he still remained relaxed, eyes closed, as if savoring a lingering kiss. After a short moment that seemed like forever to Kanon, he spoke with his renewed smile, “It’s delicious.”

There was a sparkling twinkle in Kanon’s eyes as he asked, resisting the urge to perk, “Really?” because even if he could resist the perk, he could not resist the urge to hear that compliment again.

He knew instantly that it was a mistake, however, as Prince Schneizel’s smile dulled and the look in his eyes was that of an adult indulging a small child by toying with their newest creation, “No, not really. It was too sweet.”

Trying desperately not to look crushed, Kanon falsely brightened his smile to hide the lack of sparkle and stood up, again, “I’ll remember that for next time, your highness.”

As he turned to take his position next to his prince, Kanon reminded himself that this is no different than normal and it was constructive criticism. Prince Schneizel had tried to spare his feelings.

But that pitying look, the way Prince Schneizel had eyed him like something beneath his level of intelligence, made Kanon wonder if the whole thing hadn’t been a trap from the beginning.

Crack Icons - My First Set

2008-06-23T00:24:53Z

Too many jokes were made about iconing Spinzaku and possible situations in which you would use an icon of Lulu giving money, so... I made them.

Evidently, this icon table looks better if you maximize the window. Which upsets me because I really don't like doing that, but I felt it was the best formatting choice.

35 Code Geass
-3 Orange-kun (But really his chair)
-3 (Peach!)Luluko
-18 Spinzaku
-2 Lelouch
-(3 x 2) SuzaLulu
-3 Suzaku

I only made one spinzaku edit and half-made another (Blitzball and Loaded!Lulu), the rest were made by other people, collected by other people, and posted where I could find them by other people. I don't take credit for that work. I did edit Luluko into Peach, tho.

1	2	3	4	5

6	7	8	9	10

11	12	13	14	15

16	17	18	19	20

21	22	23	24	25

26	27	28	29	30

31	32	33	34	35

If you decide to use any, credit me, please~
None of these were intended as bases, so please don't use them that way.
Don't hotlink~ That would fail.
Please tell me which ones you take so I know what you liked!~ ^_^

It had to be saved forever

2008-06-18T09:41:52Z

So. This is interesting. We ran into another case of "It had to be saved forever."

Only this time the scene's really long~ But Twist says it's epic and Subaru says Lulu being pissy made it really funny and the role players involved literally died laughing enough times that we want to make it available for reading over and over whenever wherever as much as we want (And to share. ^_^)

Notes you might want to keep in mind:
One Suzaku is from Ashford early in the series, and he's dating Lulu.
The other Suzaku is from directly after episode 19, has managed to get himself turned into a vampire, and is... sortofnotreallydatingbutacouplewithandfeedingoffof Lulu.
Rolo... seems to update with the series, I guess.
The Lulu involved is also from directly after episode 19, but has not managed to get himself turned into a vampire.
Subaru is from Tsubasa, but originally X/1999, and is also present. He's a vampire.
This is really just a bunch of role players screwing around with possibly interesting situations. Read it like badly done crack.

Lelouch: Mm... ::reaches behind him for pillows::
Rolo: *rolls his eyes and throws the pillows IN HIS HANDS at Lulu*
Lelouch: Mmph...
Vampire!Suzaku: *Blinks, having totally not expected that from Rolo*
Lelouch: ....are you challenging me to a pillow fight?
Rolo: *blushes* ....Well, I wasn't going to stand there all night holding the pillows!
Rolo: Um, maybe?
Vampire!Suzaku: ..Are you awake enough for a pillow fight?
Lelouch: How cruel. No rest for the weary. But I won't back down from your challenge.
Vampire!Suzaku: Are you sure, Lulu?
Subaru: *problem sol- er, diverted... Subaru heads off to not-be-there when the kids start being cute-children*
Lelouch: ::gets out of Suzaku's lap and nods:: This won't take long.
Suzaku: *perks at the mention of a pillow fight*
Vampire!Suzaku: *Stands from the couch, as well* You want in, Suzaku?
Suzaku: ...*shakes his head* Not a good idea.
Vampire!Suzaku: Oh?
Rolo: *ducks his head* uh oh...
Suzaku: If I swung a pillow at anyone here aside from you... it could be bad. *wilt*
Vampire!Suzaku: ...Bad?
Suzaku: ...I knocked someone out with a pillow once.
Vampire!Suzaku: ...Wow. Really?
Vampire!Suzaku: Did it have bricks in it?
Suzaku: Er... *does not look proud* No... just a regular feather pillow...
Rolo: *points at the other Suzaku* I'm not playing with him.
Suzaku: S-See?
Vampire!Suzaku: ...Hm. ...Then how about we just play on our own?
Suzaku: Well... I guess that would work. *tilts head*
Lelouch: Yes. Play on your own. I don't want any broken bones.
Vampire!Suzaku: *Shrugs* I heal fast.
Suzaku: I doubt I could do much to you. *blink* You have an advantage.
Vampire!Suzaku: (it's wallzaku vs. spinzaku round one *ding!*)
Suzaku: [*DIES*]
Lelouch: ::grabs the pillow he was hit by and bops Rolo on the head with it::
Rolo: *gasps, surprized* Nii-san!
Vampire!Suzaku: *Wanders over to a closet to fetch extra bed pillows and launches one at Suzaku*
Rolo: *picks up a pillow, and tosses it at Lulu, hitting him in the stomach* Take that!
Suzaku: *catches it. shakes it so he can hold it by the loose sheet part, then gives it a good swing at his other*
Vampire!Suzaku: *Ducks, grabs a second pillow, and swings it at Suzaku's side*
Lelouch: Oof! ::dramatically keels over....and uses his position to thwap his pillow against Rolo's side::
Vampire!Suzaku: (We totally just did matrix and melodramatic versions of the same move.)
Rolo: Ack! *doubles over slightly, but snatches another pillow to swat Lulu on the head*
Suzaku: *jumps back. whacks at Suzaku's arm, then goes scrambling away*
Vampire!Suzaku: (Am I the only one highly amused by the fact that Lulu and Rolo are faux injured by pillow thwaps?)
Rolo: [XD]
Rolo: [Nope~ I am too~]
Vampire!Suzaku: *Pulls his arm back, but it gets whacked, harmlessly, anyway. Then grabs a third pillow, stands and kicks another pillow toward his opponent, and advances.*
Rolo: ....*stares at Suzaku* That's not... human.
Rolo: [duh]
Vampire!Suzaku: ...How is it not human?
Suzaku: *leaps over the kicked pillow and swings at his other in the same motion. backs into a random chair, flips over it, and puts more distance between them*
Rolo: How are you doing that all so fast?'
Rolo: 'Cause I know you're not able to stop time.
Lelouch: ::flinches from the contact on his head...and while Rolo's distracated by Suzaku, picks himself up and smacks Rolo across the face with his pillow::
Suzaku: [i'm gonna put the matrix on now. for inspiration.]
Rolo: *pillow thwap brings tears to his eyes* Nii-san! *picks up another, stops time, and hits Lulu as much as he can (not too hard, though) while time is stopped, and then ducks away*
Vampire!Suzaku: Oh. We're just good, Rolo. *Holds up a pillow to block the aerial swing and chases him up onto and over the chair, swinging on the left side as he jumps back down.*
Rolo: [Getting hit in the face hurts! xD]
Vampire!Suzaku: (That deserves a lol, Twist.)
Suzaku: [XD do i get double for the fact that i wasn't kidding?]
Lelouch: [You know Lulu plays dirty xD;]
Vampire!Suzaku: (I already knew you weren't kidding.)
Rolo: [Neither does Rolo~ XD]
Suzaku: *hit, and stumbles a bit. recovers quickly and takes a swing at Suzaku while circling around the chair*
Vampire!Suzaku: *Backs down and at an angle away from the circling Suzaku, holding up both pillows in a wall-o-blockage... Then lowers the pillows so he can see his opponent.* Having fun?
Suzaku: *grins, obviously rather invigorated* You're not as aggressive as I thought you'd be. It's a bit easy~ *leaps over the back of the chair and brings the pillow across with both hands to hit his other upside the head*
Lelouch: ::staggers somewhat from the invisible attack and looks around frantically for his sneaky opponent:: How underhanded, Rolo~
Rolo: *pops up from behind a couch, just so he can see, and tosses another pillow at Lulu* And hitting me in the face while I'm distracted wasn't, dear nii-san?
Lelouch: ::leaps out of the way and judging from the trajectory of the pillow, heads for the couch:: Not my fault you're so easily distracted. ::stands on the cushions and looms threatening over the top as he reaches down to bop Rolo thrice:
Rolo: ACK! Nii-san! *tosses another pillow, and then escaps around the couch*
Vampire!Suzaku: *Drops all the way to the floor, kicking the chair away in the same movement, holding a pillow above his head to block in case he miscalculated, but slides underneath his opponent before he's landed, anyway, and uses his unoccupied hand to bring the second pillow around to thwap Suzaku in the ass when he finally touches down.* Too easy, you say? *Rolls over and back into a standing position*
Suzaku: *yelp. staggers forward a few feet from the impact... and in such a cheap spot! quickly turns on his heels anyway, swinging the pillow in his hands as hard as he can in a wide arc* That's more like it! ...You didn't have to hit me in the butt, though, geez.
Rolo: *rubs his eyes and yawns*
Lelouch: ::gracelessly manages to catch that tossed pillow in his face, preventing him from seeing where Rolo escaped to so he quickly gets down from the couch and uses his pillow as a temporary sheild::
Lelouch: ....::then hears the yawn:: Finished so soon?
Rolo: Getting sleepy~
Lelouch: Ah. Shall we call it a draw for now then?
Rolo: *nods*
Lelouch: Alright. ::walks over and ruffles Rolo's hair:: Time for bed?
Vampire!Suzaku: *Grins, himself, clearly amused by the yelp and in his slightly distracted state is a little slow to see the pillow coming. He moves to dodge but ends up smacked, anyway, an impact he shakes his head to recover from, still smiling.* Sure I did. It's so magnificently perky that it acts like a target. I just couldn't help myself~
Suzaku: [*DIESDIESIDSIESIDSADFFSDKFSDJ *]
Lelouch: ....::eyebrow twitch::
Rolo: ...
Rolo: ...Suzaku-san... you know you're kinda... talking about your own back side, right?
Vampire!Suzaku: I am fully aware of that, Rolo.
Vampire!Suzaku: And Lulu didn't need me to say it out loud to be fully aware, too.
Lelouch: I believe I should be concerned that you're looking at someone else's backside so closely.
Vampire!Suzaku: My own, you mean.
Lelouch: And yet someone else's.
Suzaku: *blushSTARE* ...........That's not something you're supposed to say about yourself....... *turns in circles, looking over his own shoulder to try and glimpse the aforementioned perky butt*
Vampire!Suzaku: ...
Vampire!Suzaku: *Thwaps Suzaku with one of his pillows to... stop him.*
Rolo: ...
Lelouch: ....anyway
Suzaku: *stops. ...clears his throat* .......... I think you win.
Vampire!Suzaku: Do I? *Amused grin* That was too easy.
Suzaku: ....You cheated.
Vampire!Suzaku: I did not.
Rolo: Yes he did... he's a vampire. :|
Vampire!Suzaku: ...*looks over his shoulder at Rolo, unamused.*
Lelouch: ::curls up on the couch::
Rolo: *slides over to Lulu and curls up with him, yawning*
Lelouch: ::drapes arms around Rolo::
Suzaku: That's not... *rubs the spot on his butt where he was hit, grumbling*
Vampire!Suzaku: *Runs past Suzaku, smacking him in the ass with a pillow, again, as he goes by.*
Lelouch: .........
Suzaku: daj;fklsdjklJK;DLSJFLS *throws his pillow at the back of Suzaku's head, as hard as he can*
Vampire!Suzaku: *Is hit, trips, and falls face first to the ground, laughing his ass off too hard to properly catch himself.*
Suzaku: You... IDIOT. *insulted himself, but is too flustered to care*
Vampire!Suzaku: *Still laughing way too hard, rolls over onto his back and just lies there.*
Suzaku: ......*marches over and sits down on Suzaku's stomach* There. Now you're trapped. FOREVER.
Suzaku: [or until he gets hungry.]
Vampire!Suzaku: *Winded by the weight, but still managing to giggle, anyway.* I'm sure. You know, forever's a long time... You'll probably get bored before too long.
Vampire!Suzaku: (And it's not like he could really hold down his vampire self, anyway.)
Suzaku: [well yes. but a boy can dream.]
Vampire!Suzaku: (he's dreaming.)
Suzaku: [.....*gutter* ANYWAY]
Suzaku: Nope. *shoots his other a challenging look* Never. ...And besides, you can't hit me if I'm sitting on you. So it's all good.
Vampire!Suzaku: ...Why can't I?
Suzaku: ...Well, you can't hit me in the BUTT at least. *clearsthroat*
Vampire!Suzaku: ...*Cracks up laughing all over, again*
Suzaku: .......There is absolutely nothing funny about that. *seriousface*
Vampire!Suzaku: *Takes a breath* There is absolutely everything funny about that.
Suzaku: Nu-uh! *grabs one of the nearby pillows and smothers Suzaku with it, though not with an intent to suffocate*
Rolo: *yawns* time for me to go to bed...
Lelouch: Goodnight Rolo~
Vampire!Suzaku: ACK! *Is smothered* MM!MmMPH! MMNNM! *Squirms, tossing his head this way and that in an attempt to get away from the mass of fluffy pillow, tugging at it with both of his hands.*
Rolo: Goodnight, nii-san, and everyone!
Lelouch: Sweet dreams <3
Rolo: <3
Suzaku: *moves the pillow away again after a time. not amused face* Still think it's funny?
Vampire!Suzaku: ...Yes.
Suzaku: .......*frustrated noise. gets up and walks away to go pace back and forth near the overturned chair from earlier*
Vampire!Suzaku: *Sits up and works on breathing normally* Are you really that bothered?
Lelouch: ::throws something at Suzaku:: >(
Suzaku: It's embarrassing. .....And you're making your Lulu mad.
Vampire!Suzaku: Ack! *Lies back down and rolls away to dodge it, then sits back up, again.* What did I do?!
Suzaku: .......He wants you to spank him instead of me. Duh.
Lelouch: ............
Vampire!Suzaku: Oh? Do you, Lulu?
Lelouch: I do not!
Vampire!Suzaku: Hm. Then what is it?
Lelouch: I would prefer you not spank anyone!
Lelouch: I need your attention!
Vampire!Suzaku: my attention?
Vampire!Suzaku: *Times it so that Suzaku's turned away during his pacing and throws a pillow at his ass*
Suzaku: .......................................
Suzaku: *slowly leans down and picks the pillow up. walks calmly over to Suzaku with it... then proceeds to whallop him repeatedly with it, aiming mostly for the chest and stomach, but sometimes the face*
Vampire!Suzaku: Ahhh! *Grabs his last remaining pillow and holds it up to attempt blocking, but overall finds himself pummeled and is way too amused to really care*
Suzaku: *just drops the pillow on Suzaku's face this time, instead of smothering him* What is it with you? =///= Go stand in front of a couple mirrors and hit yourself or something.
Vampire!Suzaku: Ah. *Lifts the pillow off his face* That's too easy and I wouldn't get nearly as flustered as you are.
Suzaku: Well that's-- .......You're really weird.
Lelouch: ::glaring holes into his Suzaku's skull::
Vampire!Suzaku: Hahaha~ I am not. I'm just amused by how embarrassed you are. ...I like tripping people up. Especially Lulu, 'cause he looks so damn cute when he's irritated. I'm sure you know what I mean.
Lelouch: .......
Lelouch: Y'know I WAS going to reward you tonight. I'm going to count this teasing as part of it.
Lelouch: Too bad. I was half pondering those positions you mentioned.
Vampire!Suzaku: And then he's downright sexy when he's mad an-- What, Lulu? *Turns away from the other Suzaku* I... What teasing? You mean.. teasing Suzaku? ...Why does that count as you rewarding me?
Lelouch: You don't have sleep in the bathtub for it. But you don't get any sex either.
Vampire!Suzaku: *Pouts* But why not?
Lelouch: Because you're too busy teasing me and yourself.
Vampire!Suzaku: *More poutage*
Suzaku: Serves you right.
Vampire!Suzaku: *kicks the other Suzaku's legs out from under him* Quiet, you.
Suzaku: *falls right over and hits his face on the floor* Ow! dfljsdafkl;jsd
Vampire!Suzaku: Serves you right. *Sits up and looks over at Lulu, again* So you mean if I left here and hung out with you, I'd have a chance of getting laid, tonight. But by playing around with myself I have lost my right to sex?
Lelouch: You're also teasing ME.
Suzaku: *sits up and holds his nose, glowering over at his other* ......
Vampire!Suzaku: How am I teasing you?!
Lelouch: Hmph
Vampire!Suzaku: ...that is not an answer
Lelouch: ::turns over on the couch and rests::
Vampire!Suzaku: *Looks at Suzaku over his shoulder* Does your Lulu do this to you, too?
Suzaku: *nasally voice,* Not usually. And when he does... *rubs at his nose* ...it doesn't last long.
Vampire!Suzaku: Hm.
Vampire!Suzaku: ...*Offers a Handkerchief* Are you okay?
Suzaku: ......Yeah. *takes the handkerchief and dabs at his slightly bloody nose a bit*
Vampire!Suzaku: You sure?
Subaru: *somewhat reminded of Rolo*
Suzaku: Yeah... *sniffs*
Vampire!Suzaku: K. *Pats Suzaku.* ... *Then turns around quickly, gets to his feet, runs for the couch, and launches himself at Lulu* Death from above!
Lelouch: ujfdhgkjdfhgkjdfSuzaku!
Suzaku: *STARE*
Vampire!Suzaku: Yes? *Cuddles Lulu and rolls them over so he's underneath for the sake of not squishing him*
Lelouch: ::pouts down at Suzaku slightly flushed and muchly ruffled:: ....you...caught me off guard again.
Vampire!Suzaku: I know. *Kisses Lulu's nose.* But you're okay, right?
Lelouch: ....::blinks:: Ah... ::settles on Suzaku's chest::
Vampire!Suzaku: *Wraps his arms securely about Lulu* ...I don't understand how I get so many people mad at me at once.
Suzaku: *huff*
Vampire!Suzaku: What are you huffing for?
Lelouch: You were asking for it with your other.
Suzaku: What he said.
Vampire!Suzaku: ...Maybe a little
Vampire!Suzaku: but it was all in good fun
Suzaku: *raises a threatening finger* You'll get yours, Kururugi. Just you wait.
Vampire!Suzaku: Oooh~ He used my family name.
Suzaku: Yeah! I... ...yeah. That's really weird. Remind me not to do that again.
Vampire!Suzaku: I don't think I'll be able to predict when you're about to do it far enough in advance to remind you not to.
Suzaku: ....Figure of speech?
Lelouch: ...Vampire.
Suzaku: Weird.
Vampire!Suzaku: *sigh*
Subaru: ...

I think I just uncovered a crack gold mine... Lulu + Arthur ficlet

2008-05-28T20:27:40Z

Title: Cat Chat - [insert one of two possible titles here.]
Series: Code Geass
Characters: Lulu, Arthur, and guest appearance by Suzaku.
Genre: Humor
Rating: G
Comments/Warnings: When the second ficlet's done and I've decided which title is going where, I'll edit and... insert one there *points.*

Inspiration came in the middle of a chatroom. Again. This makes me wonder if Code_Gayass needs an official chatroom to play in. Could be fun~

*Swat* You can't look; you're driving! <--You're allowed to ask.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Nya!” went Arthur.

Lelouch, who had been walking into the student council office stopped briefly and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Nya!” went the cat again.

“No,” Lelouch replied, “I’m not going to talk to you.” And then he turned away.

Arthur, the very stubborn cat he was, hopped off the table and trotted around the Britannian, coming up behind his right foot and rubbing his face into the boy’s pant leg, “Nya~”

In response, Lelouch immediately jumped backward and away from the cat, again, “I want nothing to do with you! Go away! Do you have any idea how much trouble you caused me?!”

Arthur very simply blinked, turned around to face him, and spoke again, “Nya.”

“I don’t care if it turned out okay!” Lelouch cried, “The fact of the matter is you had me running all around school and forced me to...” He trailed off suddenly then seemed to realize what he was doing, “No. I’m not going to talk to you.”

If cats could smirk, Arthur would have. “Nya nya~” he said.

“That’s my final—“

Lelouch stopped suddenly when Suzaku’s head poked in through the doorway, expression clearly confused and eyes glazed with worry, “Lelouch... is there a reason you’re meowing?”

The prince deigned not to answer his friend and instead glared, heatedly and while imagining fiery daggers, at the very smug cat.

SuzaLulu Crack Ficlet ~ My response to Turn 8

2008-05-26T03:34:36Z

Title: Not Too Late
Series: Code Geass
Pairing: Suzaku/...Lulu? Lulu/Suzaku? Them.
Genre: Crack~
Rating: PG-13
Comments/Warnings: It's shameless. It lacks any and all forms of shame. Seriously.

This is my response to Turn 8!
Inspired via tangent by hales731's icon:
And the conversation I had with my girlfriend right after watching the episode.

Thereby, this is for both of them. ^_^

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Lelouch?” He asked hesitantly, knowing who it was but nervous enough that he needed confirmation, anyway.

“Suzaku? What brings you to call me?” The voice that answered him seemed honestly surprised, and it was definitely that of Lelouch Lamperouge.

“Ah, Lulu. I’ve had...” The Knight of Seven took a breath, briefly going over the details in his head and wondering not for the first time if they could have done something to make the outcome any better, for him and Japan. “A rough day,” He summarized.

Suzaku could almost hear the chuckle he knew Lelouch was keeping inside, “I saw. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” He answered smoothly, “I just... need to relax.”

Lelouch’s voice suddenly shifted deeper; it was heavy with a different sort of playful than it had been, before, “Oh? What sort of relaxation were you thinking?”

Suzaku easily recognized the tone, “...You sound like you already know.”

“Oh, Suzaku, I haven’t the faintest idea.” Came the prompt reply, feigning innocence just well enough that Suzaku was barely willing to give his friend the benefit of the doubt, “You must tell me...”

The Knight of Seven entertained the idea of proposing incense and yoga for a moment, wondering exactly what Lelouch would say about that. He chose to get right to the point, instead, “Well... I know it’s late, but—“

And then he was cut off by his friend’s much quicker, much sharper words, “No, Suzaku, it’s not too late for phone sex.”

Suzaku paused, stunned momentarily by the sheer bluntness that came through the phone, “...I knew you knew.”

“Shh, Suzaku,” Lelouch’s soft voice urged, “you’ll ruin the mood.”

“Mm.” He hummed in agreement, very much interested in the preservation of said mood and doubly so in immersing himself, “Yes. So...”

“So?...” The Britannian’s tone was full of unveiled expectation.

So Suzaku made him wait a second longer before asking, “...What are you wearing?”

It had to be saved forever.

2008-04-05T08:34:21Z

Lelouch (Kamui): ::Suzaku's begging always had such a wonderful affect on him. It caused his entire body temperature to rise and powerful shivers to shoot down his spine from where such a delicious sound entered into his burning ears. It would have been even better if he didn't have such constricting fabric covering his lower half because now he could feel himself straining against the material. But Lelouch was much more interested in Suzaku's lower half now and getting what little piece of clothing that was in the way of his new goal was more important. Deft fingers slide upwards to start peeling down the hotpants that he was sure were making Suzaku just as uncomfortable as he felt. He didn't bother pulling them all the way off just yet and once he'd exposed all he wanted to see, Lelouch leans back over to trace the path his finger had just taken with his tongue and then some, the slick muscle following over the crease where torso met thigh before he pulled away to ask sadistically:: What do you want now, Suzaku? Tell me exactly. ::as he waited for a response, he took his time to lap at his vampire's inner thighs almost kittenishly, hands gently kneading at Suzaku's hips::
Suzaku (Fuuma): *Just barely manages to resist the urge to reach down and yank the hot pants off, knowing Lulu wanted to delight in removing them, himself. His breath hitches at the feel of Lulu's tongue so close to where he wanted it, and stays held until Lulu so meanly decides to remove it. After a frustrated sigh, he squirms.* God, you are such a sadistic bastard, Lulu. ...*he takes a steadying breath as he thinks.* I want. Your tongue. On my cock. And I want it now. I want licking and sucking and massaging and... *He could feel himself getting a little harder, now that the fabric was gone, with all these ideas and images in his head.* and all the rest of those fun little things you can do. Is that exact enough for you?

And, because it’s fun, I go back to Kamui and say:

Fuuma: You have to tell me if this makes you blush

So she, in that adorable way she does, goes:

kamuichan: Eee~ ::reads::

kamuichan: .....it did

And I reply:

Fuuma: Haha

Fuuma: you deserved that

kamuichan: I know~

And not a moment later, we both get an invite from Subaru to join an AIM chat. So I just have to say:

Fuuma: and Subaru invites us to a chat

kamuichan: I know

kamuichan: Great timing

Fuuma: I just told Lulu to suck me off and BAM! Subaru

To which Kamui laughs muchly. And then this is the chat:

Subaru: ...and good morning to you..?

kamuichan: ...sorry. A bit distracted right now.

Fuuma: ...I'm sorry, I jus--Ditto~~~~

Subaru: O.o

Subaru: okay then

kamuichan: ::coughs::

Fuuma: coughs is a good word.

kamuichan: Gotta make sure the throat is clear.

Fuuma: ...Yes you do.

Subaru: ...

And it’s just too funny, so I go back to Kamui:

Fuuma: That. Right there. Should be saved forever under "most awkward yet hilarious situations ever."

She laughed and agreed, so I asked how to mark LJ posts as pg-13.

Clover is depressing

2007-12-12T00:52:00Z

xKingdomOfHearts: Ooh, I've got a request! :3
WishMasterFuuma: oh?
WishMasterFuuma: *Totally predicting clover*
xKingdomOfHearts: Clover, Gingetsu/Ran, with the prompt 'opera'
xKingdomOfHearts: XDD
xKingdomOfHearts: DUN DUN DUN
WishMasterFuuma: OH! I'm good
WishMasterFuuma: I am so the wishmaster
xKingdomOfHearts: XDD
xKingdomOfHearts: *theme music for you*

My little it, Kazuki, requested possibly the most depressing pairing ever. Because at least we still have some hope that Kamui and Fuuma might live. ...And I think I'm just immune to Subaru's angst by now.

Prompt: Opera
Series: Clover
Pairing: Gingetsu/Ran
Genre: Depressing.
Comments/Warnings: I made myself sad when I wrote this. And I usually call deathfics cute. (This isn't a deathfic.)

Ran brought a tray with tea to the table, then settled himself next to Gingetsu on the couch, “Kazuhiko told me he was going to give you tickets to the opera, tonight.”

He waited for an answer, not really expecting one, and when it became apparent one wasn’t coming he continued.

“He also told me he could tell how much you liked the opera, just from how you talked about it in passing recently.”

The three-leaf clover paused again, sure that he wouldn’t get a reply this time, but still patiently waiting in case hell froze over. A minute later, he asked.

“So why aren’t you there?”

Another silence. Ran would not relent this time, though. Gingetsu was going to have to respond.

And he did, with the slightest turn of his head that let Ran know the man was looking at him, “Kazuhiko gave me two tickets.”

The boy nodded, understanding what wasn’t said. Kazuhiko intended for Ran to go. But Ran couldn’t go.

“You should go, anyway.”

Gingetsu turned his head away, again, and became still as stone.

“Don’t worry,” Ran pushed on, reaching up with a delicate hand to trace over the top of Gingetsu’s visor, then around the side and underneath, “I can watch from here.”

His hand halted to fall and trail down the man’s cheek… before leaving him altogether.

Another Drabble

2007-12-11T07:28:54Z

Finally! Something that isn't the big four!

Prompt: Carpet
Series: Tsubasa Chronicles
Pairing: Kurogane/Fai
Genre: ...Well it was supposed to be funny, but it isn't.
Comments/Warnings: I've not had any good practice with these two. At all. If I messed 'em up, tell me how.

They’d landed in a new world this morning; still hadn’t found a place to stay that night. They were close to getting invited to stay overnight in a shop’s upstairs living quarters, but nothing was finalized yet, so the crew was trying to be on their best behavior so as not to upset their host and get kicked out.

Inevitably, while wandering through the store, something caught the magic user’s eye.

“Kuro-pi!” Fai tugged on Kurogane’s arm toward a display of carpet colors and lifted one for the bigger man to see, “Wouldn’t this look great in our home?”

Kurogane growled and yanked his arm away from the crazy magician, “We don’t have a home!”

“Sure we do, Kuro-wan~” Fai purred, releasing the carpet to re-latch on the arm, “Our home is where our heart is.” He nodded and smiled as if that explained everything.

Kurogane knew there was something wrong with that statement. Something about still not really having a home and the phrase “our heart,” but he couldn’t actually think of what or phrase it coherently. So he looked away from the magician and scoffed, trying to pull his arm away for the second time and continue through the store.

Fai, on his part, just smiled that secret smile of his and followed along like the big kitty he was, pretending that he’d won but knowing in the back of his mind that he hadn’t.

Cramming for Finals

2007-12-11T03:11:12Z

So I ask Jairo if he'd like to request something and he says, "the cast... cramming for big exams of some sort."

How perfect. It's finals week for all~

Prompt: Cramming
Series: X/1999
Characters: Subaru, Sorata, Yuzuriha, Arashi, Kamui, Karen.
Genre: Humor
Comments/Warnings: I don't think there are any. This is, like, my first normal piece Oo... For lokizzo

“Quick!” Yuzuriha cried, jamming her foot into the back of Sorata’s chair and using it to launch herself onto his back where she shoved a notebook in front of the boy, “Tell me if I did this math problem right!”

Sorata, panicked, looked at her notebook, then back at his own, and waved his hands frantically, “I don’t know! I’m on that one, too!”

Arashi calmly leaned over to get a peek at both, then patted Yuzuriha’s shoulder, “You did that fine, Yuzuriha. A text book example of a solved problem.”

To which the girl jumped off of Sorata’s chair and wrapped herself around the other girl, “Thank you so much, Arashi-san!” before darting back into the next room where she had situated herself on the couch for studying.

Subaru, settled at the end of the table where Sorata was panicking, sipped his tea.

The next moment a desperate cry came from the kitchen counter, “I can’t read this paragraph fast enough!” It was Kamui, flipping back and forth from one page to another obviously wishing he could actually scan them that fast and remember it all. “It’s hopeless. I’ll never have this read by tomorrow!”

Sorata had lost control of his pencil, utterly confused by the next math problem and frustrated by how easily Kamui’s talking distracted him, in such a way that it flung itself upwards in an arc over him landing on the carpet five feet behind him. Slamming his head into the table before he got up to fetch it, Sorata whined, “Instead of talking about how you can’t read, read.”

“But it’s so hard,” Kamui whined right back, fully embracing the distraction from last month’s homework.

“What’s all this?” Karen asked, the personification of serenity as she entered the room and made her way toward Subaru’s pot of tea.

“Finals,” The onmyouji responded, without even looking up.

Karen turned away from the counter toward Subaru and blinked, “Oh.”

She looked away from Subaru to Arashi and Sorata, the former using flash cards of foreign words to make sure she had them all memorized, the latter speeding through math problems, often scratching out entire sections of a page and starting over. Her gaze slid to Kamui, who spent 5 seconds on a page before flipping to the next, looking at it longingly, then returning to the first and starting the ritual again. Then through the far doorway to Yuzuriha on the couch, staring at the text book with her brow furrowed as if she was trying to find the meaning of life in its pages.

Reverting her eyes back to Subaru, Karen shrugged, “They’re screwed.”

Tortured!Subaru Omg.

2007-12-10T19:41:28Z

So the idea was to make Subaru say "cool"

Because Beni, who plays Subaru for us, said "it's cool" and that made me imagine Subaru saying "cool"

So when I mentioned writing she was all "About Subaru saying "cool"? Just kidding."

But then I wrote it.

Prompt: "Cool"
Series: X/1999
Characters: Subaru and Hokuto
Genre: DramaDrama~ Dark humor.
Comments/Warnings: We all like it so I guess it must be kinda good. Oo... Kamui-Kami-Sama called it "Different" I have no idea if that's good or not. For kuroimegami (Lj's being screwy, so I can't make it a link.)

“Don’t you think Sei-chan’s sunglasses are cool, Subaru?”

Said green-eyed Sumeragi lifted his head and looked at his sister, “But he hardly ever wears those.”

“Exactly!” She said, “Which makes when he does that much cooler.”

Subaru had pondered it at the time, never quite understanding why she loved those sunglasses so much. Now all he remembered was that she did.

Now she was gone. Seishirou was gone, too; his sunglasses just as lost. Subaru picked a pair off the rack and slipped them on. They didn’t fit right, so he slipped them back off. Trying another pair, he was struck by how close to Seishirou’s they were.

They fit fine, so he looked in the mirror to study himself.

“Cool.”

Prompt: ....Cool
Series: Tsubasa Chronicles
Characters: Fuuma, Kamui, and Subaru
Genre: Humor
Comments/Warnings: So, when Beni was pondering how to do this Subaru Cool thing, she thought of someone trying to teach Subaru slang, then, specifically, Fuuma trying to teach Kamui and Subaru slang. I never got Subaru to say "cool" in this, but I thought it was kinda cute, anyway.

Something you need to know, "Frag" is the F-word of the future in Battle Star Galatica.

Totally too long for a drabble.

For kuroimegami

“So slang is a big thing in this world,” Fuuma explained, “It tells everyone where you’re from. Even a lack of slang is a sort of slang.”

Subaru blinked, “That doesn’t make sense. How can no slang be slang?”

Kamui snorted, “It means you had a proper upbringing and pray for this world, Subaru, that also means only a select few places have that proper upbringing.”

“How sad,” Subaru said, lowly and pitifully.

“Right,” Fuuma agreed, tapping on the tile and wood table they were all sitting at, “And of course the less fortunate are jealous of the fortunate. So you have to decide, do you want to be the object of jealousy, here, or more normal?”

“Normal,” Kamui said quickly, opting automatically for the style that would bring the least attention to them.

Subaru just nodded.

“So do you want to be from the country or the city?” Fuuma asked.

“City,” Kamui chose simply.

“From the north or the south?”

Subaru sighed gently beside Kamui whose eyebrow twitched, irritated, “That makes a difference?”

“Well yeah,” Fuuma shrugged and lifted his hand to start pointing at spots on an imaginary map in the air, “It makes a difference if you’re from New York and Chicago or Miami.”

Subaru folded his arms on the table and rested his forehead on them. Kamui wrapped an arm around his brother and scowled at the hunter, “How many cities are there in each?”

Fuuma blinked, not having expected that question. Which was silly, really, because Fuuma’s next question was going to be, ‘Which city?’

“Well, There’s New York, Chicago, Boston, Vermont… I guess those cities in California would count…”

“That’s the north?”

“Yes.”

“What about the south?”

Fuuma thought, trying to figure out the answer in his head before he said it, “Miami… And I guess Dallas or Houston, but you said not country, already…”

Kamui’s expression was that of pure annoyance, “So there’s only one?”

Fuuma resisted answering, because he knew that made this whole line of questioning obsolete and a waste of time. “…Yes.”

The vampire rolled his eyes and gestured with his free hand, “Then that one, of course.”

“Okay,” Fuuma moved on, pretending to still be cheery about it all, “Well, this city is a mix of everything actually blended, unlike DC where everything exists but doesn’t meld. Heavy Latin American influence so you’re going to need to know a couple Spanish words…”

“What are you going on about, Hunter?” Kamui exclaimed, unhappy about the fact that Fuuma was listing off terms unique to this world without explaining a single one of them. Subaru’s head fell from his arms to thump dully on the table.

“The background of the city you’re going to pretend to be from, of course. You definitely don’t look Latin American so you’ll have to say you’re English and just grew up there around Cubans or something…”

“Cubans? What are Cubans?”

“People from this tiny little island south of Florida. They travel from there in little inflatable boats to populate Miami…”

“Florida?”

“That’s where Miami is.”

“I thought Miami was in the south.”

“It is. Florida’s in the south and Miami’s in Florida so Miami’s in the south. Get it?”

“This is too fragging hard!” Kamui eventually yelled, slamming his fist onto the table.

Fuuma raised an eyebrow, “Frag?” he stopped and thought for just a moment, “Is tha—?”

Kamui cut him off, “Yes.”

There was a long pause where Fuuma didn’t quite know what to say and Kamui wasn’t going to help him.

“So anyway,” Fuuma continued …

Flexing my Muscles

2007-12-10T06:57:25Z

So I wanna get better at writing.
And see if I can even do drabbles.
So I'm taking requests.

I don't think I'm great, but that's kinda the point of working on it.

I'll take requests here, or on Void, or through Gaia, or on AIM, or, even, if you can find me, through neopets.

Whatever you'd like the prompt to be: a word, a sentence, an idea...

I won't write pairings I significantly disagree with. The list starts with Subaru/Kamui. This isn't to say I won't write a Subaru and Kamui centric piece... just not as a happy couple.

To start me off:

Prompt: Chrome
Series: X/1999
Genre: Sad
Comments/Warnings: It was supposed to be Fuuma/Kamui but just didn't happen that way. For dark_gemini99

It wasn’t going to take much to wash the blood away from the chrome bumper. It was still fresh, after all, and fresh blood is easily removed from slick surfaces.

It was going to be slightly harder to remove the same blood from the asphalt, and there was a much larger puddle there.

In the center of it lay a body, seeming too small to have really produced that much; but the months leading up to this had taught everyone not to be surprised at the amount of blood that could be spilled from a single death: it was always too much.

As a matter of fact, the only real unexpected thing here was who lie on the pavement, and where. At the base of Tokyo Tower, on December 31^st, 1999, Shirou Kamui managed to impale himself on a ridiculously large sword upon impact with a car while innocuously crossing the street near midnight.

Prompt: Sandpaper
Series: X/1999
Character: Fuuma
Genre: ...I don't know what.
Comments/Warnings: The first one was sad, but I was trying for happy, so I re-wrote the end and saved both. For dark_gemini99

Fuuma had been sitting on the park bench for a good long while before it started raining. He didn’t move; rain was no threat and the earth’s tears cleansed more than soiled.

A rustling behind the bench alerted him to the presence of a tiny feline without a collar, soaked and shivering. The fur color immediately reminded him of his gemini’s hair, and so he lifted the little thing off the concrete and set it in his lap to get a closer look at the shade. It put up no fight, far too dazed to care, and mewed pathetically into the rain.

The anti-Christ curled his pointer finger and used it to stroke the kitten’s throat, to which the baby animal dipped its head and bit down on the appendage. Fuuma left his finger there because it didn’t really hurt, even after the kitten proceeded to gnaw on it, turning its head this way and that trying to get a better grip, tongue slipping out to taste every other turn. It felt like sandpaper and nails.

His finger had started to bleed, and Fuuma figured he had suffered enough, so he brought his thumb up to turn the kitten’s head suddenly and snap its neck.

His parents had died, his sister had died, he never got a choice, he never had a life: hadn’t he suffered enough?

Fuuma had been sitting on the park bench for a good long while before it started raining. He didn’t move; rain was no threat and the earth’s tears cleansed more than soiled.

His finger had started to bleed, so Fuuma worked it away from the kitten and instead pet its head with his palm.

But the feline disagreed with this choice and made a point of ducking away from the hand and relocating the finger, this time to lavishly lick the blood away.

It felt like sandpaper.

Prompt: Twig
Series: X/1999
Pairing: Seishirou/Subaru
Genre: I guess drama. That's what "serious" is called, right?
Comments/Warnings: I thought it was cute, but upon further examination, it's kinda depressing. For kuroimegami

Subaru often visited the tree in his quest for the Sakurazukamori. The assassin always had to return there, eventually, after all. And this time, rather than having to wait for hours, the man was up in the tree the moment Subaru arrived.

And wouldn’t come down.

There were far too many branches for Subaru to simply throw sharp ofuda, and though his little birds would have been able to navigate, they would have flown so slowly it wasn’t even worth trying. The only way Subaru saw to get at his mortal enemy was to climb up there and slug him.

So the onmyouji grabbed the first branch and pulled himself up, placing his foot into a sturdy hold and bolstering himself higher. He got halfway up the tree before he slipped and slid all the way back down, not without slamming hard into a few solid branches along the way.

When Subaru could tell up from down, again, he shook his head hard and opened his eyes. There was the Sakurazukamori, kneeling before him, smiling like one would at a kitten tangled in yarn.

The object of his hatred and love reached out a hand toward him, and Subaru flinched, before it was pulled away with the tiniest of branches held in its grasp.

“There was a twig caught in your hair, Subaru-kun.”

Then he was gone.

Prompt: Sound
Series: X/1999
Pairing: Not!Kamui/Kotori. Does that count? +Fuuma
Genre: Humor?... Cute. SeriousCute? I need to work on classification.
Comments/Warnings: I like this one best. For dark_gemini99

They were at the reception for Kotori’s wedding, which everyone, when she was younger, had assumed would be to Kamui, but wasn’t. Now that she was older, everyone had realized quickly that Kamui was just too much of a brother to her for anything romantic to work.

She had escaped her new husband for just a moment to sneak another bite of wedding cake from her brother’s plate and check up on her two favorite people. Kamui, just like her, had finished his piece of cake and was nabbing bits off of Fuuma’s, too.

Fuuma pretended not to notice until almost the entire piece was gone, then theatrically looked down and gave himself a perfectly surprised expression, “Hey wait—Where’d my cake go?!”

Kotori immediately started giggling, and Kamui’s smile, because he hadn’t actually found it funny enough to laugh, dissolved into helpless giggles when she didn’t stop. Riding each others’ energy, the giggling escalated to gentle laughter.

To Fuuma, it was a beautiful sound.

So I figure I should write a list of all the series I can write for:
X/1999 (Any characters, no S/K)
Tokyo Babylon (Ditto)
Clover (I'd like to say any, but I bet I'll hit a roadblock somewhere.)
Tsubasa Chronicles (I need practice.)
XXX HoLic (I'm not up-to-date)
Gundam Wing (Try to stay toward the good guys.)
Demon Diary (If anyone requests something for this, I will be surprised.)
Beyblade (I won't write ReixKai)
Digimon (Frontier only)

K+FxK?... Tsubasa one-shot with WoD elements

2007-12-09T07:18:45Z

Halloween Special
Fuuma and... two Kamui?
So it's more than a month late. I blame school.
I don't know what genre this is. Strange is what it is.
It's mostly Tsubasa, but the second Kamui is a Toreador from the World of Darkness, or the vampire section of it. Toreador are artistic vampires with ADD. They much like pretty things.

Toreador!Kamui vs. Tsubasa!Kamui

Over

Tsubasa!Fuuma

Fuuma could tell there was something wrong but he couldn’t quite figure out what as he fell into this Kamui’s eyes. After all, Kamui was pretty but he wasn’t so pretty Fuuma had lost his wits, before. Now the hunter couldn’t help himself as he stepped forward into the alley, guided by glowing amethysts toward a lithe body he so desired to hold. Coming upon the other, though it would have been incredibly foolish had this been a Kamui he was more familiar with, it felt natural to wrap his strong arms around the small waist and lean his head down to press his lips against the impossibly soft ones that belonged to a body he knew but a soul he did not.

His thoughts left him as the gentle sensations took over and he no longer took notice of the happenings around him. The Kamui before him must have bewitched him, somehow, but all the technical mechanisms he could have thought up did not come to mind as he fell into this beautiful creature’s violet eyes…

This Kamui was a Toreador vampire and fancied handsome food such as this youthful man before him. He took great joy in how easily he could trap his prey and even greater joy in how good a kisser he was though half-unaware of his surroundings. But it had taken him almost all night to locate this fine specimen of the human species and so he reluctantly admitted to himself that he must end this quickly. With a disappointed sigh, he left the demanding lips of his meal and extended the fangs he needed for puncturing skin, moving along to the man’s neck.

But just then a voice rang out from the alley’s entrance. “Release him!” it demanded. The Toreador looked up, never having gotten to puncture the skin, and saw himself.

“Who are you?” Kamui the artistic vampire asked, “You look like me.”

But the other Kamui did not say, “I told you to release him. Now.”

The Toreador took a moment to think about the pros and cons of consenting. It would be fascinating to talk to this double of himself, but he needed to feed tonight and it was rare to find such a delicacy as the man before him… He chose to wrap his arms securely about Fuuma’s neck and squeeze gently, “No. I don’t think I want to.”

The Kamui on the sidewalk came forward, footfalls seeming heavy and powerful despite their silence and grace, “It is not up to you.” He gripped Fuuma’s upper arm around the bicep and pulled, yanking him away from this double’s grip and throwing the hunter to the side. With the Toreador completely exposed, Kamui threw his arm forward and wrapped his hand around the other’s neck, then squeezed.

The Toreador was not unused to fighting. He had to deal with werewolves, after all, and so knew exactly how to break this grip. He brought a hand up and placed it over the second Kamui’s hand, working his fingers around the smallest finger, and then pulled backwards and upwards, peeling it off his own neck. Once the hand was free, this Kamui turned it over and, with both hands securely wrapped around it, pressed the palm into his wrist, forcing the other to bend over in a painful wrist joint lock.

But the new coming Kamui was not to be undone by his own wrist. The nails of his free hand grew long, dark and sharp like claws, and he swung that hand around to scratch at the other’s face. If not for their impressive length, they might not have reached, but they were just long enough and so the nails dug deep into the flesh at the side of the first Kamui’s face.

And the Toreador let go in shock.

His hand coming up to cover the deep gashes, the artist by rebirth cried, “You ruined my face! How could you?!”

The second Kamui, standing up straight after the painful position the lock had set him in, replied simply, “Easily.”

The Toreador could not believe it, “But I look like you. It’s ruining your own face!”

To this the other stood silent a long time, his own way of showing disbelief. In the end he said, “You look nothing like me.”

So the Toreador, insulted beyond belief, lunged at him.

Kamui, prepared, spun to the side and threw out his arms in a soft block at the same time, connecting his hands with the other’s arm and sliding them quickly to the wrist to get a good grip. Letting go with the near arm as the other’s momentum dies, Kamui wrapped it securely around the trapped limb and grabbed his own collar, creating a shelf for the trapped arm and a fulcrum for the joint lock he was now in. But this Kamui took no mercy in his hold, using it not for the intention of halting, but rather of disabling, and so he pulled downward quickly on the wrist and broke the elbow in the lock.

Completely defeated, the first Kamui slid his arm out of the hold and cradled it to his chest, whining pitifully, “What have you done? My arm! This will take hours to heal!”

The second Kamui stared coldly at the first, the perfect image of uncaring. “You are a weak excuse of a vampire,” He said, “Leave.”

Doing as he was told, glaring the whole way, the Toreador left.

And Fuuma, back to his senses, stepped back onto the stage and, smiling, approached Kamui, “You saved me.”

Smiling, of course, because this was the Kamui whose soul he did know: intimately, if not lovingly.

But Kamui responded in a tone equally cold to the one he used with the other of his self, “Not for you.”

“Then for who?” Fuuma asked, amused by the game such a vague answer began, “Who cares about my well being except myself and possibly my brother?”

“Yuuko.”

“You would do no favors for that witch.” No offense to Yuuko, of course.

Kamui gave Fuuma a look, “Who says it wasn’t payment for something?” he asked.

“Was it?” Fuuma inquired simply.

“Maybe.”

“For what?” He then asked, pushing forward simply for the joy of irritating the vampire, “What am I worth?”

“That’s none of your business,” Kamui replies, pushing past Fuuma who is obviously fine, now, and making his way out of the alley. “How did you get caught up in this, anyway?”

Fuuma followed, of course, but he also gave serious thought and an honest answer to Kamui’s question, “I don’t know. One moment I was tracking an item, the next I was kissing you.”

Kamui paused. He didn’t want to admit it, in his head or out loud, but pretending never made anything go away. He was blushing. “You’re an idiot.” And he kept walking.

Fuuma trailed, a slight bounce to his step, never failing to notice when color tinged those cheeks, “And you saved me.”

“Forget it,” Kamui said over his shoulder, preferring not to turn his head should he reveal the color before it drained away.

“No,” Fuuma declared, without any command in his voice but still oh, so final; and he took Kamui’s hand, pulling on it and forcing the vampire to turn around and face him.

Kamui tore it away.

“Thank you,” was all Fuuma said.

“Don’t mention it.”

“I’m mentioning it.”

“Well stop it.”

Fuuma grinned, “This is me, mentioning that you saved me.”

Kamui glared, teeth barred, “Shut up, Fuuma!”

The grin spread, “Make me. Just try it.”

With that, Kamui glued his fingers together on one hand and used it like a spear with five knives on the end, aiming for Fuuma’s mouth.

Unfortunately for the vampire, the hunter had been expecting this and swayed to the side, taking hold of Kamui’s wrist, but neglecting to move back with the vampire’s momentum as he came forward.

They collided.

Falling quickly and backwards into the wall of the building behind them, Fuuma wrapped his free arm securely around Kamui’s waist as if to steady him, and the vampire braced his free arm against the wall on the other side of Fuuma. The joined hand and spear slid upwards against the wall, but remained together above them.

There was a long pause.

A long, very awkward pause.

Fuuma spoke first.

“Well.”

But Kamui cut him off quickly, “Will you shut up, now?”

And it only made Fuuma grin, again, “Not a chance,” He replied, “It’ll take more than a near-miss of my mouth to make it stop moving.”

So Kamui leaned up in the next moment and viciously bit Fuuma’s bottom lip.

There was another pause; this one less awkward, filled mostly by Fuuma’s blinking. Several times. Kamui, appropriately, looked off to the side, the only place in his line of vision Fuuma wasn’t. Then let go.

Still refusing to look at the hunter, he spoke, “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Without missing a beat, Fuuma replied, “It was a great idea. But for the wrong reason.”

Confused, the vampire returned his gaze to the hunter and lifted an eyebrow, “Wha—?” just in time to be cut off.

By Fuuma’s lips as the hunter swooped down and kissed him.

This wasn’t a pause. This was a moment. A long moment, filled with oppressed passions and urgent lips, pressed together insistently in a way that implied by itself that if they were anywhere else, their mouths would be open.

And then they broke.

Time passed as they caught their breaths, each reluctant to end the silence that wasn’t awkward and wondering, really, what there was left to say.

Kamui took the cue.

“I see your point.”

Tsubasa!FxK drabble I finally wrote this damn thing!

2007-10-02T17:40:22Z

I don't really have a title. But I titled it "He was getting old.doc" so...

He was getting old. Kamui wondered why he hadn’t realized, before. Maybe he’d been living timelessly for so long he forgot without forgetting that time moves on for humans. It was really just a glint in his eyes. A sign of extra maturity that came with the understanding that the body’s systems were slowing down if imperceptibly slow. He could feel it, Kamui knew, because the vampire kept him on the edge. And while Kamui had assumed he just hadn’t been feeling as well when he moved a little slower, he now realized, Fuuma couldn’t move as fast, anymore.

And that scared him.

So the next night they shared, as Fuuma dozed above Kamui, keeping the vampire both warm and safe after a long evening of activity and love, the vampire bared his fangs and prepared himself to turn the too-tired man who so generously offered his neck whenever the whim arose in him. It might be a gift, it might be a curse, but regardless of Fuuma’s wishes, Kamui recognized the fear in his heart and he would make sure he never felt it again.

For eternity.

It just occurred to me, Nokoru did. Damn.

Boys and Bunny Ears

2007-08-27T02:09:10Z

Bad Mothers Series - Stage Performance
X/1999
They were destined for destruction. From birth.

Fuuma, Kamui, and Kotori were all lined up to get on stage for a school play. Toru had informed Kamui that she wouldn’t be able to make it, and that had depressed him for a little while. But Fuuma and Kotori assured him that Saya would make sure to tell her all about it, later, and she wouldn’t miss a thing.

“Fuuma!” Kamui grabbed his friend’s wrist and pulled him away from the line behind a curtain, “Look what I found!”

It was a box of crafts. From the looks of it, most were scraps or messed up props. Kamui kneeled down next to it and began digging. He soon pulled out the first item, “Fuuma, it’s kitty ears!” He slid the headband on and looked up at Fuuma, who decided the combination was too cute to live. “And there’s bunny ears, too.” He reached back in and slid the next set out, slipping them onto Fuuma before the boy could say otherwise.

Immediately Fuuma reached up to adjust the ears to the positions he preferred, one ear straight up the second flopped down.

Kamui returned to the box and this time Fuuma joined him. The older of the two found his first item of interest and examined the vial closely, “Kamui, look what I found.”

The smaller boy looked up excitedly, then frowned, “Fuuma, you know I hate glitter.”

“I know.”

“Then why’d you show me?” Kamui went back to the box, ignoring his friend.

Fuuma smiled evilly and pulled the top off the tube, pouring some glitter into his hand and sprinkling it over Kamui’s head. The other didn’t notice at all.

“Fuuma, look colore—Hey!” Kamui looked up at Fuuma’s hand, then dropped the bag of colored glue sticks to the floor and reached up to ruffle his hair in a vain attempt to rid it of the foul powder. Instead, the glitter simply fell further in and settled itself. “Fuuma, I can’t believe you did that!”

The image Fuuma was presented with was incredibly cute. So cute, in fact, that the urge to squeal almost, almost, overcame Fuuma. “But I like glitter,” He smiled less evilly, now.

“I know you like glitter,” Kamui nearly shouted, “but I hate glitter!”

“But glitter’s so pretty!”

“I don’t wanna look pretty!”

Fuuma paused. He thought. He replied, “Kamui, you are pretty.”

Kamui’s cheeks turned red, half from blushing and half from anger, “I am not!”

“Yes, you are! You totally are!”

“No I’m not!” Kamui, suddenly felt an urge to take revenge. He snatched the vial from Fuuma and dumped the rest of the glitter over the boy’s head, coating his hair. “HA! Now you’re pretty, too!”

Fuuma, seeing the glitter coming, quickly closed his eyes and ducked his head slightly. When Kamui was done, he reached up and ruffled his hair. Unlike Kamui, there was enough glitter that not only did much of it settle in Fuuma’s hair, but the rest fell and clung to his clothing where it became stuck. Fuuma didn’t mind glitter; he just prayed that Saya liked it on the rest of the laundry as much as he did.

Kamui stopped and stared up at Fuuma. He found himself a little upset that the glitter didn’t make Fuuma pretty as it had himself, instead it made Fuuma handsome. And there was a big difference between pretty and handsome.

“Class D-6,” A voice called, “You’re turn on stage!”

Fuuma looked down at Kamui, but Kamui was already up and grabbing for Fuuma’s hand, “That’s us! Hurry!”

The two ran toward the stage and arrived just in time to see the last of their class walk on. It occurred to Fuuma that they could have just joined the end of the line and pretended it was on purpose, but Kamui obviously wasn’t thinking this way as he dragged Fuuma across the stage in a futile attempt to get back into their rightful place in the line quickly. On their way they bumped into many students and knocked over two stage props. One was just the cut-out of a fairy, but the other was a castle tower that fell and harmlessly bopped two girls on the head. The girls, furious, turned around and threw the castle back the other way where it fell and just barely missed the Mitako twins.

The twins were known for their violent behavior and so it was not unexpected when they stalked across the stage toward the girls and were stopped just in time by two teachers. The girls, feeling safe, taunted the boys and stuck out their tongues which only made the twins fight against the teachers more ferociously. One of the boys fell over, taking the teacher with, and together they fell into a line of students. By now the students were panicking, trying to get out of the way, many just crowded at the front of the stage but some ran off and a select few even managed their way all the way out into the crowd by their parents.

Fuuma, giving in to another very evil urge, simply reached out and tugged the main prop down. The main prop being the giant card board castle the students had spent a whole week painting. The castle fell toward the students at the front of the stage and almost the entire line ducked or jumped off the stage, except a single student who only bowed and shielded his head. When the castle landed on him it bent and a nice fine crease was created in the board. He was able to crawl out from under it, after, and ran far out into the crowd.

Kamui decided chaos was a good place to be chaotic and pounced Fuuma. The two fell over and began play fighting on the stage. It was hardly noticed as they weren’t demanding as much attention as the crying, panicked children. They soon rolled off the stage behind the curtain and bumped the table that held all the lighting and sound equipment. The boys didn’t seem to care but the teachers did and three of them stalked across the stage, poking several holes in the card board castle with their stiletto heels in the process, and were able to watch as a keyboard and light fixture slid off the side of the table and crashed to the ground. Kamui and Fuuma rolled across the curtained “hall” and continued their roughhousing. Two of the teachers present attended to the broken keyboard and light as the third moved to break apart the boys just as they rolled into the back drop curtain and pulled dangerously on the beam above.

The teachers looked up in unison and were only thankful that the beam itself hadn’t fallen as the curtain’s fabric was ripped away from the clips holding it up along the entire stage revealing the backstage, which was really just a storage room with lined up students waiting to be let on. It was a little chaotic, there, too, but was nothing compared to the pandemonium in the audience. The teachers left the boys to calm the parents and escort students to where they belonged.

It was much later when everyone was gone except a troop of teachers, Saya, Kyougo, and Kotori that they returned to the boys behind the stage. They were now nicely and neatly wrapped in what remained of the back drop curtain and it took a team of five teachers to unravel them. When they could finally see the boys, again, they found Kamui straddling Fuuma with his hands on either shoulder and Fuuma’s arms were securely around Kamui’s waist. Their home room teacher asked them that classic question.

“Do you boys have anything to say for yourselves?!”

Neither boy said anything to the teachers, but Kamui, at least, said something.

“Ha! Pinned you! I win!”

Later, Kamui realized after the long talks, detention assignments, and stern looks all around, he was glad Toru hadn’t been there to see it.

God forbid you typo in Japanese

2007-08-23T05:54:24Z

Teh Wish Master has arrived.

Because I know you all wanted me to.

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