I learned a new word today: defloration. My original thought when I saw this: ah, must be a thing about florists?. Close, but no dice. And I thought I've seen them all. :P Who wouldn't think it was about florists? The line was : The defloration had gone well. (From a YGO fanfic that will remain nameless)

( [St Seiya] Routine and Begging for Rain )

Mood satisfied Music something from FF8, I think. The Galbadia Theme? Tags: fanfic, hng, saint seiya

Done in by a whole planet falling down on her. >____<

( cut because -  )

Bandaid (49 words)

It was Kaidoh who cleaned the wound and applied antiseptic, and it was also Kaidoh who applied all of the bandaids in the kit to his hand. Inui was about to say it was enough when Kaidoh placed the third bandaid, but something about Kaidoh's mood kept him silent.

Deathgames chapter 3 (81 words)

Already the black butterflies have become a common sight. 'It takes time,' Ukitake had said, 'You'll get used to it. After a while you'll start seeing ghosts, then hearing them. Maybe help one or two transition to Soul Society.'

Shindou didn't bother to say he'd been there, done that.

Every jigokuchou sighting made him restless. Once he'd followed one on the way from the Go Association, but he couldn't really chase after them when they head to the sky, could he?

Holmes (I forgot the description!) (122 words)

"Ingenious, he had recently returned from a trip in South America, and possessing the bad habit of collecting things in his pocket, a habit that renders his card rather the worse for wear. And he rolls his own cigarettes as well. The print on the rightmost corner was made with a stamp and India ink, notably that of well-kept house of limited means. Said stamp was made by a skilled craftsman, possibly a whaler on a piece of ivory. It's likely to be a gift from an acquaintance met during his extensive travels, one who developed a close tie with his family."

"And why do you say that?"

"It is a sprig of St. John's Wort, a design chosen for sentimental reasons."

Hyotei V-day rabu (132 words)

"They don't suit you - you're so uncool with them." Gakuto thought Yuushi looked cool whatever he wore - or did not wear - but he was feeling very contradictory today. Antsy, Shisido would say, but that's not Gakuto-ish. It must've been all the girls around him even before they got into the campus. Just because it was Valentine's they thought they could hang around the Kansai boy so Yuushi can call them by their names and flirt tenderly. He had to go ahead to practice with Ohtori and Shishido and watching them so sweet on each other just made him feel gross. "Were they presents?"

"Jealous, Gaku-chan?" Yuushi teased, sliding long fingers into Gakuto's red hair, trailing them down to massage Gakuto's skin just under the collar. Gakuto shook his head.

osmalic's LE challenge (140 words)

The signal was a finger to his lips, as he mock-contemplated the complexity of their latest Transfiguration assignment. Lily's reply, sent above the bread and cheeseboard during luncheon, was a mere toss of the head to her right, a glance to the House Slytherin. They managed to walk out of the Great Hall together, and somehow it was passed before James pulled Remus away for a new bit of mischief.

An unsealed scrap of parchment, folded twice and tied with a ragged piece of twine tying his last package from home. She fingered it gently, before heading to her next class.

She nudged books off Severus' table, and he bent to gather them with a muttered curse. She sweetly apologized as she slipped the note in his sleeve, and his stuttered thanks brought a smile at the foibles of lovestruck boys.

Moon (13 squared)

"Maybe she shouldn't have," Lupin conceded, tracing the contours of the goblet with one slim finger. "It must've been the only way she could have him for herself alone, and she did it. But then when you're in love you don't really know what you're doing, isn't that so, Severus?"

That was something that he had understood - achingly so, during his student years in Hogwarts. Always, he sought out a certain figure among Gryffindor's ranks, and always, he'd turn away before their eyes would chance to meet. Hating that weakness, and yet unable to fight it, such a desire had caused the goddess of the myth to imprison her beloved in slumber. It had not made sense, but she'd wanted to grasp at any chance to be by his chance. A hollow remnant of a similar desire had echoed deep in Snape at the start of this year's term, when he'd first gazed at Lupin again. He'd chosen to ignore it then. His old excuses rang true still.

Gyorho (Someone help me come up with a title!) (235 words)

"Shindou knows what it is like to lose something important," he added, writing down kanji spelling the name 'Sai' in the space below the grid. "There was someone by the name of Sai, whose ghost seemed to hover above Shindou. Sai also played go, and he was stronger than anyone I have ever known, but somehow, when all the clues came together all I can think was, 'Sai was inside Shindou.' I knew it, and I told him, on the first game we ever had since he became a professional, but he said that maybe in the future he can tell me what Sai was for him."

"What does it mean for me?"

"When I think about that, I think of how it is for you," Akira continued. "You've lost something very important, and I think you want to find it, but if you do you might go about it the wrong way, and so you're afraid. Shindou almost quit go a year ago, and no one knows why up to now. Maybe no one will find out, maybe it had everything or nothing to do with Sai, but I don't want to betray his trust by asking about it, to him or to the people around him. For me, it is only Shindou who matters, not Sai. Sai is only important because he was the one who showed me what Shindou has become now."

Mood ditzy Tags: bleach, crossover, hng, hp, scenes, snupin, tenipuri

These are specific to Ariri-nee: V.Important and needed for the story!
- Where the heck is Takeda Shigen again after all this? He was with Kousaka the man with the dreadful fashion sense then, apparently, but did he possess a body after?
- Who is Yuzuru's incarnation? Was it Buddha? O_o OMFG, a passing St Seiya ref! XD
- in the OAV, Haruie's beloved was not really part of the Mekai Uesugi army, and can be ignored, yes?
- Hatayama is Mori Ranmaru, Oda Nobunaga's general, nee, nee?
Random comment: Yup, Oda Nobunaga is yet again the Evil Bad Guy (and yes, the term is redundant).

Please reply while the episodes are still fresh on my mind. Or better yet, can you tell me where I can find all of this info? By the way, there's a silly way to get Ayatsuri Sakon in the story as well, if I'm mad enough to work it out. ^_^;

I listened to the English sub for episode 7, and it made me giggle. Hearing Naoe say, "You're the one that ruins me" was just priceless. And then "Do you have any idea what I desire?" *laughs helplessly at the image of American seiyuu wondering what the heck they got themselves into* Just a random genki happy moment before I get down to the business of trying to regain my sanity.

Death games, a little note: I could have found Akira's shikai release word - Choubuku (Exorcise). XD The heck is it? At the rate it's going, it's going to be a BxHnGxHnM fic :P Noo~ It doesn't help that right now Saiki-san is looking a bit too much like a certain Virgo Gold Saint as I draw him.

It turns out that Akira's 'thing' can be regarded as an unreleased zanpakuto instead of constantly being in shikai - given that Yama-jii and Uruhara have canes to serve as their unreleased zanpakuto. ^^; Just a thought. No, I'm just looking for a way to not think about him attaining bankai, but having him use the chains.

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Time to read Book 6 again,just so I can figure out what I'm supposed to do.

For people who've read HP 5: Remus hasn't been cured of his werewolfishness, right? (Werewolfishness - what a word.) I've read book 6, and though he was mentioned in passing *cries* I didn't really know much about what happened to him since.

Mood amused Music Saint Seiya Hades Opening Theme - Chikyuji Tags: bleach, crossover, hng, references

//now

He doesn't see you, but at the same time you can't really see him, because all you can see is what he was, and not what he is, now.

He sees you, and he smiles and nods, but he doesn't look up with the open gaze you hope to see, on a face hauntingly familiar yet unfamiliar, reflecting who he had been then, now.

You know what you feel for him, and he doesn't know it. You know what he feels for you now, and it isn't what you wanted.

You never thought love was meant to be this way.

//phone call

He brushed away the black butterfly that alighted on his kifu notebook, but it hovered, and rested once again at the edge of the paper.

He was alone in his room, but he felt uncomfortable - like a gaze was directed at the back of his head, unrelenting, and he lifted the phone to call.

"Hello?"

"Shindou, I - "

"Is the game bothering you again? Because I tell you, the two-jump was really a horrible reply."

"Nah, I was just - " Happy to hear your voice. And he couldn't continue, because it was too early to say that.

//firefly

"Yes, let's meet uup tomorrow at your father's salon, all right?"

"Okay." Uncertainty - as if you'd wanted to continue the conversation, but couldn't.

"Good night, Touya."

"Good night, Shindou. I'll be waiting there at three."

He put the phone down, and sighed. It was late, he'd better go to sleep.

Summer was coming to an end, and the bright dot that was the last of the fireflies was leaving their garden. He puzzled over the phone call he just got, but more importantly, he wondered why the firefly remined him so much of the light reflected in someone's eyes.

Mood aggravated Tags: fanfic, hng

Don't you get that itchy, annoying feeling sometimes that things aren't going well with your story, and you really, really need to look it over and wring it and put it in the washing machine to start pretty much over? O_o I got that feeling with this. Probably my only contribution to the story of Kazuo Ito, who died too soon.

( [Hikaru no go] 180 stones )

Mood aggravated Music Kat-Tun - Aki Tags: fanfic, hng

Because all of them are drafts, I didn't mark each of them anymore.

The Bleach one is the only het one of the bunch. Though tell me, except for 'key', does everything else feel very slashy at all?

( [Hikaru no Go] Key )

Mood amused Music Kiuchi Hidenobu - Mebachiko (yeah!) Tags: bleach, fanfic, hng, inukai, others, tenipuri, tennis vs. zk 40-love

All over coffee. Disjoint sets

During one of their rare talks over coffee, Shirakawa told Ogata about his experiences with go as a child. How he used to play in different go salons, how he joined his school's go club, how he'd lost chances to date because he forgot the time while playing and the girls wouldn't speak to him again. How the children and the old men would smile at him when he played, saying he showed great promise for a little child with big glasses. The fun times as an insei, the friendly rivalries that turn serious when the pro exams approached. And as he said it, Ogata would wear a half-smile, faintly mocking, as if those things were trivial, inconsequential to how he had developed as a go pro.

And what did you do, before you became pro? he'd asked, irritated at Ogata's claim of superiority. Didn't you play at salons, or have fun in your go club? What made you into a go pro?

And Ogata told him, tonelessly, of soba noodles left cold as he replayed game after game of the best players of that time, of staring at a goban for so long that the shape and pattern of the stones burned behind his closed eyelids when he shut them, of his grandfather's distaste when he finally won his first game with no handicap.

That is what made me a pro, Ogata finished, picking up his coffeecup. More coffee? he asked.

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(for osmalic)

"I owe you," A said, as they left the cafe. And he said it carelessly, meaning the cups he'd drank while Grantaire was reading papers, not noticing the thoughtful look that crossed Grantaire's face when he'd said it.

And then Grantaire said, looking off the distance, "Yes, you owe me." And the way he said it told nothing of his thoughts, except A looked at him, sharply, and flushed.

Note: I really should be writing ficathon. XD

( random Hikaru no Go ficlet )

SlamDunk Micchan has a scar on his chin - was that from the fight with Miyagi? Though I wouldn't mind going through the scanlations of the Slam Dunk volumes we have, wading through the 20 volumes after vol7 (when Miichan appeared) will be HELL.

Leviathan
A memory. Kouhei smelling not of the empty scent, but of paraffin. In the way that a line connected two points she connected the paraffin with bulletholes and dead bodies, and for one horrible moment what was standing before her was not her lover, but a corpse with hollowed eyesockets. Her stomach churned, she wanted to vomit, cleanse her mouth and her nose from the stench of death that rose so sharply from the man, and forget how close the death was to him. The urge to scream died at her lips when he smiled.
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Hikaru no Go
Shindou glanced up, and surprised green eyes met determined brown. There was something in that glance that made him breathless. He was out of balance, falling with vertigo. This conversation was dangerous to his sanity, to the face he presented to the world. How could he keep everything normal, and not risk overstepping what they still can't say?
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Hikaru no Go
The game played on, and Michio became aware of every nuance of Ogata's play, resonating, touching him, sensing the energies behind every stone's fall on the board the same way he remembered the hard planes of the other man's body. His breath hitched, aware. The stones were not hard, but yielding, warm, the go ke was a marvel of curves and shadow. The next stone would fall at 13-5. Ogata would think it was a threat, but he could capture it later, he knew it. How did he know? He had no idea, but the pattern of their game unfolded itself easily in his mind, as naturally as the unfurling of tightly nipped buds to full bloom, as of birds taking flight.
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L5r: Ryuumi
Migetsu closed his eyes. The slow, measured steps could belong to an artisan trained in theater, but he could tell by this time who it was. Deliberately, he'd come here earlier than his sensei, just to hear him arrive, and to smell the light musk of his scent when he passed by to take his seat.
"Have you been waiting long? Forgive me."
"No, I've only been here for a short time, Ryuudo."
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L5r: The Lady of the Blue Pavilion
What he remembered the most were her hands. Long pale hands with tapering fingertips, the skin nearly translucent, and long nails painted in crimson. They were fingertips dipped in blood. Those nails cut through the skin when she touched him, and though the skin looked soft they were calloused. From those hands fine filaments of color were transformed to silk of brilliant hues made to garb their princess.
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Original: Whitewash
"I lived in constant, oppressive dread - the dread of knowing nameless someones, flickering shadows at the back of my mind, these someones were at the same moment that I was writing, they were making better lines, writing characterization that makes people think, turned phrases with deft touches to make them new again. I lived with this paralyzing fear everyday, and instead of writing I stared at the white screen, seeing those magical words being written, pixel by pixel, appearing like an afterimage burning in my eyes from the screen. Urging me to type them down, but I knew better. I knew I can never put their essence down."