Flash Fiction (Take Nine - Final Part)
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dracoqueen22a/n: Good afternoon! As no one else has voted and no new prompts have been given, all I have left to offer is these last three pieces of flash fiction. I'll announce the fic winner on Saturday since the poll doesn't close until Friday at midnight EST.
Overall warning of unbeta'ed-ness. Please enjoy!
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mistress_pirate
Prompt: Yuuko and Rangiku, up to no good
Yuuko is from the anime/manga xxx-Holic and Rangiku from the anime/manga Bleach. Warnings here for two conniving women, alcohol consumption and the intent to matchmake. *grins* This can also be considered a sequel to the previous crossover starring these two.
For Samantha
Prompt: Gojyo and Sanzo, Punishment
Gojyo and Sanzo are characters from the anime/manga Saiyuki. Warnings here for language and hints of slashy goodness.
Forshizukashadow
Prompt: Ichigo and Kisuke, art prompt
Kisuke and Ichigo are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. Warnings for slashy implications and light language. Also, spoilers.
For Ichigo, their relationship defies all logic. It doesn't make any sense. Kisuke is so much older. Kisuke is a Shinigami. Kisuke's carrying around loads of baggage on his shoulder that Ichigo has no clue how to help him with. He tries, but Ichigo's still only barely out of his teens, with his own struggles to get through.
Despite knowing all this, however, Ichigo hasn't been willing to walk away. He won't throw up his hands, even if it would be better in the long run. They're no good for each other. Isshin would flip a gasket if he ever knew. And there's a lingering realization that it will end sooner or later, probably with tears and a broken heart or two.
Yet, he's still here. Still crawling into bed every night beside the blond and drowning himself in Kisuke's kisses. He curls around Kisuke, the familiar scent of gunpowder and candy teasing his nostrils. He presses his nose into the back of Kisuke's neck, blond hair softer than Ichigo expected tickling at his face.
He tells himself that when the time comes, Ichigo will walk away with head held high. When Kisuke gets tired of the immature brat that's always hanging around and returns to Soul Society, Ichigo will force himself to smile. He'll shake Kisuke's hand, wish him well, and pretend that everything is all right.
Until then, however, he'll take every moment he can get. If it's all he's allowed, then Ichigo's determined to make it count.
For Kisuke, it's a matter of emotion. There's a pain buried deep, and he knows that in the end, this will only make things worse. He's been burned too many times, but here Kisuke is, once again involving himself in a relationship that's destined to bring more heartache.
Ichigo is young. He's human. Sooner or later, he'll grow tired of the blood and pain that is the Shinigami world. Eventually, he'll meet some cute girl who is sweet and innocent and everything that Ichigo needs. She'll smile at him, and Kisuke will have to kiss their relationship goodbye. He'll have to pretend that it's all right, that he's not hurt, and he'll watch Ichigo walk away with a broken, fake smile.
And then there's the whole matter of what Isshin will do to Kisuke as soon as he finds out just why Ichigo spends so much time at the Shoten.
Until then, however, Kisuke's going to soak up every moment he can. Lazy mornings and late nights, and the simple joy of waking up next to Ichigo. He'll memorize all the little things. Like the way Ichigo still blushes despite over a year spent as lovers. Or the way Ichigo suddenly gets aggressive, push Kisuke down, claim him and leave him breathless.
Kisuke holds all these precious memories closely, hoping beyond hoping that the end never comes. It's the only prayer he has.
a/n: That's all folks! Tomorrow, I'll update The Break of Day, and I'll announce the winner of the poll on Saturday, and Sunday will bring us an update of Buyer's Remorse. Busy weekend.
Thanks for reading!
Overall warning of unbeta'ed-ness. Please enjoy!
For
mistress_pirate Prompt: Yuuko and Rangiku, up to no good
Yuuko is from the anime/manga xxx-Holic and Rangiku from the anime/manga Bleach. Warnings here for two conniving women, alcohol consumption and the intent to matchmake. *grins* This can also be considered a sequel to the previous crossover starring these two.
“So,” Yuuko begins, smacking her lips as though to savor the delicious sake. “Just what did you have in mind, Rangiku-san?”
Her lips curve into a smirk. “Taichou gets so lonely,” she says, and reclines indolently in the pile of cushions that Maru and Moro had carefully arranged for her. “So I was thinking of providing him a companion.”
“A companion?” Yuuko arches one delicately shaped brow. “A pet or a lover?”
Rangiku laughs. “Both?”
Yuuko chuckles deeply, and swirls the sake around in her cup. “Hmm. I see,” she says, and ponders for a moment. “That is a tricky request indeed. Pet and lover, you say...?” Then, a light appears in Yuuko's dark eyes and her chuckle turns equally dark. “Do they have to be within the same individual?”
Rangiku inclines her head, practically wiggling with excitement in her cushions as she leans forward to pluck one of Watanuki's specially made snacks from the platter. “By all means, Yuuko-san, whichever you think is best.”
“Then I believe I have the proper solution,” Yuuko says, and uncrosses her legs, only to recross them oppositely a moment later, the motion revealing a long length of pale, unmarred skin. “It just so happens that a dear friend of yours was in here recently with a request of her own.”
“And?” Rangiku pops the snack into her mouth, and almost moans as the delicious flavor explodes on her tongue. Yuuko is so lucky to have cute Watanuki-kun at her beck and call. He makes the most wonderful food.
Fingers toying with her sake cup, Yuuko knocks back all the contents and then holds out her cup for Rangiku to refill. “I'm thinking that one request can fulfill the other... with an addition on my part, of course.”
Rangiku licks her lips. “And the price?”
Lifting the bottle – their second this evening – Yuuko gives it a little shake so that the sake sloshes around inside. “This is a good start,” she says aloud, with a mischievous little grin that never bodes well for anyone in her proximity. As a result, far in the kitchen, Watunuki feels a shiver of apprehension dance down his spine“We'll discuss the rest once I bring the third party into the picture.”
Rangiku nods. “Agreed,” she says with a large grin, and toasts Yuuko again. Her poor captain won't know what hit him.
Her lips curve into a smirk. “Taichou gets so lonely,” she says, and reclines indolently in the pile of cushions that Maru and Moro had carefully arranged for her. “So I was thinking of providing him a companion.”
“A companion?” Yuuko arches one delicately shaped brow. “A pet or a lover?”
Rangiku laughs. “Both?”
Yuuko chuckles deeply, and swirls the sake around in her cup. “Hmm. I see,” she says, and ponders for a moment. “That is a tricky request indeed. Pet and lover, you say...?” Then, a light appears in Yuuko's dark eyes and her chuckle turns equally dark. “Do they have to be within the same individual?”
Rangiku inclines her head, practically wiggling with excitement in her cushions as she leans forward to pluck one of Watanuki's specially made snacks from the platter. “By all means, Yuuko-san, whichever you think is best.”
“Then I believe I have the proper solution,” Yuuko says, and uncrosses her legs, only to recross them oppositely a moment later, the motion revealing a long length of pale, unmarred skin. “It just so happens that a dear friend of yours was in here recently with a request of her own.”
“And?” Rangiku pops the snack into her mouth, and almost moans as the delicious flavor explodes on her tongue. Yuuko is so lucky to have cute Watanuki-kun at her beck and call. He makes the most wonderful food.
Fingers toying with her sake cup, Yuuko knocks back all the contents and then holds out her cup for Rangiku to refill. “I'm thinking that one request can fulfill the other... with an addition on my part, of course.”
Rangiku licks her lips. “And the price?”
Lifting the bottle – their second this evening – Yuuko gives it a little shake so that the sake sloshes around inside. “This is a good start,” she says aloud, with a mischievous little grin that never bodes well for anyone in her proximity. As a result, far in the kitchen, Watunuki feels a shiver of apprehension dance down his spine“We'll discuss the rest once I bring the third party into the picture.”
Rangiku nods. “Agreed,” she says with a large grin, and toasts Yuuko again. Her poor captain won't know what hit him.
Prompt: Gojyo and Sanzo, Punishment
Gojyo and Sanzo are characters from the anime/manga Saiyuki. Warnings here for language and hints of slashy goodness.
“This is your fault.”
Gojyo rolls his eyes and leans back against the cold stone wall, tryign to get comfortable in a place that isn't built for comfortable. “Ya know, Sanzo, ya keep saying that like I'm going to suddenly start spoutin' apologies.”
He feels, more than sees, those vivid purple eyes aim a fiery glare at him. Chains rattle and Gojyo curses as Sanzo somehow manages to stretch across the space between them and thump him soundly in the side.
“All. Your. Fault,” the priest hisses, words forced past clenched teeth.
“For the record,” Gojyo says, annoyance growing with each passing moment of not-rescue. Where the hell are Goku and Hakkai anyway. “It's not. If it's anyone's fault, it's Hakkai's.” Though Gojyo won't be saying that to Hakkai any time soon. He knows better.
There's a rustle, the sound of feet scraping across the barren floor. “Hakkai's not here right now, kappa. So guess what? The blame's on you.”
“Of course it is! When is it not?” Gojyo retorts with another roll of his eyes and a loud, echoing sigh. He jerks on his wrists, confined by shackles, and wishes wholeheartedly that he could reach that scrawny priest neck and throttle it. “Everything's my fault!”
“I'm glad we agree,” Sanzo says, and though Gojyo can barely see the monk's face in the dim light of their cell, he is certain that Sanzo is smirking. He's always smirking, when he's not scowling or looking pissed off anyway.
Gojyo knocks his head back against the cold wall, a growl building in his chest. “You're damn unreasonable,” he gripes, rattling his chains some more. “And why the hell hasn't that food-for-brains monkey shown up to save his master yet?” He adds, shouting it to the low ceiling that nearly throws the words back at him.
Sanzo mutters something under his breath, that Gojyo doesn't catch. Another vein in his forehead ticks. “Care to repeat that Sanzo?”
“I said,” Sanzo repeats, through definitely clenched teeth and malice all but radiating from his equally chained body. “That you're going to pay for this later, Gojyo. There's got to be some other use for your mouth other than getting us locked up!”
Gojyo's lips widen into his own gleeful smirk. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
Sanzo's answering growl of irritation is almost music to Gojyo's ears. Though he'll be a hell of a lot happier once Hakkai and Goku finally show up.
Gojyo rolls his eyes and leans back against the cold stone wall, tryign to get comfortable in a place that isn't built for comfortable. “Ya know, Sanzo, ya keep saying that like I'm going to suddenly start spoutin' apologies.”
He feels, more than sees, those vivid purple eyes aim a fiery glare at him. Chains rattle and Gojyo curses as Sanzo somehow manages to stretch across the space between them and thump him soundly in the side.
“All. Your. Fault,” the priest hisses, words forced past clenched teeth.
“For the record,” Gojyo says, annoyance growing with each passing moment of not-rescue. Where the hell are Goku and Hakkai anyway. “It's not. If it's anyone's fault, it's Hakkai's.” Though Gojyo won't be saying that to Hakkai any time soon. He knows better.
There's a rustle, the sound of feet scraping across the barren floor. “Hakkai's not here right now, kappa. So guess what? The blame's on you.”
“Of course it is! When is it not?” Gojyo retorts with another roll of his eyes and a loud, echoing sigh. He jerks on his wrists, confined by shackles, and wishes wholeheartedly that he could reach that scrawny priest neck and throttle it. “Everything's my fault!”
“I'm glad we agree,” Sanzo says, and though Gojyo can barely see the monk's face in the dim light of their cell, he is certain that Sanzo is smirking. He's always smirking, when he's not scowling or looking pissed off anyway.
Gojyo knocks his head back against the cold wall, a growl building in his chest. “You're damn unreasonable,” he gripes, rattling his chains some more. “And why the hell hasn't that food-for-brains monkey shown up to save his master yet?” He adds, shouting it to the low ceiling that nearly throws the words back at him.
Sanzo mutters something under his breath, that Gojyo doesn't catch. Another vein in his forehead ticks. “Care to repeat that Sanzo?”
“I said,” Sanzo repeats, through definitely clenched teeth and malice all but radiating from his equally chained body. “That you're going to pay for this later, Gojyo. There's got to be some other use for your mouth other than getting us locked up!”
Gojyo's lips widen into his own gleeful smirk. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
Sanzo's answering growl of irritation is almost music to Gojyo's ears. Though he'll be a hell of a lot happier once Hakkai and Goku finally show up.
For
shizukashadow Prompt: Ichigo and Kisuke, art prompt
Kisuke and Ichigo are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. Warnings for slashy implications and light language. Also, spoilers.
For Ichigo, their relationship defies all logic. It doesn't make any sense. Kisuke is so much older. Kisuke is a Shinigami. Kisuke's carrying around loads of baggage on his shoulder that Ichigo has no clue how to help him with. He tries, but Ichigo's still only barely out of his teens, with his own struggles to get through.
Despite knowing all this, however, Ichigo hasn't been willing to walk away. He won't throw up his hands, even if it would be better in the long run. They're no good for each other. Isshin would flip a gasket if he ever knew. And there's a lingering realization that it will end sooner or later, probably with tears and a broken heart or two.
Yet, he's still here. Still crawling into bed every night beside the blond and drowning himself in Kisuke's kisses. He curls around Kisuke, the familiar scent of gunpowder and candy teasing his nostrils. He presses his nose into the back of Kisuke's neck, blond hair softer than Ichigo expected tickling at his face.
He tells himself that when the time comes, Ichigo will walk away with head held high. When Kisuke gets tired of the immature brat that's always hanging around and returns to Soul Society, Ichigo will force himself to smile. He'll shake Kisuke's hand, wish him well, and pretend that everything is all right.
Until then, however, he'll take every moment he can get. If it's all he's allowed, then Ichigo's determined to make it count.
For Kisuke, it's a matter of emotion. There's a pain buried deep, and he knows that in the end, this will only make things worse. He's been burned too many times, but here Kisuke is, once again involving himself in a relationship that's destined to bring more heartache.
Ichigo is young. He's human. Sooner or later, he'll grow tired of the blood and pain that is the Shinigami world. Eventually, he'll meet some cute girl who is sweet and innocent and everything that Ichigo needs. She'll smile at him, and Kisuke will have to kiss their relationship goodbye. He'll have to pretend that it's all right, that he's not hurt, and he'll watch Ichigo walk away with a broken, fake smile.
And then there's the whole matter of what Isshin will do to Kisuke as soon as he finds out just why Ichigo spends so much time at the Shoten.
Until then, however, Kisuke's going to soak up every moment he can. Lazy mornings and late nights, and the simple joy of waking up next to Ichigo. He'll memorize all the little things. Like the way Ichigo still blushes despite over a year spent as lovers. Or the way Ichigo suddenly gets aggressive, push Kisuke down, claim him and leave him breathless.
Kisuke holds all these precious memories closely, hoping beyond hoping that the end never comes. It's the only prayer he has.
a/n: That's all folks! Tomorrow, I'll update The Break of Day, and I'll announce the winner of the poll on Saturday, and Sunday will bring us an update of Buyer's Remorse. Busy weekend.
Thanks for reading!
