Flash Fiction (Take Five - Part One)

[dracoqueen22]

Ack. Real life sucks sometimes. A long shift and no sleep means I was only able to finish three of the flash fiction today. I hope you enjoy them anyway.

As always, pardon the flagrant comma abuse and grammatical errors. I don't edit these except for a cursory glance.

Forsarshi_k 
Prompt: Voldemort and Co. summon a demon and end up with Sesshoumaru

Sesshoumaru is from the anime/manga InuYasha by Rumiko Takahashi. Voldemort and his followers are property of J.K. Rowling. No warnings here save for crossover silliness and the lameness that is my humor.

This had to be that bastard's fault, Sesshoumaru was sure of it. There was no practical explanation otherwise. He had fallen asleep in his castle, surrounded by elegance, wondering how many more times he was going to be forced to hack Naraku to pieces. He had been warm and comfortable and hadn't seen his idiot half-brother in over a month.

In fact, one could almost say that life had been good.

Except for now.

He opened his eyes, and he was in the middle of a graveyard, with the musty stench of human decay filling his nostrils, and the light of a pale, full moon beaming down and illuminating everything. Beneath him, someone had drawn a symbol in the dirt. By the smell of it, they'd used the blood of some helpless creature. A pig perhaps.

Worse of all... he'd woken up surrounded by the foul odor of live humans wearing suspicious black robes and hoods.

And one of those insects dared speak to him. In gibberish, no less, words that Sesshoumaru did not answer. He was making grand gestures, shoving a twig in Sesshoumaru's direction as though he should be intimidated by the stick.

A low rumble rose in Sesshoumaru's chest as he twitched, reaching for Tokijin.

“What is going on here?” Sesshoumaru demanded, feeling his power ripple through the air, mixing with another, unnatural energy that made the hair on the back of his neck rise and his skin ripple. “Speak clearly, human. I will not ask again.”

Some of the cloaked figures trembled noticeably. They were the wise ones, backing away several steps. The sharp smell of urine joined the other scents underlying the cemetery.

Despite his confusion, Sesshoumaru had not lost his power to intimidate. He would find out what happened.

The one who seemed to be the leader stepped forward again, his face cast in white and nose flat like a snake-demon. In fact, this human didn't look or smell human-like at all. Sesshoumaru didn't know what he was, because he didn't smell youkai either, and his eyes narrowed.

More gibberish was tossed his direction, but the waving stick and the tone of voice made it obvious there was a command in there.

And Sesshoumaru did not like being commanded to do anything. He drew Tokijin and prepared to watch the humans scatter like the insects they were.

 

For azardarkstar 
Prompt: Infinity's End, Gale realizes Azriel leads the rebellion

Azriel, Gale, and Sabriel are characters from my original fiction series Infinity's End. This scene could be considered a part of canon and a glimpse at what might be seen in The Break of Day.

“He's going to be fine, Gale,” Azriel said, looking as though he wanted to pat Gale's hand out of comfort and thinking better of it. Thinking, perhaps, that it was no longer his place to act so familiar.

Gale inclined his head, eyes roaming over the bandages that swathed half his cousin's face. His own hands were still covered in blood, and he knew it stained his robes. Some of it wasn't even Sabriel's. He'd killed a lot of people in rescuing Sabriel. He could never go back.

To be honest, Gale didn't want to return. There was nothing left for him in Grayshire.

“Thank you,” Gale said and opened his mouth to add more, but faltered. There were too many questions; he didn't even know where to begin.

He looked up at the man who had once been his tutor, who Gale could have never expected to meet here, in the headquarters of the rebellion. A man that Sabriel trusted with his life and Gale had always considered a close friend.

“You never told me,” Gale said quietly, the logical side of him understanding the need for secrecy, while the child-side of him who'd seen Azriel as a surrogate older brother was hurt by the hidden truths.

Azriel exhaled softly, leaning forward. “I wasn't certain you were ready to hear it. I didn't know if you would recognize why I was doing this.”

“I know it now,” Gale retorted bitterly, looking down at his own hands, the blood and soot that turned his pale skin a garish shade. “I will not return.”

“That is to be expected,” Azriel said, with a soft smile. “You're welcome to stay here, Gale. Join us, even, if you'd like. We turn away no one.”

“Even the former head of the house Arlen?” Gale asked, but there was a touch of bitter humor to his words. If anything, he was the sort that Azriel's band of rebels should despise.

Brown eyes softened. “To us, you will be Gale,” he said, and this time he did reach out, one hand squeezing Gale's shoulder. A warm motion that comforted Gale more than he could voice aloud.

Gale looked at his cousin again, wishing he'd seen the truth sooner if only to spare Sabriel pain and the loss of his eye. “I know things,” Gale replied quietly, his hands forming into fists. “I've just been waiting. For a sign, maybe. I don't know. But I think I've found it now.” He lifted his eyes to Azriel. “I'll join you.”

 

For firegirl0 
Prompt: Sephiroth/Cloud, packages

Sephiroth, Cloud Strife, and Zack Fair are characters from the Final Fantasy VII franchise. Warnings here for slash, mentions of bondage, and depending on what timeline you go by, a sixteen year old Cloud. NSFW

They say that the best gifts come in small packages.

Well, looking at the neatly wrapped cadet on his bed, Sephiroth couldn't agree more.

He wonders how Fair managed to do it. How did he convince Strife to put on that get up – a wonderful mix of straps and buckles and leather and shiny metal – and how on Gaia did he convince Strife to wait for Sephiroth's return?

Ah, Fair will be so pleased with himself. They'll be no living with him after this. Though, Sephiroth supposes, with such a wonderful gift waiting on him, he's willing to endure Fair's smug behavior.

It is a brilliant idea after all.

Strife twitches, cheeks a tomato red. “You're staring,” he says, and his fingers twitch where they are bound above his head.

“I am quite certain this is an occasion that calls for admiration at my leisure,” Sephiroth says, and reaches for his own clothing, pulling it off at an agonizing pace, if only to extend how long he looks without touching.

The cadet's blush deepens and he shifts on the bed, causing the leather straps to press more firmly against his skin, dimpling pale flesh. Sephiroth swallows thickly, riveted by the sight. There is also a noticeable bulge behind the black leather cup on Strife's groin, proving that the blond is not as unaffected as he seems.

“I've been like this for hours,” Strife says softly. It's not a complaint; the boy would never complain to Sephiroth about anything. But it is a reminder that Sephiroth was later than usual in returning to his quarters.

If he'd known what was waiting for him, Sephiroth would have sent that sniveling weasel Heidegger on his way rather than indulging the man with a few moments of time.

The last of Sephiroth's clothes falls to the floor and he moves to the bed, one knee lifting to the edge of it. He reaches out, fingers skating over Strife's pale thighs, barely dusted by silky blond hairs.

“Aching the whole time, no doubt,” Sephiroth says, his voice lowering to a low, aroused murmur as he watches Strife shiver, those beautiful blue eyes dilating with desire.

He'll have Strife begging for him soon enough, of this Sephiroth is certain. But until then, he's going to touch and tease all he wants. Because Fair left him this prettily wrapped present, and Sephiroth is going to take his time opening it.

 

There are still five more to come, my friends. I do hope you enjoyed!