[challenge] California Drabble Challenge
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ajremixFor the week I spent in California, I had several people give me prompts so I wouldn't be bored out of my mind. By my count, there were 52 challenges. Also by my count, I finished 37 of them. So, here they are, put in order of incompletes to stuff I'm 'meh' about to the stuff I like. Enjoy.
Bleach
Kuukaku, Mayur, Nemu – Positive
Shuuhei, Yumi – Pwned
Ganjyu, Hanatarou - Prince of a Noble House
Hisagi, Tousen - Noticed Too Late
Kuukaku, Mayuri – Frustrating
Shunsui, Jyuushirou – Aftermath
Di Roy, Grimmjaw – Planning
Arrancar – Porn
Aizen looked over his newly created Arrancar proudly. “My dear comrades,” he told the collective smoothly, “you’ve all mastered your skills wonderfully, have fully accepted your new forms. Your training has been complete- all else you must learn from experience.
“Now,” to their surprise, Aizen threw back his robe, standing boldly naked beneath it, “I’ll shall teach you ‘fun’.”
Kira - Might Have Been
Though he knew that his captain was a traitor, that only through careful and intense investigation was it decided Kira was not part of the plan but just a tool, that he knew he should be grateful for the mercy of the General Captain, Kira couldn’t help the deep feeling of despair and loneliness welling inside of him.
If Ichimaru-taichou had merely asked, Kira would have gladly followed him anywhere.
Mayuri, Ikkaku - Similarities and Differences
It was painful for Nemu, watching as her father and Ikkaku stared each other down, refusing to give an inch. She tried to understand where their animosity for each other stemmed from- and part of her did in a small, abstract way. Yet, the more she looked at it, saw the way they watched her, protected her in their own ways, did what they thought was best for her, the more she wondered why they couldn’t see they were more alike than they were different.
Thugs - Love, Actually
Hisagi’s jaw dropped and Iba looked like he might cry. Hisagi took the package- touched, speechless –while Iba pulled Renji and Ikkaku into a hug. “I fucking love you guys.”
It really didn’t take all that much creativity smuggling alcohol from the mortal world, but the intent was there.
Ikkaku, Nemu - Somewhere I Belong
Nemu never really knew what it was like to be comfortable. Whenever she was with her father some part of her always worried that she’d do something wrong, that she’d do something to garner her father’s disapproval. It made her feel too small in her skin- awkward, uncoordinated, as if she’d trip over herself.
Being among the other vice-captains wasn’t much better. They were all fully capable and confident in themselves and their captains. She never feared her father, just her own inadequacies and seeing how the other captains relied on their vice-captains made her feel useless.
Ikkaku, though, looked at her in a way no one else ever had before. Not with critical suspicion or pity, but as if she were… normal. Familiar. As if he genuinely liked watching what she did. The few times she gave input at a meeting, the way she’d focus solely on her orders, even when he managed to catch sight of her training Ikkaku only seemed to see what she’s done as impressive.
Though she knew better, Nemu couldn’t help but feel proud at his unabashed gaze. And when he spoke to her, would reach out and touch her, Nemu would marvel at that strange transformation in Ikkaku’s disposition. How his own confidence would become curiosity, how the look of challenge he gave others became awe with her. She felt, in his arms, in his gaze, that he believed she could do anything. And, pressing him against a wall, leaning into his lips, Nemu almost believed it, too.
Ikkaku, Nemu – Forgetting
Sometimes Ikkaku forgot their relationship was a secret. He’d look at Nemu a little too long, too intently, give her too many quick smiles, walk a little too closely to her…
He couldn’t help it, he had to reassure himself because, after all this time, he couldn’t figure out how he got her or how he managed to keep her. He couldn’t seem to remember that this wasn’t a dream, that she really chose to be with him.
And a part of him kept forgetting that, so he had to find some way to get her to look at him, smile for him, blush in that soft way that made his heart race. Just to remind himself that he truly was the luckiest man in the world.
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Shuuhei, Yumi, Tetsu - Now This is More like it!
Grimmjaw, Urquiola – Apathy
Shunsui, Shinji - Understanding
Akon, Mayu – Brains
“This is disgusting. Take it back.”
Akon narrowed his eyes. “What am I, your waiter?”
“You brought me this drivel, so do something about it.”
“You asked for it.”
“And when I order something to eat,” Mayuri said slowly, “I want it to be edible.” He shoved th tray of ‘not food’ at Akon, who gave the older doctor a long, hard look before giving him a tight-lipped smile.
“Very well, then.” He picked up the tray before shuffling across the cafeteria, hunched over and making a grotesque face, exclaiming loudly, “A brain! I need a brain for my master!”
As eyes started turning towards him, Mayuri felt it prudent to beat a hasty retreat out of there.
Shuuhei, Yumi, Ikkaku - Ironing Out the Differences
Ikkaku lifted his hand and glared at the handcuff that was attached to it. Then he glared at Hisagi, attached at the other end. “Yumi. What. The fuck.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Yumichika said imperiously. “I really should have known, but I was too close to the problem to see it for what it really was. Until, that is, the ‘event’ last week.”
The handcuffed men couldn’t help but flush. “Look, that was just-“
“I mean, really. No one can hate someone that much after so long. I should’ve seen it for what it really is.” He leaned in close to the two. “Repressed sexual tension.”
They spluttered. “WHAT!?”
“I know! It’s so obvious! You’ve been trying to get into each other’s pants from the beginning but never knew how to breach (aha) the subject. And then I enter the picture and everything gets all jumbled up and now both of you aren’t certain what to do.” Yumi sighed dramatically. “But that ‘event’ in the bar was just a one-time incident, I may be able to let it go. However,” he glared primly at the two, “if I end up losing Shuuhei to Ikkaku of all people, I demand compensation.”
Both men blurted out, “I fucking hate this guy!”
“Do you really? Or are you just saying that?”
“What??” They pointed accusatory fingers at each other. “He’s a fuckin’ jackass! He’s an absolute retard! You can’t be serious!”
“Then kiss.”
The two were struck speechless.
“Go on.” Yumi encouraged. “If it really did mean nothing and was just some totally unforeseen mistake, a kiss shouldn’t matter, right? But if there is something going on, I will see it. And I won’t uncuff you until you do.”
“You gotta be kiddin’ me!” Ikkaku blurted out. “How is that gonna-“
A hand pulled him down by the back of the neck and a strange tongue invaded his mouth. Hisagi shoved the bartender away roughly. “There.” He told Yumichika. “Nothing. Now let us-“
A blow to the jaw sent Hisagi sprawling, the handcuffs dragging Ikkaku down on top of him.
“You fucking idiot! Get off me!”
“Goddamn perv! The fuck you think yer doin’?”
And Yumichika wanted to shake his head and be upset about this, but, he had to admit, watching the two of them wrestle around like that was really hot.
Kenpachi, Yumichika - The Hell're You?
When Kenpachi got tired of waiting for the boy’s slow ass (they had a truck coming to restock the bar, you don’t keep drivers waiting) he went up to the apartment with every intent of smacking the kid around.
But when he threw open the door, Kenpachi was surprised to find… it smelled like food in there. Actual food and not some Hungry Man shit. A head popped out from the corner. “Hello,” the head greeted, “do we know you?”
Kenpachi frowned. “If by ‘we’ you mean the three boneheads that live here, yes. Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Yumichika. Pleased to meet you.”
“Kenpachi. Where’s Ikkaku?”
So this Ikkaku’s boss? Seemed fitting. “He’s in the shower.” Yumi twittered. “You know how long nights are. Would you like to stay for brunch? You need to be properly reenergize after all!” He said with a wink and wide smile.
Kenpachi looked at Yumi with the look of someone who has an idea of what’s going on and seriously hoping he’s wrong. “Who,” he asked again, “the hell are you?”
“I just stayed the night is all. Oh, could you be a dear and remind me to talk to Ikkaku about his mattress? Those springs are so uncomfortable it’s amazing he gets any sleep at ALL, never mind doing anything else on it.”
“Yumi, who’re you talkin’ to?” Ikkaku came to a halt in the hall, dripping wet and in a towel. “Er… hey Boss. It’s um, that late already?”
Kenpachi looked from his boy and the fruit and back again. “How long has this been going on, exactly?”
Kenpachi, Ikkaku, Tetsu - Father Figure
“The fuck is it to you? Get the fuck outta here!” He shouted at the boys’ retreating backs. He turned to where Tetsu was picking himself off the ground. “You okay?”
He sniffled, wiping blood from his nose on the back of his hand. “Don’t need yer help.”
“I didn’t ask if you did. I asked if yer alright.”
“’M fine.” But he looked down on himself. “Mom’s gonna be pissed.”
“Che. Too bad fer that.” The other kid stuffed his hands in his pockets and sauntered off. “You wanted help, I coulda took ya somewhere. No questions asked, no parents told.”
Tetsu watched the swaggering figure for a moment before he followed. They passed through a series of alleys before the boy approached heavy double doors and produced a key. Pushing through them, they entered a large room with a large man, cleaning one of the various tables in the place.
“Hey, Boss!” The boy said, heading toward a bar spanning the wall. “Got inna fight. Where’s the first-aid kit?”
The man- ‘Boss’ –rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna havta shackle ya to yer room, ain’t I? What was it this time?”
“Nothin’.” Tetsu stood stupidly as the two conversed. “They just pissed me off.”
“Yeah?” Boss eyed the quiet guest. “An’ who’s that?”
“Dunno.”
“By the ice chest, brat. Where it’s always been.” He looked at Tetsu and jerked a finger to the bar. “Were you fightin’ the brat?”
He shook his head, wide-eyed. “Ah, n-no. He… he helped me. These kids were beatin’ me up an’ he just-“ his breath got knocked out by a first-aid kit to the gut.
“Did nothin’.” Aforementioned ‘brat’ said shortly. “Just felt like it.” He glared at the tall man in defiance.
And the man completely ignored it. “An’ why were they beatin’ up on ya?”
Tetsu looked down. “’Cuz I got no dad.”
“The fuck do they know?” The boy said loudly, popping open the box and digging for bandages. “Bet their dads’re all lazy assholes anyway!” Knuckles rapped sharply against his head. “Hey!”
“Get yer guest a drink.”
“He ain’t my guest! He followed me here!”
“Get ‘im a drink, brat.”
“Che.” He glared at the man but asked, “You want somethin’?”
“Water’s fine. Orange juice if you got some.”
“This is a bar. We got anythin’ you could think of!” A moment later, two glasses of juice sat between the two boys as they pasted bandaids on themselves. “’M Ikkaku, by the way.”
“Tetsu. And thanks.”
Tetsu, Ikkaku, Hitsu – Caffeine
He wasn’t paying attention when the customers came up to the counter, trying to get the energy to finish his geology worksheet in front of him. Well, that was in front of him and was now suddenly in the possession of one of the aforementioned customers.
“Wuzzis? Sedimentary layer?” The person asked, peering at the paper through a pair of shades (shades, in doors, oh please). “How many classes do you take?”
Hitsugaya glared- he knew those shades anywhere. “Enough. Gimme me homework back.”
Iba’s apparent buddy elbowed him in the side. “You been hittin’ up the middle school again?”
“Naw, he’s in my math class.”
“You serious?” The bald man looked shocked. “He doesn’t look old enough to be workin’!”
“I’m 18!” Hitsugaya said, going from ‘glare’ to ‘simmer’.
“Yo, Hitsu,” Iba said, “ain’t it a bit late for you to be workin’? We got class tomorrow afternoon.”
“Isn’t it a bit late for you to be renting movies?” He retorted, nodding at the DVD resting between them. Stealth? Were they serious?
Iba’s buddy snorted. “He could use two hours of consciousness. Even if it’s just to watch shit blow up. You look like you’ve been up for a day as it is.”
Hitsugaya rolled his eyes. “I got caffeine, thanks.”
“You want somethin’ good to drink, I’ve got three things that’ll do you more good than any caffeine.”
“Listen to the man.” Iba said. “He’s a bartender. He knows his drinks.”
“If any of those is milk, you can stop right now.”
“Got two things that’re better than caffeine.” The bald guy said relentlessly. “Orange juice and soy milk. ‘Specially the ones fortified with calcium.”
Hitsugaya bristled again. “I’m not short!”
“Tell me that when yer off the booster seat.”
“Do you want your damned movie or not?”
“I dunno.” He turned to Iba with a wide grin. “I think teasin’ yer buddy’s more fun than a movie. Whaddya say, Tetsu?”
Hitsugaya answered that by saying to the intercom, “Masuda, cover the register. I’m taking a break.”
Hitsu, Momo - Don't Touch That!
“Now up that hill. Yeah, just like- No! Stay on the path! The PATH! Crap, turn left! Turn, not strafe! Left, left- they’re killing you! Aim first! You’re just wasting ammo! Nonono! Don’t touch that-“
The screen erupted in smoke and dirt and the camera flopped on its side. Hitsugaya screamed into his palms in frustration.
“Shirou-chan,” Momo said slowly, “I don’t approved of you playing such violent games. It makes you so angry.”
He spluttered. “You’re the one that wanted to try one of my games! And stop calling me that!”
Yumi, Ran - I Saw it First
“I saw it first.”
“No, I did.”
“Like hell.”
“Indeed.”
They were starting to gather a crowd. In their hands was a pair of artfully faded jeans with flowers and vines embroidered up one leg.
“They’re tailored for women.” Rangiku said. “They won’t look right without full curves.”
“A leaf curls over the hip and leads the eye to the crotch.” Yumichika sniffed. “Mine is far more interesting than yours.”
Tetsu tried to make it look like he wasn’t with either of the two. How did they keep talking him into going shopping with them?
Shinji, Yumi – Difficult
Yumi pouted and reach across the café table to pat his companion’s hand. “Shinji-kun,” he twittered, “you look absolutely depressed. What’s wrong?”
The Vizord sighed greatly. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask a favor of you.”
“I don’t know,” the host replied, “the guys are getting a little nervous being half-naked around me. Again. It’ll be a while before I can get you more photos.”
“Thank you, Yumi, but I’m in need of a different sort of favor.”
“Oh? What kind?”
“It’s… It’s difficult to say.”
Yumi held onto Shinji’s hand this time. “Tell me, dear. It’s okay.”
“…I need you to introduce me to one of your big’n toughs.”
The other man blinked. “Are you certain? Eyecandy they may be, but their personalities can be somewhat less than desirable.”
“Whatever they give me,” Shinji noted dryly, “I’m sure will be better than my hand.”
Shuuhei, Yumi, Ran – Awkward
Yumi sighed, exhausted but happy. “Oh, I needed that.” He pulled Rangiku in an awkward hug of bags. “Thank you for coming shopping with me!”
“My pleasure.” She grinned in return. “It’s nice to go out with someone with actual taste for once.”
“Ugh, don’t I know it?”
“Do you want to share a cab back?”
Yumi fluttered. “No thanks! My boyfriend called while you were trying on those dresses. He managed to get off work early.”
“Lucky.” Rangiku said, bending to massage a calf. “My ex never let me know when he got off.”
“If you want, I could have him drop you off at your place.”
She smiled in relief. “Really? Thank God- I don’t think I have enough for a cab on my own.”
“It’s not problem at all. In fact,” Yumi threw his arms out wide, “there he is!”
“Hey, Babe. Ready to go?”
Rangiku’s face closed into a cold mask as she turned and glared, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to. “Shuuhei.” She said icily.
Shuuhei froze in his tracks, hand coming up to his face. “Shit.”
Yumi glanced at the two, first one, then the other, then back for a moment. “Shuuhei,” he said in his darkly sweet way, “do you know each other?”
Ikkaku, Kenpachi - Potential
What the fuck? Why the hell was he stuck babysitting some alleybrat? He had enough shit to worry about without a little smart-mouthed kid in the picture.
“But Kenpachi,” Retsu had told him in her venomously sweet way, “the poor boy needs a home and some guidance.”
“Send ‘im to a fuckin’ military academy.”
“He’s a lot smarter than you give him credit for. He has a good memory, good sense of pattern, an eye for detail-“
“The fuck do I care?”
“He notices things people usually don’t.” And she smiled at him like he saw it her way. “Very much like you, really.”
Kenpachi snorted but dropped the subject. He couldn’t argue with Retsu- no one in their right mind could when she got in that mood. Still surprised the hell out of him when he found the boy in the bar one day, tossing some darts he found… God knows where. Kenpachi never had a full set. He always lost or broke most of his darts.
Instead of asking “what the fuck are you doing here?”, “I thought you were left handed,” came out instead.
The boy didn’t even pause to glare. “Can’t really use my left arm right now, can I?”
Goddamn he wanted to smack the mouth of the brat, except Retsu forbade him hurting the boy so long as that bandage was on his chest. Kenpachi scowled down at the boy, watching him chase the bulls-eye around. Eventually the scowl turned to a frown, then the frown to something quizzical. Eventually Kenpachi dragged up a chair and Ikkaku paused long enough to sneer at the man before retrieving the darts again.
It only took a few more throws before Kenpachi realized what he was looking for. Each throw, Ikkaku’s wrist switched angles- not randomly, they were all fairly consistent changes.
“Oi, brat.”
“What, geezer?”
He scowled at the back of the kid’s head. “Why’d you keep changin’ yer throws?”
The last dark thunked on the board, still off target, but the groups getting progressively tighter. “’Cuz yer darts suck ass. They’re don’t arc the same ‘cuz they’re all different weights.”
Kenpachi couldn’t help a small grin. “Hn.” Maybe the kid had some potential in him after all.
Zaraki, Unohana - Last Time
Retsu smiled at Kenpachi and said, “Can I ask you for a favor?”
The man immediately scowled. “No.”
“Why not?” She asked, smile not depleting in the least.
“The last time you asked for a favor smilin’ like that, I picked up a stray.”
“And?”
“And he’s been nothing but trouble. And he’s been picking up strays of his own and they’ve been trouble.”
“And? I told you it wouldn’t be easy, but it would even out in the end.” Retsu put her hands on Kenpachi’s shoulders. “Are you telling me your strays don’t make you happy, or even the slightest bit proud?”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Kenpachi sighed. “What do you need?”
Ikkaku, Ran – Idiot
“Would you stop squirming?”
“I dunno, think you could get some fuckin’ bedside manner?”
In response, she doused his knuckles with disinfectant.
“Owow- fuck! Bitch, I gotta pour with that hand!”
“Is that what you call it now?” She grabbed his wrist again, bringing the bleeding hand back to her. “Hold still you big, bald baby.”
For a moment there was silence between them.
“Idiot.”
She looked up from cleaning the torn knuckles. “What?”
“Yer a fuckin’ idiot.” He wasn’t quite glaring at her, but then he wasn’t really looking at her, either. “I keep tellin’ ya, someone gives you trouble, let me know. But you never do.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“An’ five minutes ago?”
“Fluke.”
“Yer ass if I weren’t there.”
She tugged harshly at his wrist, just because it was the only thing she could do. “Look, sometimes people get lucky, sometimes they don’t.”
“Then don’t give ‘em a change to get lucky. I ain’t jokin’ here. I don’t like my friends gettin’ hurt.”
And she looked at him and his stubborn expression and the worry he tried so hard to suppress, then she turned back to his hand and couldn’t keep hold of the ire at his convoluted semi-gallantry. “…idiot.”
Ikkaku, Renji, Tetsu - What Boss Says
“Wait- Ikkaku is WHERE?”
Renji rolled his eyes. “This is what you get for sleeping all day, you know. Look, yesterday someone was trying to cause some trouble in the Brigand.”
Tetsu nodded. “Right.”
“An’ Ikkaku told the guy to get the fuck outta his bar.”
“Right. He’d do that.”
“Yeah, but he never calls it his unless he’s runnin’ the joint. ‘Cept he forgot Kenpachi was hangin’ ‘round, just to catch up with some of the regulars.”
Tetsu sighed painfully. “And the idiot called it ‘his bar’.”
“Kenpachi knows he calls it that- what the hell doesn’t he know that goes on in his bar?”
“Point.”
“So he tells Ikkaku if he wants the bar that bad, he should pay rent for the place, haggle with distributors, deal with inspectors, shit like that.”
“And what did he say?”
“Said he would, but yer school is suckin’ him dry.”
“…” Tetsu said. “Punk-ass bitch.”
Renji just grinned. “Kenpachi told ‘im, you need money that badly, I got some jobs you can do.”
“And that’s why Ikkaku’s cleanin’ out the septic tank?”
“Yup.”
Tetsu leaned back with a grin. Life was good.
Ikkaku, Tetsu – Beer
“Hey, Ikkaku? You might wanna brace yourself.”
“Why?”
“We got no more beer.”
Ikkaku damn near flailed. “WHAT? We live above a bar for fuck’s sake! How can we not have beer?”
“Dunno, man. We just… don’t.”
There was a pause.
“Tetsu?”
“Yeah?”
“Did your shirt just go clink?”
“Naw.”
“Yeah? So t hen you ain’t gettin’ goosebumps, either?”
“Yer hallucinating. ‘S the alcohol withdraw.”
“Tetsu.”
“Hm?”
“Why is all our beer under yer shirt?”
“I don’t know what yer talkin’ ‘bout- whoop!” He clinked dangerously around the room. “Ikkaku! Retsu catches you runnin’ ‘round like this, she’ll get pissed!”
“Vicadin or not- you ain’t takin’ my beer away!”
Hitsu, Rukia, Tetsu, Momo – Cramming
Hitsugaya growled out, “Momo. We’re trying to study. We don’t want to play your guinea pig.”
“Don’t listen to the ingrate.” Tetsu said, holding out his plate for seconds while Rukia played with her penguin-shaped cake. “I’ll play guinea pig any day.”
Ikkaku, Nemu, Shuuhei, Yumi – Understanding
“-and she’s far too beautiful and kind for the likes of you. And intelligent, too. And so talented!”
“GodDAMMIT, Yumi!” Ikkaku slapped a hand against the table. “E-fucking-nough! I’m sick to goddamn death of you sayin’ I ain’ good enough fer Nemu!”
“Well you’re not.” Yumichika sniffed primly. “Besides, it never bothered you before when I criticized your dating material.”
He glared at the host. “Well I don’t fuckin’ care! I like Nemu- a lot –so take yer whiny bitchin’ and shove it! I sick of that shit!”
Yumichika looked positively aghast. “You don’t like that I don’t approve?”
Ikkaku glared back. “Approvin’ or not ain’t the issue- this is my choice, not yours. You just won’t shut up about it.”
“Well, in that case,” Yumi leaned in and it was probably the closest he ever came to sneering at Ikkaku, “welcome to my world.”
Ikkaku Tetsu, Ran - Didn't Need to Know
It was because he was getting laid. And had a girlfriend he actually liked. That’s why Tetsu wouldn’t shut up no matter what Ikkaku said or how loud he said it.
“-and then there’s this spot on her neck that gets her goin’ like NOTHIN’-“
Ikkaku looked horrified. “TETSU! I have to WORK with her tonight!”
Ikkaku, Nemu – Cooking
Nemu had been told a number of times that she had changed Ikkaku and every time she was told that it was followed by an emphatic ‘thank you’. Nemu didn’t understand how she could have changed him when she never asked him to. But Yumi smiled broadly at her not long ago and told her that Ikkaku had been so much cuter ever since she came into his life. Nemu didn’t know what to say asides from ‘thank you’.
It wasn’t until she returned to their shared apartment that night and found dinner waiting for her on the table did Nemu begin to understand.
Ikkaku, though not an utter failure as a cook (so long as it was grilling) had made her dinner. Dinner that, if she remembered correctly, she had told Yumichika a week ago she wanted to try but hadn’t had the time to make it.
Nemu sat down at the table and looked over the spread, unable to keep from smiling.
Shunsui, Jyuushirou – I’ve got you
The stepladder was a little rickety, but Shunsui held it steady with a smile that said, “I’ve got it.”
A book slipped out of the stack Jyuushirou brought up with him and Shunsui picked it up off the ground with an easy, “I’ve got it!”
A coughing welled up deep in his chest, Jyuushirou shoved the books onto a shelf before nearly doubling over, coughing so hard he had trouble breathing. Hands were on his hips, guiding him down the steps and to a chair. And all the while Shunsui tucked him in close and muttered, “It’s all right. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
Akon, Mayuri - Letting Go
Mayuri didn’t know how exactly the young doctor found out about his sordid affair all those years ago and he would’ve been happier not knowing he knew. But Akon, somehow managing to rope himself into a dinner with Mayuri and his daughter and a number of other dinners as well. But he kept mostly to himself, and the silence of the dinners was preserved.
In the hospital’s break room Akon told the doctor, “You need to let that go.”
Mayuri scowled. “Let what go?”
“Whatever happened between you and Nemu’s mother.”
He glared at the younger man. “That’s not your business.”
“I know it’s not,” Akon replied as if he were talking about the weather, “but what happened between you two is eating at you and you take it out on your daughter- either because she’s a reminder of the time or the woman, I don’t know. But you need to let it go.”
“And why would you care?” Mayuri snapped.
And Akon almost answered. He almost said, ‘because it’s sabotaging any chance of your happiness’. But he shrugged and said, “Just an observation.”
Tetsu, Ran – Trust
She licked her lips, looking up at him with an expression far too mischievous for someone’s good. And with Tetsu being the only one around, he had a feeling that someone was him.
“You can trust me.”
And he did. Hot damn did he ever. And even if he didn’t, the sound of his fly coming undone and Ran’s fingers delving into his jeans shorted out any potential argument.
Eyeshield 21
Jyuumonji, Sena - Quick and Strong
Jyuumonji, Sena – PDA
Togano, Rui - Bigger, Better PDA
Hiruma, Mamori – Adapting
Mamori’s first order of business as team manager was to carry around a full first-aid kit anywhere the team went. She saw to their every need, juggling their every need the larger they became. And then Hiruma started piling tasks and jobs on her- many of which was normally out of a manager’s range. Admittedly it took her a bit, but Mamori managed to complete his every command and soon could pull up any information he needed in a matter of seconds.
When, one day in their third year, he told her outright they were dating, Mamori didn’t even bat an eye and just asked, “so last year didn’t count?” As they split to different colleges, Hiruma would send her bored e-mails and text messages (mainly during classes) and would tell her he wanted her to be at his next game. She’d e-mail or text him back with a ‘don’t you have better things to do during class’ and ‘I’ll be busy that day’ but she never missed a game.
Once, on a day Hiruma seemed exceptionally bored, Mamori received an e-mail with an attached photo depicting a sexual position in which one of the two had to be double-jointed or a contortionist. Hiruma bed she wouldn’t be able to do that once he got back from spring training in a few months. He wasn’t at all upset when she proved him wrong.
Afterwards, draped proudly over Hiruma’s chest, Mamori told him that she could handle any challenge he threw at her. Hiruma just grinned back and said he never expected anything less.
Fullmetal Alchemist
Havoc, Roy – Repurposed
“Let’s see, what else?”
“We’ve got ‘boost morale’, ‘encourage relations among units’, ‘boost recruiting’… what else would we need?”
“You know, maybe the reason they didn’t like it is because it wouldn’t fit right with the current female uniform. The long, sexy legs and a stiff, boring top.”
“….Lieutenant, you may be on to something. We should purpose an entire change of the female uniform.”
“Something a little more form-fitting.”
“Low neckline.”
“And without the undershirt.”
The door to the office opened and Hawkeye peered inside. “Colonel Mustang, you and Lt. Havoc have been in here for two hours now. What have you been discussing?”
The two men offered her wavering smiles. “Er… nothing having to do with repurposing the miniskirt proposal. How silly that would be, right, Havoc?”
The rapport of a gun answered for everyone. “Sir, please don’t neglect your duties.” That said, Hawkeye exited the office. Havoc and Roy looked at the paper they had been bent over- now with a brand new hole right in the middle of it –and exchanged glances.
“Man, when the Lieutenant shoots down an idea-“
“Shut up, Havoc.”
One Piece
Luffy, Zoro - I'm the Boss
Robin, Nami - It's a Girl Thing
Wiper, Kamakiri – Blood
They collapsed, panting, shuddering, still to weak to move. Kamakiri looked at his hand. What he had initially figured was dripping sweat (but knew by scent it wasn’t) and saw streaks of blood the traveled down the bones of knuckles. “Idiot,” he said breathlessly, “I told you you’d reopen your wounds.”
Wiper said nothing- Kamakiri didn’t expect him to. Tenderness was not something given freely among their people, even less between warriors. But Wiper wrapped his arms around Kamakiri’s chest and placed an almost soft kiss between his wings.
“Wiper?”
Those early hours still crash loudly in Wiper’s mind and he presses into the still healing wound Kamakiri got from protecting Raki earlier. He remembered watching Kamakiri- his friends and followers –caught in the Ordeal of Strings, heard and saw fellow Shandians dying, forced himself to forget them. He remembered Raki, how she said Kamakiri lost to Enerl, watched as the god damn near killed her. Even where he was caged Wiper could smell burnt flesh and hair, felt sick to his stomach as he watched the pirate doctor heal her, couldn’t watch as they recovered Kamakiri- as still as death and nearly as lifeless.
He didn’t notice when Kamakiri- alive, healthy, getting stronger with each day –turned in his arms and pressed his thumbs against Wiper’s jaw, where tears trailed down the skin and his teeth were clenched so tightly. He tucked his face against Kamakiri’s chest, clutching at him desperately and Kamakiri did nothing but hold his friend just as tightly.
“Never again,” he whispered brokenly, “never again…”
Zoro, Sanji - Trying it Out
“Forget it.”
Zoro boggled. “What?”
“Forget it. I’m not doing it.”
“You already agreed to do it!”
“And now I’m saying fuck you, sick-freak swordsman! I’m not doing it!”
Zoro narrowed his eyes at the cook. “Look, you’re already halfway dressed.”
Sanji threw the feather duster and maidcap at Zoro. “Forget it! Frilly skirts are one thing, but I’m not putting on any damned panties!”
Red vs. Blue
Blue Army – Idle Hands
“Church?”
“What?”
“I’m bored.”
“Yes. I figured that out when you told me two minutes ago. And every two minutes for the past hour.”
“Church.” Tex persisted. “I’m bored.”
“I know!” He snapped. “What the hell am I supposed to do about it?”
“Gimme my rigle back. I want to shoot something.”
“No, Tex.”
“Can I have it back so I can shoot the Reds?”
“For the last time, there’s no Red or Blue!”
She rolled her eyes. “As I’m a Freelancer, Red and Blue never mattered to me, remember?”
There was a pause. “Cold-ass bitch.”
“Can I have it back to shoot Tucker, at least?”
“She said she was bored!” Tucker protested. “I offered to show her what I did when I got bored!”
“Ew,” Church grimaced, “now I want to shoot you.”
“Yeah. Too bad your aim sucks ass.”
Church turned to Tex. “Why don’t you just beat him bare handed?”
“What, an touch him?”
“Good point.”
They thought for a moment.
“Hey, wait a second. Where the hell is Caboose?”
Tex blinked. “Him? He’s out by Sheila. Said something about ‘making a baby’.”
“Bow-chika-wow-“
“Shut up, Tucker. What do you mean ‘baby’?”
“He was just making a little model tank out of some wood and stuff. Pain it blue. Call it Sheila Jr. I don’t know.”
The object of their discussion came running in. “Church! Church!”
“Oh God. What, Caboose?”
An indescribable lump of… something was shoved into his face. “Sheila Jr. isn’t breathing! Church! Give her mouth to mouth!”
The base fairly rang in silence.
“You know what?” Church said. “I think I’m going to join the Reds.”
“Can I have my rifle back and shoot you?”
“No. Bitch.”
“Dick.”
Skip Tracers
Q, Kylan, Rin - Loud Music
Rin’s choice of music was dictated by where he grew up, his little island home in the middle of the world’s biggest ocean and only discovered by the rest of civilization a little less than 100 years ago. An island so small and isolated and difficult to get to their music taste was still decades behind and since coming to the mainland and joining the Tracers, Rin’s exposure to music was almost as much a culture shock as his great-grandparents watching their first seaplane touch down in the bay.
So when 6th squad asked Rin’s group if they wanted to see a punk show with them, only Q (in a word) said yes. Rin agreed mainly to keep an eye on Q (6th squad may be their buddies,but Q is an easy guy to loose in a crowd).
And since no one deigned to explain just what punk or punk show meant, Rin was simultaneously blasted deaf and rocked around like an assault. It was all he could do to drag himself and Q out of the slamfest. They stood at the least active, quietest corner in the bar (though Q looked upset over something) and Rin couldn’t help but wonder what happened to his fellow Tracers.
It wasn’t until halfway through the show Kylan managed to find them. Her thick hair was mussed and she was out of breath and she had this grin that made Rin rethink he position as the most down-to-earth member of 6th squad.
“Hey,” she shouted over the din, “great show, isn’t it?”
“Is it?”
She pointed at Q. “I wanna take him crowd surfing!”
Rin didn’t know what that meant but felt blood drain from his face regardless. “You want WHAT?”
6th Squad, Cowlan - Please, God, Don't Let it be Our Idiot
Whenever Sgt. Gavrin said, “Gunny, 6th squad’s on the horn for you,” it meant something bad. And when a tiny “/….hey, Gunny./” came on the other end, he knew it was going to be worse than usual.
“Barome,” he gruffed, “what did you three do now?”
“/We didn’t do anything!/”
“/All Third’s fault, any-/”
“/Shh!/”
A thick brow went up at the background remark, but GySgt Cowlan let it pass. “Then what’s going on?”
“/The, um… that lizard we were supposed to be transporting?/”
Figures. “What did you do? It’s not dead, is it?”
“/No!/”
“Better not be, they’re practically extinct, you know.”
“/Yeah, we know./”
“/Only went over it twenty times in the briefing./”
“/Kai!/”
“Get on with it, Barome.”
“/Right, well… we kinda…/”
Hebi piped up again. “/We lost it, Gunny./”
Cowlan set down the phone and put his face in his hands. “…You lost it.”
“/We did not! Don’t listen to him, Gunny!/”
“Then where is it?”
“/…/”
“Barome…”
“/It’s… with Third?/”
“And where is Garland?”
“/Uh…/”
“/Hey, Tio?/”
“/Not now, Kai./”
“/No, really. Tio./”
“/Not now!/”
“/Tio. Seriously./”
“/Wha-…oh shit./”
A distant voice filtered over the phone. “/Is someone climbing up the radio tower??/”
“/Um, Gunny-/”
“Forget it, Barome.” Cowlan said. “I’ll read it in your report.” He slammed the phone down and craddled his head. 6th squad was going to be the end of him.
Third, Kai, Bowen - Flip a Coin
When Kai came up to the table, he looked pale and nervous. “Um, Tio? I think I inadvertently did something stupid. Very stupid.”
While it wasn’t wholly unusual for Kai to be stupid it was never something so stupid he looked frightened over it. Tio leaned back in his chair and bit. “All right. What did you do?”
“Well, Balt was talking about how Bowen has the best arm and aim in the whole division and- I agree, if he’s not the best, he’s damn well close to it.”
“But…?”
Kai swallowed. “But I said throwing around a machete can’t be anywhere near as easy as throwing around a dart and of course Balt had to go tell him that and now…”
Tio felt his stomach plunge to areas previously unknown. Over Kai’s shoulder a crowd was gathering and Bowen, tall and narrow as ever, stood there with an apple in one hand and twirled his weapon of choice like it were a twig between the long fingers of the other.
Kai offered up a shaky smile. “I think we’re going to reenact William Tell and everyone’s arguing about if the apple goes on top my head or in my mouth.”
Tio sighed and dug into his pockets. “Hang on, let me get a coin.”
Kai, Kylan, Q - Hey Little Thing!
When Kai slipped into the closing elevator, he was surprised to find Kylan and Q were already in there. “Hey, little thing!” He said cheerfully.
Kylan glared at him. “Don’t call him that, jackass.” She growled. “Do you always have to be such a-“ an arm propped on top of her head cut her off in mid-tirade.
“Oh, hey Q.” Kai went on. “Didn’t see you aren’t Kylan’s big head.” His voice dropped to a loud whisper. “It’s what makes her so short.”
A punch to the kidneys was his only reply.
Third, Tio, Kai – Burn
Kai was barely out of the shower when the front door closed. Tio was already in the den and both peered at the door where Third held tupperware and looked… confused.
“Hey, Third.” Kai said, as no one else seemed inclined to speak. “Thought you went to see the 8th. They not there?”
“No, they were there.” It was then Kai and Tio realized how gingerly Third was holding the container. “Solo said Duragon and Rin got into another argument before I got there.”
“Yeah?” They nodded at the tupperware. “So what’s that?”
“Solo gave me some lunch, sort of like an apology.” When he looked up at them, Third’s teammates realized he wasn’t confused. He was wary.
And that made them wary. “Did… Did Rin make it?”
“No. He left before then. Solo said he did.”
Before Third even finished the sentence the tupperware was thrown off the balcony.
Bleach
Kuukaku, Mayur, Nemu – Positive
Shuuhei, Yumi – Pwned
Ganjyu, Hanatarou - Prince of a Noble House
Hisagi, Tousen - Noticed Too Late
Kuukaku, Mayuri – Frustrating
Shunsui, Jyuushirou – Aftermath
Di Roy, Grimmjaw – Planning
Arrancar – Porn
Aizen looked over his newly created Arrancar proudly. “My dear comrades,” he told the collective smoothly, “you’ve all mastered your skills wonderfully, have fully accepted your new forms. Your training has been complete- all else you must learn from experience.
“Now,” to their surprise, Aizen threw back his robe, standing boldly naked beneath it, “I’ll shall teach you ‘fun’.”
Kira - Might Have Been
Though he knew that his captain was a traitor, that only through careful and intense investigation was it decided Kira was not part of the plan but just a tool, that he knew he should be grateful for the mercy of the General Captain, Kira couldn’t help the deep feeling of despair and loneliness welling inside of him.
If Ichimaru-taichou had merely asked, Kira would have gladly followed him anywhere.
Mayuri, Ikkaku - Similarities and Differences
It was painful for Nemu, watching as her father and Ikkaku stared each other down, refusing to give an inch. She tried to understand where their animosity for each other stemmed from- and part of her did in a small, abstract way. Yet, the more she looked at it, saw the way they watched her, protected her in their own ways, did what they thought was best for her, the more she wondered why they couldn’t see they were more alike than they were different.
Thugs - Love, Actually
Hisagi’s jaw dropped and Iba looked like he might cry. Hisagi took the package- touched, speechless –while Iba pulled Renji and Ikkaku into a hug. “I fucking love you guys.”
It really didn’t take all that much creativity smuggling alcohol from the mortal world, but the intent was there.
Ikkaku, Nemu - Somewhere I Belong
Nemu never really knew what it was like to be comfortable. Whenever she was with her father some part of her always worried that she’d do something wrong, that she’d do something to garner her father’s disapproval. It made her feel too small in her skin- awkward, uncoordinated, as if she’d trip over herself.
Being among the other vice-captains wasn’t much better. They were all fully capable and confident in themselves and their captains. She never feared her father, just her own inadequacies and seeing how the other captains relied on their vice-captains made her feel useless.
Ikkaku, though, looked at her in a way no one else ever had before. Not with critical suspicion or pity, but as if she were… normal. Familiar. As if he genuinely liked watching what she did. The few times she gave input at a meeting, the way she’d focus solely on her orders, even when he managed to catch sight of her training Ikkaku only seemed to see what she’s done as impressive.
Though she knew better, Nemu couldn’t help but feel proud at his unabashed gaze. And when he spoke to her, would reach out and touch her, Nemu would marvel at that strange transformation in Ikkaku’s disposition. How his own confidence would become curiosity, how the look of challenge he gave others became awe with her. She felt, in his arms, in his gaze, that he believed she could do anything. And, pressing him against a wall, leaning into his lips, Nemu almost believed it, too.
Ikkaku, Nemu – Forgetting
Sometimes Ikkaku forgot their relationship was a secret. He’d look at Nemu a little too long, too intently, give her too many quick smiles, walk a little too closely to her…
He couldn’t help it, he had to reassure himself because, after all this time, he couldn’t figure out how he got her or how he managed to keep her. He couldn’t seem to remember that this wasn’t a dream, that she really chose to be with him.
And a part of him kept forgetting that, so he had to find some way to get her to look at him, smile for him, blush in that soft way that made his heart race. Just to remind himself that he truly was the luckiest man in the world.
mercy_street_rpShuuhei, Yumi, Tetsu - Now This is More like it!
Grimmjaw, Urquiola – Apathy
Shunsui, Shinji - Understanding
Akon, Mayu – Brains
“This is disgusting. Take it back.”
Akon narrowed his eyes. “What am I, your waiter?”
“You brought me this drivel, so do something about it.”
“You asked for it.”
“And when I order something to eat,” Mayuri said slowly, “I want it to be edible.” He shoved th tray of ‘not food’ at Akon, who gave the older doctor a long, hard look before giving him a tight-lipped smile.
“Very well, then.” He picked up the tray before shuffling across the cafeteria, hunched over and making a grotesque face, exclaiming loudly, “A brain! I need a brain for my master!”
As eyes started turning towards him, Mayuri felt it prudent to beat a hasty retreat out of there.
Shuuhei, Yumi, Ikkaku - Ironing Out the Differences
Ikkaku lifted his hand and glared at the handcuff that was attached to it. Then he glared at Hisagi, attached at the other end. “Yumi. What. The fuck.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Yumichika said imperiously. “I really should have known, but I was too close to the problem to see it for what it really was. Until, that is, the ‘event’ last week.”
The handcuffed men couldn’t help but flush. “Look, that was just-“
“I mean, really. No one can hate someone that much after so long. I should’ve seen it for what it really is.” He leaned in close to the two. “Repressed sexual tension.”
They spluttered. “WHAT!?”
“I know! It’s so obvious! You’ve been trying to get into each other’s pants from the beginning but never knew how to breach (aha) the subject. And then I enter the picture and everything gets all jumbled up and now both of you aren’t certain what to do.” Yumi sighed dramatically. “But that ‘event’ in the bar was just a one-time incident, I may be able to let it go. However,” he glared primly at the two, “if I end up losing Shuuhei to Ikkaku of all people, I demand compensation.”
Both men blurted out, “I fucking hate this guy!”
“Do you really? Or are you just saying that?”
“What??” They pointed accusatory fingers at each other. “He’s a fuckin’ jackass! He’s an absolute retard! You can’t be serious!”
“Then kiss.”
The two were struck speechless.
“Go on.” Yumi encouraged. “If it really did mean nothing and was just some totally unforeseen mistake, a kiss shouldn’t matter, right? But if there is something going on, I will see it. And I won’t uncuff you until you do.”
“You gotta be kiddin’ me!” Ikkaku blurted out. “How is that gonna-“
A hand pulled him down by the back of the neck and a strange tongue invaded his mouth. Hisagi shoved the bartender away roughly. “There.” He told Yumichika. “Nothing. Now let us-“
A blow to the jaw sent Hisagi sprawling, the handcuffs dragging Ikkaku down on top of him.
“You fucking idiot! Get off me!”
“Goddamn perv! The fuck you think yer doin’?”
And Yumichika wanted to shake his head and be upset about this, but, he had to admit, watching the two of them wrestle around like that was really hot.
Kenpachi, Yumichika - The Hell're You?
When Kenpachi got tired of waiting for the boy’s slow ass (they had a truck coming to restock the bar, you don’t keep drivers waiting) he went up to the apartment with every intent of smacking the kid around.
But when he threw open the door, Kenpachi was surprised to find… it smelled like food in there. Actual food and not some Hungry Man shit. A head popped out from the corner. “Hello,” the head greeted, “do we know you?”
Kenpachi frowned. “If by ‘we’ you mean the three boneheads that live here, yes. Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Yumichika. Pleased to meet you.”
“Kenpachi. Where’s Ikkaku?”
So this Ikkaku’s boss? Seemed fitting. “He’s in the shower.” Yumi twittered. “You know how long nights are. Would you like to stay for brunch? You need to be properly reenergize after all!” He said with a wink and wide smile.
Kenpachi looked at Yumi with the look of someone who has an idea of what’s going on and seriously hoping he’s wrong. “Who,” he asked again, “the hell are you?”
“I just stayed the night is all. Oh, could you be a dear and remind me to talk to Ikkaku about his mattress? Those springs are so uncomfortable it’s amazing he gets any sleep at ALL, never mind doing anything else on it.”
“Yumi, who’re you talkin’ to?” Ikkaku came to a halt in the hall, dripping wet and in a towel. “Er… hey Boss. It’s um, that late already?”
Kenpachi looked from his boy and the fruit and back again. “How long has this been going on, exactly?”
Kenpachi, Ikkaku, Tetsu - Father Figure
“The fuck is it to you? Get the fuck outta here!” He shouted at the boys’ retreating backs. He turned to where Tetsu was picking himself off the ground. “You okay?”
He sniffled, wiping blood from his nose on the back of his hand. “Don’t need yer help.”
“I didn’t ask if you did. I asked if yer alright.”
“’M fine.” But he looked down on himself. “Mom’s gonna be pissed.”
“Che. Too bad fer that.” The other kid stuffed his hands in his pockets and sauntered off. “You wanted help, I coulda took ya somewhere. No questions asked, no parents told.”
Tetsu watched the swaggering figure for a moment before he followed. They passed through a series of alleys before the boy approached heavy double doors and produced a key. Pushing through them, they entered a large room with a large man, cleaning one of the various tables in the place.
“Hey, Boss!” The boy said, heading toward a bar spanning the wall. “Got inna fight. Where’s the first-aid kit?”
The man- ‘Boss’ –rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna havta shackle ya to yer room, ain’t I? What was it this time?”
“Nothin’.” Tetsu stood stupidly as the two conversed. “They just pissed me off.”
“Yeah?” Boss eyed the quiet guest. “An’ who’s that?”
“Dunno.”
“By the ice chest, brat. Where it’s always been.” He looked at Tetsu and jerked a finger to the bar. “Were you fightin’ the brat?”
He shook his head, wide-eyed. “Ah, n-no. He… he helped me. These kids were beatin’ me up an’ he just-“ his breath got knocked out by a first-aid kit to the gut.
“Did nothin’.” Aforementioned ‘brat’ said shortly. “Just felt like it.” He glared at the tall man in defiance.
And the man completely ignored it. “An’ why were they beatin’ up on ya?”
Tetsu looked down. “’Cuz I got no dad.”
“The fuck do they know?” The boy said loudly, popping open the box and digging for bandages. “Bet their dads’re all lazy assholes anyway!” Knuckles rapped sharply against his head. “Hey!”
“Get yer guest a drink.”
“He ain’t my guest! He followed me here!”
“Get ‘im a drink, brat.”
“Che.” He glared at the man but asked, “You want somethin’?”
“Water’s fine. Orange juice if you got some.”
“This is a bar. We got anythin’ you could think of!” A moment later, two glasses of juice sat between the two boys as they pasted bandaids on themselves. “’M Ikkaku, by the way.”
“Tetsu. And thanks.”
Tetsu, Ikkaku, Hitsu – Caffeine
He wasn’t paying attention when the customers came up to the counter, trying to get the energy to finish his geology worksheet in front of him. Well, that was in front of him and was now suddenly in the possession of one of the aforementioned customers.
“Wuzzis? Sedimentary layer?” The person asked, peering at the paper through a pair of shades (shades, in doors, oh please). “How many classes do you take?”
Hitsugaya glared- he knew those shades anywhere. “Enough. Gimme me homework back.”
Iba’s apparent buddy elbowed him in the side. “You been hittin’ up the middle school again?”
“Naw, he’s in my math class.”
“You serious?” The bald man looked shocked. “He doesn’t look old enough to be workin’!”
“I’m 18!” Hitsugaya said, going from ‘glare’ to ‘simmer’.
“Yo, Hitsu,” Iba said, “ain’t it a bit late for you to be workin’? We got class tomorrow afternoon.”
“Isn’t it a bit late for you to be renting movies?” He retorted, nodding at the DVD resting between them. Stealth? Were they serious?
Iba’s buddy snorted. “He could use two hours of consciousness. Even if it’s just to watch shit blow up. You look like you’ve been up for a day as it is.”
Hitsugaya rolled his eyes. “I got caffeine, thanks.”
“You want somethin’ good to drink, I’ve got three things that’ll do you more good than any caffeine.”
“Listen to the man.” Iba said. “He’s a bartender. He knows his drinks.”
“If any of those is milk, you can stop right now.”
“Got two things that’re better than caffeine.” The bald guy said relentlessly. “Orange juice and soy milk. ‘Specially the ones fortified with calcium.”
Hitsugaya bristled again. “I’m not short!”
“Tell me that when yer off the booster seat.”
“Do you want your damned movie or not?”
“I dunno.” He turned to Iba with a wide grin. “I think teasin’ yer buddy’s more fun than a movie. Whaddya say, Tetsu?”
Hitsugaya answered that by saying to the intercom, “Masuda, cover the register. I’m taking a break.”
Hitsu, Momo - Don't Touch That!
“Now up that hill. Yeah, just like- No! Stay on the path! The PATH! Crap, turn left! Turn, not strafe! Left, left- they’re killing you! Aim first! You’re just wasting ammo! Nonono! Don’t touch that-“
The screen erupted in smoke and dirt and the camera flopped on its side. Hitsugaya screamed into his palms in frustration.
“Shirou-chan,” Momo said slowly, “I don’t approved of you playing such violent games. It makes you so angry.”
He spluttered. “You’re the one that wanted to try one of my games! And stop calling me that!”
Yumi, Ran - I Saw it First
“I saw it first.”
“No, I did.”
“Like hell.”
“Indeed.”
They were starting to gather a crowd. In their hands was a pair of artfully faded jeans with flowers and vines embroidered up one leg.
“They’re tailored for women.” Rangiku said. “They won’t look right without full curves.”
“A leaf curls over the hip and leads the eye to the crotch.” Yumichika sniffed. “Mine is far more interesting than yours.”
Tetsu tried to make it look like he wasn’t with either of the two. How did they keep talking him into going shopping with them?
Shinji, Yumi – Difficult
Yumi pouted and reach across the café table to pat his companion’s hand. “Shinji-kun,” he twittered, “you look absolutely depressed. What’s wrong?”
The Vizord sighed greatly. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask a favor of you.”
“I don’t know,” the host replied, “the guys are getting a little nervous being half-naked around me. Again. It’ll be a while before I can get you more photos.”
“Thank you, Yumi, but I’m in need of a different sort of favor.”
“Oh? What kind?”
“It’s… It’s difficult to say.”
Yumi held onto Shinji’s hand this time. “Tell me, dear. It’s okay.”
“…I need you to introduce me to one of your big’n toughs.”
The other man blinked. “Are you certain? Eyecandy they may be, but their personalities can be somewhat less than desirable.”
“Whatever they give me,” Shinji noted dryly, “I’m sure will be better than my hand.”
Shuuhei, Yumi, Ran – Awkward
Yumi sighed, exhausted but happy. “Oh, I needed that.” He pulled Rangiku in an awkward hug of bags. “Thank you for coming shopping with me!”
“My pleasure.” She grinned in return. “It’s nice to go out with someone with actual taste for once.”
“Ugh, don’t I know it?”
“Do you want to share a cab back?”
Yumi fluttered. “No thanks! My boyfriend called while you were trying on those dresses. He managed to get off work early.”
“Lucky.” Rangiku said, bending to massage a calf. “My ex never let me know when he got off.”
“If you want, I could have him drop you off at your place.”
She smiled in relief. “Really? Thank God- I don’t think I have enough for a cab on my own.”
“It’s not problem at all. In fact,” Yumi threw his arms out wide, “there he is!”
“Hey, Babe. Ready to go?”
Rangiku’s face closed into a cold mask as she turned and glared, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to. “Shuuhei.” She said icily.
Shuuhei froze in his tracks, hand coming up to his face. “Shit.”
Yumi glanced at the two, first one, then the other, then back for a moment. “Shuuhei,” he said in his darkly sweet way, “do you know each other?”
Ikkaku, Kenpachi - Potential
What the fuck? Why the hell was he stuck babysitting some alleybrat? He had enough shit to worry about without a little smart-mouthed kid in the picture.
“But Kenpachi,” Retsu had told him in her venomously sweet way, “the poor boy needs a home and some guidance.”
“Send ‘im to a fuckin’ military academy.”
“He’s a lot smarter than you give him credit for. He has a good memory, good sense of pattern, an eye for detail-“
“The fuck do I care?”
“He notices things people usually don’t.” And she smiled at him like he saw it her way. “Very much like you, really.”
Kenpachi snorted but dropped the subject. He couldn’t argue with Retsu- no one in their right mind could when she got in that mood. Still surprised the hell out of him when he found the boy in the bar one day, tossing some darts he found… God knows where. Kenpachi never had a full set. He always lost or broke most of his darts.
Instead of asking “what the fuck are you doing here?”, “I thought you were left handed,” came out instead.
The boy didn’t even pause to glare. “Can’t really use my left arm right now, can I?”
Goddamn he wanted to smack the mouth of the brat, except Retsu forbade him hurting the boy so long as that bandage was on his chest. Kenpachi scowled down at the boy, watching him chase the bulls-eye around. Eventually the scowl turned to a frown, then the frown to something quizzical. Eventually Kenpachi dragged up a chair and Ikkaku paused long enough to sneer at the man before retrieving the darts again.
It only took a few more throws before Kenpachi realized what he was looking for. Each throw, Ikkaku’s wrist switched angles- not randomly, they were all fairly consistent changes.
“Oi, brat.”
“What, geezer?”
He scowled at the back of the kid’s head. “Why’d you keep changin’ yer throws?”
The last dark thunked on the board, still off target, but the groups getting progressively tighter. “’Cuz yer darts suck ass. They’re don’t arc the same ‘cuz they’re all different weights.”
Kenpachi couldn’t help a small grin. “Hn.” Maybe the kid had some potential in him after all.
Zaraki, Unohana - Last Time
Retsu smiled at Kenpachi and said, “Can I ask you for a favor?”
The man immediately scowled. “No.”
“Why not?” She asked, smile not depleting in the least.
“The last time you asked for a favor smilin’ like that, I picked up a stray.”
“And?”
“And he’s been nothing but trouble. And he’s been picking up strays of his own and they’ve been trouble.”
“And? I told you it wouldn’t be easy, but it would even out in the end.” Retsu put her hands on Kenpachi’s shoulders. “Are you telling me your strays don’t make you happy, or even the slightest bit proud?”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Kenpachi sighed. “What do you need?”
Ikkaku, Ran – Idiot
“Would you stop squirming?”
“I dunno, think you could get some fuckin’ bedside manner?”
In response, she doused his knuckles with disinfectant.
“Owow- fuck! Bitch, I gotta pour with that hand!”
“Is that what you call it now?” She grabbed his wrist again, bringing the bleeding hand back to her. “Hold still you big, bald baby.”
For a moment there was silence between them.
“Idiot.”
She looked up from cleaning the torn knuckles. “What?”
“Yer a fuckin’ idiot.” He wasn’t quite glaring at her, but then he wasn’t really looking at her, either. “I keep tellin’ ya, someone gives you trouble, let me know. But you never do.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“An’ five minutes ago?”
“Fluke.”
“Yer ass if I weren’t there.”
She tugged harshly at his wrist, just because it was the only thing she could do. “Look, sometimes people get lucky, sometimes they don’t.”
“Then don’t give ‘em a change to get lucky. I ain’t jokin’ here. I don’t like my friends gettin’ hurt.”
And she looked at him and his stubborn expression and the worry he tried so hard to suppress, then she turned back to his hand and couldn’t keep hold of the ire at his convoluted semi-gallantry. “…idiot.”
Ikkaku, Renji, Tetsu - What Boss Says
“Wait- Ikkaku is WHERE?”
Renji rolled his eyes. “This is what you get for sleeping all day, you know. Look, yesterday someone was trying to cause some trouble in the Brigand.”
Tetsu nodded. “Right.”
“An’ Ikkaku told the guy to get the fuck outta his bar.”
“Right. He’d do that.”
“Yeah, but he never calls it his unless he’s runnin’ the joint. ‘Cept he forgot Kenpachi was hangin’ ‘round, just to catch up with some of the regulars.”
Tetsu sighed painfully. “And the idiot called it ‘his bar’.”
“Kenpachi knows he calls it that- what the hell doesn’t he know that goes on in his bar?”
“Point.”
“So he tells Ikkaku if he wants the bar that bad, he should pay rent for the place, haggle with distributors, deal with inspectors, shit like that.”
“And what did he say?”
“Said he would, but yer school is suckin’ him dry.”
“…” Tetsu said. “Punk-ass bitch.”
Renji just grinned. “Kenpachi told ‘im, you need money that badly, I got some jobs you can do.”
“And that’s why Ikkaku’s cleanin’ out the septic tank?”
“Yup.”
Tetsu leaned back with a grin. Life was good.
Ikkaku, Tetsu – Beer
“Hey, Ikkaku? You might wanna brace yourself.”
“Why?”
“We got no more beer.”
Ikkaku damn near flailed. “WHAT? We live above a bar for fuck’s sake! How can we not have beer?”
“Dunno, man. We just… don’t.”
There was a pause.
“Tetsu?”
“Yeah?”
“Did your shirt just go clink?”
“Naw.”
“Yeah? So t hen you ain’t gettin’ goosebumps, either?”
“Yer hallucinating. ‘S the alcohol withdraw.”
“Tetsu.”
“Hm?”
“Why is all our beer under yer shirt?”
“I don’t know what yer talkin’ ‘bout- whoop!” He clinked dangerously around the room. “Ikkaku! Retsu catches you runnin’ ‘round like this, she’ll get pissed!”
“Vicadin or not- you ain’t takin’ my beer away!”
Hitsu, Rukia, Tetsu, Momo – Cramming
Hitsugaya growled out, “Momo. We’re trying to study. We don’t want to play your guinea pig.”
“Don’t listen to the ingrate.” Tetsu said, holding out his plate for seconds while Rukia played with her penguin-shaped cake. “I’ll play guinea pig any day.”
Ikkaku, Nemu, Shuuhei, Yumi – Understanding
“-and she’s far too beautiful and kind for the likes of you. And intelligent, too. And so talented!”
“GodDAMMIT, Yumi!” Ikkaku slapped a hand against the table. “E-fucking-nough! I’m sick to goddamn death of you sayin’ I ain’ good enough fer Nemu!”
“Well you’re not.” Yumichika sniffed primly. “Besides, it never bothered you before when I criticized your dating material.”
He glared at the host. “Well I don’t fuckin’ care! I like Nemu- a lot –so take yer whiny bitchin’ and shove it! I sick of that shit!”
Yumichika looked positively aghast. “You don’t like that I don’t approve?”
Ikkaku glared back. “Approvin’ or not ain’t the issue- this is my choice, not yours. You just won’t shut up about it.”
“Well, in that case,” Yumi leaned in and it was probably the closest he ever came to sneering at Ikkaku, “welcome to my world.”
Ikkaku Tetsu, Ran - Didn't Need to Know
It was because he was getting laid. And had a girlfriend he actually liked. That’s why Tetsu wouldn’t shut up no matter what Ikkaku said or how loud he said it.
“-and then there’s this spot on her neck that gets her goin’ like NOTHIN’-“
Ikkaku looked horrified. “TETSU! I have to WORK with her tonight!”
Ikkaku, Nemu – Cooking
Nemu had been told a number of times that she had changed Ikkaku and every time she was told that it was followed by an emphatic ‘thank you’. Nemu didn’t understand how she could have changed him when she never asked him to. But Yumi smiled broadly at her not long ago and told her that Ikkaku had been so much cuter ever since she came into his life. Nemu didn’t know what to say asides from ‘thank you’.
It wasn’t until she returned to their shared apartment that night and found dinner waiting for her on the table did Nemu begin to understand.
Ikkaku, though not an utter failure as a cook (so long as it was grilling) had made her dinner. Dinner that, if she remembered correctly, she had told Yumichika a week ago she wanted to try but hadn’t had the time to make it.
Nemu sat down at the table and looked over the spread, unable to keep from smiling.
Shunsui, Jyuushirou – I’ve got you
The stepladder was a little rickety, but Shunsui held it steady with a smile that said, “I’ve got it.”
A book slipped out of the stack Jyuushirou brought up with him and Shunsui picked it up off the ground with an easy, “I’ve got it!”
A coughing welled up deep in his chest, Jyuushirou shoved the books onto a shelf before nearly doubling over, coughing so hard he had trouble breathing. Hands were on his hips, guiding him down the steps and to a chair. And all the while Shunsui tucked him in close and muttered, “It’s all right. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
Akon, Mayuri - Letting Go
Mayuri didn’t know how exactly the young doctor found out about his sordid affair all those years ago and he would’ve been happier not knowing he knew. But Akon, somehow managing to rope himself into a dinner with Mayuri and his daughter and a number of other dinners as well. But he kept mostly to himself, and the silence of the dinners was preserved.
In the hospital’s break room Akon told the doctor, “You need to let that go.”
Mayuri scowled. “Let what go?”
“Whatever happened between you and Nemu’s mother.”
He glared at the younger man. “That’s not your business.”
“I know it’s not,” Akon replied as if he were talking about the weather, “but what happened between you two is eating at you and you take it out on your daughter- either because she’s a reminder of the time or the woman, I don’t know. But you need to let it go.”
“And why would you care?” Mayuri snapped.
And Akon almost answered. He almost said, ‘because it’s sabotaging any chance of your happiness’. But he shrugged and said, “Just an observation.”
Tetsu, Ran – Trust
She licked her lips, looking up at him with an expression far too mischievous for someone’s good. And with Tetsu being the only one around, he had a feeling that someone was him.
“You can trust me.”
And he did. Hot damn did he ever. And even if he didn’t, the sound of his fly coming undone and Ran’s fingers delving into his jeans shorted out any potential argument.
Eyeshield 21
Jyuumonji, Sena - Quick and Strong
Jyuumonji, Sena – PDA
Togano, Rui - Bigger, Better PDA
Hiruma, Mamori – Adapting
Mamori’s first order of business as team manager was to carry around a full first-aid kit anywhere the team went. She saw to their every need, juggling their every need the larger they became. And then Hiruma started piling tasks and jobs on her- many of which was normally out of a manager’s range. Admittedly it took her a bit, but Mamori managed to complete his every command and soon could pull up any information he needed in a matter of seconds.
When, one day in their third year, he told her outright they were dating, Mamori didn’t even bat an eye and just asked, “so last year didn’t count?” As they split to different colleges, Hiruma would send her bored e-mails and text messages (mainly during classes) and would tell her he wanted her to be at his next game. She’d e-mail or text him back with a ‘don’t you have better things to do during class’ and ‘I’ll be busy that day’ but she never missed a game.
Once, on a day Hiruma seemed exceptionally bored, Mamori received an e-mail with an attached photo depicting a sexual position in which one of the two had to be double-jointed or a contortionist. Hiruma bed she wouldn’t be able to do that once he got back from spring training in a few months. He wasn’t at all upset when she proved him wrong.
Afterwards, draped proudly over Hiruma’s chest, Mamori told him that she could handle any challenge he threw at her. Hiruma just grinned back and said he never expected anything less.
Fullmetal Alchemist
Havoc, Roy – Repurposed
“Let’s see, what else?”
“We’ve got ‘boost morale’, ‘encourage relations among units’, ‘boost recruiting’… what else would we need?”
“You know, maybe the reason they didn’t like it is because it wouldn’t fit right with the current female uniform. The long, sexy legs and a stiff, boring top.”
“….Lieutenant, you may be on to something. We should purpose an entire change of the female uniform.”
“Something a little more form-fitting.”
“Low neckline.”
“And without the undershirt.”
The door to the office opened and Hawkeye peered inside. “Colonel Mustang, you and Lt. Havoc have been in here for two hours now. What have you been discussing?”
The two men offered her wavering smiles. “Er… nothing having to do with repurposing the miniskirt proposal. How silly that would be, right, Havoc?”
The rapport of a gun answered for everyone. “Sir, please don’t neglect your duties.” That said, Hawkeye exited the office. Havoc and Roy looked at the paper they had been bent over- now with a brand new hole right in the middle of it –and exchanged glances.
“Man, when the Lieutenant shoots down an idea-“
“Shut up, Havoc.”
One Piece
Luffy, Zoro - I'm the Boss
Robin, Nami - It's a Girl Thing
Wiper, Kamakiri – Blood
They collapsed, panting, shuddering, still to weak to move. Kamakiri looked at his hand. What he had initially figured was dripping sweat (but knew by scent it wasn’t) and saw streaks of blood the traveled down the bones of knuckles. “Idiot,” he said breathlessly, “I told you you’d reopen your wounds.”
Wiper said nothing- Kamakiri didn’t expect him to. Tenderness was not something given freely among their people, even less between warriors. But Wiper wrapped his arms around Kamakiri’s chest and placed an almost soft kiss between his wings.
“Wiper?”
Those early hours still crash loudly in Wiper’s mind and he presses into the still healing wound Kamakiri got from protecting Raki earlier. He remembered watching Kamakiri- his friends and followers –caught in the Ordeal of Strings, heard and saw fellow Shandians dying, forced himself to forget them. He remembered Raki, how she said Kamakiri lost to Enerl, watched as the god damn near killed her. Even where he was caged Wiper could smell burnt flesh and hair, felt sick to his stomach as he watched the pirate doctor heal her, couldn’t watch as they recovered Kamakiri- as still as death and nearly as lifeless.
He didn’t notice when Kamakiri- alive, healthy, getting stronger with each day –turned in his arms and pressed his thumbs against Wiper’s jaw, where tears trailed down the skin and his teeth were clenched so tightly. He tucked his face against Kamakiri’s chest, clutching at him desperately and Kamakiri did nothing but hold his friend just as tightly.
“Never again,” he whispered brokenly, “never again…”
Zoro, Sanji - Trying it Out
“Forget it.”
Zoro boggled. “What?”
“Forget it. I’m not doing it.”
“You already agreed to do it!”
“And now I’m saying fuck you, sick-freak swordsman! I’m not doing it!”
Zoro narrowed his eyes at the cook. “Look, you’re already halfway dressed.”
Sanji threw the feather duster and maidcap at Zoro. “Forget it! Frilly skirts are one thing, but I’m not putting on any damned panties!”
Red vs. Blue
Blue Army – Idle Hands
“Church?”
“What?”
“I’m bored.”
“Yes. I figured that out when you told me two minutes ago. And every two minutes for the past hour.”
“Church.” Tex persisted. “I’m bored.”
“I know!” He snapped. “What the hell am I supposed to do about it?”
“Gimme my rigle back. I want to shoot something.”
“No, Tex.”
“Can I have it back so I can shoot the Reds?”
“For the last time, there’s no Red or Blue!”
She rolled her eyes. “As I’m a Freelancer, Red and Blue never mattered to me, remember?”
There was a pause. “Cold-ass bitch.”
“Can I have it back to shoot Tucker, at least?”
“She said she was bored!” Tucker protested. “I offered to show her what I did when I got bored!”
“Ew,” Church grimaced, “now I want to shoot you.”
“Yeah. Too bad your aim sucks ass.”
Church turned to Tex. “Why don’t you just beat him bare handed?”
“What, an touch him?”
“Good point.”
They thought for a moment.
“Hey, wait a second. Where the hell is Caboose?”
Tex blinked. “Him? He’s out by Sheila. Said something about ‘making a baby’.”
“Bow-chika-wow-“
“Shut up, Tucker. What do you mean ‘baby’?”
“He was just making a little model tank out of some wood and stuff. Pain it blue. Call it Sheila Jr. I don’t know.”
The object of their discussion came running in. “Church! Church!”
“Oh God. What, Caboose?”
An indescribable lump of… something was shoved into his face. “Sheila Jr. isn’t breathing! Church! Give her mouth to mouth!”
The base fairly rang in silence.
“You know what?” Church said. “I think I’m going to join the Reds.”
“Can I have my rifle back and shoot you?”
“No. Bitch.”
“Dick.”
Skip Tracers
Q, Kylan, Rin - Loud Music
Rin’s choice of music was dictated by where he grew up, his little island home in the middle of the world’s biggest ocean and only discovered by the rest of civilization a little less than 100 years ago. An island so small and isolated and difficult to get to their music taste was still decades behind and since coming to the mainland and joining the Tracers, Rin’s exposure to music was almost as much a culture shock as his great-grandparents watching their first seaplane touch down in the bay.
So when 6th squad asked Rin’s group if they wanted to see a punk show with them, only Q (in a word) said yes. Rin agreed mainly to keep an eye on Q (6th squad may be their buddies,but Q is an easy guy to loose in a crowd).
And since no one deigned to explain just what punk or punk show meant, Rin was simultaneously blasted deaf and rocked around like an assault. It was all he could do to drag himself and Q out of the slamfest. They stood at the least active, quietest corner in the bar (though Q looked upset over something) and Rin couldn’t help but wonder what happened to his fellow Tracers.
It wasn’t until halfway through the show Kylan managed to find them. Her thick hair was mussed and she was out of breath and she had this grin that made Rin rethink he position as the most down-to-earth member of 6th squad.
“Hey,” she shouted over the din, “great show, isn’t it?”
“Is it?”
She pointed at Q. “I wanna take him crowd surfing!”
Rin didn’t know what that meant but felt blood drain from his face regardless. “You want WHAT?”
6th Squad, Cowlan - Please, God, Don't Let it be Our Idiot
Whenever Sgt. Gavrin said, “Gunny, 6th squad’s on the horn for you,” it meant something bad. And when a tiny “/….hey, Gunny./” came on the other end, he knew it was going to be worse than usual.
“Barome,” he gruffed, “what did you three do now?”
“/We didn’t do anything!/”
“/All Third’s fault, any-/”
“/Shh!/”
A thick brow went up at the background remark, but GySgt Cowlan let it pass. “Then what’s going on?”
“/The, um… that lizard we were supposed to be transporting?/”
Figures. “What did you do? It’s not dead, is it?”
“/No!/”
“Better not be, they’re practically extinct, you know.”
“/Yeah, we know./”
“/Only went over it twenty times in the briefing./”
“/Kai!/”
“Get on with it, Barome.”
“/Right, well… we kinda…/”
Hebi piped up again. “/We lost it, Gunny./”
Cowlan set down the phone and put his face in his hands. “…You lost it.”
“/We did not! Don’t listen to him, Gunny!/”
“Then where is it?”
“/…/”
“Barome…”
“/It’s… with Third?/”
“And where is Garland?”
“/Uh…/”
“/Hey, Tio?/”
“/Not now, Kai./”
“/No, really. Tio./”
“/Not now!/”
“/Tio. Seriously./”
“/Wha-…oh shit./”
A distant voice filtered over the phone. “/Is someone climbing up the radio tower??/”
“/Um, Gunny-/”
“Forget it, Barome.” Cowlan said. “I’ll read it in your report.” He slammed the phone down and craddled his head. 6th squad was going to be the end of him.
Third, Kai, Bowen - Flip a Coin
When Kai came up to the table, he looked pale and nervous. “Um, Tio? I think I inadvertently did something stupid. Very stupid.”
While it wasn’t wholly unusual for Kai to be stupid it was never something so stupid he looked frightened over it. Tio leaned back in his chair and bit. “All right. What did you do?”
“Well, Balt was talking about how Bowen has the best arm and aim in the whole division and- I agree, if he’s not the best, he’s damn well close to it.”
“But…?”
Kai swallowed. “But I said throwing around a machete can’t be anywhere near as easy as throwing around a dart and of course Balt had to go tell him that and now…”
Tio felt his stomach plunge to areas previously unknown. Over Kai’s shoulder a crowd was gathering and Bowen, tall and narrow as ever, stood there with an apple in one hand and twirled his weapon of choice like it were a twig between the long fingers of the other.
Kai offered up a shaky smile. “I think we’re going to reenact William Tell and everyone’s arguing about if the apple goes on top my head or in my mouth.”
Tio sighed and dug into his pockets. “Hang on, let me get a coin.”
Kai, Kylan, Q - Hey Little Thing!
When Kai slipped into the closing elevator, he was surprised to find Kylan and Q were already in there. “Hey, little thing!” He said cheerfully.
Kylan glared at him. “Don’t call him that, jackass.” She growled. “Do you always have to be such a-“ an arm propped on top of her head cut her off in mid-tirade.
“Oh, hey Q.” Kai went on. “Didn’t see you aren’t Kylan’s big head.” His voice dropped to a loud whisper. “It’s what makes her so short.”
A punch to the kidneys was his only reply.
Third, Tio, Kai – Burn
Kai was barely out of the shower when the front door closed. Tio was already in the den and both peered at the door where Third held tupperware and looked… confused.
“Hey, Third.” Kai said, as no one else seemed inclined to speak. “Thought you went to see the 8th. They not there?”
“No, they were there.” It was then Kai and Tio realized how gingerly Third was holding the container. “Solo said Duragon and Rin got into another argument before I got there.”
“Yeah?” They nodded at the tupperware. “So what’s that?”
“Solo gave me some lunch, sort of like an apology.” When he looked up at them, Third’s teammates realized he wasn’t confused. He was wary.
And that made them wary. “Did… Did Rin make it?”
“No. He left before then. Solo said he did.”
Before Third even finished the sentence the tupperware was thrown off the balcony.
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Date: 2006-04-27 12:12 pm (UTC)i loved the bleach drabbles!! they were awesome!!
but the RED VS BLUE one??? that had me in fits of giggles.
i can so easily see Caboose trying to make a baby with Sheila and him realising that Sheila jr. is not breathing and all. XD
he is so cute. XD
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Date: 2006-04-29 08:39 pm (UTC)I really should do more RvB stuff, I love messing with those guys so much^-^ Oddly enough, Caboose is pretty much the only 'stupid' character that's managed to not only get on my favorites list, but is near the top of it XD
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Date: 2006-04-29 11:54 pm (UTC)i very much agree with that. XD