Eighth day!
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tallulahgsAhah! You thought I was going to miss the eighth day of Christmas? No such luck, have some silly gifts!
[Title] Hospital Visit
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] The Capsules visit an injured Kai. Not related in any way to any other fics involving Kai being injured. Look, if he wanted to stay whole and happy he should've joined the chess club.
Of course they turn up. Why wouldn't they? Kai hears the slam of the door and the voices and the clattering footsteps on the shiny floor before he sees them, so he can sit up in bed a little and smile and push his hair out of his eyes before they've got to his end of the ward.
"Woah, you've got your leg in plaster and everything," Yamagata observes, throwing himself down on the bed and making the frame creak.
"What did you expect?" Kaneda says, grabbing the chair next to the bed and turning it round before he sprawls onto it. "That's what they do when you break your leg, you know."
"Yeah, but I thought you only had it like that - like..."
"In traction," Tetsuo says, leaning on the end of the bed.
"Yeah, whatever... I thought you only had it like that in movies."
"Sometimes the movies are actually right," Kai says, and he feels a smile bursting out of him. Geez, only two days in hospital and already he's getting all mushy. Not surprising, though, right? Ain't like he's had much company here - everyone lies around groaning in hospitals. Stir-crazy. And they're here now, so...
"Oh, yeah..." Kaneda's clutching a plastic bag in one hand, letting it swing against the chair. "We brought you some stuff. Figured you'd be kind of bored here."
"What? Grapes?"
"Yeah, right." Kaneda snorts and upends the bag so that the contents scatter over the bed. Kai grins. There's two packets of cigarettes - "me and Yamagata each put one in -" "Tetsuo didn't have any, cheapskate -" a bar of chocolate - "I reckon you can still eat it, I mean it's only been at the back of the cupboard two months" and several porn magazines - "and we bought them new. I hope you're impressed."
"Oh, I'm very impressed. Not sure how I'm gonna look at 'em without the nurses seeing, though. I can't exactly just take a walk."
As soon as he's said it he notices the other three tense.
"So yeah," Yamagata says, casually. "They gonna have to, like, cut your leg off, then?"
Tetsuo rolls his eyes; Kaneda glances over at the far corner.
"They don't cut people's legs off any more," Kai says. "Unless it's got infected and gone mouldy, anyway."
"I bet they do." Yamagata crosses his arms. "But... I mean, it'd suck to have your leg cut off, I just... it looked pretty bad, didn't it?" He glances at Kaneda and Tetsuo, but neither of them return the look.
"It'll be fine," Kai says. "They've put pins in it. Like, to hold it together..."
He's yelling his head off but he's laughing as well, and the two sounds are gurgling out of him like water pouring down a drain... and the rain is dripping down his neck and the ground is soggy and half his brain is thinking how unpleasant it is getting soaked and the other half is just... is just... freaking out... Yamagata kneeling next to him, looking like he's gonna throw up, and that's funny too... Kaneda running, yelling at Tetsuo to go call an ambulance... and there's red swirling around in the puddles as if he's just washed a paint brush in there...
There's silence, and in the silence the thoughts Kai's been trying to ignore are able to ring out loud and clear. Yamagata came cos he's your friend. Kaneda came cos he's the leader and looks out for everyone. Tetsuo came because Kaneda did.
And no one else came because they're scared.
Because this is what we all pretend will never happen.
The other three don't stay that long - not least because the nurse chases them out. In the silence left behind, Kai stashes the stupid little gifts in the bedside locker, and lies back down again.
[Title] Military Christmas
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] The Colonel has no Christmas spirit.
The Colonel does not believe in celebrating Christmas. Why should he? He has no family, and giving Christmas presents to the soldiers under his command smacks of desperation to be liked. The Colonel has seen officers who are desperate to be liked. It's not pretty.
Equally, he dislikes Christmas cake, he thinks putting up decorations is a waste of time, and he feels that snow is simply a weather condition that makes fighting difficult.
So the presents that he has delivered to the nursery on December 25th are not, in any way shape or form, Christmas presents. They are not even presents. They are... work-related expenses. The children need diversions, otherwise they become restless, and that must not be allowed to happen.
He may have spent several hours in the crowded Neo-Tokyo shopping malls searching for the most appropriate dolls' clothes for Kiyoko, toy train for Takashi, and jigsaw puzzle for Masaru; but as these are simply work-related expenses, he does not present them to the children in person. Therefore he will not be seeing their little faces light up with Christmas morning joy, and so these are most definitely not Christmas presents.
And the homemade card standing on his mantelpiece with To the Colonel, Merry Christmas, Love the Espers is in no way a Christmas card. He's not sure exactly what it is instead, but he'll work that out very soon. Certainly by New Year's Day.
[Title] Christmas at the Hub
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Torchwood
[Notes/Summary] The Torchwood team exchange Christmas presents. Written before episode 10 (Out of Time) aired, so... set sometime around there. *waves hands vaguely*
After the Christmas lunch and the battle against the alien-infested turkey, the team crack open a bottle of wine and exchange presents.
"Before we start," Owen announces, "I should say I don't believe in the, uh, crass commercialisation of Christmas, so I'm afraid I didn't get you lot anything."
"You forgot, didn't you?" Gwen says.
"Too busy with work, that was my problem."
"Does that mean you don't want our presents to you?" Toshiko asks.
"Well, if you're offering them, it'd be rude not to, right?" Owen grabs the parcel Toshiko hands to him and rips it open to find a bottle of aftershave. "Nice one, Tosh. That's actually pretty cool."
Toshiko blushes and glances away.
"Here's mine, Toshiko," Gwen says, passing the present over the empty wine glasses. "Merry Christmas." Toshiko accepts the gift of a bubblebath and soap set with a polite smile, and Gwen herself unwraps Ianto's present to her. "Socks! Oh, and they've got hearts on! Ianto, you shouldn't have."
"You really shouldn't have," Owen says, but under his breath. Toshiko glares at him, but he pretends to be more interested in Jack's gift of a new stopwatch to Ianto.
"What happened to the other stopwatch?" Gwen asks, sipping her wine.
"Work-related accident," Ianto says smoothly. "And I believe it's the captain's turn to receive?"
Jack thanks Gwen for the cologne she gives him with a dashing smile and in return presents her with a beautiful leather-bound diary. "You can write all your Torchwood secrets in this, so we'll know exactly where to look."
Gwen smiles, not meeting his eyes, and takes another gulp of wine. Jack grins, and before anyone else can do anything, has handed a parcel to Owen as well, which is revealed to contain a bottle of whisky. Owen doesn't need to fake the joy on his face this time. "This is ancient. Where'd you find it?"
"Oh, I nipped back into the past for a little Christmas shopping."
"Now that," Owen says, clutching the bottle to his heart, "is the sign of a good boss."
"Here's mine," Toshiko says. Her gift to Jack is simply an envelope which is revealed to contain a book token.
"Pretty lame, Tosh," Owen says.
Toshiko bites her lip. "I know you spend far too much time in here, Jack; I thought a book might help pass the time! And besides," she said fiercely, half to Owen, "it's not like I know much about your life outside Torchwood."
"I like books," Jack says. "Don't worry, Tosh."
Quickly, Ianto hands over his present to Toshiko.
"Socks!" she cries. "With C++ code on them! Oh, Ianto, they're lovely."
"No, it's too easy," Owen mumbles into his glass.
Toshiko presents Ianto with a jar of expensive-looking coffee, and he is so pleased with it he gives her a kiss. Jack then gives her a book - "it's about cultural similarities across the world. I figured you might find something interesting in there -" and then Ianto gives Jack his present.
"Man, I'm always running out of socks. These are great."
"They're vintage forties-style socks," Ianto says, straight-faced. "I felt they suited you, sir."
Gwen gives Ianto a new tie, and Toshiko gives Gwen a red scarf. Finally, Ianto and Gwen both hand over their presents to Owen. He opens Gwen's first. She watches him closely as he holds up a bottle of beer.
"This is nice," he says, addressing his words to the wall behind her. "Yeah. Good one. Ta. Thanks, Gwen."
"You're welcome," Gwen says coolly.
Owen hurriedly puts down the beer and rips at Ianto's parcel.
"How did I guess?" he says, holding up a pair of socks with Fred Flintstone on them.
"I felt they were your style," Ianto says, smiling slightly. Gwen gives a little snort of laughter and nearly chokes on her wine; Toshiko nods and says, "Yes, definitely. Excellent choice, Ianto."
Owen opens his mouth and then sighs and closes it again.
"Thanks," he says at last. "Ianto? Has it ever occurred to you that you might have a -" Gwen and Toshiko both kick at him. "A future career in sock-selling?"
"Yes, it has," Ianto says, getting to his feet and starting to clear away the empty glasses. "Many times. But Torchwood always keeps my heart. Merry Christmas," he finishes, and walks away.
[Title] Fannish Christmas 1
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Filk of The Twelve Days of Christmas for Akira.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love (who appears to be an Akira fanperson) sent to me
Twelve acolytes chanting
Eleven homeless begging
Ten soldiers shooting
Nine monks a-praying
Eight Clowns a-riding
Seven learned outcasts
Six massive mangas
Five iron bars
Four angry bikers
Three wizened kids
Two resistance fighters
And a giant psychic baby.
[Title] Fannish Christmas 2
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Battle Royale
[Notes/Summary] As above, but for... Battle Royale. Unsurprisingly.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my (other) true love (who is into Battle Royale) sent to me
Twelve messed-up winners
Eleven empty islands
Ten random weapons
Nine crazy students
Eight schoolboys murdered*
Seven freedom fighters
Six girls a-fighting
Five JDs
Four awesome men**
Three random cats
Two exploded collars
And a fully loaded Ingram Uzi.
* (Yoshio Akamatsu, Tatsumichi Ooki, Yoshitoki Kuninobu, Hiroshi Kuronaga, Ryuhei Sasagawa, Kyoichi Motobuchi, Mitsuru Numai and Kazuhiko Yamamoto a.k.a the first eight boys to go. See, not all the numbers are random. Go me. Yes.)
** (Shinji Mimura, Shuuya Nanahara, Hiroki Sugimura and Shogo Kawada. Yutaka said they were awesome, it's not just me ^^)
[Title] Commemoration
[Rating] PG-13 for language
[Fandom] Akira movie
[Notes/Summary] Kai mourns a dead friend.
In the end Kai came back to the canal, because the Harukiya was buried and school had too many other memories associated with it. The canal was all right. Even if the buildings around it had been levelled and the river dammed by falling rubble; below the concrete banks he could see the channel drying out, spotted with stuff like bicycles and old drinks cans and bits of piping that people had chucked in when there was still water.
He sat down, let his legs hang over the edge of the bank, drummed his heels against the warm concrete. Still smelt the same - dirty water and mud and smoke. In a way he was pleased everything looked different. He could feel his year-ago self sitting next to him, shaking, one hand over his eyes, desperately trying not to cry in front of Kaneda. Yamagata...
"Kaneda's busy," he said. "Or... I dunno, maybe he'll be along later, okay? S'his business, really. Cos of... you know, it being Tetsuo."
His voice bounces off the concrete. He sounds stupid, like a kid showing off.
"So... a whole year, huh? Wonder if I'm taller'n you yet."
Lame as always.
"I only came cos... I didn't wanna forget. I didn't... I mean, what if... I mean, you always thought it'd be you and the gang forever, right? I was the one who was worried about getting left behind."
Pause. The tarmac is slightly twisted. He strokes the cracks. On the horizon the sun blazes across the wasteland.
"Some fortune-tellers we were, huh?" Still silence. That's the thing about Neo-Tokyo - if you don't talk, there's nothing. Perhaps that's why he's saying all this out loud.
"I don't wanna forget. I don't wanna forget how it was like. You'n'me, Kaneda'n'Tetsuo. Remember my last birthday? You made us cut school and we hung out in your yard and you insisted on buying beer. And I said I didn't like beer and you bought it anyway, you said it could be your birthday present to me. And then you sat and drunk it all yourself. Pretty lame birthday present..."
His voice trails off.
"You remember, don't you?"
Silence still.
Of course he doesn't because he's fucking dead, he's been dead for a year and he's never coming back.
None of it is coming back.
"Too good to be true," Kai mumbles, struggling to his feet. "Next time I'll count my blessings."
[Title] Foot Fetish
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Jet Grind Radio
[Notes/Summary] Beat/Gum. Beat tries to say it with presents.
"What's the point of giving me a pedicure kit?" Gum demanded, hands on hips. "I spend all my life in skates, in case you'd forgotten."
Beat shuffled his feet and glanced away from her, round the empty garage, the Christmas tree spray-painted on the wall, the radio blasting the club version of God Rest You Merry Gentlemen. "The woman in the shop said girls like that kind of stuff. Besides, you do take your skates off. When you're in the shower. And when you're asleep."
"And who's gonna be there looking at my feet then?"
"Well, Yo-Yo is, if he ever manages to sneak into the bathroom while you're in there -"
Gum glared at him. "Which is never gonna happen."
"Yes. Sure. And, uh... well... I'm sure you... you have pretty feet!" He straightened his goggles as a blush appeared around them. "I was thinking that perhaps maybe I could, you know, perhaps see you in the shower and in bed -"
Gum slapped him, turned on her heel and marched away.
"Wait!" Beat said. "I didn't mean that the way it... came... out..."
The door slammed behind her.
"Damn. This is the last time I listen to shop assistants."
[Title] Growing Up
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Jet Grind Radio
[Notes/Summary] Gum and Tab meet up for Christmas and look back on old memories.
"Presents?" Tab said, after the fourth glass of wine.
Gum squinted at him. "Presents. Yeah."
She crawled across the floor to the foot-high Christmas tree propped up in one corner. There were two presents, one on each side of it.
"No painted tree?" Tab said, casually.
"I... it felt..." Gum shrugged. "Too many memories, y'know?"
"Fair enough. Thanks." Tab caught the present as she threw it to him and ripped it open. Inside was a dark blue beanie hat.
"Man, Gum, talk about memories! This is great! I haven't felt the same since Onishima roasted my last one."
"I would've billed him for it, but I'm a mature adult woman now, so..."
"Oh, really?"
Gum stuck her tongue out at him and tore open her own present. Inside was a massive box of limited edition bubblegum.
"Wow. Now I don't need to eat," she said, grinning. "Thanks."
"I figured no one else would give you that," Tab said, running a hand through his hair. "Does anyone else still call you Gum?"
"Most people call me that scary bitch at number 17, so no."
"Fair enough."
Tab pulled his hat on. As he did, he said, again casually, "Heard from any of the others?"
Gum shook her head. "Do you know what they're up to these days?"
"Mew's still waitin' tables and dressing cute at the weekends. Garam and Piranha... I think it's two kids now, maybe three... I dunno, I'm too chicken to go look." They both grinned. "Cube and Combo are runnin' that American pirate music station. You should check it out."
"I would if I had a radio."
"Okay, okay... Yo-Yo's messin' around being a renegade, I still see him sometimes. Uh... Slate I don't know about. Tell you the truth, I'm too scared to go into Kogane-cho."
"I know what you mean."
"Mm... and... Beat I ain't seen."
"No. I haven't either."
Gum stared up at the snow smearing itself against the window.
"I'm feeling old," she murmured.
"I still think you're cool. Does that count?"
"It counts for a lot... but maybe not enough, not any more." Gum raised her glass and drank. "Merry Christmas, amigo."
[Title] Hospital Visit
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] The Capsules visit an injured Kai. Not related in any way to any other fics involving Kai being injured. Look, if he wanted to stay whole and happy he should've joined the chess club.
Of course they turn up. Why wouldn't they? Kai hears the slam of the door and the voices and the clattering footsteps on the shiny floor before he sees them, so he can sit up in bed a little and smile and push his hair out of his eyes before they've got to his end of the ward.
"Woah, you've got your leg in plaster and everything," Yamagata observes, throwing himself down on the bed and making the frame creak.
"What did you expect?" Kaneda says, grabbing the chair next to the bed and turning it round before he sprawls onto it. "That's what they do when you break your leg, you know."
"Yeah, but I thought you only had it like that - like..."
"In traction," Tetsuo says, leaning on the end of the bed.
"Yeah, whatever... I thought you only had it like that in movies."
"Sometimes the movies are actually right," Kai says, and he feels a smile bursting out of him. Geez, only two days in hospital and already he's getting all mushy. Not surprising, though, right? Ain't like he's had much company here - everyone lies around groaning in hospitals. Stir-crazy. And they're here now, so...
"Oh, yeah..." Kaneda's clutching a plastic bag in one hand, letting it swing against the chair. "We brought you some stuff. Figured you'd be kind of bored here."
"What? Grapes?"
"Yeah, right." Kaneda snorts and upends the bag so that the contents scatter over the bed. Kai grins. There's two packets of cigarettes - "me and Yamagata each put one in -" "Tetsuo didn't have any, cheapskate -" a bar of chocolate - "I reckon you can still eat it, I mean it's only been at the back of the cupboard two months" and several porn magazines - "and we bought them new. I hope you're impressed."
"Oh, I'm very impressed. Not sure how I'm gonna look at 'em without the nurses seeing, though. I can't exactly just take a walk."
As soon as he's said it he notices the other three tense.
"So yeah," Yamagata says, casually. "They gonna have to, like, cut your leg off, then?"
Tetsuo rolls his eyes; Kaneda glances over at the far corner.
"They don't cut people's legs off any more," Kai says. "Unless it's got infected and gone mouldy, anyway."
"I bet they do." Yamagata crosses his arms. "But... I mean, it'd suck to have your leg cut off, I just... it looked pretty bad, didn't it?" He glances at Kaneda and Tetsuo, but neither of them return the look.
"It'll be fine," Kai says. "They've put pins in it. Like, to hold it together..."
He's yelling his head off but he's laughing as well, and the two sounds are gurgling out of him like water pouring down a drain... and the rain is dripping down his neck and the ground is soggy and half his brain is thinking how unpleasant it is getting soaked and the other half is just... is just... freaking out... Yamagata kneeling next to him, looking like he's gonna throw up, and that's funny too... Kaneda running, yelling at Tetsuo to go call an ambulance... and there's red swirling around in the puddles as if he's just washed a paint brush in there...
There's silence, and in the silence the thoughts Kai's been trying to ignore are able to ring out loud and clear. Yamagata came cos he's your friend. Kaneda came cos he's the leader and looks out for everyone. Tetsuo came because Kaneda did.
And no one else came because they're scared.
Because this is what we all pretend will never happen.
The other three don't stay that long - not least because the nurse chases them out. In the silence left behind, Kai stashes the stupid little gifts in the bedside locker, and lies back down again.
[Title] Military Christmas
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] The Colonel has no Christmas spirit.
The Colonel does not believe in celebrating Christmas. Why should he? He has no family, and giving Christmas presents to the soldiers under his command smacks of desperation to be liked. The Colonel has seen officers who are desperate to be liked. It's not pretty.
Equally, he dislikes Christmas cake, he thinks putting up decorations is a waste of time, and he feels that snow is simply a weather condition that makes fighting difficult.
So the presents that he has delivered to the nursery on December 25th are not, in any way shape or form, Christmas presents. They are not even presents. They are... work-related expenses. The children need diversions, otherwise they become restless, and that must not be allowed to happen.
He may have spent several hours in the crowded Neo-Tokyo shopping malls searching for the most appropriate dolls' clothes for Kiyoko, toy train for Takashi, and jigsaw puzzle for Masaru; but as these are simply work-related expenses, he does not present them to the children in person. Therefore he will not be seeing their little faces light up with Christmas morning joy, and so these are most definitely not Christmas presents.
And the homemade card standing on his mantelpiece with To the Colonel, Merry Christmas, Love the Espers is in no way a Christmas card. He's not sure exactly what it is instead, but he'll work that out very soon. Certainly by New Year's Day.
[Title] Christmas at the Hub
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Torchwood
[Notes/Summary] The Torchwood team exchange Christmas presents. Written before episode 10 (Out of Time) aired, so... set sometime around there. *waves hands vaguely*
After the Christmas lunch and the battle against the alien-infested turkey, the team crack open a bottle of wine and exchange presents.
"Before we start," Owen announces, "I should say I don't believe in the, uh, crass commercialisation of Christmas, so I'm afraid I didn't get you lot anything."
"You forgot, didn't you?" Gwen says.
"Too busy with work, that was my problem."
"Does that mean you don't want our presents to you?" Toshiko asks.
"Well, if you're offering them, it'd be rude not to, right?" Owen grabs the parcel Toshiko hands to him and rips it open to find a bottle of aftershave. "Nice one, Tosh. That's actually pretty cool."
Toshiko blushes and glances away.
"Here's mine, Toshiko," Gwen says, passing the present over the empty wine glasses. "Merry Christmas." Toshiko accepts the gift of a bubblebath and soap set with a polite smile, and Gwen herself unwraps Ianto's present to her. "Socks! Oh, and they've got hearts on! Ianto, you shouldn't have."
"You really shouldn't have," Owen says, but under his breath. Toshiko glares at him, but he pretends to be more interested in Jack's gift of a new stopwatch to Ianto.
"What happened to the other stopwatch?" Gwen asks, sipping her wine.
"Work-related accident," Ianto says smoothly. "And I believe it's the captain's turn to receive?"
Jack thanks Gwen for the cologne she gives him with a dashing smile and in return presents her with a beautiful leather-bound diary. "You can write all your Torchwood secrets in this, so we'll know exactly where to look."
Gwen smiles, not meeting his eyes, and takes another gulp of wine. Jack grins, and before anyone else can do anything, has handed a parcel to Owen as well, which is revealed to contain a bottle of whisky. Owen doesn't need to fake the joy on his face this time. "This is ancient. Where'd you find it?"
"Oh, I nipped back into the past for a little Christmas shopping."
"Now that," Owen says, clutching the bottle to his heart, "is the sign of a good boss."
"Here's mine," Toshiko says. Her gift to Jack is simply an envelope which is revealed to contain a book token.
"Pretty lame, Tosh," Owen says.
Toshiko bites her lip. "I know you spend far too much time in here, Jack; I thought a book might help pass the time! And besides," she said fiercely, half to Owen, "it's not like I know much about your life outside Torchwood."
"I like books," Jack says. "Don't worry, Tosh."
Quickly, Ianto hands over his present to Toshiko.
"Socks!" she cries. "With C++ code on them! Oh, Ianto, they're lovely."
"No, it's too easy," Owen mumbles into his glass.
Toshiko presents Ianto with a jar of expensive-looking coffee, and he is so pleased with it he gives her a kiss. Jack then gives her a book - "it's about cultural similarities across the world. I figured you might find something interesting in there -" and then Ianto gives Jack his present.
"Man, I'm always running out of socks. These are great."
"They're vintage forties-style socks," Ianto says, straight-faced. "I felt they suited you, sir."
Gwen gives Ianto a new tie, and Toshiko gives Gwen a red scarf. Finally, Ianto and Gwen both hand over their presents to Owen. He opens Gwen's first. She watches him closely as he holds up a bottle of beer.
"This is nice," he says, addressing his words to the wall behind her. "Yeah. Good one. Ta. Thanks, Gwen."
"You're welcome," Gwen says coolly.
Owen hurriedly puts down the beer and rips at Ianto's parcel.
"How did I guess?" he says, holding up a pair of socks with Fred Flintstone on them.
"I felt they were your style," Ianto says, smiling slightly. Gwen gives a little snort of laughter and nearly chokes on her wine; Toshiko nods and says, "Yes, definitely. Excellent choice, Ianto."
Owen opens his mouth and then sighs and closes it again.
"Thanks," he says at last. "Ianto? Has it ever occurred to you that you might have a -" Gwen and Toshiko both kick at him. "A future career in sock-selling?"
"Yes, it has," Ianto says, getting to his feet and starting to clear away the empty glasses. "Many times. But Torchwood always keeps my heart. Merry Christmas," he finishes, and walks away.
[Title] Fannish Christmas 1
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Filk of The Twelve Days of Christmas for Akira.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love (who appears to be an Akira fanperson) sent to me
Twelve acolytes chanting
Eleven homeless begging
Ten soldiers shooting
Nine monks a-praying
Eight Clowns a-riding
Seven learned outcasts
Six massive mangas
Five iron bars
Four angry bikers
Three wizened kids
Two resistance fighters
And a giant psychic baby.
[Title] Fannish Christmas 2
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Battle Royale
[Notes/Summary] As above, but for... Battle Royale. Unsurprisingly.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my (other) true love (who is into Battle Royale) sent to me
Twelve messed-up winners
Eleven empty islands
Ten random weapons
Nine crazy students
Eight schoolboys murdered*
Seven freedom fighters
Six girls a-fighting
Five JDs
Four awesome men**
Three random cats
Two exploded collars
And a fully loaded Ingram Uzi.
* (Yoshio Akamatsu, Tatsumichi Ooki, Yoshitoki Kuninobu, Hiroshi Kuronaga, Ryuhei Sasagawa, Kyoichi Motobuchi, Mitsuru Numai and Kazuhiko Yamamoto a.k.a the first eight boys to go. See, not all the numbers are random. Go me. Yes.)
** (Shinji Mimura, Shuuya Nanahara, Hiroki Sugimura and Shogo Kawada. Yutaka said they were awesome, it's not just me ^^)
[Title] Commemoration
[Rating] PG-13 for language
[Fandom] Akira movie
[Notes/Summary] Kai mourns a dead friend.
In the end Kai came back to the canal, because the Harukiya was buried and school had too many other memories associated with it. The canal was all right. Even if the buildings around it had been levelled and the river dammed by falling rubble; below the concrete banks he could see the channel drying out, spotted with stuff like bicycles and old drinks cans and bits of piping that people had chucked in when there was still water.
He sat down, let his legs hang over the edge of the bank, drummed his heels against the warm concrete. Still smelt the same - dirty water and mud and smoke. In a way he was pleased everything looked different. He could feel his year-ago self sitting next to him, shaking, one hand over his eyes, desperately trying not to cry in front of Kaneda. Yamagata...
"Kaneda's busy," he said. "Or... I dunno, maybe he'll be along later, okay? S'his business, really. Cos of... you know, it being Tetsuo."
His voice bounces off the concrete. He sounds stupid, like a kid showing off.
"So... a whole year, huh? Wonder if I'm taller'n you yet."
Lame as always.
"I only came cos... I didn't wanna forget. I didn't... I mean, what if... I mean, you always thought it'd be you and the gang forever, right? I was the one who was worried about getting left behind."
Pause. The tarmac is slightly twisted. He strokes the cracks. On the horizon the sun blazes across the wasteland.
"Some fortune-tellers we were, huh?" Still silence. That's the thing about Neo-Tokyo - if you don't talk, there's nothing. Perhaps that's why he's saying all this out loud.
"I don't wanna forget. I don't wanna forget how it was like. You'n'me, Kaneda'n'Tetsuo. Remember my last birthday? You made us cut school and we hung out in your yard and you insisted on buying beer. And I said I didn't like beer and you bought it anyway, you said it could be your birthday present to me. And then you sat and drunk it all yourself. Pretty lame birthday present..."
His voice trails off.
"You remember, don't you?"
Silence still.
Of course he doesn't because he's fucking dead, he's been dead for a year and he's never coming back.
None of it is coming back.
"Too good to be true," Kai mumbles, struggling to his feet. "Next time I'll count my blessings."
[Title] Foot Fetish
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Jet Grind Radio
[Notes/Summary] Beat/Gum. Beat tries to say it with presents.
"What's the point of giving me a pedicure kit?" Gum demanded, hands on hips. "I spend all my life in skates, in case you'd forgotten."
Beat shuffled his feet and glanced away from her, round the empty garage, the Christmas tree spray-painted on the wall, the radio blasting the club version of God Rest You Merry Gentlemen. "The woman in the shop said girls like that kind of stuff. Besides, you do take your skates off. When you're in the shower. And when you're asleep."
"And who's gonna be there looking at my feet then?"
"Well, Yo-Yo is, if he ever manages to sneak into the bathroom while you're in there -"
Gum glared at him. "Which is never gonna happen."
"Yes. Sure. And, uh... well... I'm sure you... you have pretty feet!" He straightened his goggles as a blush appeared around them. "I was thinking that perhaps maybe I could, you know, perhaps see you in the shower and in bed -"
Gum slapped him, turned on her heel and marched away.
"Wait!" Beat said. "I didn't mean that the way it... came... out..."
The door slammed behind her.
"Damn. This is the last time I listen to shop assistants."
[Title] Growing Up
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Jet Grind Radio
[Notes/Summary] Gum and Tab meet up for Christmas and look back on old memories.
"Presents?" Tab said, after the fourth glass of wine.
Gum squinted at him. "Presents. Yeah."
She crawled across the floor to the foot-high Christmas tree propped up in one corner. There were two presents, one on each side of it.
"No painted tree?" Tab said, casually.
"I... it felt..." Gum shrugged. "Too many memories, y'know?"
"Fair enough. Thanks." Tab caught the present as she threw it to him and ripped it open. Inside was a dark blue beanie hat.
"Man, Gum, talk about memories! This is great! I haven't felt the same since Onishima roasted my last one."
"I would've billed him for it, but I'm a mature adult woman now, so..."
"Oh, really?"
Gum stuck her tongue out at him and tore open her own present. Inside was a massive box of limited edition bubblegum.
"Wow. Now I don't need to eat," she said, grinning. "Thanks."
"I figured no one else would give you that," Tab said, running a hand through his hair. "Does anyone else still call you Gum?"
"Most people call me that scary bitch at number 17, so no."
"Fair enough."
Tab pulled his hat on. As he did, he said, again casually, "Heard from any of the others?"
Gum shook her head. "Do you know what they're up to these days?"
"Mew's still waitin' tables and dressing cute at the weekends. Garam and Piranha... I think it's two kids now, maybe three... I dunno, I'm too chicken to go look." They both grinned. "Cube and Combo are runnin' that American pirate music station. You should check it out."
"I would if I had a radio."
"Okay, okay... Yo-Yo's messin' around being a renegade, I still see him sometimes. Uh... Slate I don't know about. Tell you the truth, I'm too scared to go into Kogane-cho."
"I know what you mean."
"Mm... and... Beat I ain't seen."
"No. I haven't either."
Gum stared up at the snow smearing itself against the window.
"I'm feeling old," she murmured.
"I still think you're cool. Does that count?"
"It counts for a lot... but maybe not enough, not any more." Gum raised her glass and drank. "Merry Christmas, amigo."
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Date: 2007-01-03 12:02 am (UTC)I haven't read most of them because I'm too tired to read fandoms that confuse me but of course, I read the Torchwood one. Because how could I not. How did I guess there might be a sock theme to Ianto's presents? ^_~) I love it, it's AWESOME! Owen is wonderfully IC. And hee, Jack's present to Owen! And Ianto's last lines! Just brilliant. And BWHAHAHAHAH over the stopwatch! :D
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Date: 2007-01-03 05:09 pm (UTC)I'm glad you were amused by the stopwatch and socks comments! (There had to be socks. Perhaps I got a little carried away.) I'm also very glad you liked Owen, I found his voice very hard to get right. Too many accents in Torchwood, growl ^^
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Date: 2007-01-05 08:22 pm (UTC)Stopwatch was awesome. Socks were also awesome and there can never, ever be too many socks. And I thought your Owen was very good so I'm glad you persevered!
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Date: 2007-01-06 04:40 pm (UTC)I am glad we've both created sock!Ianto in actual fic now. He feels canonical.
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Date: 2007-01-06 09:29 pm (UTC)Sock!Ianto IS canonical! I bet in Season 2, Russel T. Davis will have written it in, oh yes!
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Date: 2007-01-07 06:21 pm (UTC)He monitors the Net, doesn't he? Someone needs to mention it on a comm...
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Date: 2007-01-08 07:36 pm (UTC)I'm sure none of the fics would shock him ^^
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