Eleventh? Eleventh!
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tallulahgsIt is the eleventh day of Christmas and I bring ye all eleven nighttime trysts of various sorts, possibly involving some broad interpretation of the word 'tryst'. *nods*
[Title] Normality
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Battle Royale manga
[Notes/Summary] Shuuya/Noriko fluff, set after the end of the manga.
They don't say anything as they hurry up the stairs. They don't say anything as Shuuya unlocks the door. They don't say anything as they hurry inside and drop their bags and Shuuya throws himself down onto the bed, listening to it groan, and Noriko hurries over to the window and stares out at the shadowy, grimy parking lot and the sunset bleeding in the sky above it.
They turn to look at each other.
"We made it," Shuuya says at last. "We actually made it."
Noriko doesn't speak, just turns to look at him, and smiles, slightly.
"Hah. I guess..." Shuuya falls back, hands behind his head, and stares round at the dusty walls and the bare lightbulb and the dirty net curtains twitching slightly in the draughty air. "I guess we'll be saying that every time, huh? Made it to New York! Made it to our first job interviews! Made it to..."
He stops, sighs.
Noriko comes to sit next to him, puts her hand in his.
"Made it a month?" she says. "Made it a year..."
"Made our first kid!" Shuuya sits up again, grinning now. "Made it to our wedding. Made it to our first house."
"Made it ten years." Noriko is smiling again too. "Made it to retirement."
"Made it to the old folks' home!"
They both laugh, and he puts an arm round her, resting his chin on her head.
"It's gonna be okay, Nori, I promise."
Noriko is staring at the opposite wall, face blank and tired, but she manages another smile, and whispers, "With you around, how can it not be?"
Shuuya tenses a little.
"See... now this is gonna be interesting," he says. "Cos I could have said something like 'well, I got you through the Program', couldn't I? Only... only that kind of kills the mood..."
"Don't worry." Noriko gazes up at him. "I don't want it to be like... we can't talk about it... I mean, it's not like we'll be able to talk about it with anyone else, is it?"
"No. No, we won't..."
Together they stare at the walls, and the room falls silent.
"It's only four o'clock," Noriko murmurs. "It... it still feels like we should have been at school..."
"You know what?" he says. "Sometimes I figure it'd be good if we didn't have to talk about it."
"I - sorry -"
"No, I'm not mad with you, I just mean... if we were just a normal - a normal couple, checking into a motel, we wouldn't be... thinking about... Program stuff, we'd be..."
Their eyes meet. Noriko giggles. Shuuya turns slightly red.
"Uh. Yeah." He swallows. "Okay, so we'd be... I mean... I'm not saying we have to... I mean, I didn't peek at your panties on the island so I won't now, I'm just saying..."
"Oh, sure."
More silence. The sunset slides across the back wall and over their faces.
"It doesn't matter if you peek at my panties now," Noriko says at last. "It doesn't matter what we do, really, does it? We're... we're all grown up."
"Don't say that."
He strokes her back, kisses her.
"I want to," she says at last. "I want to. I know we're going to make it but I'm so scared sometimes we won't and... I trust you, don't I?"
"Do you?"
"Of course I do!"
Noriko kisses him, reaches up and strokes his hair.
"Let's be normal, then," she says. She doesn't add for once, but both of them are thinking it.
[Title] Imagination
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Akira manga; slightly AU in that Kaneda agrees to stay with Kei that night in Book 5
[Notes/Summary] *points to last sentence* Kaneda/Kei fluff.
The temple bed is springy and looks pretty nice, for a temple bed. Kaneda wonders if he dares bounce up and down on it. Probably not. He isn't really in the mood anyway.
Come on. Do something. Say something.
Kei is sitting next to him, that weird smile on her face, studying the warm whiteness of the opposite wall. Kaneda lets his head fall back, stares at the wooden squares of the ceiling. They aren't that interesting. He glances back at Kei.
Stay with me tonight.
She must've meant... she had to have meant...
Like, she knows him. She must've known how he'd take it.
She gazes round at him, and her smile widens as she sees him looking at her. He finds himself looking away, resting his chin on his hands.
It's not like he doesn't want to. Course he wants to. Been wanting to since he met her. But he hadn't thought it'd be like this. When he'd first seen her, he'd figured he'd take her back to his room in the latest state-run accommodation block, or, if she was begging for it, round the side of the Harukiya. Then they'd been fugitives together and he'd imagined it in that crummy bolthole the barman had offered them. Then there'd been... way too much stuff happening, like being arrested and Yamagata and the others snuffing it and Tetsuo storming a secret base and the city being levelled... and there hadn't been time to imagine.
He'd never imagined it involving her probably gonna die tomorrow.
Yeah, that's probably what's killing the mood. Any other girl, he'd do the old routine - arm round the shoulders, kiss on the cheek, kiss on the lips, hand on the breast, and then if you get that far you can wing it. This he wants to be different, to be special - now that sounds lame. But he doesn't mean romantic-special. He means change all this so she don't have to. So she never has to-special.
He'll kill Tetsuo first and then she'll never have to. He'll kill Tetsuo or die trying. He can feel himself tensing up, stomach aching with fury, hands curling into fists.
"Kaneda."
She reaches over, puts her hands over his fists. He turns to look at her, and she leans forward, not smiling now, and kisses him.
He lets his hands uncurl, takes hers.
"It's okay," she begins, but he kisses her back, because it's not okay, it won't be okay till Tetsuo's dead. Then they can do this properly and it can be more like he imagined and less weird. She's falling back onto the bed, her hair soft and fluffy from bathing, smiling again. She reaches up, puts an arm round him, pulls him closer. She's still smiling, a proper smile. How did she imagine it'd be? Maybe this is okay for her. Fine. Then it's okay for him.
[Title] Combat
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira manga
[Notes/Summary] A possible past meeting between the Colonel and Chiyoko.
Chiyoko opens her eyes, blinks. Her mouth is full of dust and grit and she can feel scratches cold and damp across her face.
She blinks again and sees splinters of light above her.
"Damn," she mutters. It doesn't really sum up the situation properly. When you've managed to bury yourself in an explosion you set, then it's a bit worse than damn.
Shifting - stones and bricks clatter around her - she attempts to stand up. But as she rises there's a grinding crunch as something heavy above her slides forward, and she freezes. Maybe if she was littler she'd be able to try and dig herself out, but considering she's the biggest person in the resistance even though she's the youngest and was the biggest in class when she still went to school, she's probably better off staying still.
Off to her right, someone groans. A male voice.
She freezes. Faint again. Come on. Don't make me help you to.
"Who... who's there?" he calls.
Movement. Rattling.
"I... saw you," he says, louder. "Are you... you one of the platoon? Identify yourself..." The voice is heavy, sometimes deep but with a creak to it that suggests he's probably not actually much older'n her.
"Keep it down," she says at last. "Or you'll bring this lot down on our heads."
There's a long silence.
"Who are you?"
"An innocent bystander," she snaps. "You?"
"An innocent bystander? In a military complex? How stupid do you think I am?"
"You don't want me to answer that," she murmurs. "Who're you, soldier boy?"
"I - Private Mashiro Shikishima." It sounds automatic. Well, it's not like the army teaches you to think, is it? She listens as he stammers out the rest of his identification. A grunt. But he might still have a weapon.
"Who are you?" he demands. "There... there was a bomb. Did - did you set it?"
"If I had, do you think I'd admit it?" she sneers.
More shifting of rubble. He's crawling towards her. She scrabbles around on the ground, trying to find a lump of brick or a piece of glass. Her hand closes on a chunk of concrete as he drags himself up to her. She squints at him; the light above them is dimming. The sky is turning smoky. Sun's going down. She could be down here all night.
She was right - he's about the same age as her. The old military haircut, strong nose and chin. He glares up at her. "You did set it, didn't you?"
"Why do you keep saying that?"
"Everyone else could be dead," he says, not whining, just stating a fact. "I'd like to know who to blame."
"And if I said yes? What would you do, kill me?" Her voice bounces smugly off the rubble, but only because she's uneasy. She hasn't been in enough fights to know how this one could end. She doesn't like not knowing how things'll end.
"I'm not a murderer," he says coolly.
"No, you're a soldier. Completely different," she retorts. "It hasn't occurred to you that if I did set the bomb I'd be a threat to you, and you could get away with pleading self-defence?" She doesn't know why she just said that. Perhaps because guys condescending to her piss her off.
He scowls, but before he can reply she cuts in, "Or is it you don't know what to do when you're not following orders?"
"I can think for myself," he says. The light is almost gone now - the little that's left shines in his eyes. "People who set bombs because they don't know what else to do, now; they can't think."
"Such a soldier's viewpoint."
"Have you tried getting out of here?" he says now, as if he's bored with the argument. Fair enough. It's not very exciting.
"I... I didn't want to risk anything collapsing."
She sees him look her up and down, and clutches the concrete lump harder.
"Fair enough," he says briskly at last. "But I think there might be a gap over where I was lying. We should go and investigate that."
"All right."
"We can discuss the bomb once we're out of this," he says loftily.
"Lookin' forward to it."
[Title] Trust
[Rating] PG-13
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Kaneda/Kai/Yama threesome drabble.
It's all about trust, really, isn't it?
Kai figures that his habit of thinking stuff like this even when he's actually having sex is probably not unrelated to the fact he's never had a girlfriend. But it's not like there's any girls here right now, so he lets his mind poke the thought a little more. Won't have long. He's not far off coming, he can feel it - blood pulsing through him, pounding under his skin, under Yamagata's rough, grubby hands -
It is all about trust. Like, he trusts Yamagata enough that he can let himself be the one being fucked, but Yamagata'd never trust anyone enough not to be the one on top. Well, maybe Kaneda. They both trust Kaneda, don't they; but he doesn't trust them - no, that's not right, he oh God trusts them but he's the leader, he won't oh yes ask them to take responsibility. Perhaps. That's why he's - that's why he's - just - just touching...
For a moment, the thoughts stop.
[Title] Unreality, or Trust: Extended Remix ^^
[Rating] R
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Erm... a much longer Kaneda/Kai/Yama threesome ficlet.
It really was all Yamagata's fault.
[Title] Two Of Us
[Rating] PG-13
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Tetsuo's not sorry one of the gang has been lost. Sequel to the second of the drinking session fics.
Tetsuo has spent the evening in his room, because Kaneda's obviously not gonna be in the mood for hanging out. But at about midnight, he hears someone thumping on the front door and somehow he knows who it is, so he heads downstairs and sees Kaneda slumped against the doorframe. He's having difficulty focusing and Tetsuo can smell the vodka as soon as he opens the door.
"Kaneda?" he says, wondering if Kaneda even knows who it is.
Kaneda blinks a little, squints, but doesn't reply.
"Okay, you can come in."
Kaneda stumbles forward, falls heavily into Tetsuo's arms. He's never normally quiet when he's smashed. Normally he's babbling, trying to explain his latest bike-related plan, which girls he's gonna go after next, how fucking marvellous he is and how his life is perfect.
Tetsuo swallows. This is kind of like when they found out about Kai. You're s'posed to be really upset - really worried - and he's... well, okay, he's sorry Kai bought it, that sucks, blah blah, but...
Well, it's nice Kaneda's maybe not gonna be so much into this me and Yama and Kai and our dumb secrets and pathetic in-jokes crap.
And now? It's nice to see Kaneda's life maybe ain't as perfect for once. Nice for me to be the one standing upright for once.
Together they stumble towards the stairs. Kaneda's breath is warm on Tetsuo's neck, his nails are digging into Tetsuo's arm. But he still doesn't say anything, not until they've got to the top of the flight.
"Go after him?" he slurs. "Wha' kinda fuckin' stupid idea's that?"
"Yeah, whatever."
"Wa'n't like I c'ld do..."
"Of course not." Tetsuo kicks his bedroom door open and helps Kaneda inside and onto the bed. Kaneda flops down immediately, and for a moment Tetsuo wonders if he's falling asleep. But then he turns a little and he's crying.
Tetsuo swallows, doesn't move. Kaneda's not the one who cries. And you're not meant to stand there and just watch when someone is crying, you're s'posed to turn away and let 'em get it together. But somehow he can't move.
"Is this about Kai?" he says at last, and he's surprised by how cold - how cool - he sounds.
Kaneda sniffs, blinks a little. Maybe he didn't hear the question.
"What's - what was the deal with you three anyway?" Now he doesn't sound cool, he sounds pissed off like always.
Kaneda actually hears this question. But he just mumbles, "Nothin'..." and then he rolls over and Tetsuo can't see the tears shining on his face again.
Tetsuo sits down next to him.
Okay, so Kai is dead and Kaneda's obviously pretty cut up about it, but this feels like things haven't changed; together in a dark room just hanging out and one of them crying. The fact that it's Kaneda crying for once just makes things better.
[Title] The Bright Side
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Kaneda/Kei. Kaneda's still optimistic.
"I suppose there's one good thing about all this," Kaneda whispers in Kei's ear.
She turns to look at him. Underneath her, the bed creaks, incredibly loudly, and they both laugh.
"What?" she whispers back. He can't see her face. For the first time ever, there's no streetlight to look by.
"We can screw as loud as we want, and there's only Kai to hear us."
Kei smacks him on the arm. "That's the most tasteless comment I've heard for years."
"But it's true, isn't it?" Kaneda murmurs, resting his head on her shoulder and reaching down with one hand.
[Title] Companions
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira movie
[Notes/Summary] Mention of Tetsuo/Kaori, abusive!Tetsuo, another loosely defined tryst.
It was after Tetsuo smacks her the first time.
She and him had snuck off to his room for some quiet time, and she'd said something wrong, and he'd been angry and upset and so he'd hit her and so she ran away, but she didn't know where she could go because she couldn't get back to the dorm without someone to give her a lift, and Tetsuo was too angry.
In the end she walked out into the yard and perched on a box and stared up at the sky, tilting her head back as far as she could to look at the small pieces of black sky she could see between the buildings. From the shadows, she watched the other Capsules collect their bikes and ride away. But there was something wrong with Yamagata's bike, and so she watched as he cursed and clambered off it and found some tools in the dorm garage and started attacking the bike with them.
It all felt like a dream. She was meant to be asleep by now, or at the very least, still sitting with Tetsuo in the warm, and instead she was sitting outside with the air cold on her fingers and through the soles of her sandals, watching a boy who wasn't Tetsuo scrabble at his bike with oily fingers.
It was only when he'd finished working on the bike that he seemed to notice her and, scowling, asked her if she needed a lift. She didn't take the scowl personally. Yamagata often scowled. He didn't ask her what she was doing out there, or where Tetsuo was, and when he'd dropped her off he roared away impatiently as if he was itching to be somewhere else. Which he probably was.
[Title] Cheap
[Rating] R
[Fandom] Battle Royale
[Notes/Summary] Another Class-B-didn't-die AU. Takako/Niida.
The room was filled with light because she'd been in such a hurry she hadn't even bothered to pull the blind down and now they're screwing on a bed that's cold and crumpled enough that he can tell it hasn't been made for days and he can see a cup of half-drunk coffee inches from his nose.
This should be better than it is.
On the other hand it's like he's thought about it so much nothing could live up to it. And they're both older now. He's not a virgin any more, he's got comparisons, Miss Stick-Up-Her-Ass isn't the one and only any more. Which makes him wonder why he let her do this.
On the other hand... it's Chigusa. Instinct to say yes.
She's not making a sound underneath him and he glances at her face in the flat hard light and it's dead blank, fixed on the ceiling as if he was the one who initiated this.
He wonders if maybe she only asked him because she knew he wouldn't refuse her.
As soon as he finishes she's sitting up. "I'd rather you didn't stay," she says. "I've got to get up early tomorrow."
"Uh-huh. Sure."
She glares at him. "You haven't changed."
"I was gonna say nor have you, but..." Now I ain't so sure.
Chigusa runs a hand over her cropped hair. It sucks that she's still gorgeous even though she looks like someone attacked her with a hedgetrimmer. It sucks that he agreed to this even though he knew it was only because... well, actually, he's not sure if it's that she was horny or bored or having a funny five minutes or what, but it wasn't because she actually wanted him. And it sucks that she knows that he'd agree.
"Spare me the small talk," she says. He expects her to pull the sheet up over herself, but she just sits there, butt-naked, the light burning on her breasts and shoulders. Always so brave. Brave in tougher than you kind of way. Which is both incredibly hot and really, really annoying.
"Sure, sure. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am." He squints into the darkness, trying to spot his clothes. She doesn't move. "Goodnight, Niida." And he wants to ask her why she did this, because you never know, do you? But he chickens out. Also, he figures maybe she doesn't know either.
[Title] Peace
[Rating] PG-13
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Yamagata/Kai drabble, some consent issues.
What else was he supposed to do?
Actually, there were a lot of things he was supposed to do and none of them were this, but...
The last two in the Harukiya. Kai had been trying to match them all, pint for pint; Yamagata's not sure why. Normally Kai accepts he's tiny and just does his own thing. But tonight he'd been putting it away like... like he was my size.
Now he's lying against Yamagata at the darkest table in the bar. His eyes are almost closed, his skin yellow under the dim light, his face striped with shadows from the potted fern next to them. He's not smiling - his mouth has fallen open and Yamagata can just see a thin line of drool at one corner. His tie's twisted up round behind his neck, his shirt is untucked, revealing shadowy skin, and his flies are undone and Yamagata can see his own hand down there, working, touching, like it's not part of him at all.
Kai's gettin' hard, and he mumbles something, his eyes closing completely for a moment. So it's all okay. And ain't like anyone's gonna know.
[Title] Genius
[Rating] PG-13
[Fandom] Digimon and Battle Royale
[Notes/Summary] Erm... Kazuo Kiriyama/Ken Ichijouji fic. Dubious consent, I don't know why I wrote this ^^
Ken Ichijouji really hates being confused.
Which means that today has been an incredibly bad day and he'd like nothing more than to creep back to his own room, wait until his parents decide to sample the delights of the hotel bar, and then either go into the Digital World and enslave something or at the very least spend some time sulking.
But he's not. He's sitting in someone else's room drinking wine. He doesn't even like wine much. But Kazuo Kiriyama has made him look stupid quite enough for today. Ken is not going to be beaten now.
Second place. Second. His mother had patted his shoulder when they'd read out his name, said, "Well done, darling!" like coming second was something to be proud of. And then this blank-faced boy with the slicked-back hair had sauntered up to collect the prize for best Essay On A Mathematical Topic Of Your Choice and Ken had been positive, well, almost positive, that his own essay was better.
And then his parents had insisted on making him go and congratulate this kid, this Kazuo, and Kazuo had just stared through him like he knew he was superior. Ken had realised he was scowling and had ignored his mother's whispered pleas to smile. And then...
Then he'd noticed how Kazuo's father was doing the same thing.
Kazuo hadn't smiled either.
Maybe that was why, later, Ken agreed to come back to Kazuo's room. The father is in another one, not even next door - Ken is determined never to let Kazuo know that his own parents insisted on sharing a room with him. Kazuo isn't talking much. He's just sipping his wine - showing off, Ken decides, pretending he knows all about it. Another thing Kazuo is not going to know is that wine is one of the few things Ken doesn't know anything about.
He feels dizzy. He doesn't know what to say. Part of him - possibly the part that would still listen to his mother if the rest of his brain let it - is thinking that he and Kazuo must have quite a lot in common, both being incredibly intelligent kids, both kind of quiet, both probably not perky and happy enough for their stupid parents' tastes. That they could maybe even be friends.
But Kazuo's face is... odd. It never smiles. Never. Ken knows he doesn't smile much, and when he does it's often at things other people don't think are very nice, but he still smiles. Kazuo looks like he doesn't know what a smile is.
Ken really hates being scared, too. Why should he be scared? He's the Digimon Kaiser, for goodness sake! He commands things! Just because Kazuo is older. And doesn't smile. And won the essay competition. What had the judges said... a truly innovative and original piece of writing on complex numbers. They hadn't called Ken's work innovative or original. They'd just said his essay was confidently handled and excellently researched. In other words, you're not a genius. You're just someone who studies hard. Kazuo Kiriyama is the genius.
Ken stares at Kazuo, who's setting his wine glass down on the bedside table, and hates him.
He doesn't expect Kazuo to suddenly look round at him, and so get the full blast of Ken's scowl. But he's not scared, he's not, and so he keeps it on. Kazuo stares back at him, and suddenly shifts closer, a quick, economical movement like a spider, and -
His mouth is dry and Ken can taste the wine sour on his lips. One hand reaches up, rests against Ken's cheek, the other grips his shoulder. And Ken knows he should pull away because he doesn't want to - want to date Kazuo or whatever, but - he's not scared, and - and kissing is something else he doesn't know much about and if he pulls away Kazuo will guess...
Eventually Kazuo breaks the kiss, studies Ken thoughtfully. As if I was an experiment.
"Do you know anyone else who's more intelligent than you?" he says at last.
His voice is dead. Not like a voice at all, like words typed on a screen.
"Who says you are?" He sounds like a child, though, especially compared to that voice.
Kazuo doesn't answer, and Ken finds himself looking away.
"You haven't kissed anyone else," Kazuo observes after a few moments.
"Well, so what? Kissing isn't important. You don't have to be smart to kiss."
Again, Kazuo doesn't answer. Ken is beginning to hate this. It suggests that Kazuo knows a really good rebuttal, but that he can't be bothered to share it. Another thing Ken realises he hates is people treating him like he's too stupid to be argued with.
"Are you scared of it?" Kazuo asks.
Ken nearly hits out. Just in time, he manages to hold back. Kazuo would know that he couldn't think of a proper answer.
"Of course not," he says, trying to sound bored, but his voice is shaking, just a little. "It's just not very interesting."
"I disagree. It can show many things about people."
"Who cares? That's psychology. Psychology's not a science."
Kazuo doesn't smile, but looks as if he might, if he could be bothered. "Perhaps you don't understand how difficult people can be."
"I understand everything!" Ken yells. And then, because he knows he won't be able to argue back against Kazuo and he knows he is scared, just a little, and he's sick of being the one being - experimented on - he leans forward and kisses Kazuo back. The other boy smells of hotel soap and hair gel. For a moment he's completely still against Ken, and Ken thinks that perhaps he's scared too - but then he moves, again too quickly, and grabs Ken's wrists, and kisses back, pushing forward. His fingers are cold and strong and suddenly - stupidly, irrationally - Ken thinks he could break my wrists if he wanted, if he tried -
Everything is too difficult. He wants to leave, stop kissing and leave and go back to his own room and wait for his parents to get back, and curl up in bed and read with the light full on; but if he does that Kazuo will know he's scared, Kazuo will know... and he's not scared of anything. He's not. He's not scared even though he's almost lying flat on the bed and Kazuo's on top of him and is heavier so he can't push him off and he's not scared even though one hand has let go of his wrist and is undoing his flies, boredly, as if it knows what's there to find and that it won't be very interesting...
I am interesting, he mumbles in the back of his mind. Child geniuses are interesting by default.
Except, perhaps, to other child geniuses.
***
Afterwards, Kazuo straightens his clothes, sits up, and reaches for his wine glass as if nothing has happened. Ken really wants to punch him now. He pulls his own clothes back on, so hard some of the stitches pop.
Eventually Kazuo realises he's being glared at, and turns to stare at Ken again.
"I've got a friend like you," he says at last.
"Huh? What - someone else who entered this competition?"
Again, that almost-smile, a slight tilt of the head. "No. He's incredibly unskilled when it comes to academia. But he's also... not scared. He says he isn't, anyway."
The watertight argument.
Ken turns, marches out the room, slamming the door behind him as loud as he can. Outside the hotel corridor is silent - the lights hum, and there's no sound from behind any of the doors. There was no sound from Kazuo's room, Ken realises, except for his own raised voice. That makes him feel even worse.
[Title] Normality
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Battle Royale manga
[Notes/Summary] Shuuya/Noriko fluff, set after the end of the manga.
They don't say anything as they hurry up the stairs. They don't say anything as Shuuya unlocks the door. They don't say anything as they hurry inside and drop their bags and Shuuya throws himself down onto the bed, listening to it groan, and Noriko hurries over to the window and stares out at the shadowy, grimy parking lot and the sunset bleeding in the sky above it.
They turn to look at each other.
"We made it," Shuuya says at last. "We actually made it."
Noriko doesn't speak, just turns to look at him, and smiles, slightly.
"Hah. I guess..." Shuuya falls back, hands behind his head, and stares round at the dusty walls and the bare lightbulb and the dirty net curtains twitching slightly in the draughty air. "I guess we'll be saying that every time, huh? Made it to New York! Made it to our first job interviews! Made it to..."
He stops, sighs.
Noriko comes to sit next to him, puts her hand in his.
"Made it a month?" she says. "Made it a year..."
"Made our first kid!" Shuuya sits up again, grinning now. "Made it to our wedding. Made it to our first house."
"Made it ten years." Noriko is smiling again too. "Made it to retirement."
"Made it to the old folks' home!"
They both laugh, and he puts an arm round her, resting his chin on her head.
"It's gonna be okay, Nori, I promise."
Noriko is staring at the opposite wall, face blank and tired, but she manages another smile, and whispers, "With you around, how can it not be?"
Shuuya tenses a little.
"See... now this is gonna be interesting," he says. "Cos I could have said something like 'well, I got you through the Program', couldn't I? Only... only that kind of kills the mood..."
"Don't worry." Noriko gazes up at him. "I don't want it to be like... we can't talk about it... I mean, it's not like we'll be able to talk about it with anyone else, is it?"
"No. No, we won't..."
Together they stare at the walls, and the room falls silent.
"It's only four o'clock," Noriko murmurs. "It... it still feels like we should have been at school..."
"You know what?" he says. "Sometimes I figure it'd be good if we didn't have to talk about it."
"I - sorry -"
"No, I'm not mad with you, I just mean... if we were just a normal - a normal couple, checking into a motel, we wouldn't be... thinking about... Program stuff, we'd be..."
Their eyes meet. Noriko giggles. Shuuya turns slightly red.
"Uh. Yeah." He swallows. "Okay, so we'd be... I mean... I'm not saying we have to... I mean, I didn't peek at your panties on the island so I won't now, I'm just saying..."
"Oh, sure."
More silence. The sunset slides across the back wall and over their faces.
"It doesn't matter if you peek at my panties now," Noriko says at last. "It doesn't matter what we do, really, does it? We're... we're all grown up."
"Don't say that."
He strokes her back, kisses her.
"I want to," she says at last. "I want to. I know we're going to make it but I'm so scared sometimes we won't and... I trust you, don't I?"
"Do you?"
"Of course I do!"
Noriko kisses him, reaches up and strokes his hair.
"Let's be normal, then," she says. She doesn't add for once, but both of them are thinking it.
[Title] Imagination
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Akira manga; slightly AU in that Kaneda agrees to stay with Kei that night in Book 5
[Notes/Summary] *points to last sentence* Kaneda/Kei fluff.
The temple bed is springy and looks pretty nice, for a temple bed. Kaneda wonders if he dares bounce up and down on it. Probably not. He isn't really in the mood anyway.
Come on. Do something. Say something.
Kei is sitting next to him, that weird smile on her face, studying the warm whiteness of the opposite wall. Kaneda lets his head fall back, stares at the wooden squares of the ceiling. They aren't that interesting. He glances back at Kei.
Stay with me tonight.
She must've meant... she had to have meant...
Like, she knows him. She must've known how he'd take it.
She gazes round at him, and her smile widens as she sees him looking at her. He finds himself looking away, resting his chin on his hands.
It's not like he doesn't want to. Course he wants to. Been wanting to since he met her. But he hadn't thought it'd be like this. When he'd first seen her, he'd figured he'd take her back to his room in the latest state-run accommodation block, or, if she was begging for it, round the side of the Harukiya. Then they'd been fugitives together and he'd imagined it in that crummy bolthole the barman had offered them. Then there'd been... way too much stuff happening, like being arrested and Yamagata and the others snuffing it and Tetsuo storming a secret base and the city being levelled... and there hadn't been time to imagine.
He'd never imagined it involving her probably gonna die tomorrow.
Yeah, that's probably what's killing the mood. Any other girl, he'd do the old routine - arm round the shoulders, kiss on the cheek, kiss on the lips, hand on the breast, and then if you get that far you can wing it. This he wants to be different, to be special - now that sounds lame. But he doesn't mean romantic-special. He means change all this so she don't have to. So she never has to-special.
He'll kill Tetsuo first and then she'll never have to. He'll kill Tetsuo or die trying. He can feel himself tensing up, stomach aching with fury, hands curling into fists.
"Kaneda."
She reaches over, puts her hands over his fists. He turns to look at her, and she leans forward, not smiling now, and kisses him.
He lets his hands uncurl, takes hers.
"It's okay," she begins, but he kisses her back, because it's not okay, it won't be okay till Tetsuo's dead. Then they can do this properly and it can be more like he imagined and less weird. She's falling back onto the bed, her hair soft and fluffy from bathing, smiling again. She reaches up, puts an arm round him, pulls him closer. She's still smiling, a proper smile. How did she imagine it'd be? Maybe this is okay for her. Fine. Then it's okay for him.
[Title] Combat
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira manga
[Notes/Summary] A possible past meeting between the Colonel and Chiyoko.
Chiyoko opens her eyes, blinks. Her mouth is full of dust and grit and she can feel scratches cold and damp across her face.
She blinks again and sees splinters of light above her.
"Damn," she mutters. It doesn't really sum up the situation properly. When you've managed to bury yourself in an explosion you set, then it's a bit worse than damn.
Shifting - stones and bricks clatter around her - she attempts to stand up. But as she rises there's a grinding crunch as something heavy above her slides forward, and she freezes. Maybe if she was littler she'd be able to try and dig herself out, but considering she's the biggest person in the resistance even though she's the youngest and was the biggest in class when she still went to school, she's probably better off staying still.
Off to her right, someone groans. A male voice.
She freezes. Faint again. Come on. Don't make me help you to.
"Who... who's there?" he calls.
Movement. Rattling.
"I... saw you," he says, louder. "Are you... you one of the platoon? Identify yourself..." The voice is heavy, sometimes deep but with a creak to it that suggests he's probably not actually much older'n her.
"Keep it down," she says at last. "Or you'll bring this lot down on our heads."
There's a long silence.
"Who are you?"
"An innocent bystander," she snaps. "You?"
"An innocent bystander? In a military complex? How stupid do you think I am?"
"You don't want me to answer that," she murmurs. "Who're you, soldier boy?"
"I - Private Mashiro Shikishima." It sounds automatic. Well, it's not like the army teaches you to think, is it? She listens as he stammers out the rest of his identification. A grunt. But he might still have a weapon.
"Who are you?" he demands. "There... there was a bomb. Did - did you set it?"
"If I had, do you think I'd admit it?" she sneers.
More shifting of rubble. He's crawling towards her. She scrabbles around on the ground, trying to find a lump of brick or a piece of glass. Her hand closes on a chunk of concrete as he drags himself up to her. She squints at him; the light above them is dimming. The sky is turning smoky. Sun's going down. She could be down here all night.
She was right - he's about the same age as her. The old military haircut, strong nose and chin. He glares up at her. "You did set it, didn't you?"
"Why do you keep saying that?"
"Everyone else could be dead," he says, not whining, just stating a fact. "I'd like to know who to blame."
"And if I said yes? What would you do, kill me?" Her voice bounces smugly off the rubble, but only because she's uneasy. She hasn't been in enough fights to know how this one could end. She doesn't like not knowing how things'll end.
"I'm not a murderer," he says coolly.
"No, you're a soldier. Completely different," she retorts. "It hasn't occurred to you that if I did set the bomb I'd be a threat to you, and you could get away with pleading self-defence?" She doesn't know why she just said that. Perhaps because guys condescending to her piss her off.
He scowls, but before he can reply she cuts in, "Or is it you don't know what to do when you're not following orders?"
"I can think for myself," he says. The light is almost gone now - the little that's left shines in his eyes. "People who set bombs because they don't know what else to do, now; they can't think."
"Such a soldier's viewpoint."
"Have you tried getting out of here?" he says now, as if he's bored with the argument. Fair enough. It's not very exciting.
"I... I didn't want to risk anything collapsing."
She sees him look her up and down, and clutches the concrete lump harder.
"Fair enough," he says briskly at last. "But I think there might be a gap over where I was lying. We should go and investigate that."
"All right."
"We can discuss the bomb once we're out of this," he says loftily.
"Lookin' forward to it."
[Title] Trust
[Rating] PG-13
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Kaneda/Kai/Yama threesome drabble.
It's all about trust, really, isn't it?
Kai figures that his habit of thinking stuff like this even when he's actually having sex is probably not unrelated to the fact he's never had a girlfriend. But it's not like there's any girls here right now, so he lets his mind poke the thought a little more. Won't have long. He's not far off coming, he can feel it - blood pulsing through him, pounding under his skin, under Yamagata's rough, grubby hands -
It is all about trust. Like, he trusts Yamagata enough that he can let himself be the one being fucked, but Yamagata'd never trust anyone enough not to be the one on top. Well, maybe Kaneda. They both trust Kaneda, don't they; but he doesn't trust them - no, that's not right, he oh God trusts them but he's the leader, he won't oh yes ask them to take responsibility. Perhaps. That's why he's - that's why he's - just - just touching...
For a moment, the thoughts stop.
[Title] Unreality, or Trust: Extended Remix ^^
[Rating] R
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Erm... a much longer Kaneda/Kai/Yama threesome ficlet.
It really was all Yamagata's fault.
[Title] Two Of Us
[Rating] PG-13
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Tetsuo's not sorry one of the gang has been lost. Sequel to the second of the drinking session fics.
Tetsuo has spent the evening in his room, because Kaneda's obviously not gonna be in the mood for hanging out. But at about midnight, he hears someone thumping on the front door and somehow he knows who it is, so he heads downstairs and sees Kaneda slumped against the doorframe. He's having difficulty focusing and Tetsuo can smell the vodka as soon as he opens the door.
"Kaneda?" he says, wondering if Kaneda even knows who it is.
Kaneda blinks a little, squints, but doesn't reply.
"Okay, you can come in."
Kaneda stumbles forward, falls heavily into Tetsuo's arms. He's never normally quiet when he's smashed. Normally he's babbling, trying to explain his latest bike-related plan, which girls he's gonna go after next, how fucking marvellous he is and how his life is perfect.
Tetsuo swallows. This is kind of like when they found out about Kai. You're s'posed to be really upset - really worried - and he's... well, okay, he's sorry Kai bought it, that sucks, blah blah, but...
Well, it's nice Kaneda's maybe not gonna be so much into this me and Yama and Kai and our dumb secrets and pathetic in-jokes crap.
And now? It's nice to see Kaneda's life maybe ain't as perfect for once. Nice for me to be the one standing upright for once.
Together they stumble towards the stairs. Kaneda's breath is warm on Tetsuo's neck, his nails are digging into Tetsuo's arm. But he still doesn't say anything, not until they've got to the top of the flight.
"Go after him?" he slurs. "Wha' kinda fuckin' stupid idea's that?"
"Yeah, whatever."
"Wa'n't like I c'ld do..."
"Of course not." Tetsuo kicks his bedroom door open and helps Kaneda inside and onto the bed. Kaneda flops down immediately, and for a moment Tetsuo wonders if he's falling asleep. But then he turns a little and he's crying.
Tetsuo swallows, doesn't move. Kaneda's not the one who cries. And you're not meant to stand there and just watch when someone is crying, you're s'posed to turn away and let 'em get it together. But somehow he can't move.
"Is this about Kai?" he says at last, and he's surprised by how cold - how cool - he sounds.
Kaneda sniffs, blinks a little. Maybe he didn't hear the question.
"What's - what was the deal with you three anyway?" Now he doesn't sound cool, he sounds pissed off like always.
Kaneda actually hears this question. But he just mumbles, "Nothin'..." and then he rolls over and Tetsuo can't see the tears shining on his face again.
Tetsuo sits down next to him.
Okay, so Kai is dead and Kaneda's obviously pretty cut up about it, but this feels like things haven't changed; together in a dark room just hanging out and one of them crying. The fact that it's Kaneda crying for once just makes things better.
[Title] The Bright Side
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Kaneda/Kei. Kaneda's still optimistic.
"I suppose there's one good thing about all this," Kaneda whispers in Kei's ear.
She turns to look at him. Underneath her, the bed creaks, incredibly loudly, and they both laugh.
"What?" she whispers back. He can't see her face. For the first time ever, there's no streetlight to look by.
"We can screw as loud as we want, and there's only Kai to hear us."
Kei smacks him on the arm. "That's the most tasteless comment I've heard for years."
"But it's true, isn't it?" Kaneda murmurs, resting his head on her shoulder and reaching down with one hand.
[Title] Companions
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira movie
[Notes/Summary] Mention of Tetsuo/Kaori, abusive!Tetsuo, another loosely defined tryst.
It was after Tetsuo smacks her the first time.
She and him had snuck off to his room for some quiet time, and she'd said something wrong, and he'd been angry and upset and so he'd hit her and so she ran away, but she didn't know where she could go because she couldn't get back to the dorm without someone to give her a lift, and Tetsuo was too angry.
In the end she walked out into the yard and perched on a box and stared up at the sky, tilting her head back as far as she could to look at the small pieces of black sky she could see between the buildings. From the shadows, she watched the other Capsules collect their bikes and ride away. But there was something wrong with Yamagata's bike, and so she watched as he cursed and clambered off it and found some tools in the dorm garage and started attacking the bike with them.
It all felt like a dream. She was meant to be asleep by now, or at the very least, still sitting with Tetsuo in the warm, and instead she was sitting outside with the air cold on her fingers and through the soles of her sandals, watching a boy who wasn't Tetsuo scrabble at his bike with oily fingers.
It was only when he'd finished working on the bike that he seemed to notice her and, scowling, asked her if she needed a lift. She didn't take the scowl personally. Yamagata often scowled. He didn't ask her what she was doing out there, or where Tetsuo was, and when he'd dropped her off he roared away impatiently as if he was itching to be somewhere else. Which he probably was.
[Title] Cheap
[Rating] R
[Fandom] Battle Royale
[Notes/Summary] Another Class-B-didn't-die AU. Takako/Niida.
The room was filled with light because she'd been in such a hurry she hadn't even bothered to pull the blind down and now they're screwing on a bed that's cold and crumpled enough that he can tell it hasn't been made for days and he can see a cup of half-drunk coffee inches from his nose.
This should be better than it is.
On the other hand it's like he's thought about it so much nothing could live up to it. And they're both older now. He's not a virgin any more, he's got comparisons, Miss Stick-Up-Her-Ass isn't the one and only any more. Which makes him wonder why he let her do this.
On the other hand... it's Chigusa. Instinct to say yes.
She's not making a sound underneath him and he glances at her face in the flat hard light and it's dead blank, fixed on the ceiling as if he was the one who initiated this.
He wonders if maybe she only asked him because she knew he wouldn't refuse her.
As soon as he finishes she's sitting up. "I'd rather you didn't stay," she says. "I've got to get up early tomorrow."
"Uh-huh. Sure."
She glares at him. "You haven't changed."
"I was gonna say nor have you, but..." Now I ain't so sure.
Chigusa runs a hand over her cropped hair. It sucks that she's still gorgeous even though she looks like someone attacked her with a hedgetrimmer. It sucks that he agreed to this even though he knew it was only because... well, actually, he's not sure if it's that she was horny or bored or having a funny five minutes or what, but it wasn't because she actually wanted him. And it sucks that she knows that he'd agree.
"Spare me the small talk," she says. He expects her to pull the sheet up over herself, but she just sits there, butt-naked, the light burning on her breasts and shoulders. Always so brave. Brave in tougher than you kind of way. Which is both incredibly hot and really, really annoying.
"Sure, sure. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am." He squints into the darkness, trying to spot his clothes. She doesn't move. "Goodnight, Niida." And he wants to ask her why she did this, because you never know, do you? But he chickens out. Also, he figures maybe she doesn't know either.
[Title] Peace
[Rating] PG-13
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Yamagata/Kai drabble, some consent issues.
What else was he supposed to do?
Actually, there were a lot of things he was supposed to do and none of them were this, but...
The last two in the Harukiya. Kai had been trying to match them all, pint for pint; Yamagata's not sure why. Normally Kai accepts he's tiny and just does his own thing. But tonight he'd been putting it away like... like he was my size.
Now he's lying against Yamagata at the darkest table in the bar. His eyes are almost closed, his skin yellow under the dim light, his face striped with shadows from the potted fern next to them. He's not smiling - his mouth has fallen open and Yamagata can just see a thin line of drool at one corner. His tie's twisted up round behind his neck, his shirt is untucked, revealing shadowy skin, and his flies are undone and Yamagata can see his own hand down there, working, touching, like it's not part of him at all.
Kai's gettin' hard, and he mumbles something, his eyes closing completely for a moment. So it's all okay. And ain't like anyone's gonna know.
[Title] Genius
[Rating] PG-13
[Fandom] Digimon and Battle Royale
[Notes/Summary] Erm... Kazuo Kiriyama/Ken Ichijouji fic. Dubious consent, I don't know why I wrote this ^^
Ken Ichijouji really hates being confused.
Which means that today has been an incredibly bad day and he'd like nothing more than to creep back to his own room, wait until his parents decide to sample the delights of the hotel bar, and then either go into the Digital World and enslave something or at the very least spend some time sulking.
But he's not. He's sitting in someone else's room drinking wine. He doesn't even like wine much. But Kazuo Kiriyama has made him look stupid quite enough for today. Ken is not going to be beaten now.
Second place. Second. His mother had patted his shoulder when they'd read out his name, said, "Well done, darling!" like coming second was something to be proud of. And then this blank-faced boy with the slicked-back hair had sauntered up to collect the prize for best Essay On A Mathematical Topic Of Your Choice and Ken had been positive, well, almost positive, that his own essay was better.
And then his parents had insisted on making him go and congratulate this kid, this Kazuo, and Kazuo had just stared through him like he knew he was superior. Ken had realised he was scowling and had ignored his mother's whispered pleas to smile. And then...
Then he'd noticed how Kazuo's father was doing the same thing.
Kazuo hadn't smiled either.
Maybe that was why, later, Ken agreed to come back to Kazuo's room. The father is in another one, not even next door - Ken is determined never to let Kazuo know that his own parents insisted on sharing a room with him. Kazuo isn't talking much. He's just sipping his wine - showing off, Ken decides, pretending he knows all about it. Another thing Kazuo is not going to know is that wine is one of the few things Ken doesn't know anything about.
He feels dizzy. He doesn't know what to say. Part of him - possibly the part that would still listen to his mother if the rest of his brain let it - is thinking that he and Kazuo must have quite a lot in common, both being incredibly intelligent kids, both kind of quiet, both probably not perky and happy enough for their stupid parents' tastes. That they could maybe even be friends.
But Kazuo's face is... odd. It never smiles. Never. Ken knows he doesn't smile much, and when he does it's often at things other people don't think are very nice, but he still smiles. Kazuo looks like he doesn't know what a smile is.
Ken really hates being scared, too. Why should he be scared? He's the Digimon Kaiser, for goodness sake! He commands things! Just because Kazuo is older. And doesn't smile. And won the essay competition. What had the judges said... a truly innovative and original piece of writing on complex numbers. They hadn't called Ken's work innovative or original. They'd just said his essay was confidently handled and excellently researched. In other words, you're not a genius. You're just someone who studies hard. Kazuo Kiriyama is the genius.
Ken stares at Kazuo, who's setting his wine glass down on the bedside table, and hates him.
He doesn't expect Kazuo to suddenly look round at him, and so get the full blast of Ken's scowl. But he's not scared, he's not, and so he keeps it on. Kazuo stares back at him, and suddenly shifts closer, a quick, economical movement like a spider, and -
His mouth is dry and Ken can taste the wine sour on his lips. One hand reaches up, rests against Ken's cheek, the other grips his shoulder. And Ken knows he should pull away because he doesn't want to - want to date Kazuo or whatever, but - he's not scared, and - and kissing is something else he doesn't know much about and if he pulls away Kazuo will guess...
Eventually Kazuo breaks the kiss, studies Ken thoughtfully. As if I was an experiment.
"Do you know anyone else who's more intelligent than you?" he says at last.
His voice is dead. Not like a voice at all, like words typed on a screen.
"Who says you are?" He sounds like a child, though, especially compared to that voice.
Kazuo doesn't answer, and Ken finds himself looking away.
"You haven't kissed anyone else," Kazuo observes after a few moments.
"Well, so what? Kissing isn't important. You don't have to be smart to kiss."
Again, Kazuo doesn't answer. Ken is beginning to hate this. It suggests that Kazuo knows a really good rebuttal, but that he can't be bothered to share it. Another thing Ken realises he hates is people treating him like he's too stupid to be argued with.
"Are you scared of it?" Kazuo asks.
Ken nearly hits out. Just in time, he manages to hold back. Kazuo would know that he couldn't think of a proper answer.
"Of course not," he says, trying to sound bored, but his voice is shaking, just a little. "It's just not very interesting."
"I disagree. It can show many things about people."
"Who cares? That's psychology. Psychology's not a science."
Kazuo doesn't smile, but looks as if he might, if he could be bothered. "Perhaps you don't understand how difficult people can be."
"I understand everything!" Ken yells. And then, because he knows he won't be able to argue back against Kazuo and he knows he is scared, just a little, and he's sick of being the one being - experimented on - he leans forward and kisses Kazuo back. The other boy smells of hotel soap and hair gel. For a moment he's completely still against Ken, and Ken thinks that perhaps he's scared too - but then he moves, again too quickly, and grabs Ken's wrists, and kisses back, pushing forward. His fingers are cold and strong and suddenly - stupidly, irrationally - Ken thinks he could break my wrists if he wanted, if he tried -
Everything is too difficult. He wants to leave, stop kissing and leave and go back to his own room and wait for his parents to get back, and curl up in bed and read with the light full on; but if he does that Kazuo will know he's scared, Kazuo will know... and he's not scared of anything. He's not. He's not scared even though he's almost lying flat on the bed and Kazuo's on top of him and is heavier so he can't push him off and he's not scared even though one hand has let go of his wrist and is undoing his flies, boredly, as if it knows what's there to find and that it won't be very interesting...
I am interesting, he mumbles in the back of his mind. Child geniuses are interesting by default.
Except, perhaps, to other child geniuses.
***
Afterwards, Kazuo straightens his clothes, sits up, and reaches for his wine glass as if nothing has happened. Ken really wants to punch him now. He pulls his own clothes back on, so hard some of the stitches pop.
Eventually Kazuo realises he's being glared at, and turns to stare at Ken again.
"I've got a friend like you," he says at last.
"Huh? What - someone else who entered this competition?"
Again, that almost-smile, a slight tilt of the head. "No. He's incredibly unskilled when it comes to academia. But he's also... not scared. He says he isn't, anyway."
The watertight argument.
Ken turns, marches out the room, slamming the door behind him as loud as he can. Outside the hotel corridor is silent - the lights hum, and there's no sound from behind any of the doors. There was no sound from Kazuo's room, Ken realises, except for his own raised voice. That makes him feel even worse.
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Kazu Kiriyama/Ken Ichijouji FOR THE WIN! I love it, it's just ... awesome. Just ... um, did I mention awesome? *trying to breathe* Ken is just perfect, at his absolute best, trying to be big and cold and really all confused and frightened and even worse for it. And Kazuo probably sees that and is all ... actually big and cold and scary and Ken's totally outclassed and knows it.
I am interesting, he mumbles in the back of his mind. Child geniuses are interesting by default.
I ADORE this line. It's just brilliant. The whole thing is awesome but that's my favourite line because it's funny and just ... great.
I know I've not reviewed like I should but I hope this makes up a bit and I will review others later. But this is just ... fantastic and gorgeous and I love it. *hugs you* I'm glad I bullied you into getting it done, I am awesome for that! And you are awesome for writing it.
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Date: 2007-01-10 07:30 pm (UTC)Of course, Kazuo could have been possessed too ... maybe you forgot to tell me about that chapter in the manga. ;)
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Date: 2007-01-11 07:53 pm (UTC)Well, manga!Kazuo does amazing feats like balance on a splinter and shoot ki from his hands.
Maybe he has psychic powers.
Oh crap, crossover time.
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Date: 2007-01-11 10:02 pm (UTC)... I did not know that.
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Date: 2007-01-12 05:18 pm (UTC)Yes. It tends to... divide the fans somewhat although I think it does work well because it makes the later books seem more dreamy/nightmarish and that's really what the BR is, a living nightmare. But it's annoying because Kazuo is just the most undefeatable character EVER by then.
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Date: 2007-01-12 09:09 pm (UTC)Ah, what would a fandom be without something to have everyone go nuts over? It sounds interesting anyway!
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Date: 2007-01-13 07:07 pm (UTC)It is ^^
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Date: 2007-01-13 09:11 pm (UTC)YOU WILL WRITE WHAT I COMMAND YOU TO!no subject
Date: 2007-01-14 07:03 pm (UTC)*sob* So that's Malory Towers BR up next thenno subject
Date: 2007-01-14 11:48 pm (UTC)You'll love it! ;)no subject
Date: 2007-01-16 05:57 pm (UTC)I'm actually kind of getting into it nowno subject
Date: 2007-01-17 01:55 pm (UTC)See, where would you be without us to encourage you? :Dno subject
Date: 2007-01-17 08:51 pm (UTC)Well, I wouldn't be trying to work out how to tag a bunch of 1950s schoolgirls with explosive neck collars, that's for sure.(no subject)
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Date: 2007-01-06 03:45 pm (UTC)Once again, I kept finding favourites until I got to the last and realised "no, that really IS my favourite."
Apart from the fact that too damn many of them - including the one you called fluff (that's not fluff, that's still wah-making) - are beautifully and brilliantly depressing. (I was going to say just 'depressing' but that didn't sound like the compliment I meant. They're depressing because they WORK, because they make you feel.)
Loved Trust, loved Peace, loved loved loved Genius.
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Date: 2007-01-06 04:32 pm (UTC)And yeah, possibly 'fluff' was not the right word. I was... in a hurry when I put them up :D