One Hundred Fandoms of Hell

Fandom #2 - Compatibility; Soul Eater

ayaia_moon — Mon, 16 Feb 2015 11:40:42 GMT

Title: Compatibility
Author: Ayaia of the Moon
Fandom: Soul Eater: there are kids, there are weapons, and there are kid/weapons! Go!
Wordcount: 1282
Taunt: My fandom has characters who are way cooler than you. And they're, like, twelve.

-o-

There'd been words said in the beginning of orientation that they would have to pick partners. One meister went so far as to loudly proclaim his intentions from the rooftop of the school, but no one seemed to pay him any attention. So boring.

Soul had worn a suit, at his mother's insistence, and didn't really make a move to do anything as his fellow freshmen started to mingle, deciding if they'd be compatible. Maybe meisters had a way to tell off the bat if their souls would match? He didn't think so, though, with the large number of the 'compatibility' being determined by flirting, as the guys desperately wanted to live in private housing with a female roommate for their own perverted reasons. Or maybe they just didn't want to live in male housing.

So uncool.

He pulled at his tie. The suit was his concert formal. The one he wore to concerts, the one he wore in concerts. If he was gonna be a disappointment, he might as well do it in concert formals.

Soul was the first in his family to ever exhibit the demon weapon gene. And he was glad for it. All he had to do now was partner with a meister—someone really cool, of course—and find out if he could do more than turn his stupid arm into a blade. Do more than take out his agressions on the beautiful grand piano at his family's estate. He habitually played to blow off steam—it seemed that those emotions brought out the latent weapon gene, too, and it's rather difficult to play the piano when your arm turns into a giant scimitar.

The group had moved on with the tour, some moving in pairs, now, having decided to partner up. They saw the cafeteria, the classrooms, the library—the building was like a maze, and as they descended further into the belly of the school, the more confusing the turns got. They took a break, and the mingling started up again. He sighed. It wouldn't do to just wait until the last meister needed a weapon. How uncool would that be?

An announcement was made that there would be a demonstration given, and Soul looked up to pay attention despite himself. A few older students came in, smartly dressed in the school uniform, stating their names for the class. A boy and girl. They were only a few years older than he was. The girl turned out to be the weapon, and he watched keenly as she transformed – she could do her whole body at once. Not like him. He'd done a leg, once. And his arms a few times. Never managed to transform his whole body at once. Not before he'd come.

He wondered if any of the other weapons were worrying, now, as the girl (now a fencing sword) was effortlessly twirled by her meister. Their connection was so strong he didn't even need to move a muscle and could still direct her movements.

He saw a few people muttering to each other—maybe weapons? Worried, like he was, that they weren't prepared enough?

If he wasn't a cool enough weapon, would they send him home?

They demonstration finished, and he clapped with the rest of the group, though his heart had sunk to his stomach. No way he'd ever be that cool. He couldn't even find a decent meister.

He half-heartedly looked at the placards pinned to everyone's clothes, but then he felt all creepy like he was staring at girls' boobs. So he just leaned against the wall until the group started moving again. They stopped kind of where they'd started, by the humongously long flight of stairs at the front of the school, and looking around, he could see an auditorium. He grinned.

He had faded into the background all day, which was fine with him—no one noticed when he slipped away. He found it ironic when he managed to keep such a low profile. He was really weird-looking. A shock of white hair mixed with his eerie red eyes.

He sat at the piano on stage without thinking. He had the satisfying thought that he didn't have to care about practicing anymore, if he didn't want to. He had a different destiny now than to continually undershine his famous parents or his famous brother.

"I don't know if anyone's supposed to be in here."

Startled, Soul turned and saw a girl—blonde hair with pigtails. And an expression like she was pretending to have authority but wasn't actually sure.

He turned back around. "If we're not, they'll say something when they find us," he said noncommittally. He ghosted his fingers over the keys. Played a simple song without actually making a sound. He kept messing up a chord when his fingers didn't remember the keys. He was out of practice. Wes would give him hell for messing up a practice piece he knew so well. He grinned. Played the bad chord aloud, on purpose. Screw Wes. He moved a hand to his tie, wanting to loosen it.

"Were you gonna play?"

He turned, surprised. That girl was still here? "Sorry, what was that?" he asked politely. Maybe she was lost? Though he didn't know how he'd be able to help.

"Play something! For me!" She smiled, and he felt annoyed.

Soul turned away from her, back to the piano. "Sure," he found himself saying, letting his fingers settle on the keys. "This is the kind of person I am. Don't say I didn't warn you."

He played. It wasn't anything he'd have played with Wes or his mother in the room. It wasn't something that would be approved to play in concert. Because it was weird. Disconcerting. But also consistent, steady, and he didn't miss a single note. Not a single sour chord. Because when he just played for himself, and didn't demand perfection, he just went where his fingers wanted. And if the chord progression was unexpected, or unconventional, he let it happen. It could be said that Soul didn't play the piano—the piano kind of played him.

It wasn't to say he didn't sort of want to creep this girl out. He was using his music as a weapon and he knew it. He half expected her to interrupt him, or leave. But he didn't turn around to check if she was going. He just played.

He stopped on a chilling, discordant combination, and turned around expectantly.

She was smiling. Still smiling. "I love hearing you play."

Soul grinned uncertainly. "So you liked it?"

She laughed lightly. "I liked it. I don't understand why you came here though. To this school. You're obviously –"

He shut the lid over the keys, interrupting her. "I wanted to get away from that. If I became a Death Scythe, I could be fine on my own."

"I…want to find a weapon better than my father. And become stronger than my mother. That's why I came here," she said by way of explanation. "We could…Do you want to be partners? I know that's kind of weird. We just met." She held out her hand nonetheless. "But I'll definitely make you into a really strong weapon."

He took her hand, almost instinctively. He felt, and he couldn't have said why, that she would be good at being his partner. She wouldn't demand perfection from him any more than the piano did. But she could bring the perfection out, just as surely as the instrument did.

She could make him great.

"Looking forward to it," he said by way of answer. And he meant it.

"I'm Maka. Maka Albarn."

"Soul…Soul Eater."

Fandom #1, Aftermath of the Fake-Out Make-Out, Danny Phantom

ayaia_moon — Wed, 14 Jan 2015 02:48:59 GMT

Title: Aftermath of the Fake-Out Make Out
Author: Ayaia of the Moon
Fandom: Danny Phantom—half kid, half ghost; all fabulous.
Wordcount: 627
Taunt: My phandom is half-ghost! And it has a cooler logo than your fandom!

-o-

“Jeez. Lighten up, would you? So she kissed you. Big deal!”
“Way to be supportive of my problem.”
“What problem? There’s never a problem when there’s been kissing involved! I thought you liked her!”
Danny blushed. “I…I don’t!”
Tucker smiled in an annoying, know-it-all kind of way. “Right. So what is the problem? Was it a bad kiss?”
If possible, Danny blushed brighter. “It was fine, I guess,” he mumbled.
Tucker’s annoying, know-it-all smile got bigger. “Wait. Wait. It was your first kiss. That’s it, isn’t it? She was your first kiss!” he crowed triumphantly. A beat. “So…why are you upset that she was your first kiss?”
Danny was frowning, now, but the blush hadn’t gone away.
Tucker pinched Danny’s cheek. “Aww…that’s…that’s cute.”
Danny swatted him away, burying his burning face in his arms, slumping to the table. “Let’s just drop it.” The request was muffled, but spoken loud enough so as to be understood.
“You’re the one who brought it up,” Tucker tried to keep the smirk out of his voice. He really did.
“So now I’m saying forget it, all right?” Danny raised his head enough that his face was visible. He wasn’t smiling. Still kinda blushing, though.
“If it wasn’t the kiss, what was it?” Tucker was genuinely curious. Danny, though hesitant, seemed to notice the change in tone and responded slowly.
“It was just…she brushed it off, after.” A half-hearted shrug of his shoulder. He lowered his head slightly into his arms again, now only the top half of his face visible, his mouth mumbling the words as he blushed anew. “It…kinda made me upset, is all.”
Danny was sensitive. Now was the point where Jazz would probably hug him and comfort him to assure him that he was a validated person.
Tucker laughed aloud, not bothering to muffle the sound. “Dude. You know how…girly that sounds, right?”
“Gaaaaaawd, shut up.” Danny buried his glowing face completely in his arms again. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you!”
“Come on! I’m your best friend! It’s my job to give you a hard time. But seriously, a girl you like kissed you! You should be celebrating!” Tucker was confident in the script, now. Danny would stammer disclaimers and when Sam finally got to the lunch table, he’d do something moronic and everything would be fixed.
Tucker was taken aback at the sudden rush of cold he felt. Danny extracted his head from his arms, and he didn’t look so embarrassed anymore. He looked murderous. “It didn’t mean anything to her! And maybe I’m reading too much into it, and apparently that makes me a lesser person, but I’m allowed to be pissed about it if I want to be. If that’s okay with you.”
Tucker did a double take as the last few phrases out of Danny’s mouth were spoken in clouds of foggy breath. Danny, though, took it for what it was—a ghostly presence—and reacted accordingly.
“Damn it.”
Tucker saw, like he always did, the way Danny’s whole demeanor changed. Gone was his blush, his poor posture; he stood up, shoulders tensed, looking around suspiciously to see if the ghost had manifested yet.
“Danny…” Tucker trailed off, registering the look of anger on Danny’s face.
“Whatever. It doesn’t even matter. Cover for me.” In a flash, he’d ducked under the lunch table to do his thing, and disappeared without another word.
A few moments later, Sam joined Tucker, carrying a tray with some wilted lettuce and an orange on it. “Where’s Danny?” she asked conversationally, frowning at the lettuce in distaste and drowning it in Italian dressing packets.
“Ghosting,” Tucker answered absently. The script was the same, and yet…it really wasn’t as much fun as it had been a minute ago.

Fandom 69: No Such Thing as Ghosts (Super Mario Bros.)

candy__chan — Mon, 12 Nov 2012 01:47:35 GMT

Title: No Such Thing as Ghosts
Author: Candyland (candy__chan)
Fandom: Super Mario Bros: The original gangsta of video games, Mario and his brother Luigi take on King Bowser and his army of Koopas, Goombas, and other assorted oddities in order to rescue Princess Peach from his reptilian claws. Again.
Wordcount: 1618 words
Taunt: I'm sorry, but my fandom is in another castle.

(No Such Thing as Ghosts)

Fandom 68: Such Perfect Joy Therein (Silent Hill 2)

candy__chan — Sat, 18 Aug 2012 00:52:09 GMT

Title: Such Perfect Joy Therein
Author: Candyland (candy__chan)
Fandom: Silent Hill 2: James Sunderland gets a letter from his beloved wife Mary, asking him to come and meet her in their special place. The only thing is that Mary has been dead for quite some time. He goes immediately to Silent Hill to find her. Survival instincts? What are those? I own nothing!
Wordcount: 1013 words
Taunt: My fandom has geometry for a face.

(Such Perfect Joy Therein)

Fandom 67: Time Enough (Drawn: The Painted Tower)

candy__chan — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 19:47:27 GMT

Title: Time Enough
Author: Candyland (candy__chan)
Fandom: Drawn: The Painted Tower: After her kingdom is overtaken by a king and his evil chancellor, a girl named Iris with a special gift is trapped at the top of a magical tower. You must save her, in what is easily one of the most beautiful games I've ever played.
Wordcount: 844
Taunt: My fandom is…oh, hell, who am I kidding, it's non-existent! Also, hello I'm alive~

(Time Enough)

Fandom #13: For Old Times’ Sake (Love Hina)

ammchan — Fri, 14 Jan 2011 06:19:22 GMT

Title: For Old Times’ Sake
Author: Amm (ammchan )
Fandom: Love Hina: Keitaro has tried for three years to get into Tokyo University, in order to fulfill a childhood promise he only vaguely remembers. He hasn’t had any luck yet, but after meeting Naru and moving into the Hinata House, he hopes things will be different.
Wordcount: 2,426
Taunt: My fandom says “Myuh.”

( Keitaro is a little worried when his wife asks him if he knows what day it is. )

Fandom #12: Under the Weather (Three Delivery)

ammchan — Mon, 13 Sep 2010 16:20:11 GMT

Title: Under the Weather
Author: Amm (ammchan)
Fandom: Three Delivery: Three children are adopted by a Badass Grandma, and learn kung-fu from her so that they can save Chinatown (and the world) from an evil old guy who wants to take it over and make things miserable for everyone. Also, they deliver Chinese food.
Wordcount: 3,843
Taunt: My fandom knows kung-fu.

( On a rainy morning in Chinatown, Sue wakes up sick with a cold. )

Fandom 80: Crazy Cat Lady (Batman)

aishuu — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 21:39:22 GMT

Title: Crazy Cat Lady
Author: aishuu
Fandom: Batman: Batman! Batman! Batman! Batman! Batman! Na na na na na na na....
Wordcount: 750
Taunt: The only thing that matches my fandom's wealth is the sheer amount of crazy.

Crazy Cat Lady

Fandom 06: Scars That Run Deep (Inception)

jusrecht — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 15:35:57 GMT

Title: Scars That Run Deep
Author: jusrecht
Fandom: Inception: Dom Cobb, an "extractor", is promised a chance to regain his old life in exchange for planting an idea in a corporate target's mind.
Word Count: 240
Taunt: My fandom screws up your mind.

Scars That Run Deep

Fandom 05: Thanatos (Sengoku Basara)

jusrecht — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 15:33:54 GMT

Title: Thanatos
Author: jusrecht
Fandom: Sengoku Basara: In the bloody Sengoku Period, many generals fought in an endless struggle for power, but one man proved to be too big of a threat: the dark lord, Oda Nobunaga. Sanada Yukimura and Date Masamune, two young warriors from different regions who become heated rivals, begin to form an unlikely alliance with the rest of the generals to take down the Devil King.
Word Count: ~1200
Taunt: My fandom has motorcycle-horses.

Thanatos

Fandom 04: Endless Blue (Glass Mask)

jusrecht — Sat, 05 Jun 2010 18:48:44 GMT

Title: Endless Blue
Author: jusrecht
Fandom: Glass Mask: A girl sacrifices everything for acting. Another girl does too. They compete to become a goddess.
Word Count: 640
Taunt: My fandom has more than thirty years under its belt.

Endless Blue

Fandom 66: Stabbed in the Front (Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days)

candy__chan — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 04:19:29 GMT

Title: Stabbed in the Front
Author: Candyland (candy__chan)
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days: Play as Roxas during his days in Organization XIII. Go on missions and try to figure out what the Org's real plan is. All this leads up to the only video game ending to EVER make me cry. Seriously. Gut-punch to the extreme.
Wordcount: 2387
Taunt: My fandom has a mysterious new female character with a mysterious past and mysterious powers and a mysterious connection to the main character. Insert your own joke here.

(Stabbed in the Front)

Fandom 03: Life is a Waving Feather (Naruto)

jusrecht — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 08:45:27 GMT

Title: Life is a Waving Feather
Author: jusrecht
Fandom: Naruto: A boy becomes a ninja and everyone also becomes a ninja. A boy hosts a monster but sadly not everyone hosts a monster.
Word Count: ~3700
Taunt: My fandom is so big it doesn't need any introduction to scare people.

Fandom 65: What Can't Be Seen (Princess and the Frog)

candy__chan — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 18:03:11 GMT

Title: What Can't Be Seen
Author: Candyland (candy__chan)
Fandom: The Princess and the Frog: A girl named Tiana and a prince named Naveen go on a quest to get un-froggified with the help of a trumpet-playing gator and a Cajun firefly with a very unusual love interest against one of the (visually) coolest villains Disney’s churned out in a long time.
Wordcount: 376
Taunt: My fandom has friends on the other side.

(What Can't Be Seen)

Fandom 64: For Queen and Country (Queen's Thief)

candy__chan — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 17:53:17 GMT

Title: For Queen and Country
Author: Candyland (candy__chan)
Fandom: Queen's Thief: A series of books following the adventures of Gen, a very unusual, but skilled (and lovable) thief whose plot twists you will NOT see coming. (Extra note: This story contains spoilers for “The Thief,” but not the big fat honking one at the end.)
Wordcount: 524
Taunt: My fandom starts with the letter Q, and that's good enough for me.

(For Queen and Country)

Fandom 63: Sacrifice (Tetris)

candy__chan — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 05:55:32 GMT

Title: Sacrifice
Author: Candyland (candy__chan)
Fandom: Tetris: The quintessential video game! Clear rows using seven different blocks.
Wordcount: 239
Taunt: My fandom takes playing with blocks to a whole new level.

(Sacrifice)

Fandom 79: Shoujo Manga Syndrome (Kimi ni Todoke)

aishuu — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 19:47:08 GMT

Title: Shoujo Manga Syndrome
Author: aishuu
Fandom: Kimi ni Todoke: A sweet shoujo romance featuring a rather unlikely heroine and the cutest, kindest boy ever.
Wordcount: 300
Taunt: My fandom may look creepy, but it's really, really misunderstood and just wants to be friends.

That Story Is Not True

Fandom #11: Competition (Professor Layton)

ammchan — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 03:30:13 GMT

Title: Competition
Author: Amm (ammchan)
Fandom: Professor Layton: From the streets of St. Mystere to the luxury of the Molentary Express—just how far will Luke and Layton go to find puzzles? Follow their adventures, and try not to let the murder you're investigating distract you from these puzzles that EVERYONE will throw at you.
Wordcount: 1,560
Taunt: My fandom is worth more Picarats than you will ever earn. Ever.

"It's rather embarrassing, isn't it, professor?" Luke asked, with a child-like innocence. "She's been staying in the room right next to ours, the whole time, and neither of us noticed!"

"Indeed, Luke," Layton replied, in an uncomfortable sigh. "But...perhaps we shouldn't dwell on it."

"I suppose not. I just find it hard to believe is all..."

Flora was giggling as she trailed behind the two, listening to them converse. She wasn't sure if she should feel guilty, for hiding the fact that she, too, was on the Molentary Express—or proud, that she had managed to elude the brilliant professor and his apprentice. Either way, though, she felt a certain relief, not having to hide from them anymore. In hindsight, she couldn't even remember why she felt the need to in the first place. Maybe she just didn't want to burden them. Maybe she didn't want to feel fragile, or too dependent on them to take care of her.

Whatever it was, though, she wasn't worried anymore. They were like family, and she really felt like she belonged, just as her father had hoped. Combine that with the fact that she was on the most luxurious, beautiful train she had ever seen? Well, she wouldn't hesitate to say she was the happiest girl on earth.

"Ah, here we are then," the professor announced, finally stopping. "This is us."

Strolling through the all the train cars, seeing the pretty paintings and lavish decorations really made the walk back to the room in Car 3 seem longer than it really was. But they had finally made it back for well deserved rest, after all the fuss Tom caused.

"Oh—I nearly walked past it!" Luke said jokingly, in a laugh. He turned around quickly, and his eyes wandered to the door next to theirs. "So that must be your room then, right, Flora?"

The young girl nodded, shyly smiling. It was the room they had passed not moments before, she realized.

"That's right. But...I'd love to see yours first."

"Oh, but of course, dear." Layton had unlocked the door by that point, and replied before Luke had even gotten a chance to. "I insist. Though I wouldn't think the room would be any different from your own. Do come in."

The professor walked in first, with Luke and Flora following closely behind him. She shut the door and immediately began to look around, examining the room—giggling, as she saw Luke's things scattered about, his trunk still open. Silently, she wondered when the professor would bother him about it. But she didn't say anything.

"So, what do you think?" Luke asked her with a grin. "The same as yours, I suppose, isn't it?"

"Similar," Flora replied curtly, smiling back. "In my room, the couch is actually...over there. My bed is over on the other side, and...my sheets are a little different, I think." She continued looking about, imagining her own room for the brief moment as she did so. "This room is certainly lovely, though. I especially love these roses here!"

Her attention had turned to the vase on the small coffee table at the center of the room, which was adorned with the beautiful flowers. They had caught Layton's attention as well: he looked at them with interest and thoughtfully put a hand on his chin, in his usual gentlemanly manner.

"Ah, yes. I'm quite fond of them myself," he commented with a nod. "They do smell nice, don't they?"

"They look nice, too," Flora added, stroking one of the buds gently. The petals were soft, and she could tell they must've been well taken care of.

"Indeed." The professor then cast a critical eye over to the couch, where Flora had just noticed Luke's trunk; his belongings, scattered all over it. "But it's a shame that a certain someone's mess in the room rather detracts from their beauty."

"H-huh?!" Luke's reaction was immediate—and so was Flora's giggling, when she saw that innocent look on his face. It was contagious, too: the professor was soon smiling, chuckling a little as well, and it didn't take Luke long to figure out what they were talking about. He scratched his head, looking quite embarrassed as he spoke: "Oh...er, yeah, I suppose I should put my stuff back in my trunk, huh..."

"That would be wise," Layton replied authoritatively. "A gentleman always keeps a tidy room, especially in the presence of a lady."

"Oh, all right, professor. I'll do it now," the young boy grumbled—and he looked at his belongings with dread.

A sigh escaped his lips as he began to gather his various things, tossing them hastily in his trunk. Flora watched him. In went his many, many books, his teddy bear, his harmonica; in went the camera, and the pan and the spatula, though she couldn't help but wonder why he would need them: the food on the Molentary Express was quite popular, and there was no need to cook for oneself. Luke, she could tell, was beginning to wonder the same thing. His trunk had simply refused to close.

First, it was the handle of the pan. It wasn't big deal: he just moved some things around and made it fit, albeit rather crudely. Then it was the arm of his teddy bear, which he didn't want to damage; so he shifted things around again. Then it was the spatula here, the strap of his camera there...

"Agh! I just don't get it. I don't know how I ever managed to fit everything in here in the first place. I remember it was tight fit, but gosh—" He pounded lightly on the lid in frustration, hoping that it might help. But it didn't seem to make a difference.

Layton was studying him, seeming amused at his efforts. They were both watching Luke now, in fact, as he rearranged the objects again and again, and trying each time in vain to close the lid. He groaned, and the professor seemed surprisingly reluctant to help him.

"Yes," he finally said, very matter-of-factly. "It would appear getting everything to fit in your trunk is a puzzle in itself."

"Oh, come now, it can't be all that bad." Flora tried to be positive, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder encouragingly as she looked at all the various items he had to deal with. "What have you got there?"

"I warned him to pack lightly," the professor chimed in, before he could answer.

Luke just scratched his head, murmuring: "I just...wasn't sure what we would need is all."

"Hmm."

There was a moment of silence as Flora thoughtfully placed a hand over her chin, gently rubbing it. Her eyes narrowed, and her head tilted to the right and left as she began to pack in Luke's things one by one. The big things first—then the smaller things last to fill in the gaps. Just the way one ought to handle 3-D puzzles. Clearly, she was focused. Deep in thought, taking things in and out: not a single sound interrupted her as she worked, and Layton realized he knew that look all too well. He chuckled.

"Well, would you look at that! Luke," he said, placing a hand on his apprentice's head. "It would appear you've got some puzzle-solving competition on your hands."

"Competition?" he repeated, a tad bewildered. His attention suddenly turned to Flora, just in time to see her slam down the trunk's lid with a smile. "Ah—!"

"There! That ought to do it," she announced proudly and suddenly. She brushed what seemed to be imaginary dirt off her hands, and gave the trunk a firm pat, smiling at the two with a look of satisfying victory. It was closed at last. They could only stare at her, baffled, until Luke actually gave her a light applause.

"Marvelous!" he exclaimed, looking impressed as he examined the trunk. "Not a a single thing sticking out. You're good, Flora!"

"Quite impressive. And in record time, too," the professor added; and he continued jokingly: "I suppose I'll have to think of twice as many puzzles now, for the both of you."

"And I'll have to work twice as hard on them." Luke folded his arms and looked at Flora with a determined grin, as if to say 'I challenge you.'

"O-or half as hard," she corrected, a bit hesitantly, picking up on this vibe. "After all, this is more like a partnership than a competition, isn't it, Luke?"

The boy frowned, raising an eyebrow; he supposed she had a point there. He placed a hand on his chin as he pondered this. "But... but it's puzzle solving," he said finally, almost decisively. "It'll always feel like a competition to me. Right, professor?"

"I'm afraid that's just how he is, Flora," Layton nodded in agreement.

Men and their competitions, Flora laughed, shaking her head, and couldn't help but roll her eyes just a little bit. She supposed she didn't have a choice but to accept this 'challenge' of theirs, if she was going to continue travel with them. It was just like Luke to think that way, too, she realized; and just like the professor to encourage it, as his mentor. Competition was healthy after all, and it could bring out the best in people.

Maybe it could do the same for her.

A/N: Aagh, finally! My first fanfic for the Layton fandom. This one's actually been about 90 percent done for over a month now, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out how to end it properly >_< I was pretty close to just putting "AND THEY ALL LIVED CANONICALLY EVER AFTER THE END" ...or something. Haha.

But anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. This makes fandom number 11 for my 100FandomHell challenge, in which I am crazy and attempt to write one hundred different drabbles/shorts for one hundred different fandoms. Thanks for reading XD;

Fandom #10: Friendly Reminder (The World Ends with You)

ammchan — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 03:16:07 GMT

Title: Friendly Reminder
Author: Amm (ammchan)
Fandom: The World Ends with You: Seven days. That's how long Neku Sakuraba has to last in order to win the Reapers' Game, and a second chance at life. Handicapped with no memory and a supposed "partner" who does nothing but stalk him, he roams the streets of Shibuya, searching for answers—and a way out.
Wordcount: 3,002
Taunt: My fandom is Noisier than yours.

( After the events of the Reapers’ Game, Shiki realizes that maybe she hasn’t changed quite as much as she thought. )

Fandom #09: Scattered Pieces (Code Geass)

ammchan — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 02:58:58 GMT

Title: Scattered Pieces
Author: Amm (ammchan)
Fandom: Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion: Using his Geass powers of mind control, Lelouch Lamperouge—a former member of the Britannian royal family—sets out to take down his jerkass father's corrupt empire, in order to create a world where his precious sister Nunnally can be safe.
Wordcount: 2,510
Taunt: My fandom is sometimes called Gayass. For good reason.

My head is spinning. My thoughts are running rampant in so many different directions, I can't even tell which way is up any more.

Nothing makes sense. Nothing feels familiar any more—it all just feels cold, foreign, and distorted. And distant—everything seems far away now. Everything and everyone; it's like they're just beyond my reach. Maybe that's why I'm running now—to catch up. Running, because that's what I thought I had to do. It's the only thing that feels right, but I don't know why, and I don't even know what I'm running from. What exactly happened just now?

It kind of felt like watching my life flash before my eyes: a different life, a life that felt so alien, so weird that at first, I thought it must have been a dream. But with each passing image, each little picture that flashed in my mind, I felt more convinced that it wasn't. Those glimpses I saw, those scenes—they were real. These were my real memories, and I lived through them.

But where have they been until now? What happened to them? And why were they so fleeting? Each scene only lasted for a brief second, and then it faded away. But thinking back now, I definitely remember each one. It's all a big jumbled mess in my head—like the scattered pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that now I've got to put together. But it's all there—I remember everything.

First it was the craze over the Black Knights. Everyone was excited for that battle at Narita, and I remember cheering right alongside them. Maybe that's why my father's death was particularly hard on me—maybe that's why I never felt like I had the right to cry, to mourn him. I always held it in. I actually had the nerve to cheer for the Black Knights—for the battle that took his life. I thought it was cool. Just thinking about it makes me feel like dirt. Like it was all my fault.

But no. No, that's where Lulu comes in, doesn't he? Or at least, that's what Miss Viletta told me. That's right. She wasn't our gym teacher after all. No. And she knew: she was the one who was trying to tell me the whole time that Lulu was Zero, that he was the one responsible for everything the Black Knights did. But how, how could I even begin to believe that? After he everything he did for me—the way he showed up that night, in the rain, soaking wet—and even apologized for being late. He didn't even want to be there. I could tell he had other things on his mind, and yet he didn't complain once. Not even after I started crying. Not even after I kissed him.

The mere thought of it actually stopped me in my tracks. I'm breathing heavily now; of course I am, I've been running from god knows what. Did I really kiss him? I must have. I still remember the overwhelming guilt I felt for it. Taking advantage of him like that... I even apologized to him.

No, it wasn't until later that I'd actually start to believe Miss Viletta. Believe her, and shoot her for it to protect his secret. I didn't want to—my hands are trembling now, just like they were that day as I held his gun. I'm praying that the bullet will miss. It's like I'm reliving it. The shock I felt when that mask slipped off him, when I took his gun in my hands... I'm feeling it all over again. And she's not even the only person I've shot.

My knees suddenly gave way under me. I'm on the cold ground now, and I'm shaking, wishing that whatever had just happened would undo itself. I don't want these memories. I just want things to go back to he way they were before. I want to remember my friends — I want to remember Lulu, the way I've always remembered him. I don't want any more of these lies. But I can't. I can't take the good memories and forget the bad. He tried that. It must've been why he made me forget everything... But it would be too good to be true, too selfish.

I've always been selfish. I can't... I can't be that way anymore... and if that means I have to accept Lulu as Zero... as the man who was responsible for killing my father, and all those people, then... then maybe that's just what I have to do. Maybe this is what he's been fighting all along. This world of lies, of deceit. Fighting all by himself...

I have to help him.

I'm back on my feet again, though I'm not sure how I managed it. I just knew I needed to find him. He needs to know. He needs to know that I don't hate him; that even though everyone else may lie and deceive and wear a mask—I won't. I never will again. I can't do that to him. I know that my memories were tampered with... but now that they're back, I've got to stay true.

Someone's standing in front of me. I can see her long, blonde hair shining in the sunlight. It almost blinded me, but I'm approaching her anyway now, slowly. My hand reaches for her shoulder.

"M-madame President?" Her face is the first one that popped into my head. Maybe she would know where to find Lulu—they seemed to be close enough of friends. I suppose it couldn't hurt to at least ask,though I know she'll tease me for it. I swallow, hoping to quell the butterflies churning in my stomach, and with a deep breath, I just blurt it out as she turns around, slowly: "Er, have you seen—"

—Lulu? I can hear his name in my head, but for some reason I just can't seem to blurt it out. I'm too busy staring. Staring in front of me like one of those stupid horror movie girls who are always the first to die. And it really is like something out of a bad horror movie. Her face doesn't look like Milley's at all. I close my eyes, blinking them a few times, just to make sure they aren't lying to me too. I keep watching her—she's smiling at me, but hasn't said a single word to me yet—and I finally notice that her face doesn't even seem to be real.

It falls off and hits the ground with a loud thunk, which echoes throughout the hallway. Some kind of mask. It disappears after that, but strangely enough, this doesn't even bother me. I'm too focused on her face, which seems blackened somehow. Obscured, even though it's in plain sight. No. That wasn't Madame President... My feet start to back up without me even realizing it, and, still contemplating why I had seen what I just did, I break into a run.

I admit it. I'm scared. I'm tired, but I have to keep on running. Have to get away...

"Rivalz? Ohgi?" Two more figures appear in front of me, and I recognize them instantly. I stop for a moment, anxiously waiting for them to turn around. When they did however, the exact same thing happened. Just like before, with Madame Pres... it wasn't them, and the same fear was churning up inside of me. I can feel my heart pounding out of my chest.

This can't be happening. Nina, Suzaku... all of the school council members... who else is there left for me to trust? Is... is there anyone?

Where was he?

But just ask the thought pops into my head, I look around frantically and find the answer to my question in the form of another shadow, quietly lurking in the corner. He catches my eye and I walk towards him slowly, but he doesn't seem to notice me. In fact, just as soon as I get close to him, he casually begins to walk away from me. I can't help but narrow my eyes, watching him in utter confusion.

"Lulu?" I call out to him, hoping to get his attention. But he just keeps on walking. I saw him turn a sharp corner, and without any hesitation, I decide to follow him. There are doubts at the back of my mind, just hovering there, trying to confuse me. But I know it is him; it has to be.

I manage to keep behind him for a few rooms (they were small), but not knowing the layout of this strange place kind of puts me at a disadvantage. I lose him, of course and, not really knowing what else to do, I just stand there and look around, hoping that—I don't know, maybe he'd jump out at me or something equally ridiculous. Instead, I see someone else. Someone shorter this time, with short, wavy silver hair that looked familiar. My instinct at first is to back away, since I am still jumpy and afraid that he'll be just like the others... but I calm down a little when I actually hear his voice.

"Shirley?" He looks rather surprised to see me—though to be fair, it's not like I was exactly expecting to see him either.

"Rolo!"

"What are you doing here?" His voice is critical, and he looks at me like I don't belong, like he wants me to leave. Any other time, I would have taken the hint and actually done so. (I don't like to stay where I'm not wanted, after all.) But I opt to stay. I need to ask him. Since he's supposedly his brother now—taking Nana's place, no less—maybe he'll know...

"Listen, have... have you seen Lulu?" I murmur to him slowly. I hope I don't look as desperate as I feel...

"Lelouch?" He says it like he didn't know who I meant; like he needed to translate the nick name or something. I would've thought everyone would be used to it by now, but I guess I was wrong. "He's not here right now. And you shouldn't be either."

"Oh..." I look down towards my feet, mumbling to myself: "But I could have sworn, I saw him... I followed him right to you."

It seems I said it soft enough that he didn't quite hear me, which for some reason strikes me as a good thing. I am a little hesitant to say anything to him at all after that, however, so I kept quiet. It must have shown on my face, since he's looking at me suspiciously, as he asks: "Why are you looking for my brother?"

I return his suspicion, a part of me wondering why he referred to Lulu in such a possessive way. I honestly don't know if I can trust him either. He certainly doesn't trust me, I can tell—and he doesn't know that I've got my memories back. Would it matter if he knew? What was his role in any of this? In all my jumbled memories, I couldn't quite figure it out. I wondered what Lulu himself might tell me to do... but Rolo was looking at me expectantly now, and I realized I didn't really have the time to think too hard.

I couldn't rely on what anyone else would do, not any more. Not Lulu, not anybody. So, instead I made the decision to talk, and open up a little. Despite his suspicion, despite us being strangers, I'm somehow getting the feeling that the little guy actually cares for Lulu, and maybe he can help me. Maybe he's on my side. Maybe we could work together, and both help him and support him in what he's doing....

So I explain what's on my mind. How I'm worried about Lulu, how I need to talk to him, want to talk to him about what his plans are, and what the Black Knights are doing. How I wanted to help him create this ideal world without lies, without deceit—a beautiful world where we could all live together in harmony, and where he could be reunited with Nana, his sister. Because I know—I know, that unless his memories were tampered with too, Lulu missed her dearly.

I must've acted more frantic than I thought. Rolo's giving me this strange look now: did I actually manage to scare him somehow? I suddenly really hope that I don't get this way all the time, talking about Lulu. How embarrassing that would be!

And how strange. I could've sworn, for a second... well, I guess I'm really not sure what it was. Something weird with Rolo's eyes... maybe he blinked or... they changed color somehow? It was probably a trick of the light. I shake my head a little, shutting my eyes as I try to get my vision back into focus—but when I open them again, he's gone.

"Rolo...? Hey, did you just feel—"

I take a step forward, turning my head to look for him. I figure I must have just gotten disoriented turned around or something, that he might have been in another part of the room. But I don't see him at all. Unnghh... no... in fact, I d-don't see anything... and after taking that step forward, the next thing I know I somehow find myself collapsed on the ground. And … and in pain... somehow everything just really hurts. As if someone had … had....

"Blood?" I strain my neck up a little bit, attempting to examine my stomach area, which was now soaked in red. "That wasn't... wasn't there... before... R-rolo?"

I let my head fall back down and start staring at the ceiling again. It was just too heavy, too much of a strain on my neck to hold up like that... and at least the ceiling isn't coated in my blood. How did this happen anyway? Who... who did this to me...?

Did... Did I maybe say something wrong? Is this it, am I... am I done? Who could possibly be around to help me, after all?

I can tell my breathing's getting heavier by the minute. This isn't good... I should call a doctor. That would be something wise to spend your last waking moments on. I need one, I know. But the person I really need to talk to is Lulu... yes, I'll call him instead... if only my arm wasn't being so difficult to move. I struggle for a little while, but it's really not worth my strength. I can hear footsteps now, which gives me a little bit of hope.

I'll hang on for a little while longer, to talk to this person. Whoever it is, maybe he can pass on my message to Lulu... so he'll know... so he'll know that I was always on his side... always will be...

The pain isn't so bad now anyways. Everything is just numb now...

Numb...

And cold...

A/N: Assdfghjjk; *hides in shame* Okay, I-I'm sorry for angst and woe in that one guys. And I apologize too if I messed up on describing the canon a bit, as I haven't actually seen this episode (R2 13) or the series in general, in a while. I wanted to write Code Geass fanfic, but I wasn't really sure what to write...so I figured I'd try my own interpretation of a canon event. (So yes, this is the first fic I've written for the fandom. ^^;)

Of course, I had to go and pick one of the most depressing events EVER... b-but oh well. She's my favorite character though (and Lelouch/Shirley my favorite couple of the series), and I think this was one of the best scenes to use to try to get into her head...

Anyway, I'm more of a fluff-and-happy, rainbows-and-butterflies person myself, so I don't know how this turned out in terms of quality. But I tried my best and... I don't know, I hope I didn't like, burn your eyes or something XD Thanks so much for reading.

Fandom 78: Harmony (Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon)

aishuu — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 22:03:44 GMT

Title: Enemies
Author: aishuu
Fandom: Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon: Cheesy liveaction adaptation of Sailor Moon, featuring bad acting and tacky special effects.
Wordcount: 1,000
Taunt: My fandom will punish you, in the name of the moon (and tacky plushy characters that henshin into annoying little kids in sailor fuku).

Let there be peace

Fandom 77: The Voice of Reason (Ayatsuri Sakon)

aishuu — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 19:28:37 GMT

Title: The Voice of Reason</a>
Author: aishuu
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon: Puppeteer puppets possessed puppet to postulate posthumous possibilities. Film at 11.
Wordcount: 1,800
Taunt: ...there is no fandom for this. Sigh.

High School is Not For Everyone</a>

Fandom 76: Kurt and the Castrati (Glee)

aishuu — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 06:26:05 GMT

Title: Kurt and the Castrati
Author: aishuu
Fandom: Glee: Take High School musical, punch it in the stomach, and add Jane Lynch... that's Glee.
Wordcount: 700
Taunt: My fandom invented the slushy facial... want one?

Just because Kurt sings like a girl doesn't make him one.

Fandom 75: Class Leader (Star Trek Reboot)

aishuu — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 06:20:53 GMT

Title: Class Leader
Author: aishuu
Fandom: Star Trek (Reboot): The classic Star Trek series, 2.0.
Wordcount: 200
Taunt: My fandom invented slash.

Jim Kirk in high school....

Fandom 74: Lessons, Chrestomanci Style (The Chronicles of Chrestomanci)

aishuu — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 06:08:53 GMT

Title: Lessons, Chrestomanci Style
Author: aishuu
Fandom: The Chronicles of Chrestomanci: Being the story of Chrestomanci, the man who controls magic, and the antics he has to deal with, as written with Diana Wynne Jones (AKA the best British children's writer who I suspect a certain JKR was a fan of...)
Taunt: My fandom will just outlive yours.

on official business