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I'm Not Gay! - part 1-3

a1y_puff — Sun, 19 Jul 2015 15:23:17 GMT

- The Dorks -
{ I’m Not Gay! Please be My Girl! {

1 | Kamu Kan Gay
    “Sori, gimana? Tadi kamu bilang apa?”
    Ran mengerjapkan matanya. Ia memperthatikan laki-laki yang berdiri dengan sedikit menduduk di hadapannya ini dengan seksama. Pipinya sedikit memerah, dan senyumannya terlihat gugup. Helaian rambutnya yang kecoklatan menari pelan tertiup angin sore.
    “Erm. Aku sudah lama suka sama kamu,” cowok itu mengulangi pernyataanya. “Kamu mau ya, jadi pacarku?”
    Sekali lagi, Ran mengerjapkan matanya. Hening mengisi udara di antara mereka. Lalu, seolah mendapat momen eureka, Ran berseru pelan, “Oh!”
    Cowok di hadapannya masih menunggu jawaban. Ran menepuk bahunya pelan, menatap sepasang mata cokelat gelap itu dengan serius.
    “Maaf ya, tapi aku nggak bisa jadi kamuflase kamu,” ujar Ran dengan penuh simpati.
    Cowok itu terlihat bingung. “Eh? Kamuflase?” Ia menggaruk bagian belakang kepalanya. “Maksudnya…?”
    Ran kembali menepuk-nepuk bahu lelaki itu. “Habis, kamu gay, kan?”
    Cowok itu ternganga. “Ap—ak—ga—gay—haaah?”
    “Nggak apa-apa, kok,” Ran melebarkan senyumnya. “Aku nggak akan bilang siapa-siapa. Tapi, maaf ya, aku nggak bisa jadi kamuflase kamu.”
    Dan dengan itu, Ran mengundurkan diri dengan satu lambaian tangan, lalu berbalik ke arah pintu menuju tangga turun dari atap yang sudah sepi di jam pulang sekolah ini.
    Jika Ran menengok, mungkin dia akan tertawa karena melihat wajah cowok itu yang seperti megap-megap—mulutnya membuka dan menutup, gagal membentuk kata-kata.
    Jika Ran tinggal sedikit lebih lama, mungkin dia akan mendengar ketika cowok itu akhirnya dengan frustrasi meneriakkan: “Tapi aku bukan gay!”

* * *

Dia adalah Jun—entah siapa nama panjangnya. Ran hanya mengenalnya sebagai Jun, anak kelas dua yang sering mampir ke Houkago Bites. Sebagai anggota klub memasak, Ran memang sering shift menjadi waitress di kafe ini. Sejak beberapa bulan lalu, ia mulai sering melihat Jun di kafenya. Bukannya memperhatikan, sih, tapi Jun itu ‘rame’. Dia biasa datang dengan teman-temannya di klub bola. Kebetulan juga, salah satu teman Ran adalah manajer di klub bola.
    Mereka berisik sekali kalau sedang bercanda. Jun yang bertubuh tinggi, terlihat menonjol. Selain itu, dia tipe yang sepertinya senang melakukan kontak fisik dengan teman-teman lelakinya. Misalnya merangkul atau menyentuh.
    “Mungkin dia memang tipe yang touchy-feely sama teman-temannya,” komentar Mei, teman sekelas Ran yang dicurhatinya di jam istirahat siang itu. Mei inilah teman Ran yang adalah manajer klub bola. Walaupun selepas semester ini ia harus mengundurkan diri karena sudah kelas tiga.
    Ran menelengkan kepalanya. “Hmmm… tapi instingku bilang dia—berpotensi,” jawab Ran, sementara kaki mereka terus melangkah menaiki tangga menuju atap sekolah untuk makan siang.
    Mei tertawa. “Mungkin, instingmu saja yang bias,” ejeknya, yang hanya dibalas Ran dengan juluran lidahnya.
    Iya, memang Ran memiliki hobi yang sedikit unik. Dia senang membaca komik atau cerita-cerita berbau bromance. Menurut Ran, kedekatan yang terjalin antara lelaki itu manis dan menggemaskan. Makanya, dia juga memiliki ketertarikan yang sedikit berlebihan jika melihat cowok di dunia nyata yang kemungkinan adalah gay. Mungkin, itu awalnya mengapa Ran menyadari keberadaan Jun di sekitarnya.
    Ran meraih gagang pintu yang menuju ke atap sekolah. Baru saja menapakkan kaki keluar pintu, terdengar suara teriakan yang familiar. Suara cowok. Ran dan Mei bertukar pandang, lalu berjalan memutari dinding dan—
    Di sana, Ran dan Mei melihat Jun yang sedang berlagak menangis sambil memeluk seorang teman lelakinya. Ia mengenalinya sebagai bintang klub bola, Kenzo. Cowok berkacamata itu menepuk-nepuk kepala Jun sambil bilang, “Udah, udah.”
    Menyadari kehadiran Ran dan Mei, Kenzo mengangkat tangannya dari kepala Jun, yang membuat cowok itu lalu mengangkat kepalanya dan mengikuti arah pandang Kenzo.
    Jun membeku. Lengannya masih melingkar di badan Kenzo. Begitu sadar, dia buru-buru melompat mundur, gelagapan, “Ini—nggak—itu… eh…”
    Ran hanya tertawa kecil. “Santai aja, nggak apa-apa kok” katanya sambil berkedip, lalu berbalik ke arah dan menarik Mei pergi sambil bilang, “Tuh kan.”
    Jun membenamkan wajahnya ke telapak tangan, sementara Kenzo terbahak-bahak di sebelahnya.

* * *

2 | Bukan Seperti Kelihatannya, Kok…

    Houkago Bites selalu ramai di jam pulang sekolah dan sore hari, ketika para siswa yang punya kegiatan klub baru bubaran. Shift Ran hampir berakhir ketika Jun memasuki kafe bersama Kenzo, lalu melambaikan tangan padanya.
    Merasa sudah agak mengenal Jun, Ran tidak keberatan untuk melayaninya. Ia mendatangi Jun dan Kenzo dengan buku menu, lalu memberikan senyum komersilnya. “Selamat datang! Mau pesan apa?”
    “Aku bukan gay,” kata Jun, frontal.
    Ran berkedip. Lalu tersenyum sekali lagi. “Oke, mau pesan apa?”
    Tanpa perlu melihat ke menu, Jun dengan mantap menjawab, “Milkshake stroberi.”
    Ujung bibir Ran bergetar menahan geli. Kenzo yang menyadarinya, langsung tertawa dan menepuk bahu Jun.
    “Hei. Aku suka manis, tapi aku bukan gay!”
    Iya deh, sahut Ran dalam hati sembari mencatat pesanan Jun dan Kenzo yang memilih garlic bread dan soda. Ran memberikan satu senyuman terakhir, sebelum akhirnya undur diri. Ketika berjalan menuju dapur untuk menyampaikan pesanannya, perhatian Ran tertarik ke sekelompok siswi yang sedang berbisik-bisik dengan hebohnya.
    “Iya beneran, katanya ada celana dalam yang dicuri di asrama puteri!”
    “Sssh! Jangan keras-keras, kan baru gosip.”
    “Tapi katanya memang ada yang kehilangan kok, aku denger dari senior—“
    Ran menaikkan alisnya. Memang dia sudah mendengar bahwa belakangan, semakin banyak benda yang hilang. Mungkin, sampai di asrama nanti, dia bisa tanyakan ke teman sekamarnya. Kebetulan, Erika anggota OSIS. Mungkin dia tahu sesuatu.

* * *

    “Kak Ran dengar dari mana?” tanya Erika sambil mendongak dari meja belajarnya, ketika Ran menanyakan perihal gosip hilangnya celana dalam di asrama putri.
    “Tadi ada yang membicarakan itu di kafe,” sahut Ran sambil mengurai rambutnya yang sudah seharian dicepol itu. “Memangnya benar, ya?”
    Erika terlihat ragu untuk sesaat. Lalu, dengan suara dipelankan—seolah dinding saja bisa mendengar mereka—ia melanjutkan, “Aku nggak tahu detilnya, tapi memang benar. Aku dengar sendiri dari kak Kanna…”
    “Dari Kanna?” Ran mengulangi. Berarti memang bukan sekadar gosip.
    “Pokoknya, lebih hati-hati aja kak. Jangan lupa kunci pintu sebelum tidur juga,” pesan Erika.
    Ran mengangguk. Tapi, malam itu, setelah mandi air hangat dan merasa sangat mengantuk, Ran langsung menjatuhkan dirinya di kasur. Lupa bahwa dia yang terakhir masuk kamar. Lupa bahwa seharusnya dia mengunci pintu.

* * *

    Asrama putra masih hidup meski malam sudah mendekati pergantian hari. Beberapa murid kelas satu dan kelas dua berkumpul dalam satu kamar, membentuk lingkaran di lantai yang sempit dan memainkan truth or dare.
    Jun adalah salah satunya. Bersama enam orang anggota klub bola yang lain, mereka berkumpul di kamar Kenzo, yang sekamar dengan sesama anggota klub bola juga. Ketika tiba gilirannya, Jun dengan percaya diri menjawab, “Dare!”
    Keempat temannya bertukar pandang, saling berbisik, lalu menyeringai lebar. Raka, salah satu teman klubnya yang berambut spikey, menepuk pundak Jun.
    Perasaan Jun jadi tidak enak.
    “Oke, dare untukmu adalah: menyelinap ke asrama putri!” Raka berseru, dan disambut dengan sorakan teman-temannya yang lain.
    Jun memucat. “Ta-tapi kan—”
    “Nggak boleh mundur, Jun,” Kenzo ikut menyeringai. “Penalti buat yang menolak dare lebih berat, lho.”
    “Iya betul,” Raka menimpali lagi. “Untuk memastikan Jun benar-benar melakuakn dare-nya, Kenzo harus menemani!”
    “Heh?” yang disebut namanya protes. “Kenapa jadi aku?”
    Kali ini tak hanya Raka, tapi juga Hiro, kiper andalan klub yang biasanya berlagak cool, ikutan memojokannya. “Karena kalian kan partner. Temanilah dia.”
    “Terus kalau ketahuan, gimana?” tanya Jun ragu.
    Raka, Hiro dan Dai—yang notabene adalah juniornya—hanya tersenyum lebar. “Ya jangan sampai keathuan!”
    Jun dan Kenzo menghela napas panjang.

* * *

    “Lihat apa yang aku lakukan. Demi kamu,” Kenzo menggerutu sambil mengendap di koridor asrama putri.
Jun hanya meringis. “Salahmu sendiri tadi menyetujui dare ini. Jadi kena juga, kan?”
    Kenzo tidak berkomentar lagi. Pelan-pelan, mereka menaiki tangga ke lantai dua asrama putri. Letak asrama putera dan puteri berseberangan. Koridor mereka saling berhadapan, meski terpisah jarak yang lumayan jauh. Tugas Jun dan Kenzo adalah naik ke lantai dua, lalu pergi ke seberang kamar Kenzo, di mana di asrama putra, ketiga teman mereka menunggu sinyal bahwa mereka sudah disana. Nanti tinggal lambaikan ponsel dengan layar menyala, supaya terlihat sama para cowok di seberang sana.
    Jun dan Kenzo berjalan pelan-pelan. Seharusnya, sedikit lagi mereka sampai di area yang berseberangan dengan kamar Kenzo. Tapi, tiba-tiba terdengar bunyi langkah dari arah berlawanan. Bunyi langkah itu masih jauh, tapi terdengar jelas di tengah keheningan malam. Jun dan Kenzo buru-buru melipir ke dinding.
    Sorotan lampu senter terlihat. “Itu ibu asramanya patroli?” bisik Jun, panik.
    “Mana kutahu! Aduh, gawat. Mati kita kalau ketahuan,” desis Kenzo balik.
    Mereka merapatkan punggung ke dinding, merayap ke pintu kamar terdekat dan berharap demi apapun pintu itu tidak terkunci.
    Kenob pintu ditarik pelan-pelan. Pintu berderit ringan. Tanpa pikir panjang, Jun dan Kenzo menyusup ke dalam kamar dan kembali menutup pintu sepelan mungkin.
    Bunyi detak jantung mereka terdengar nyaring. Jun menahan napas, merapatkan punggung ke daun pintu. Kenzo sama tegangnya di sisinya. Ia menempelkan telinganya ke pintu.
    Suara langkah itu semakin dekat, dekat—lalu lewat. Beberapa detik setelahnya, keduanya masih menahan napas, hingga bunyi sepatu beradu dengan ubin itu telah lama tak terdengar.
    “Fuaah~” Jun menghembuskan napas panjang.
    Kenzo menginjak kakinya pelan. “Sssh!” ia menempelkan jari telunjuk di tangan, mengingatkan Jun untuk tetap diam.
    Tangan Kenzo kembali meraih kenob pintu. Sementara Jun memindai ruangan dengan matanya—memastikan bahwa penghuninya tidak terbangun.
    Di seberang ruangan, korden yang dibiarkan terbuka mengijinkan cahaya bulan menembus jendela. Terlalu gelap untuk melihat detil ruangan, tapi cukup untuk mengetahui bahwa gundukan di dua tempat tidur yang ditempatkan berseberangan itu masih tidak bergerak.
    “Hei,” panggil Kenzo. “Ayo kabur sekarang.”
    Jun mengangguk, lalu berbalik dan—kejadiannya begitu cepat. Jun tidak bisa menjelaskan kenapa kakinya bisa tersangkut dengan kaki Kenzo, membuat mereka kehilangan keseimbangan dan—
    GUBRAK!
    Jun memejamkan matanya, menahan pening dan ngilu pada sikunya karena terjatuh dalam posisi tengkurap. Tapi, tubuhnya tidak membentur lantai, tertahan oleh sesuatu yang hangat dan—
    “Oi,” geram Kenzo dari bawahnya. “Sakit tahu! Cepetan minggir, kamu berat!”
    “Eh? Maaf—“
    KLIK!
    Lampu meja belajar menyala, menerangi kamar itu dengan cahaya remang. Tapi, masih cukup terang bagi penghuni kamar itu untuk mengenali adanya penyusup yang masuk, lalu…
    Di sana, berdiri di depan meja belajar itu adalah sosok Ran, dengan rambut tergerai dan sedikit berantakan, memandangi mereka dalam diam.
    Lalu, gundukan di tempat tidur yang satu lagi bergerak. Sepasang kaki turun ke lantai. Cewek itu menengok ke arah pintu dengan wajah bingung. Setelah menyadari kekacauan yang ada di lantai dekat pintu kamar itu, ia berseru:
“ADA COWOOOK!!”
    Jun dan Kenzo buru-buru bangkit. Mereka mengangkat kedua tangan, seperti penjahat yang siap untuk menyerah. “Ka-kami bisa jelaskan,” kata Kenzo berusaha tenang, sambil sebelah tangannya meraih gagang pintu dan membukanya pelan-pelan.
    Mata Jun menatap Ran dengan panik. Hal terakhir yang diinginkannya adalah Ran menganggapnya sebagai cowok mesum yang menyelinap ke kamar cewek. Gadis itu terlihat masih memandanginya dan Kenzo bergantian, sementara teman sekamarnya—cewek berambut gelombang panjang itu—mengacungkan penggaris sambil berjalan mendekat.
Jun menelan ludah.
    KLIK. Kenzo berhasil membuka kenob pintu dan dengan cepat, menarik Jun keluar kamar, menuju koridor yang aman—
    Oh, tidak. Dari pintu di kiri-kanan kamar Ran itu, wajah-wajah penasaran bercampur kantuk menyembul keluar. Penghuni asrama di sekitar kamar yang terbangun itu, mematung begitu melihat dua sosok lelaki di area terlarang ini.
    “Uhh,” Kenzo mencoba bersuara lagi. Ia dan Jun terus melangkah mundur, hingga dinding mereka menabrak dinding balkon.
    Mereka terkepung.
    “Ini… nggak seperti kelihatannya, kok…” Jun mencoba bicara.
    Dia tidak pernah mengira, dikerubungi wanita dalam pakaian tidur mereka bisa semengerikan ini.
    “Mereka pasti mau nyuri pakaian dalam, tuh!”
    “Iya, ngapain coba, malam-malam begini nyelinap ke kamar cewek?”
    “Ya ampun, Kenzo! Aku nggak nyangka… ini pasti karena dia dipaksa temannya itu!”
    “Ta-tapi, mereka bilang cuma truth or dare?”
    “Maling mana ada yang mau ngaku?”
    Suara-suara bernada tinggi itu memenuhi telinga Jun, membuatnya makin menciut di dekat dinding. Di sebelahnya, Kenzo bungkam, sesekali melotot ke arahnya. Ketika melihat ke seberang, koridor asrama putera sepi. Ketiga teman mereka pasti sudah sembunyi begitu melihat bahwa mereka berdua ketahuan. Dalam hatinya, Jun merasa dongkol.
    “Ada apa ini?” sebuah suara baru bergabung dalam keributan kecil di sekeliling Jun. Siswi-siswi yang tadinya ribut sendiri, langsung terdiam. Kerumunan di depan Jun dan Kenzo terbelah, membukakan jalan untuk sesosok perempuan berambut hitam panjang dalam balutan daster berwarna krem dilapisi kardigan hitam.
    Sepasang mata gelap menatap Jun dan Kenzo dari balik kacamata.
    Kanna, si Ketua OSIS.
    Mati.

* * *

    Pada akhirnya, Kanna mengambil alih situasi. Gadis itu menyuruh semua siswi yang tidak berkepentingan untuk kembali ke kamar mereka, lalu bersama dengan Ran dan Erika, membawa Jun dan Kenzo ke ruang rekreasi di gedung utama yang merupakan zona netral bagi siswa dan siswi. Di tengah malam, ruangan itu sepi. Kanna berbaik hati untuk tidak sampai memberi tahu ibu asrama dan satpam yang berjaga di lobi. Tapi, tetap saja…
    “Truth or Dare?” Kanna mengulangi jawaban mereka dengan nada datar, sambil memandangi mereka dengan tatapan dingin.
    Jun dan Kenzo mengangguk kecil, tidak berani menatap wajah siswi yang paling disegani di sekolah mereka itu.
Kanna mengurut pangkal hidungnya, seperti sedang melawan sakit kepala. Wajahnya terlihat semakin seram. Di belakangnya, teman sekamar Ran bersedekap dan menatap mereka penuh tuduhan. Sementara Ran…
    Ran akhirnya maju dan menepuk pundak Kanna, mencoba tersenyum untuk mencairkan suasana. “Aku percaya kalau mereka bukan akan mencuri, kok. Mereka bukan orang seperti itu.”
    Dada Jun menghangat mendengar pernyataan Ran. Rasanya, terharu sekali dibela olehnya—
    “Habisnya, dia,” Ran menunjuk ke arah Jun, lalu setengah berbisik di telinga Kanna, “Dia kan, gay.”
    Jun tersedak air ludahnya sendiri, sementara Kenzo berusaha untuk tidak tertawa mengingat situasi mereka saat ini.
    Kanna memandangi Ran dengan ragu. “Be-begitu ya…?”
    Ran mengangguk mantap. Jun membuka mulutnya, hendak menyanggah, tapi tangan Kenzo buru-buru membekapnya. “Kami nggak punya alasan untuk mencuri… ini benar-benar hanya karena permainan bodoh saja, kok,” Kenzo mencoba meyakinkan.
    Sekali lagi, Kanna memandangi mereka. Lalu, ia menghela napas. “Kalian tetap harus dihukum,” ujarnya pelan sambil mengeluarkan ponselnya dan menekan-nekan layar sentuh itu.
    Jun dan Kenzo merapatkan diri satu sama lain, berharap Kanna bukan menghubungi ibu asrama. Bisa-bisa mereka mendapat hukuman serius.
    Sepuluh menit kemudian, Shuhei melangkah masuk ke ruang rekreasi. Terlihat tenang dan penuh senyum meski hanya dalam balutan kaus dan celana training. Jun dan Kenzo spontan berdiri begitu Shuhei berjalan mendekati mereka, lalu—
DUK! Jun merasakan jitakan keras di kepalanya, satu detik sebelum erangan tertahan terdengar dari mulut Kenzo. Shuhei lalu berjalan ke belakang mereka, dan dengan kedua tangannya, memaksa Jun dan Kenzo menundukkan kepala hingga badan mereka membungkuk.
    “Maaf ya semuanya, malam-malam begini mereka bikin ribut,” ujar Shuhei dengan suara lembut, kontras sekali dengan seberapa kuat dia menekan kepala mereka.
    Memahami maksud Shuhei, Jun dan Kenzo berucap hampir bersamaan, “maaf…”
    “Iya, nggak apa-apa,” jawab Ran ringan. “Jangan diulangi, ya.”
    “Nggak akan. Aku yang akan memastikan mereka kapok,” Shuhei berjanji.
    “Ya sudah, kurasa nggak perlu diperpanjang lagi,” ujar Kanna yang lalu menatap pada wakilnya itu. “Aku percaya kamu tahu hukuman yang pas bagi mereka.”
    “Pasti.”
    Jun merinding hukuman seperti apa yang diterimanya. Dalam hati, ia berjanji akan menyeret ketiga temannya yang mengusulkan dare ini.

* * *

Super Junior M: Zhoumi, Theme Set A # 7

jishu — Sat, 23 Apr 2011 10:52:28 GMT

Title: I Love You More Than Freedom
Character: Zhoumi
Author: jishu
Rating: PG-13
Theme: Set A # 7 jail
Summary: Being in jail wasn't so bad if you don't include the nightmares and the feelings of guilt and depression. But Ryeowook was slowly coping up with the help of the psychiatrist, his parents who visits him from time to time, his newfound jailmates and mostly, to his roommate, Zhoumi.

CLICK HERE to read~!!!

Super Junior M: Zhoumi, Theme Set A # 4

jishu — Sun, 13 Jun 2010 15:03:10 GMT

Title: I Love You More Than My Love For Food
Character: Zhoumi
Author: jishu
Rating: PG-13
Theme: Set A # 4 graduation
Summary: “Which do you love more? Zhoumi or fried chicken?”

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Prince of Tennis//Tezuka and Fuji//Theme Set A: #11 Broom Closet

lovefujitez — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 07:30:19 GMT

Prince of Tennis//Tezuka and Fuji// Theme Set A: #9: hospital

Date Submitted: 12/02/2009

Title: Juncture
Character: Tezuka/Fuji - Konomi's not mine, I just write about them.
Author:lovefujitez
Rating: G
Theme: Theme Set A # 11: broom closet
Warnings: yaoi, some kissing
Word Count: 2007 wor

Disclaimer: This Prince of Tennis fanfiction story is based on characters and settings developed by Takeshi Konomi and “Shonen Jump Weekly” magazine. No money is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: A promised fic for mitsu_syusuke . Ivy-chan this is for the prompt: "come here, we can't let them see us!"

A continuation from the previous drabble: Ineffable

Misstep: A planned encounter gone awry.

( “Let’s meet in a love hotel,” Fuji teased. )

Super Junior M: Zhoumi, Theme Set A # 8

jishu — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:42:05 GMT

Title: I Love You More Than Traveling Around The World a.k.a. I’d Rather Stay At Home With You
Character: Zhoumi
Author: jishu
Rating: PG-13
Theme: Set A #8 basement
Summary: Donghae loves to travel around the world and his job as a traveling journalist. After 7 years of traveling, he finally return to his house and found someone by the name of Zhoumi living in it and sleeping at his basement.

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neliobelmont — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 06:38:46 GMT

Title: The Yearning of a Boy's Heart Ch12 - Resolution
Character: Ryu / Ken
Author: neliobelmont
Rating: PG
Theme: Set D - Emergency Room
Warnings: Slash?
Summary: Days after the fight with Akuma, Ken wakes up in the Emergency Room with Ryu watching over him.

The Yearning of a Young Boys Heart Chapter 12 on Fanfiction.Net

The final chapter, or my Epilogue will be using the bonus setting "Wonderland", and thus complete my project here. While I know it has been about a year since I post the last part, it was due to recent request on Fanfiction.net that motivated me to put this one up. Chapter 13 will be up in a couple days.

Super Junior M: Zhoumi, Theme Set A # 9

jishu — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 10:44:59 GMT

Title: I Love (To Fuck) You More Than Insisting That I’m Straight
Character: Zhoumi
Author: jishu
Rating: R
Theme: Set A #9 hospital
Summary: Anyway, he was straight but damn! Zhoumi made one hot mama! Enough to turn Siwon a kind of gay anyway.

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Super Junior M: Zhoumi, Theme Set A # 2

jishu — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 11:38:58 GMT

Title: I Love You More Than Shopping, Fashionable, Expensive, Branded and Signature Items
Character: Zhoumi
Author: jishu
Rating: PG-13
Theme: Set A #2 car
Summary: They say it’s easy to become Heechul’s boyfriend as long as you’re rich but even if you are rich, they say it’s not easy to stay as Heechul’s boyfriend. Zhoumi finally understood what they meant when he became Heechul’s boyfriend.

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Super Junior M: Zhoumi, Theme Set A # 5

jishu — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 02:08:14 GMT

Title: I Love You More Than Drinking Alcoholic Beverages
Character: Zhoumi
Author: jishu
Rating: PG-13
Theme: Set A #5 nightclub
Warnings: alcohol drinking XD
Summary: At night, Kangin would often be found in different bars or clubs with friends or alone but his main purpose to being in those places is to drink but later on, there's only one club he frequently went to and his reason turned out to be the bartender and not just drinking.

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Supermarket

a_mind_flip — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 16:34:31 GMT

Backdated to 6/11

Title: Stocking The Cooler
Character:a_mind_flip
Author: nikcool
Rating: PG for the language
Theme: Supermarket (C-3)
Warnings: A little strong language, references to an illegal activity, a little racism
Summary: Janie works a typical shift, only to be interrupted by her Mother. A heated argument ensues.

Word count: 1334

Most of the time her job was repetitive and dull. When she wasn't focusing on staying awake, her mind would wander and usually she'd mentally complete a few formulas. She had slips of receipt paper in her pockets with symbols and equations scribbled on them, notes that would be added to the larger collection when she returned home. Recently, her thoughts were drifting to one other person, and that scared her. When she bagged a customers groceries and her only thoughts were about rushing out after work to see her boyfriend, she thought that she might be too attached.

While thinking of him, and stocking the beer cooler, her Mother was suddenly beside her. Janie didn't know the woman very well. She had been told for many years that the woman was dead and only recently did she get to talk to her. Once the dialogue was open, the two of them didn't get along very well. Her mother disagreed with many of her choices.

"Isn't it a little early to start drinking?" Her mother was her height, her build and currently holding one of the bottles that was supposed to go into the cooler.

"I'm stocking the cooler. You're not supposed to be back here, can we talk later?"

"We need to talk now, hon. The hell are you doing working here? Doesn't matter- I said we need to talk."

"I was right here when you said it." Janie took the bottle from her mother, and placed it on the refrigerated shelf. She did her best to ignore the woman as she continued stocking.

"This is important. Leave the bottles there and come with me so we can talk." Janie rolled her eyes, and continued working. She only stopped when her mother pushed over a box of glass bottles without warning. The sound of the crash would send one of the owners to the back of the store. Her pay would be docked and she could not afford that right now.

"Talk. Say whatever you want, but please leave afterwards. You're going to make me lose this job and I need it."

"You and me know you don't need this job. Don't you have a sugar daddy keeping you in the money?" She ignored her mother as she walked out of the stocking area, and to find a broom and mop.

"I support myself."

"And that's why you haven't told your so called boyfriend, isn't it? He doesn't know about the guy who pays your bills, or the person that walks you home at night. I came to tell you to stop it. Dump them and come where it's safe."

"If you mean with you, the answer is no. I'm not dumping my friends. I am not dumping my boyfriend. Please leave."

"It's safe and I'm not going to be using you like they are. You know that, don't you? They all want something from you."

She found one of the brooms in the cereal aisle, between the oatmeal and the farina. A nosy customer watched them curiously. "They're being nice."

"Sweetie, are you sleeping with any of them?"

"That's none of your business. Please, let me finish working." Next, she had to find the mop and bucket which was on yet another aisle. If her mother would leave, she could complete her tasks so much faster.

"You're more than a bed-warmer. I talked to one of them earlier, you're nothing to him. I know his type and all he wants is a pretty accessory to help him feel like he's still attractive in his old age."

The nosy customer was soon joined by another nosy customer, who watched them as they walked to the canned food aisle. "Stop it! You don't know what you're talking about. Stay out of my life, I don't want you around."

"I know what I'm talking about. I've seen that type before. Middle aged man looking for a young-"

"Shut your mouth and leave! Insulting someone that I love is not going to make me go with you."

"Oh honey." Ella sighed. "He doesn't feel the same way. Even if he did, you know it couldn't work."

That set of a string of expletives from the younger woman. The small group watching them was growing, Janie's coworkers shocked at the language from the normally passive and quiet girl. "I want you to leave."

"Why are you getting so defensive? Is it because I told the truth? You do know what a prostitute is, don't you?" Ella didn't have a chance to add to that statement, because Janie slapped her.

She took it, and didn't hit her back. This was all for a reason. She had to get her daughter somewhere safer. She had to get her away from all of these people that were corrupting her.

"I'm your DAUGHTER. You're not supposed to say things like that!"

"You're all for facts and math, aren't you? Look at them, and you'll know that's truth. How many are you having right now, they'll all find out about each other. Where will you be after that?"

"Stop accusing me of that! You have no idea about my life, you were never there! I'm not worried about my friends meeting each other, because that's what they are. I have one boyfriend. What I do with him is my business."

"You're lying to him. You lie to everyone." Ella pretended not to notice the glare from her daughter "He's going to take that fancy jewelry and whatever else you managed to get out of him when he learns the truth."

"This isn't working. You're nothing but a hustler who's so offensive that she can't make friends."

"Honey girl, if you want to make it to the end of the year, you'll come to your senses. Between the people at home and your client list you are going to end up in that river."

"Why can't you be happy for me? Why can't you help me? You tried to KILL me. Do you remember that? DO YOU?"

"I explained then that there was a reason. You know the reason and you know I never wanted to. I don't want to hurt you."

"But you did. You did it, and every time I see you, you do it again. Love me. Support me. Be my mother. I need that. That's the only reason I haven't told you to get away for good. The people I have aren't bad folk."

"You don't want me bringing up those so called friends that ditched you, do you? You know, the group that was your bestest friends ever until-"

"Can't make everyone like you."

"Proves your judgement of people is off. Especially white folk. You can do business fine with them, talk to them, but when it comes to it you can't trust them. Come on with me, and I'll take you somewhere safe. It'll be full of people like you and I'll-"

"NO. The friends I have now are the best people I've ever met."

"You should meet better people, because from what I see they're the most fucked up bunch of people out there."

"I suggest you stop talking, right now."

"They're not like you. The guy with the fire- maybe, but most of them are meaningless specks of dust in existence."

They weren't arguing in English anymore. They hadn't been for quite a while. The language was Yoruba, mixed with a little French. Most of the people in the supermarket couldn't understand them, but the few that could pick a few words of it out tried whispering what they knew to the others in the crowd.

"Excuse me! Ladies, I'll have to ask you to leave." The store manager approached them, hoping there would be no more violence. Ella turned around and stormed out.

"Please, I need this-"

"Janie, get your things and go home. I will call you if we need you again."

The young woman nodded, and numbly moved to obey her manager.

Hellsing: Walter/Seras, Theme set B, Doctor's Office

systemaurora — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 18:14:43 GMT

Title: Rachel Fails at Titling
Character: Walter/Seras (Hellsing)
Author: SystemAurora
Rating: PG
Theme: B The Doctor's Office
Warnings: none
Summary: A visit to the paediatrician goes less than well.

"There, there. It's likely not as severe as you remember from your childhood." Walter rubbed a sobbing Seras's back one-handedly. Lucy's baby carrier occupied his other hand. "She's still our child, you know. No diagnosis, especially a tentative one, will change that."

She nodded into his shoulder as the doors closed. Frankly, considering that the paediatrician had completely disparaged her mothering abilities, threatened to report them for neglect, and diagnosed their daughter with a condition Seras associated with severe levels of handicap, Walter was surprised she'd made it back to the waiting room before falling apart.

"She won't get any worse," he pointed out. "He did say she had a good chance of walking with assistance with physical therapy."

"He said, he said, I deserved to have her taken away!" Seras sobbed. "He said I was a terrible mother."

"I know." He tightened his hold on her. "And he's a bloody arrogant fool who wouldn't know a good mother from his own arse even if he could pull his head out long enough to spare a glance at either."

Seras laughed through her tears, but it was short-lived. "I didn't know she was so bad off," she wept. "They wouldn't let us bring her in without her paperwork, even though we tried to get her help. I just don't know very much about babies!"

The doors to the lift slid open, revealing a small crowd waiting to board. Seras swiped at her eyes and pushed past them, her tear-stained face lowered. Walter shoved his way after her, only catching up to her at the car.

"Stop for a moment," he said sternly, setting the seat on the pavement and unbuckling Lucy from it. He held the baby out towards Seras, her legs tense and her tiny toes pointed stiffly downward, as usual. "Hold her for a moment."

"I can't! I'm a terrible mum!" Seras wailed.

"Ama!" Lucy reached out for Seras. When the vampire didn't immediately reach out to take her, she grew impatient. "Ama! Ama! Ama!"

"Lucy doesn't think so," Walter reminded her gently. "Go on, take her."

Seras hesitated for a moment, then snatched Lucy into her arms and cradled her possessively. "I'm sorry!" Her voice was muffled by Lucy's shoulder. "I just want to be a good mum to you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Lucy giggled. "Ama, Ama." She hit Seras's face with one little hand.

"This is hardly the end of the world." Walter took out his handkerchief and dried Seras's face. "Given what we deal with on a daily basis protecting the nation, I have full confidence in our ability to handle this situation. Don't you agree?"

Seras nodded and opened her eyes, starting to show a bit of her usual resilience. "We're doing alright so far. That bloody doctor even admitted she was a good weight for her age!"

"There you are," Walter kissed her cheek. "We'll simply find a new paediatrician and see what we can do to get her as independent as possible." He pulled the two of them into a careful embrace. "And for the record, I think you make wonderful mum."

"Thanks." She rested her forehead on his chest for a moment, then straightened. "Well, let's get going, shall we? I'm tired from being out in the sun, and I have loads of research to do, not to mention that I'm supposed to be working tonight!"

They strapped Lucy into her carrier in the backseat, and Seras climbed in next to her as usual. The baby fell asleep halfway through her bottle, and Seras unbuckled and leaned up towards the front seat to talk to Walter in a whisper.

"I know I said I didn't want to know much about her past, but I've changed my mind," she said.

"Very well." He cleared his throat. "According to her records at the orphanage, she was born prematurely to a fifteen-year-old Jane Doe who died just before the delivery. She spent the first four weeks of her life in the hospital and was transferred to the orphanage when she was stable. And that's everything we know about her."

"That's it?" Seras sighed. "Well, it's better than nothing." She rested her head on his shoulder. "We're both going to need a lot of energy to deal with this, Walter."

"I'd rather not get into this right now," he warned, reaching back to touch her cheek without taking his eyes off the road.

"I know, but if not now then when?" She bit her lip. "Unexpected things can happen. Unexpectedly. You could die instantly, or I could be far away when something happens. I mean, I know you're healthy now, but accidents happen!"

"We'll talk about it later," Walter said firmly. He turned on her new Imogen Heap CD, and that was the end of their discussion.

"Sorry," Seras muttered after a few moments of silence except for the music.

"It's quite alright." He smiled at her in the rearview mirror. "It just seems we have more than enough to fret over at present without adding another thing to the pile."

She nodded quietly and leaned back in her seat, watching Lucy sleep. "Can we stop at the library before we go home?" she spoke up suddenly.

"What for?"

"Books," she answered. "Parenting books, medical books, those sorts of books."

Walter's hand squeezed her knee lovingly. "Of course."

Final Fantasy 9 : Kuja ; Theme Set D, In the Rain

wolfchildblazer — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 22:40:17 GMT

Title : Dark, Miserable, and Cold
Character : Kuja
Author : wolfchildblazer
Rating : G
Warnings : None
Summary : To cleanse one soul, he never sought, but how terrible was it, that he could still find himself in the rain.

Kuja hated the rain, at least it might have seemed to him he did, it was dark, muted, and cold, it reminded him too much of Terra his home, or at least his birthplace. He had nothing against the Burmecian People, vermin though they were, in fact if not for the fact that they were on the mist continent as a big power, he wouldn’t have even bothered with such a dreary depressing place. After all he had left Treno well enough alone except for being the fabled King of the auction house, well, that was a slight manipulation on his part, but he did not attack Treno at all or even suggest it. Even though Treno had enough funds floating about the place to make Queen Brahne quiver and shake with excitement and greed. However, when Kuja arrived in that rainy city, he might have thought of mercy, if not for the fact that it was too much a reminder, because even if it never rained on Terra the feel was the same.

Most speak of rain reverently, speaking about how it washes the world clean, symbolizing the cleansing of sins and souls, and being reborn anew. It is with awe as it sprinkles clean water on the tender skin of the mage that water has such power, power he cannot grasp, and as soon as his booted heels touched the flooded cobblestones, it is met with disgust. Kuja does appreciate the poetic commentary of the influence of rain, but hates the meaning of the symbolism, being that he is such a symbol, but only one that is of death and destruction. Easily it slides down his silver crown-covered head and anoints his brow, as though it dares to christen him one of Gaia’s own. Lifting up an elegant hand he catches the small droplets in his palm and squeezes the water through his clenched knuckles as it’s merely something to crush, something that distracts him from his goal and not something fathomless. Kuja does not lie to himself, he finds lying actually distasteful and instead tends to stretch and color the truth a little, but never lies. However, to himself he will not lie, and tossing his closed hand to the side with a flourish, the water whips off of him and he is pristine, untouched, and the rain bothers him no more.

However, the rain, it is too much of a reflection, the cold touch of the water, it is his own, the whispery hush it creates is an effect he too easily inspires, and the dreary, dark heresy atmosphere it leaves is the destroyed footsteps he leaves as the world powers fall to his whims. This he will not accept, Kuja, he is too proud, too wanting of individuality to allow anything to resemble him to survive, if not to his whims, so Burmercia will receive no cry of mercy. His common distaste of the lowly vermin mean very little to him, but Gaia’s mourning tears, be it for the soul he has and cannot live freely from, must be erased, for he will not conceded to a gentle, but massive power. After all, his ‘brother,’ genome, he ripped from Terra and tossed him into the soul cycle that is Gaia to be destroyed in the recycling of Gaia. However, he has heard next to nothing about his ‘twin,’ as it was so; he pays no thought to such existence. The rain pulls him from his thoughts, it is never-ending, and it soaks him blood to bone, this is far too much power for Gaia to have, and lifting his hand to a silver-wing descending he gazes at a jeweled stone in his hand. “Bahamut,” He whispers, and the Garnet flashes in his hand, “you’ll soon belong to me.” He states, and then tosses the jewel away because it is only a trinket with no power. Kuja has little use for jewels other than to grease the fat greedy hands of the Gaia people, but for a second he watches the rain beat out a tempo on the stone. Watching as the flawless jewel is worn away a little under the steady downpour and he smirks, because like the never-ending rain so is his determination to be free, of his destiny, of Terra, of Garland, and like the rain he wears away even the toughest of opponents.

“I think today, is a beautiful day for death, as the world all ready mourns its fallen brethren, so I shall herald the call, the call for war.” He recites to the only audience to listen, the rain, and raises his hands to the sky. “Come, little vermin, come little canary, come elephant lady, come to the choir of pain and death, and watch as your precious rain washes away your sins, bequeathed to my honor and my sins.” He continues, and tosses his head back so the water flees from his hair, Gaia does not accept him as one of her own. “Today, it is a beautiful day, and the scene is set for act two of our play, let us not despair in this weather but embrace it, for it welcomes you into the dark.” He serenades, and then leaps onto his silver dragon. Hours later Burmecia falls, and he stands triumphant, cold, dark, and merciless in the palace of the fallen Burmecian king with its greatest knight, his ‘twin,’ a reject of his mages, and a creature beneath his notice bowing to a mighty puppet of his, and he is content here in the rain.

Hellsing, Walter/Seras, Theme Set B, Waterfalls

systemaurora — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 05:46:00 GMT

Title: Waterfall
Character: Walter/Seras (Hellsing)
Author: SystemAurora
Rating: R/NC-17
Theme: 3B
Warnings: Sex, light bondage/dominance
Summary: Fear quickly becomes arousal in vampires, it seems.

"Are you doing alright, Seras?" Walter glanced down at the young vampire.

Seras nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She carefully found a firm fingerhold and pulled herself up, grateful for her gloves' traction on the slippery rock. Mist sprayed over both of them as they scaled the waterfall. "Just can't look down," she reminded herself. Quite a drop below them was a pool of water that rippled from the force of the waterfall pouring into it.

Even connected by rope to Walter, Seras was very nervous about the climb. One false move and she might well kill them both. Er, at least, Walter would be killed... Seras was technically dead already, but to plummet into running water as a young vampire would lead to a permanent nonexistance for her as well as Walter.

Forcing herself to stay calm, Seras looked up and concentrated on Walter's strong legs and the opening he was inching towards. On reaching it, he pulled himself in and turned around to watch Seras.

"Excellent climbing. Nearly there..."

When she was almost to the ledge, he held out his hand for her. She grabbed it and found herself hauled easily into the cave. She collapsed on the stone floor, panting out of relief and habit.

"That was scary," she said finally.

"Yes, but we made it." He smiled at her and sat down beside her. "And better yet, we don't have to climb back down after we're finished. There's a back way out you can only reach coming from this direction."

Seras wrapped her arms around Walter's waist, hugging him tightly. Relief was quickly transforming into another feeling, and a quiet cave accessible only by climbing up a waterfall offered far more privacy than the Hellsing Manor.

"Walter," she murmured, rubbing his lower back. "Lie down for me."

Without so much as a questioning look, he did as she'd asked. Still shaking a tiny bit, Seras unhooked herself from the rope and used it to tie Walter's hands together in front of him. "Feeling a bit excited?" Walter asked, watching her actions with amusement.

"Just a bit," she breathed. "And anyways, you rescued me from the waterfall."

"Oh?"

"Yes, remember?" She unbuttoned his damp trousers and kissed and licked him until he grew hard. Her wet hair kept falling into her face, so as soon as her mission was accomplished she pulled off her own shorts and knickers and climbed on top of him. "You grabbed me and pulled me to safety. That sort of heroic bravery shouldn't go unrewarded."

With that, she pushed his bound arms over his head and held them down, kissing him on the lips as she did. Using one hand to keep his wrists still, she used the other to guide his erection inside her. Relishing his groans, Seras began rocking back and forth on him without moving her lips from his. The water on his skin was warm from his body heat, and she licked it off his face and neck with her long tongue. She went to kiss him again, and he surprised her by trapping her lower lip between his teeth. Groaning, Seras began moving her hips in earnest against him. After only a few moments, the adrenaline combined with the novelty of the situation drove them both into their separate climaxes.

"We should do this more often," Walter commented as Seras recovered her wet clothing and pulled it on.

"No!" Seras's eyes widened, then she laughed. "Sorry. Maybe we should just find a cave in the woods or something. I'm not too fond of water."

Hellsing: Walter/Seras, Theme Set B (bedroom)

systemaurora — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 01:37:12 GMT

Title: "Death"
Character: Walter/Seras
Author: SystemAurora
Rating: G
Theme: 8B, bedroom
Warnings: spoilers for Moulin Rouge
Summary: Walter never would have suggested this film if he'd realised...

"No, no!" Seras wept. "You can't die, you can't! You just found love and happiness and... and..." she sobbed brokenly. "Oh God, it's too much. Don't die!"

"It's alright, Seras." Walter stroked her wet cheek. "It will be alright."

"No, no it won't!" she practically shrieked. "Walter..."

"There, there," he tried to comfort her. "It is just a film, you know."

"No, Satine," Seras moaned into Walter's chest. "How will he go on without her? They had just found each other and she died!" She began sobbing inconsolably again.

They were nestled together on Walter's bed, christening his new DVD player with the film he had suggested: Moulin Rouge. There had been a limited selection and it seemed like something she would enjoy, so he'd mentioned it. She had agreed, and they'd gotten through the first two hours with Seras gasping and laughing and tensing at all the right moments. However, the tragic ending seemed to have caught her off guard.

"Why don't they give her antibiotics?" she wailed. "They can't just stand there and do nothing!"

"Antibiotics weren't widely used and understood until around the time of the Great War," Walter explained. "They didn't have any treatment for tuberculosis in 1899."

As Seras sobbed loudly into his shirt, Walter determined never to suggest Titanic or Bambi for film nights.

Riptide: Nick Ryder/Cody Allen, Theme Set A (Bathroom)

seraphina_snape — Thu, 28 May 2009 13:21:33 GMT

Title: Slippery When Wet
Author: sera AKA seraphina_snape
Theme: set A
Fandom/Pairing: Riptide; Nick Ryder/Cody Allen
Summary: Nick glanced at the door and frowned as if he expected Murray to come bursting into the room at any moment. He looked at Cody. "Bathroom. Shower sex."
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 1800
Disclaimer: Not mine, not even the title (which is from a Bon Jovi album that's almost as old as Riptide).
Notes: A big thank you to tinx_r for the fast beta. I know it's been five months since I posted anything for this challenge, but after I haven't been able to write for months, I'm hopefully back on track.

Slippery When Wet.

FFVII:AC, Kadaj/Yazoo; #3 - forest

lightrobber — Tue, 05 May 2009 22:30:17 GMT

Title: A Sleeping Feeling
Character: Kadaj, mentions of Yazoo and Loz
Author: lightrobber
Rating: PG
Theme: Theme set D; prompt - #3 - the forest
Warnings: None. It's worksafe.
Summary: They both watch and wait, but only one of them acts upon his wishes. The Sleeping forest and Kadaj. [Kadaj-centric]

|| The trees glowed with a light of their own. ||

General Hospital: D. spinelli/M. jones//theme set a //bathroom

moviesurfer — Sat, 02 May 2009 03:09:31 GMT

Title:Our First Year
Character:Damian Spinelli/Maxie Jones
Author:moviesurfer
Rating: Series is PG-PG13 unless later noted....
Theme: Set A Bathroom
Warnings: I don't own General Hospital just the creative license that I take
Summary: Chapter 10 The Lucky Ones: Spinelli reflects on the past year
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General Hospital: D. spinelli/M. jones//theme set a //basement

moviesurfer — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 02:02:52 GMT

Title:Our First Year
Character:Damian Spinelli/Maxie Jones
Author:moviesurfer
Rating: Series is PG-PG13 unless later noted....
Theme: Set A Basement
Warnings: I don't own General Hospital just the creative license that I take
Summary: Chapter 8 Dress You Up In My Love: Maxie has fun at Spinelli's expence in the Metro Court Basement
HERE

Silver and Cold -- InuSan

orange_fuu — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 01:04:45 GMT

Author: OrangeFuu
Title: Silver and Cold
Stage Ten: Swimming Pool
Word Count: 639
Pairing: Sango/Inuyasha
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear.

"Mom, do you want to get in the water?"

Sango shook her head. "No, it's okay. You go ahead."

She splashed the water around her gently. "But it feels nice. You should get in."

"No, no. Go ahead. I'll watch you."

Inuyasha lowered himself into the beach chair next to Sango and handed her a glass. "Here's the lemonade you wanted."

She took the glass and took a couple of deep gulps. "Thank you. Are you going to get into the pool?"

He shrugged. "I might. Are you?"

"Nope. I don't feel like swimming right now."

He relaxed into the chair and folded his hands behind his head. "I bet the water feels good. You should go for it."

She threw him an annoyed look. "Why is everyone trying to get me into the water?"

Rumiko climbed out of the water and wrung her hair with her hands. "We just want you to stay cool, Mom. It's a little hot out here."

Sango sat up from her reclining position and removed the blanket from her legs. "You know what? It is a bit hot. Maybe I can take a quick dip in the pool. But it's going to be quick; I don't want to be more wrinkly than I already am."

Rumiko followed her to the pool's edge and helped her walk down the steps into the water. "Be careful," she warned. "Mom, are you listening?"

"Yes, yes. I hear you," Sango assured her, waving the woman off. "Come on, Inuyasha, this water actually does feel good."

He grumbled under his breath but got up anyway. He trailed her into the pool and swam next to her as she did languid laps around the perimeter. "This is great. Much better than burning up on those damn chairs."

Sango nodded in agreement, and then smiled to herself as her mind hatched an idea. She waited until he had his back to her, then brought her arms high over her head and splashed them hard into the water, effectively washing over his head.

He growled in surprise when his face was hit with stray droplets. "Okay, it's war now!" he called, spinning around to throw water into Sango's face. "You won't get away from me!"

Rumiko watched as the newly-wed couple had a water fight in the pool that had been added to their new house only months before. She smiled as she looked on; happy that her father had finally found someone to replace her mother. When they divorced, he never spoke a bad word about his former wife, but she knew why they separated. And because she was so close to her father, she immediately blamed her mother, convincing herself that he deserved better. He deserved more. More than that tramp was able to provide.

But when she met Sango, she knew instantly that her father would eventually marry her and happily bring her into the family. Rumiko didn't have an objection to it, and she even was a bridesmaid at the wedding. Oh, how beautiful it was! It was a wedding that she could only dream of, and she hoped her special day would be just as breathtaking.

Now, the retired dentist and college dean live together in a wonderful house surrounded by lush greenery and vegetation, adding a type of class that only an extraordinary woman like Sango could conjure up. Rumiko admired Sango in every way possible, and considered her a lucky woman to have landed a catch like her father. And even as she watched them play like children in their pool, she wished she could capture this moment and keep it forever. Forever to remind her of the smile that was finally put on her father's face. And oddly enough, the very smile that he had worked on in his office.

Talk about irony.

Silver and Cold -- InuSan

orange_fuu — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 00:38:42 GMT

Author: OrangeFuu
Title: Silver and Cold
Stage Nine: Amusement Park
Word Count: 686
Pairing: Sango/Inuyasha
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Sango groaned, following Inuyasha through the crowd of screaming children. "Of all places, you pick an amusement park? I thought your daughter was an adult."

"She is," he said, glancing at her over his shoulder. "But she's taking care of her friend's son today. So she decided to bring him here."

Sango quirked a brow at him, and quickly side-stepped a child throwing a tantrum on the ground. "All these kids... my head will be pounding by the end of the day."

"Dad!" a voice called to Inuyasha, and immediately his eyes lit up.

He picked up his pace and walked ahead of Sango, leaving her surrounded by little ones. Finally, she extracted herself from the crowd and watched the reunited pair hug and kiss cheeks. "Rumiko," he said, turning her around. "This is Sango, my friend. And Sango, this is my daughter Rumiko."

"Hello," Rumiko nodded, shaking hands with the older woman. She had dark brown hair that reached down to her shoulders, and bright contrasting green eyes. Her smile was infectious, and soon, Sango was smiling back. "I've heard so much about you."

"I've heard quite a bit about you too," Sango replied, throwing a quick look at Inuyasha. "He talks about you a lot. I feel like I could tell some stories about when you were a little girl!"

Rumiko covered her mouth as she laughed. Her laugh was infectious too. "Dad, you just love talking about me don't you?"

He enveloped her into another hug. "Every chance I get."

A small hand tugging on her pant leg caught Rumiko's attention as she looked down at the little boy who was pointing off somewhere. "Do you need to go know," she asked him, her voice kind and sweet. The boy nodded and she gathered him into her arms. Before she walked off, she said, "I think he's ready to use the bathroom before we go for any rides. We'll be back." She took the boy into the crowd with her and disappeared.

Inuyasha watched her leave, then smiled at Sango. "She's the only good thing that came from my marriage, and because of that, I can't honestly say I regret marrying her mother."

"Of course not," Sango agreed. "I wouldn't think you could actually say that. She's lovely."

"Yeah," he nodded, his eyes drifting to the ground. "She really is."

She wanted to take his face into her hands and tell him how lucky he is to have people who care about him as much as his daughter does. And as much as she does... He has no clue...

"Well, what do you want to ride first?" she asked him, promptly changing the subject.

He scratched the top of his head. "Rumiko and I always ride the roller coasters first," he said, pointing directly ahead. "We can meet them over there; she'll know where to find us."

Sango clapped her hands together with a rejuvenated smile. "Alright then! Let's go."

As the pair began making their way to the roller coaster park, she glanced over at him a few times, amused to find that he looked nervous walking so close to her. They had walked together many times before, but as his feelings for her started to develop, his heart would begin to race at their proximity. She could tell his heart was pounding, so she did something that she knew would soothe his hyperactive nerves. Something that would show him exactly how she felt about him now that she understood his affections.

She held his hand.

His eyes grew wide at the gesture and snapped his eyes to her. Then he looked down at their joined hands, then back up to her face. "Sango..."

She took a long blink then settled her gaze on him, combating his bewildered stare. "You don't have to say a word. I already know."

His eyes softened, relieved that he didn't have to vocalize what he was trying to express through fumbling words. "Good," he grinned. "You saved me from sounding like a complete idiot."

"You're welcome."

Silver and Cold -- InuSan

orange_fuu — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 22:29:59 GMT

Author: OrangeFuu
Title: Silver and Cold
Stage Eight: McDonald's
Word Count: 768
Pairing: Sango/Inuyasha
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear.

Inuyasha grimaced as he chewed. "This is terrible."

Sango rolled her eyes. "Then don't eat it."

"But if I don't eat now, then I won't have time later. I have a bunch of afternoon appointments."

"Then don't complain."

He swallowed a mouthful of the McChicken he was chewing, and promptly gulped down his soda. "I'll just go hungry."

She shrugged at him and finished off her long-awaited dessert with a satisfied sigh. She threw her empty container in the bag and crumpled it up. She stood up and grabbed her purse from the chair next to her. "I really needed that. Ready to go?"

Inuyasha looked up at her but didn't stand up. His expression reflected worry, but not for what he was about to ask her. It was for her potential response. He hoped it was in the affirmative, but there was no way for him to tell. He decided to give it a shot. "Do you think we can talk for a minute?"

She paused after his question to ponder whether or not she should agree. The voice in the back of her head was telling her that the time had come; he was going to tell her that he had fallen madly in love with her. And she would have to tell him gently that she simply didn't feel the same way. Of course she enjoys his company and has some feelings for him, but deep down she knew that it didn't amount to love. She would need more time for her feelings to strengthen and develop into what she was convinced he felt for her now. But today, she couldn't accept his sentiments if he offered them to her. She would be a liar.

Opening her mouth, she was planning on telling him that she really needed to get back to work and her students needed her to be available, but she found herself sitting back down and motioning for him to continue. Curse her weak nerves! "Go ahead. I'm listening."

He took a deep breath. It was time.

"Sango, I want you to know that you've become a big part of my life. I haven't had anyone in years to spend time with and to call a close friend. All I've had was my daughter, and while I love her to death, there are some things I couldn't tell her because she wouldn't understand. Sango... you are very special to me."

Her heart began pounding. She should have left when she had the chance.

"And I was wondering," he continued, clearing his throat. He was just as nervous as she was. Funny, after all these years, the notion of love can still rattle the hearts of those who have played the game before. "I want you to meet my daughter. I... told her about you... pretty extensively, and she wants to meet you. She, uh, said she wants to meet the woman who's got her Pop all..."

A gasp left her chest as she heard his words. She had no idea that he told his daughter about her! Every word he spoke further let her know how smitten he was with her. And while something like this would have normally put her off, she was actually flattered. 'He really wants me to be a part of his life,' she thought to herself in amazement. 'Maybe I was wrong about this. Maybe I shouldn't be so skeptical about what our relationship could turn into. I guess I could give this a chance... there's really nothing I can lose. Except a good friend if things go south..."

"So, what do you think?" he finished, his face lightly blushed and his golden eyes centered on her warm brown ones. "You don't think I'm trying to push things, are you?"

She quickly shook her head. "No, of course not. I think it'd be great if I met your daughter. If she's anything like you, then I'm sure she'll be delightful."

He let out the breath he was holding and stood up with a laugh of relief. "That's wonderful! I know you'll love her; she's a darling. Well, I guess we should both head back to work. The money isn't going to make itself."

She smiled at him as they walked toward the exit together, but she wasn't so cheerful on the inside. Within her, storms of arguments arose about what all this could mean. So many interpretations, but all of them pointed to the same thing. 'If the daughter likes you, then his sentiments won't be the only thing you'll get... a ring is soon to follow.'

Silver and Cold -- InuSan

orange_fuu — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 00:52:35 GMT

Author: OrangeFuu
Title: Silver and Cold
Stage Seven: Dean's Office
Word Count: 474
Pairing: Sango/Inuyasha
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear.

"Ms. Kuramora, there's someone here to see you," the secretary announced, standing at the door of Sango's office. She leaned against one side of the door frame, smirking at her superior. She had a feeling who this strange man was; the John Doe that Sango refused to talk about. She'd come into work beaming and talking about the movie she saw the night before, and blushing madly whenever she was asked who she saw the movie with. Her secretary was extremely curious about this man, and decided to grill Sango about him again once he was gone.

Currently, Sango was standing behind her desk putting on her jacket. She was preparing to leave her office for lunch at the closest food place possible, but decided to take a moment to see whoever was waiting in the hallway. "Send them in."

The secretary nodded once and gestured for the guest to come inside. He walked past her and she took in a whiff of him, satisfied with the cologne he wore; subtle but pleasant. He had to find out more about this man. Could Sango have good taste in men after all?

"Inuyasha... what are you doing here?" Sango gasped when she saw him. "Is something wrong?"

He shook his head. "No, nothing at all. I was just hoping that I could take you out to lunch, if that's alright with you."

She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling. "Of course it is. I'm quite surprised you came all the way here just to go to lunch with me."

"Well, it would seem that I can't be away from you for too long."

She quirked an eyebrow at him, his statement sounding suspicious to her. Over the past week or so, it was becoming clear to her that something was changing between them, but she hated thinking about it. Especially since she felt it was one-sided. Either way, she knew it wasn't the time to bring the subject up. "It would seem so. But you should know that I'm not going anywhere special."

"Where?"

She laughed a little. "McDonald's. It's close to campus and to be honest, I've been craving one of their parfaits all morning."

He laughed with her. "Wow. A dean at an university is a slave to McDonald's parfaits. Maybe your taste buds need to catch up to your brain... everything at that place tastes like garbage."

She lightly hit his arm as she walked past him to the door. "Well, if you're going with me, then you'll just have to endure the garbage. Either that or you drive much further for overpriced food. Your call."

Following her back into the hallway and shutting the office door behind him, he frowned. "Damn. You're right. I guess anything qualifies as food when you're hungry."

She shook an approving finger at him. "Exactly."

Silver and Cold -- InuSan

orange_fuu — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 03:25:01 GMT

Author: OrangeFuu
Title: Silver and Cold
Stage Six: Cave
Word Count: 318
Pairing: Sango/Inuyasha
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear.

He stands in the mouth of the cave and tries to see through the sheets of rain. He wishes that he wasn't stuck in this cave until the rain let up, but simultaneously, thanks his luck for being stuck with a lovely woman.

He turns around to see her huddling on the floor, her arms wrapping around herself. She looks up at him with worry in her eyes; she wants to go home. "Inuyasha," she says, "How much longer do you think we'll be here?"

"I don't know," he shrugs as he sits next to her. His arm draws her closer and she snuggles into his chest. "But we can't leave until it does. It's too dangerous for us to be in rain like this."

"Then what should we do until then?"

He tries to hide his smile. "We could find a way to keep each other warm. When you're out in the wild like this, primal instincts take over to keep you alive. So, what is the best way for us to get warm?"

She scratches her head while she thinks. "I don't know."

"I've got a suggestion." He whispers in her ear.

Her eyes get wide. "Inuyasha! I don't know about that... are you sure? I don't think I could do something like that in a place like this..."

He kisses her lightly behind her ear. "But I can. Don't worry, you'll want to soon."

She blushes. "O-okay."

Inuyasha snuggled into his covers and let his dream play out in his mind. If only things went his way this easily. He had undoubtedly fallen in love with Sango and desired to tell her, but he knew it wouldn't be easy. Would she reject him? Surely she would! At their age, who really wants to deal with being in love again? He didn't want to, but Cupid left him to choice. He'd have to tell her... soon.

Silver and Cold -- InuSan

orange_fuu — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 03:13:05 GMT

Author: OrangeFuu
Title: Silver and Cold
Stage Five: Deserted Island
Word Count: 304
Pairing: Sango/Inuyasha
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear.

'Miss Kuramora, would you like some more tea?'

'Actually, my glass is a little low. I would love some more tea.'

The shirtless man bends low to fill her glass. The drink overflows the rim and slides down the side. He smiles at her and leaves.

She turns her head to the beach chair next to her. A gentle breeze blows over her and through her hair. She speaks to her companion. "Isn't it great here, just the two of us and our two servants? This uninhabited island is the best place for a vacation, would you say?"

"I think I'm going to agree with you," Inuyasha agrees, his head lulling to the side as his lady-servant combs his hair. "This place is perfect. But I think we should just live here. Vacations are always too short. I'll just retire from my company CEO job with my millions. And you can sell the government back their oceanic coast; I think they could use the revenue and stop borrowing money from you."

Sango rubs her chin. "You're right. A whole country doesn't deserve to go under because I own one of their borders. They've been good; they can have it back."

He claps his hands. "Good! We have no reason to ever leave. Maybe we should name this island something and have all the maps of the world redrawn to put our island on it."

"That's fine with me. I've always liked the name Australia."

"But that's already a country AND an island."

She shrugs, kicking off her shoes into the swaying grass. "Then we'll buy their name."

"You are perfect."

"Love you too."

Sango sat straight up in her bed and scanned her dark room. "What kind of dream was that?" she asked herself. "And I promised my son I didn't need professional help."

Silver and Cold -- InuSan

orange_fuu — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 04:04:19 GMT

Author: OrangeFuu
Title: Silver and Cold
Stage Four: Movie Theater
Word Count: 719
Pairing: Sango/Inuyasha
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear.

"This is really nice," Sango gasped, walking into the theater. She ran her hands over the velvety seats, admiring the soft material. She picked a chair and sat down in it, smiling at Inuyasha as he joined her. "I think this movie will be good."

"I do too," he agreed, scanning over the rest of the theater. They were the first ones there. "So... I saw on the news that a bunch of college students were striking their school because of unfair policies about curfews. That wasn't your university, was it?"

She shook her head and relaxed into her chair. "No, it wasn't at my school. My students are actually quite happy with their curfews. We are pretty flexible about it. I negotiated a time with the head of the student council, so now I'm known as everyone's favorite Dean."

Inuyasha gave her a skeptical look. "Really?"

"Really. Why wouldn't I be? Their curfew is later than every other college in the area. I'm thinking that I'm everyone's favorite."

He snickered. "I guess. So how's Hikari and Hei?"

She spoke as she tied her hair into a ponytail. "They're fine. Hei finally proposed to his girlfriend, so I have to help them plan the wedding. And Hikari's wife is still cheating on him, so he's about to surprise her with divorce papers. She doesn't think he knows about it. So we're going to dump her in the same bin as Hikari's father and your ex-wife; cheating bastards."

"Whoa. I'm glad you both are taking this so casually."

"What else can you do? No one can really spot a cheater just from looking at them. It's a trial and error kind of thing."

He couldn't argue with that. His divorce wasn't amiable for that very reason. "The only good thing that came out of our marriages are our kids. I love my daughter more than I ever loved my wife. Rumiko the best thing that ever happened to me."

"I hear that."

The roar of the music drowned out the rest of their conversation as the movie started. Pictures of dancing popcorn and hotdogs covered the screen, and clearly Sango was amused. Inuyasha just looked at her, wondering why dancing food entertained her so much. Obviously, she was able to enjoy herself no matter what she was doing. He couldn't say the same for himself, mostly because he found himself being nervous around her. He wanted to tell her how he truly felt, but he was afraid that he would scare her off. 'I think that we're moving too fast,' he was afraid she'd say. 'We hardly know each other and you already say that you love me? I think we should spend some time apart.'

He didn't want to spend time away from her. And at his age, he liked to think he cut through all the theatrics of dating. He knew what he wanted out of a woman, and Sango was it. A lovely companion that he liked spending time with. He greatly enjoyed the time they spent together, even over the phone. It approached the point of him anticipating picking up his phone every day after work and calling her. Her voice excites him, and he only wanted her to know it. But he knew he had to take things slow. It was the only way to let her know his feelings and not scare her away. One day at a time...

About halfway through the movie, his attention began to drift away from the screen and to Sango. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and the movie was quite comical. And while her attention wasn't directly on him, he decided to make a move. He wiggled his fingers to make sure they were still awake. They were, and he slowly slithered them over to Sango's hand. He interlaced his fingers with hers, and forced his eyes to stay on the screen, trying to be nonchalant about his action.

He could feel her look at him and down at their hands. She smiled as she saw right through his pretending, but didn't move her hand. Instead, she squeezed his and returned her eyes to the screen. He could hear her laugh to herself, but knew she wasn't laughing at the movie. On the screen was a funeral.