Angrybee's Journal

Restraint

2013-09-26T14:46:54Z

Name: Restraint
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Drama/Angst/Sex
Rating: M

Summary: Whilst traveling, Kisame and Itachi come upon Sai, alone in the wilderness. Is it coincidence? Or some very elaborate trap. (Various pairings.)

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9716970/1/Restraint

In the Words of Wesley Willis...

2011-06-03T14:55:13Z

"I will fuck you up like a car crash."

THE AWESOMENESS IS MEGA!

2010-07-09T16:10:52Z

EEEEEEEE! *flailflailflailflail* EEEEEEEEEEEE! *fangirlfangirlfangirl* Rurouni Kenshin to come back as live action movie!!!!!! OMG!!!! FINALLY! Please, please, let there be Jinchuu!!!

Sigils of Lust - Part One of Chapter One

2010-02-25T21:14:08Z

Snow. Lurien could see the snow, but not exactly feel it. Nor the flames
which rose sharply against the gray wintry sky. Nor the bitter winter
wind driving ash against his skin, fumes into his eyes.

Something precious had been lost.

In that car, that perfectly awful looking sedan with a white door that did
not match the rest of the red exterior, people were screaming. Howling.
Such a terrible, clattering, unseemly noise. Was that the sound, Lurien
wondered, the sound of burning to death? How long would it go on like
this? How long until their lungs gave out? How long until the pain was
just too much?

A hand beating against glass. Glass shattering. Bloody palm. Bloody
wrist.

Lurien tilted his head. The faces in the wrecked car were familiar, even
all dirty and bloody like that. But, he found it difficult to place
them. Someone he had known once? A friend of a friend? An enemy he had
punished too long ago? They looked so...desperate. Did they all look so
desperate when they died? He couldn't remember.

In the last seconds, would they cling to each other? Or would they be
locked too tightly within their own pain, their own loss, to even
recognize anything outside of themselves?

Glass. Glass. Shards of glass. Lurien squatted on the old road and
picked up one of the shards. Shiny and smooth, with a mix of blood, and
dirt, and snow.

And fragile. So very...fragile. And if he could just taste...

Without thinking, he flicked his tongue out to try to understand the
glass. Parse it. Make it somehow fit into a reality. He could -see- his
tongue touch the glass, a dark muscle with forked prongs at the end,
undulating wetly, as only a tongue can do. The length of his own tongue
surprised him more than the sharpness of the glass, and the warm metal
taste of his own blood.

"Only you would sit around eating glass while people were dying in front
of your very eyes."

The sudden presence behind Lurien felt like a magnet. Like it was tugging
not only at his flesh, but at the entire world, trying to inhale all of
the air, absorb the road, drink Lurien's flesh right off his bones. It
pulled. It pulled so hard that even if Lurien wanted to continue watching
the people in the car burn to death, he couldn't.

"Who...are you?"

This man was...? No, not a man. His lower legs were inverted like some
sort of mythological satyr. They were covered not in fur, but remarkably
shiny leather boots, fitted to the strange shape. The rest of his body
was abnormally sleek, with a long nude torso sporting hundreds of
red sigil-shaped tattoos, and only a thin black kilt keeping him from
being what one might call...indecent. There was something equally
disturbing about his bald head, not the lack of hair save for the
singular braid at the back, but the two, twisted, metal-black horns which
rose from it. Lurien noticed all of this in the bare instant before he
met the man's eyes. Black eyes. Horrible eyes which made him shiver and
suffer a pang of crippling loneliness so intense, he didn't even realize
he'd grabbed a handful of glass and was crushing it in his palm, in a
vain and desperate attempt to feel anything...anything else.

"Don't be an idiot, you useless piece of shit," the creature said. Ah,
but the sweetness in that voice. A salve. A balm. It promised so much
relief, despite the cutting words. "Get off the ground, spit out that
glass, and greet me properly."

Something broke behind Lurien. Maybe the car exploded. Maybe the people
finally gasped their last and died. It was no longer really all that
important. Without even thinking, he threw himself at the horned
creature, managing to catch one misshapen leg with his dirty hands. He
clung to it, clutched it like it might be the only anchor in a maelstrom.
He pressed his face against a kilted thigh and inhaled. It smelled like
burning and sex and food and home and terror.

"Take me home. Take me home. Please, please..." Lurien had no idea if
the creature could hear him, considering he had his lips pressed so firmly
against the boots he could taste them. "Please, I need to... Be where
you are...go where you go... I don't care who you are, just please..."

The creature sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
"They really fucked you up." With a single hand, he lifted Lurien so
effortlessly, it looked like the boy might have been a plush doll. "How
irritating. Now I have to practically start over from the beginning."

"...the beginning?" It was just an echo of a question, barely even there.

"Shut up. Your voice is grating." The creature harrumphed,
summarily tapped a long talon-like fingernail to the back of Lurien's
head, and the boy passed out.

Huh.

2010-02-25T15:55:39Z

I should like...update this thing or something.

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2009-04-10T16:54:10Z

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Return From Outer Space

2009-02-02T15:19:00Z

In space, nobody can hear you blog.

Have some writing to post. It can't go in my normal writing blog, because it will scare the normals. So, I think I will post it here.

Hey man, missed you guys. Everything is groovy in my mini-universe. I've perished a few black holes. I've met a few quasars. I'm gonna delete some old crap from this journal. Mostly bits of whining which are of no consequence.

Hello to new friends. Let's send our mind-signals out on wings of deep-space-probes and see what returns, man.

I'm alive. Really.

2007-12-27T05:36:15Z

Visit Spazmodia!

I need more residents. NEED MORE RESIDENTS.

Hmph.

2007-07-15T18:05:50Z

I've been re-watching Last Exile on the AZN channel. I still think it has to be one of the most underrated, underappreciated anime ever made. It's such a wonderfully nuanced story, and a completely fascinating world. In fact, the "world" of Last Exile is so solid, it reminds me almost of the worlds of Bladerunner or Dune. A setting so foreign, but so powerfully and completely realized that you have no problem buying into it.

It makes me want to go back and finish Pinwheel Libertines. The Guild is oh-so-fascinating.

Note.

2007-06-12T15:06:07Z

Note to mihakken: New "No Reservations" starting July 30th. Put it on your calendar!!

Intriguing. Possibly For Fiction Idea

2007-02-20T06:15:34Z

In this month's issue of mental_floss, there is a brief article about an area in Poland that came up with an extremely clever ruse to bypass German occupation and save its Jewish population:

They faked a typhus epidemic.

Using another, far less deadly bacteria that had symptoms like typhus, some of the non-Jewish townspeople made themselves sick. So, when the Germans inspected (and with a little alcohol and partying shoved into the German doctor), they were given an extremely UNCLEAN bill of health. An entire set of villages were quarantined off for the entirety of the war. Nobody was shipped off to camps. There was not a wholesale extermination of Jews.

I just found that to be...clever. And interesting.

Stupid

2006-12-16T17:17:05Z

What an utter piece of crap this new "update" crap is. AN UTTER FUCKING PIECE OF CRAP. It would not let me edit an entry I had posted, and in the end I had to delete the entire entry. Fucking hell wtf. Hate.

Found Somewhere on the Internet...

2006-05-05T21:32:35Z

Yeah.

2005-10-31T00:25:54Z

I really hate that shit.

Good Lord.

2005-03-11T05:53:28Z

Wrongness rating of this scene I'm writing: 9.9 out of 10.

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2004-05-18T18:41:19Z

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