Participate in Your Manipulation

thawrecka — Mon, 08 Oct 2012 03:17:54 GMT

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to talk to me about your favourite (or at least notable) female film directors. After three years of this degree I am sick to death of studying films by white men about white men all the damn time. Especially after my class on Auteur theory was thirteen weeks of only straight while male middle class directors.

Update

thawrecka — Mon, 28 May 2012 08:23:36 GMT

Hello! I'm not dead.

Uh, in the last bunch of months I renovated, moved into my house, took a week long trip to Seattle for Sakuracon, met a bajillion people, spent so much time on studying it made me want to cry, bought furniture, wished I was capable of putting together furniture and spent far too much time playing the first Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney game (which I still have not finished yet NO SPOILERS). Also fell in unrequited love (mostly with shoes I can't afford), watched a bunch of movies (Avengers! Underworld 4! the auteuristic products of a bunch of wealthy middle class white guys!) and decided I'm no longer interested in dating men.

At some point when looking at my study materials doesn't make me want to break down in hopeless tears I may actually leave the house for things other than work and grocery shopping.

thawrecka — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 09:47:52 GMT

Too many social networking sites and not enough time to read them all!

jpop ficlet slow movement shige/tegoshi 1/1

thawrecka — Sun, 28 Dec 2008 04:14:51 GMT

Serious writer's block. I mean, I know, I should just write anyway and I'm trying but I just can't focus. This little holiday block has been the only time when my arms haven't hurt when typing, too, so I should have taken advantage of it but right now even little scraps are too hard to finish. Anyway.

Title - Slow Movement
Fandom - Jpop/NEWS
Pairing - Shige/Tegoshi
Summary - I'm not sure of you.

Scorpio and Cancer go really well together, Tegoshi tells him. Certainly they fit against each other well when Shige slings an arm around Tegoshi's side or when Tegoshi clings to Shige's back. Compatibility - Is that what it means when Tegoshi's tired hands find his?

He still can't stand Tegoshi much of the time. Too much, too loud, moving too fast. Tegoshi's becoming a real adult, picking up speed as he steps toward something beyond his vision. Shige feels like he's aging in reverse.

"Give in," Tegoshi says, but not to what.

Shige isn't an immovable object but Tegoshi isn't an unstoppable force. He's not sure where they're heading but he knows the way out if he doesn't like it. He doesn't think they're written in the stars.

"Make me want to," he says.

Maybe he won't.

Fic dump

thawrecka — Sat, 31 May 2008 11:29:37 GMT

My Boss My Hero Untitled, Makio/Jun, 170 words

Jun was silly like a girl, was short like a girl and got manicures like a girl. Jun liked stupid nicknames like a girl and got jealous like a girl. Sometimes Makio even thought Jun was pretty like a girl, a flat-chested girl that wore boy's trousers.

Jun, however, was not a girl. That made Makio's recent dreams about Jun wearing pretty girly kimono and adopting babies really strange.

Makio decided to ask Kuroi about it but he just looked at Makio funny and said that he didn't know nothing about dream interpretation.

Makio decided to tell Jun about it instead.

Jun blinked a lot, then said, "Makky, I didn't know you felt that way about me."

"Huh?"

"This is all so sudden. I don't know if I can accept your feelings."

Jun promised to think about it and went away. Makio was still confused.

Makio asked Kazu about it. Kazu said the dreams were probably because of eating spicy things before bed. Makio stopped eating spicy things before bed.

My Boss My Hero Human Desire, Ironface/Makio, Hikari/Makio, Hikari/Jun, Makio/Jun, Makio/Pudding, 630 words

1.

She feels a bit silly, fantasising about a former student, even if he did turn out to be 27 years old. She thinks surely it must be unethical to even think about his strong and manly arms like that. At the very least it makes her feel very childish.

It's not that she ever would have done something about it. Even if she didn't still think of him as her student and hadn't learnt his yakuza secret, he was still not the sort of man she would ever date. He was attractive, yes, but very very strange and quite probably not entirely sane.

Nonetheless, it felt naughty to fantasise about him taking off her glasses, undoing her hair and kissing her breathless.

She supposed there wasn't any actual harm in fantasising about it and settled down to imagine him picking her up and carrying her off to bed.

2.

Hikari is sure she'll get over Sakaki-kun someday. She's just not sure she really wants to.

She doesn't really want to be with him, either. No matter how much she tries to downplay it, his gang life is really scary. She couldn't be with someone who lived like that.

But before that, when they hung out together, he was tall and cute and really funny and he liked her. He wasn't like the other guys. He was special and different and interesting.

She'll get over him someday. Just not yet.

3.

Jun really likes Hikari. He's liked her so long that he's forgotten why he started. He wishes she could really like him that way, too.

He's tried to be what she wanted but he knows it's not working. What she really wants is Makky and that's something he can never be.

He can tell that she's tried, tried hard to pretend that she could learn to like him, but in his heart he knew it was doomed to fail.

"Maybe if we just give it some time I can move on and start to feel that way for you instead," she said.

"Okay," he said and smiled.

He didn't believe her.

4.

Jun doesn't get why people always think he's into Makky. He's not! Really, he's not like that! He doesn't like boys. Makky is just the first guy friend he's had. Really, that's all.

He just gets jealous when other people monopolise Makky because Makky was his friend first and is his best friend. He just doesn't like to share his friends, that's all. Really!

He doesn't get why anyone would say it's weird that Makky likes to hug him or pat him. Makky's just a touchy guy! It's normal! It's not like Makky does it all the time! Jun just likes it because it's so friendly.

"No, dude, I think you're gay for him," Hoshino says.

Hoshino's just being silly!

"I think you only like Hikari because she's emotionally unavailable," Saki says.

Saki reads the quizzes in too many girl magazines.

"Things are different in this era so I can accept your relationship with my son," Makky's dad says.

Makky's dad is scary and confusing.

"The idea of me having a crush on Makky just doesn't make any sense," Jun says. "Don't you agree?"

"Um, can we talk about something else? It's just that you've been talking about Sakaki-kun for two hours so far," Hikari says.

He's just not like that. Really!

5.

Pudding is an important part of Makio's life.

It sits before him in soft, gelatinous globs of joy and then it goes into his mouth and brings him such pleasure that words cannot truly describe it. It brings meaning to his mornings, his afternoons, his lunchtimes. It makes his mind sharp. It makes him more forgiving of Kazu's mistakes.

Truly, Makio loves pudding. Pudding loves him back.

Osen Precious Mr Alcohol, Handa Sen/Ezaki Yoshio, 800 words

Ezaki wobbled back into the Isshouan, feeling bubbly and wonderful. He'd been able to get someone else to pay for his drinks all night and his head was buzzing pleasantly. He tried to be quiet as he made his way back into the building.

He heard the noise of someone clumping up the hallway and froze, afraid he'd woken someone up and was going to get scolded again. Instead it turned out to be Osen, once again drunk as a skunk. She slowly stumbled towards him, seeming only to realise he was there just before she bumped into him.

Her eyes went wide with recognition. "Yocchan-san!" she shouted gleefully.

He muttered her name in acknowledgement as he tried to pull her completely upright. She giggled and just leaned further against him, pushing her head against his neck.

"Take me to bed," she ordered, poking him.

"Uh, okay," he said, feeling kind of awkward and uncomfortable. She wouldn't stop touching him and that was kind of weird and unusual.

Ezaki tried to get his arms around her without being inappropriate at all. It was a little difficult, especially with the way Osen kept wriggling about and looking up at him.

They made slow progress to her room. He was tempted to just prop her up against the door but she pulled him inside.

"I have chocolate," she told him in a small voice like it was a state secret. "Do you want some?"

Ezaki shook his head. "I should probably go to bed or something."

"But it's good," she protested.

She pushed one tiny square of chocolate into her mouth, closed her eyes and made little noises of enjoyment. She was such a drunken hedonist.

Ezaki cleared his throat. "Maybe one piece."

He knelt on the floor next to her and put his hands out. She placed a small piece of the rich, dark chocolate in his palms. It smelt expensive. When he put it in his mouth he couldn't help exclaiming at the smooth, strong and slightly bitter taste. "It's good!"

Osen smiled widely and reached for a bottle of sake. Well, if she was going to offer him a drink who was he to refuse?

She passed him the bottle after she'd taken a swig of it, sweet sweet alcohol that tasted like not having to spend money. The only things that could make it better were food and girls.

Osen spilt a little on herself when she took the bottle back, soaking her hand and the edge of her sleeve.

"Careful," Ezaki admonished. It was probably bad to get booze on material that expensive. She only giggled and started licking her hand clean.

"Yocchan-san should drink more," she said.

It was a bit weird how she could go from being so mature and forceful at times to so immature and silly at others.

She passed the drink toward him but wobbled, spilling it all over his neck and one side of his shirt.

"Okay," he said, pulling the bottle out of her hands and putting it safely on the floor. "I think you've had enough."

Then she started licking his neck.

"Wait a bit, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Can't waste precious Mr Alcohol."

"That's not--" Ezaki gulped. It felt kind of good.

"You taste good. Salty!"

He knew he should stop her. It was weird and inappropriate and if anyone else found out he would definitely get in trouble. Tomekichi would probably cry. Instead of doing the right thing he let her kiss him.

She was really forceful, pushing him down to the floor and practically climbing on top of him. It occured to him that maybe this whole thing had just been an excuse for her to take advantage of him.

He pulled her hair pin out and her hair spilled all over the place. It was long and soft and he'd secretly found the thought of all that hair sexy for weeks.

Trying to pull her clothes off was not so easy. Her outfits were beautiful (and looked really expensive) but they were fiddly and difficult. Kissing her and trying to undo things at the same time was just too hard. She, on the other hand, wasn't having any problems with pushing his shirt up and wriggling all over him.

He rolled them over. He thought maybe if he pushed it up from the bottom her outfit would be easier to get off or at least get around.

At first when he touched her legs she giggled and complained that it tickled. After that she was silent for a while. Then she started snoring.

Ezaki looked up to see Osen blissfully asleep. He sighed, long and hard, then straightened the room up and left.

He wondered if she'd even remember in the morning.

Fic: Sweet Plan of Youth, Koume/Kenta, 1/1

thawrecka — Sun, 18 May 2008 13:32:11 GMT

Fandom: Papa to Musume no Nanokakan (aka Seven Days of a Daddy and a Daughter)
Title: Sweet Plan of Youth
Summary: Koume/Kenta, Koume feels a lack in their relationship.

Koume had been going out with Kenta-senpai for a while. They went places together and talked about things. They held hands, the cool metal of his rings growing warm between her fingers. She sometimes made him food, whenever her cooking didn't go terribly. It was all going very nicely. The only problem was that they hadn't kissed.

She couldn't figure out why. Koume really wanted Kenta-senpai to kiss her. She'd been trying to send out 'please kiss me' signals for such a long time.

Well, sure, sometimes it seemed like Kenta-senpai was going to kiss her and then papa would pop up out of nowhere. Kenta-senpai said he didn't mind that they ended up spending so much time with her father because he liked to talk to him but Koume minded. Sometimes she thought papa was doing it on purpose.

Even when they were alone Kenta-senpai wouldn't kiss her. He kept turning away whenever she got close to him, like he was afraid she had a disease. Koume didn't know what was going wrong but she was determined to change it.

First Koume started by sending Kenta-senpai a message, asking if he'd like to meet her. His reply message was so cute! They were going to have so much fun!

They met in the park on Saturday morning. He looked really cute. Koume really loved the way his shirt hung on him and his smile was totally dreamy. He really liked the sandwiches she'd packed, too.

They walked and talked for ages. He told her all about getting ready for university and she talked about Ritsuko's latest misadventures. When they found sat down the sun was warm and bright through the trees. She moved her hand over his and he flipped their hands over and slipped his fingers through hers. Things were going so well that she couldn't help but smile.

After that he took her to the aquarium. The turtles looked really adorable and the coral was really pretty. With the blue green lights hitting off his hair and their fingers intertwined it felt really romantic. Koume was pleased; surely he'd try to kiss her at the end of this date.

He even held her hand on the train and as they walked all the way to her house. Koume felt like blushing, knowing so many people could see them.

As they reached her door the sun was setting, the sky pink, purple and orange behind them.

"I had a lot of fun," he said as he turned toward her.

"So did I, Kenta-senpai," Koume said, feeling hopeful.

She felt like this had to be it, this had to be the moment when he finally kissed her. The setting was so perfect and their date had been so nice that surely he had to want to do it right then.

"Well, I guess I'll see you soon," he said and started to turn away.

"No!" she yelled out, not realising how loud she was until he turned back to her, wide eyed. "Wait, Kenta-senpai. Don't leave yet."

It would just be wrong if after all this work he left without kissing her. She started to wonder if he even wanted to.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" she asked.

He blushed and ducked his head. "I don't want to go too fast."

"But I'm ready!" she objected.

He didn't seem to be moving so she leaned in and kissed him. She felt shocked at herself. Oh no, she thought, what if he doesn't like girls being so forward? When he pressed closer to her and moved his hand to her hair her worries disippated, going away on the cool night breeze. Kissing felt really nice.

Koume felt a little lightheaded when they finally pulled apart.

Even after he was long out of her sight she felt really happy. She couldn't wait to kiss him again. She just hoped papa hadn't seen them.

24Hr Valentines Fic

thawrecka — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 01:05:59 GMT

Title: The Grand Masters of Squish
Summary: Um. K-K-K Valentines Days
Notes: For the 24 Hour Valentine's Day Challenge. Not properly edited because I cannot be bothered. 1815 words.
Warnings: Stupidity, sleepovers, lack of plot, Shige/Kusano, Shige/Koyama, mention of Kame/Kusano

acchikocchi | agirlcalledkil | anamuan | devetir | honooko | imwahyou | iverin | jackoweskla | jadedfrenzy | jain | jnessap | ky_rin | mousapelli | pearljemz | peroxidepest17 | procreational | shatteredinu | soucieux | tinyangl | tokyostory

Happy Valentines Day for anyone for whom it is still the 14th! And I suppose you could consider this Kusano birthday fic, too. Poor Kusano, he deserves better. ;_;

Shige woke up grumpy.

He wasn't fond of Valentine's Day. He didn't dislike it, either. He just didn't really see the appeal. Where was the fun in obligation chocolate? There was nothing special about it and nothing romantic or cool.

There wasn't much fun in getting joke cards, either. Shige eyed the card, bursting with pink and red and a cut up doily badly pasted on top, liberally sprinkled with glitter and signed withKusano's autograph. There was what looked like dried noodles glued on in the top right corner, too.

He opened it warily. The message read: "Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you're a better kisser now than you were four years ago."

Shige sighed. This was not the thing he wanted to find in his bedroom first thing in the morning. Clearly he had to talk to his mother about conspiring with his friends.

*****

Four years prior on a particularly boring Valentines Day, they had been having a big girly sleepover when Shige made the mistake of telling Kusano that he'd never kissed anyone the proper way before. Oh, sure, he'd played kiss chasey in the playground in kindergarten but he felt like that didn't really count.

"I can't believe you've never properly kissed someone before," Kusano said. "Are you a five year old? Lame!"

"Shut up," Shige said, scowling. "It's not a big deal."

"Only someone who'd never gotten kissed would say that."

"Like I want to. It looks gross and unhygienic."

"You sound like a five year old. Lame!"

"Stop saying that," Shige said, and pushed Kusano. Kusano let himself tumble to the floor with the force of Shige's puny push, giggling like mad.

Shige crossed his arms and looked at his bedspread. He didn't think there was anything wrong with not going around kissing people all the time. He was just fine with the way things were.

Kusano muttered, sly voice, "I could kiss you."

"What? No! Why would I want you to kiss me? Gross!"

"Better than being a big baby and never kissing anyone."

"It is not!"

"You know, Koyama's already having sex. I wonder what he thinks of being friends with a big baby."

"I'm not a baby! And he doesn't care."

"He must feel so awkward having his weird baby friend Shige around when he wants to talk about big boy stuff."

"Who talks like that? Kusano, you're being an idiot."

Kusano edged closer and put a hand on Shige's knee. "Come on, Shige. You know you want to."

"I do not," Shige said, pushing him away.

"But you're curious, right?"

Shige made the mistake of looking back at Kusano and his mischievous face. "A little. Maybe."

"Come on! Let me," Kusano pleaded.

"Why do you even want to kiss me? Isn't that kind of weird?"

"It's-- It's not like that," Kusano protested. "This is about you."

Shige rolled his eyes.

"It's important for your education as a man!"

"You're an idiot."

Kusano sat up on his knees and raised a hand to Shige's face. "Are you going to let me do it?"

Shige froze, eyes wide. "Okay. But don't tell anyone."

"Why would I want to tell anyone? As if I'd want people knowing I kissed you."

"Shut up!"

Kusano closed his eyes and leaned in close. His hair was sticking out all crazy and Shige had the brief thought that Kusano looked like a porcupine. He burst out laughing before Kusano could even reach him.

"Stop laughing!"

"Sorry," Shige said, still laughing.

"Do this properly," Kusano whined.

"Fine!" Shige quietened down.

Kusano moved in close. Shige still thought it was a bit weird but he tried not to laugh. Kusano kissing him just felt strange. He tried to relax into it and not think too much but it wasn't working.

Kusano opened one eye. "You're not exactly doing your part here."

"Maybe you're just such a bad kisser that I can't. Maybe it's you who needs the practise."

"I do not! Girls kiss me all the time."

"You're just practising so you can look good in case Kamenashi-kun ever returns your passionate love for him."

"Shut up! It's not like that."

"Fine! Let's start over again."

"Okay," Kusano said in a small voice.

He leaned back in. First just pressing his closed mouth to Shige's, then slowly opening his mouth and swiping his wet tongue over Shige's lips. Shige still didn't get what the big deal was. It felt kind of slimy, like a big wriggly slug was trying to enter his mouth.

Shige opened his mouth and Kusano's tongue slipped inside. It just felt sort of odd, not good or bad but strange. Shige tried to return the kiss properly but he didn't know if he was doing it wrong or if he should even try.

Kusano put a hand on Shige's shoulder. Shige wondered what he was thinking. He wondered whether Kusano had really done this as much as he'd said. He wondered what would happen if Koyama found out.

His mouth felt kind of wet. It was getting easier, somehow less weird, the longer it went on. Shige started to feel that he could do this without being embarrassed.

Kusano's tongue slid across the roof of Shige's mouth and Shige jerked back, laughed.

"What?" Kusano asked, grumpy look on his face.

"It tickled."

"There's nothing wrong with the way I kiss," Kusano whined.

"I never said there was!"

"Let's do it again."

"No!" Shige exclaimed and pushed Kusano over. "That would be kind of gay."

"It's not gay if you don't tell anyone. Plus, it's my birthday tomorrow. It's like an early present!"

"If you try to kiss me again I'll tell Koyama what really happened to his blue shirt," Shige threatened.

"Fine," Kusano conceded, pouting.

Shige wiped his mouth on his sleeve and ignored him.

*****

Somehow, it had come out in conversation with Koyama the next day. Shige hadn't even meant to and couldn't even remember how the conversation got around to that point but he just blurted it out. Koyama made strange noises like a choking bird and that's when Shige realised his mistake.

"No! Forget I said that. I didn't say anything. Hey, look at the weather," Shige babbled, panicked.

"Shige!" Koyama gasped, wide eyed.

"I really think those clouds are really interesting," Shige said.

Koyama didn't say anything.

"...Koyama?" Shige ventured after a few moment's silence.

"You really kissed Kusano?" Koyama asked, voice sounding strange.

"No! Okay, yes, but it's not how it sounds. We were just playing a game. We weren't being weird or anything."

"No, it's-" Koyama gulped loudly. "It's okay."

"Really? You don't think I'm weird?"

"No weirder than usual," Koyama replied. "Ah, did you-- Was there any touching?"

"What? No!"

Shige felt like he had to be seeing things because Koyama looked sort of disappointed. He wasn't even going to think about that.

*****

Shige couldn't imagine why Kusano felt the need to bring it up again beyond wanting to annoy him. He didn't feel that he needed any more annoyances on top of the usual today.

Koyama called when Shige was halfway through getting dressed. He fumbled for the phone with the one arm he'd managed to get through a sleeve, answering, "What do you want?"

"Good morning, Shige," Koyama giggled in his happy little voice. "Happy Valentines Day!"

Shige grunted, expressively.

"It's not that bad, Shige!" Koyama exclaimed happily. "Have you gotten anything yet?"

"Kusano gave me a stupid card," Shige complained.

"Hmm, I guess that makes him the girl."

"Shut up! It's too early for this," Shige grouched. "I want to go back to bed."

"Stay awake, Shige! I'm coming over," Koyama said.

"Why?" Shige whined, still struggling with his shirt.

"I'll be there in half an hour. Wait for me!"

*****

By the time Koyama reached his door Shige had succeeded in his battle with his clothing and was fully dressed, though not feeling any more ready to face the world. Shige's mother let Koyama in

Shige favoured Koyama with a scowl when he burst into his room.

"Show me the card!" Koyama exclaimed.

Shige pointed to his desk where the exuberantly decorated monstrosity lay.

"Wow, you can really see his feelings in this," Koyama said, snickering.

"Ugh," Shige said and sat back down on his bed. He wrapped himself back up in his covers.

"Shige," Koyama said, sitting down next to him. "Don't you want to see what I got you?"

Shige elbowed Koyama, not too hard, just to make his dislike of the whole thing known. Koyama draped himself all over Shige like a big, lumpy blanket.

"No, I don't."

"Come on, Shige," Koyama said right to his ear, breathing his stinky morning breath all over Shige's face.

"Why didn't you brush your teeth before you came here?" Shige asked, horrified.

"Because I'm sure Shige loves me even when my breath stinks," Koyama replied, sing-song voice.

"Ha! I want a divorce. I don't love you any more," Shige mumbled.

"That breaks my heart," Koyama wailed melodramatically.

Koyama flopped about like a fish which set Shige off laughing. That, of course, set Koyama off laughing, too, and they giggled until their faces hurt. Shige eased backwards onto his bed, lay back on his pillow and dragged Koyama down with him, Koyama's arms wrapping around Shige's bed covers. The only sound was Koyama's breathing and the light sounds of people banging about in the kitchen.

"What are you giving me?" Shige asked, finally, breaking the silence.

"I'm giving you my love!" Koyama exclaimed.

"In other words, you didn't actually get me anything. You lied!"

"Yes, I admit it! I just lied to get you in bed with me," Koyama said, snuggling closer.

Shige smacked the side of Koyama's head. In response Koyama just flopped back on top of him and started to stroke his fingers through Shige's hair.

"Have you bought Kusano's birthday present yet?" Shige asked.

"Can't you just buy something and pretend it's from both of us?" Koyama asked. "I'm tired."

Shige raised an eyebrow. "You wouldn't be tired if you didn't get up at the crack of dawn to annoy people."

"But it's fun!" Koyama replied.

Shige felt like if they stayed like this much longer he'd fall back asleep. Koyama's long fingers rubbing gently against his scalp and the side of his face was relaxing. It was comfortable like this, wrapped in his bedding and in Koyama.

"You know, you don't have to make up excuses to get me into bed with you," Shige said.

"I could tackle you and wrestle you into bed instead."

"Yes," Shige said. "That's much more sensible."

Koyama laughed stupidly to himself. Shige dragged the covers out from under Koyama's heavy body and spread them over both of them, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of Koyama's even breathing.

AND THEN THEY INEXPLICABLY DECIDED TO HAVE THE SEX, THE END

ficlet- yamapi's big secret

thawrecka — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 00:25:06 GMT

I went to the effort of typing this up after all. Don't be expecting literary brilliance or an actual plot or anything. I'm pretty sure I threatened someone with this in IM a few weeks ago, never let it be said I don't follow up on writing retardation. Yamapi's Big Secret, completely gen...

Yamapi gathered his group, took a deep breath and began.

"Everybody, I have a confession to make."

"What is it?" Massu said, halfway through a curry bun, looking worried.

"Whatever it is, we'll support you," Koyama promised. "I want you to feel safe in trusting us with anything."

Koyama was being very encouraging but Yamapi still worried. It wasn't an easy thing to say. He just hoped they wouldn't think he was crazy, though he felt comfortable knowing that these people would accept him even if he was crazy.

"I am actually an alien," he finally admitted.

"Wow, a lot of things make sense now."

"I knew it all along."

Yamapi blinked, confused. He thought he'd been so sneaky.

"I can't believe you actually thought that was a secret," Ryo muttered as he left the room.

It was very reminiscent of when he'd told Jin...

***

"Jin, I have to tell you a secret," Yamapi had started, twisting uncomfortably on the couch, "and you have to promise to not think less of me."

Jin promised right away. "Is it something naughty? Are you having an affair with Swedish twins?"

"No."

"Did you eat the last of the cake?"

"No. Jin, I'm an alien."

Yamapi wasn't really sure how he'd held out on telling Jin for so long. It felt like he'd been bursting with the secret for forever.

"Well, yeah, that's kind of obvious, Pi."

"What?"

"You seriously thought I didn't know? I figured it out ages ago."

"Um. Okay. Cool."

*****

A few months later Yamapi bumped into Kame in one of the hallways.

"Hello," Kame said and made this weird face like he wasn't sure whether he was meant to smile, before awkwardly trying to fix his hair.

Yamapi suddenly felt so guilty that so many people already knew and Kame was all left out that he blurted it out instantly.

"Is-- Is that why you haven't called me?" Kame asked. "I can understand if you're preoccupied with alien things. I don't want to pressure you."

"I've just been busy."

"Being an alien."

"Yeah."

*****

Later, Tegoshi cornered him.

"Yamashita-kun, are you part of an advance force trying to take over the world? Because I would be okay with that."

"Really?"

"The human race being enslaved would be fine as long as it was you."

Fic: (Will You Catch Me?), Jin/Yamapi

thawrecka — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 02:41:04 GMT

(Will You Catch Me?)
Jin/Pi, cosplay hijinks+secret voyeurism, just under 700 words
note - I meant to write this two months ago. Whoops! I also intended it to be something rather different initially.

Jin had been feeling tired and morose, lately, ineffectually angry at nothing, removed from it all. Nothing would make the feeling go away, nothing would make things really work. He didn't even think anything in particular was really wrong - there was just something greyed out and hollow at the edge of his existence that wouldn't go away.

In a fit of nostalgia, or perhaps stupidity, he had hunted down his old nurse costume from the clinic skit, thinking of simple times. It still fit but not very well, tighter than he remembered. He wasn't really sure what he hoped to achieve by wearing it but as he smoothed it down over his thighs he felt something sparking inside him, almost like he really cared for a moment.

Jin was so hot in women's clothing. It gave him a powerful rush, fed something hungry and hot inside him. He flicked his hair over his shoulder and posed in the mirror.

He didn't want to take it off.

*****

Yamapi probably should have been more surprised to find Jin wearing a nurse's uniform. Then again, Jin was a very strange person which was a large part of why Yamapi got along with him so well.

"What do you think, Pi?" Jin asked, twirling around.

Yamapi thought. "Your dress doesn't match your shoes."

"Not matching is sexy."

"Idiot."

"I know more about being sexy than you. Schoolgirls across the country agree."

Yamapi scoffed. "What's so sexy about you?"

Jin just smirked and licked his mouth.

"That makes you look retarded!" Yamapi protested. "Or thirsty."

"Everyone loves it. You just don't want to admit I'm better at being sexy than you are."

"This," declared Yamapi, opening his shirt, "is grade-A sexy right here."

"Come over here and say that."

Yamapi stomped over. "Yeah?"

"I win at being hot."

"Prove it," Yamapi challenged.

Jin grabbed Yamapi's hand and placed it on his thigh. "My legs are sexy. Feel how sexy they are."

"If you were so sexy you wouldn't have to move my hand."

"You're not feeling it properly!"

*****

They're idiots, such idiots. Kame would laugh but then he'd give his position away. They're so obvious that it makes him want to roll his eyes but instead he'll sit here, just far enough out of sight, and watch them figure themselves out, slowly. The dawning comprehension in Yamapi's eyes when his hand slides up under Jin's dress, the loose and sloppy movements of Jin's mouth as his body shows him what it wants.

They go from separate to close up in less than a second, Yamapi's hand clutching Jin's hip like a lifeline.

Yamapi's eyes are wide and confused, as if he doesn't understand what he's doing or why, as if he doesn't know why he can't stop himself. Kame wonders what he thought would happen, what game he thought he was playing with Jin. He opens his mouth, as if to say stop, but then Jin pushes his shirt off and he only looks more lost.

Jin looks like he's laughing into the skin of Yamapi's neck. He pushes against the wall and pins Yamapi like a butterfly.

Yamapi's hand is on the end of Jin's dress - not pushing it up, just holding it there, holding on. His other hand moves around Jin's neck in a parody of a hug, pushing into Jin's messy hair as Jin undulates against him.

To Kame, Pi looks like he's in shock. He's like a man struggling against the rushing tide but he's drowning, weakening, losing his ground. Kame can see him going under.

Even from here Kame can hear the strangled edges of noise; Yamapi's choking gasps, Jin's hollow sounds. When it's over Jin turns and kisses Yamapi's face with his cruel and selfish mouth. Yamapi flops over as if completely drained.

Yamapi still looks wide-eyed and innocent but also a little broken. Like a sea creature dashed against the rocks and put back together all wrong. It's an appealing look on him.

Jin smiles but even now he doesn't look truly happy. The vicious light in his eyes is dim, unsatisfied.

Kame walks away, feeling vindicated.

Well, I tried

thawrecka — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 04:54:22 GMT

This is completely fail as far as ficlets go but, dammit, writing Yukan Club fic is hard.

A Handful of Failed Confessions, Seishirou/Noriko -
"To think that you were really going to force Yuri to marry you. You are the strongest at a lot of things but you don't know a woman's heart," Noriko said, her expression direct and unwavering.

She folded her hands over his.

"Can you accept that this is something you are not number one at?"

Seishirou looked at Noriko's upturned face and gulped. A retort died in his throat. The look in her eyes made him feel foolish and small.

"Can you teach me?" he asked, mouth moving before he could think.

She blinked. "You want me to teach you about Yuri's heart?"

"No!"

"Noriko, I want you to play Go with me forever. With me and no one else."

"None of our other friends play Go, Seishirou. I could hardly play with them instead."

Seishirou took a deep breath and tried not to let his hands shake.

"I want you to always be happy," he said. "I don't ever want to do things that hurt or disappoint you again. I don't want to have to see that look in your eyes ever again."

Noriko smiled gently. "That's very admirable, Seishirou."

"I don't like it when other men touch you."

"I don't like it, either."

"I don't like it when they send you love letters, either."

"It's a terrible waste of paper."

"Noriko, I like you. I really like you."

"I should hope so. You're one of my very best friends."

Seishirou sighed and gave up.

Is it can be wingfic tiem

thawrecka — Mon, 12 Nov 2007 11:47:15 GMT

So. I wrote more of the wingfic. I totally told myself I wasn't going to! Turns out I have no impulse control.

This was as close to gen as I could get it but, well, KoyaShige OTP and all it slipped in so. Yes. Companion piece, now with sex0rs.

Found Things -

Koyama likes finding things; pretty things, quirky things, things that need a little tender loving care. He walks out over the land beyond his little cottage as often as he can to find things that need rescuing. He rescues shiny little trinkets exposed to the elements from the rough sand and sun. He rescues lost and hurt animals from the wilderness beyond the city. He even rescued Tegoshi from loneliness.

There's a distinct pleasure in finding things that need to be taken care of, he finds. He likes feeling like he has something to give, even if it's only to an aging pocket watch.

One day, as he strolled across the cool grassy plains that lay beyond his home, he found an especially pleasing assortment of things. He found a ring a lady that sold apples at the market had lost, hidden between the sharp blades of grass. He found a teddy bear, missing an eye, arm near to falling off. Last of all, he found a boy from the land above, half-dried in the sun, messy with bruises.

It was a heavy catch to carry back to his home, ring in his pocket, bear in hand, man awkwardly slung over his shoulder. He made it without losing anything but it was tricky and he nearly dropped his find as he neared the door.

Koyama enjoys cleaning the things he finds, making them shine like new. It was difficult for him to figure which to clean up first. After several moments of pondering he decided to start with the heaviest and so he took to the boy he'd found with eager motions.

He started with the feet first, cleaning them of dirt and grime, of the many tiny bits of the world outside that had lodged themselves into the boy's skin. It was very different from cleaning the limbs of small birds, their gentle claws and intricate skin. The soles of this boy's feet were rough, the skin broken and tender, but his skin became smoother as it got higher on his body.

Koyama moved his way up, removing torn and filthy clothes and patching scraped skin with careful bandaging, wiped the darkness from his skin with a damp cloth. When Koyama cleaned his face and drew the messy hair from his eyes he couldn't tell the boy's age anymore.

Koyama dressed the boy in his own too worn-in clothes, lay him in a warm and comfortable place and left the mess of his back to be fixed after the rest of that day's find had been dealt with. As he sewed a new eye onto the bear, from a spare blue button that didn't quite match the other eye, he felt his attention drifting towards the creature he'd wrapped in old blankets. The boy slept deeply, just too vibrant to look anything but alive.

He couldn't help himself. The wing that lay flopped over the boy's back, the scar that matched it, he couldn't keep himself from looking at them. He moved closer to look at them more deeply and just had to touch. just. once. Koyama lay his finger at the edge where feathers met skin and the boy's eyes flew open.

*****

The boy didn't speak. Whether because he couldn't or wouldn't Koyama couldn't tell at that stage but he didn't mind, was happy to fill up the silence with his own voice. It was never quiet, birds chirping outside, the coarse song of the wind and the sounds the boy's body made as he moved it heavily about.

He didn't seem to want to realise that he was injured and shouldn't try to jump about like a healthy animal would.

"I took care of a cat once. He wanted to walk about all the time when he shouldn't, just like you. Do you think that made him heal any faster? No, of course not! Well, if you want to injure yourself any more and stay here longer that's alright with me."

*****

He didn't want Koyama to see his back, turning around whenever Koyama entered the room or slipping into the darker edges of the house when he could. He dressed shirt first, wary eyes on Koyama the whole time.

Apart from that he held no modesty, not caring what other parts of him were on display or whether he got blood on the nice wood floor.

Koyama tried to look gentle and harmless, tried to slip his fingers under the blankets so he could slip them onto the floor. The boy wouldn't let them go, obstinately held them over his back as if they were all that held his flesh together.

I've seen you naked and bleeding, he wanted to say. There's no secrets left for your body to keep.

But he didn't. Instead he made tea.

*****

"I found this book among some bushes forty kilometres that way," Koyama said, as the boy ran his fingers down the book's weathered spine. "I put up lost and found posters for it but nobody ever claimed it."

Now that the boy was walking he was making himself quite at home in Koyama's humble library, as much a part of the furniture as the glass cabinet Koyama's mother had given him.

"That one," Koyama said, as the boy's fingers trailed onto another book, "I got as a present from a nice old lady when I rescued her dog. It's about lawyers."

The boy fished it out of the shelf and sat with it for hours.

*****

Koyama got sick after staying too long in the wet looking for an old hairclip, lost by the girl who sold him fish, and secluded himself in one end of his house. It wouldn't do to let his guest get sick just as he was getting better.

Imprisoned in pink blankets and stuffy clothing, Koyama could only look on enviously as the boy walked around with growing ease and laughing eyes.

"I don't like you any more!" Koyama wailed, but he could see by the look in the boy's eyes that he didn't believe it.

Each day the boy came closer with his teasing face and daring fingers, poking at Koyama in his woolly cocoon.

On the morning Koyama woke up feeling that his sickness had left with the night's breeze he came close enough to touch, close enough that Koyama could pounce on him like a playful puppy. They rolled around until the blankets rolled off, carpeting the floor in a haphazard pattern.

It was said that the secret to getting wounded animals to trust you was to let them come to you. Koyama felt that sometimes being sneaky was preferable and used that opportunity to let his fingers run down the boy's naked back, let them run through the mess of feathers.

Koyama had grown used to what the boy's different noises meant - when he breathed like that he was shocked.

Koyama let his fingers slip through the feathers like a comb, let them map the strange lines of skin. He had to do it before the boy pushed him off, before he put those layers between them.

"Let me," he murmured. "Please."

Koyama wet his fingers and rubbed the boy clean. He let his fingers travel over the mountains of flesh to the accompaniment of hitching breath, louder and louder until it was almost a voice.

*****

In the morning the wing had been tucked under the skin with the magic Koyama had forgotten the boy must possess, like something he'd heard of only in books.

Koyama realised the other was almost fully healed and his heart wanted to sing something sad and afraid.

*****

Koyama took a morning to do so many of the things he'd been putting off, the making of plans and procuring of objects, leaving Shige alone in the house.

Tegoshi was glad to see him, declaring, "I haven't seen you in so long I thought you might have run away to join the circus."

"Ah, I was preoccupied with things."

"Does Kei-chan have a secret?" Tegoshi gasped, eyes alight with glee. "Tell me! Tell me!"

"But if I tell you it won't be a secret," Koyama said and winked.

"Aw, no fair! You can't even give me a clue?"

"I might have come across a lost bird," Koyama gave, "but I think it might be about to find itself."

*****

He was unfolding like the flowers in Koyama's disorganised garden, brightening as the weather grew warm. It was always a little sad when the creatures he found got well enough that he knew soon he'd have to let them go.

*****

The boy spoke for the first time at the most surprising of times, a time when Koyama had barely spoken for the whole day and night. Perhaps that was the best time he could find to break his silence. Koyama looked up.

"Your name is Shige?" A name he could wrap his mouth around, a name his lips wanted to form.

"Shige," he wanted to say again and again, and so he did. Held the other close and whispered his name against his ears, wrote it with his fingers against the skin of the other's neck.

Wanted to say it against Shige's mouth. Shige was writing his own words over Koyama's skin, and so Koyama did, let his mouth move as it wanted to.

This was a language they could speak without words, a language with noises of its own. The sticky gasps at the magic slide of fingers over Koyama's skin, the low noises that emitted from Shige's throat. The heavy noises of the things they hit on the way to bed.

They grew wet in the night's heat. They fit together, like finding the right key for a lock. Shige opened him up completely and Koyama closed his mouth with kisses until the night grew cold.

*****

When Koyama woke Shige was gone, leaving nothing but a black feather on the couch.

The sun was bright over the morning and the world was almost quiet.

Koyama sighed and set himself to cleaning, righting the chair that had been knocked over, taking the blankets out to wash.

Wild things can't be contained by cages and so Koyama doesn't try, lets them go free even if it makes his heart ache. All things have their own place and must find it.

He smiled and bathed his cat, even though it complained loudly and with scratchy claws. He had hope. Sometimes, he knew, the things he loved best made their way back to him.

NEWS fic. Because I'm so rational.

thawrecka — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 07:10:13 GMT

Okay, let me pause to be confuzzled by all the people suggesting that I am sensible, mature or logical. I really don't know how you could possibly get that impression.

What did I do last night? Did I work on the Tego/Pi? Did I do over any of my websites like I'd been planning? Did I go to bed at a sensible hour? No, I stayed up 'til later than I should have watching the first episode of Akihabara@Deep. It was kind of neat! Though, this is not helping the to-watch list get smaller.

Third... Okay, you know how I said something about NEWS fantasy AUs and wingfic? Well, guess I what I spent all of my workday writing nearly 2,000 words of. Uh.

Dreams, Feathers and Songs, -
They stared at him and called him strange, the boy with one black wing. Shige was his name and he looked down on the world below, lost and alone, silently for years.

Until one day he strayed too close to the wispy edges, leaned too far and fell. The silly boy, he'd forgotten he couldn't fly.

*****

He woke on the lower world, confused and hurt, holes in his memory and tears in his skin. He walked the land in a blurry haze barely aware of his surroundings. He walked over miles, over warm sand, over hard-packed dirt turned muddy beneath the winter's rain, over elephant grass that crunched beneath his feet.

He walked over time and away from his self, moving onwards in a half-dream state with no destination.

A strange, tall man found him, one afternoon, took him home and nursed him to health, in and out of lumbering months and weeks. He spoke in a voice like a friendly lizard, warm words Shige wasn't truly awake enough to hear.

For months he fluttered about the little cottage, dressing Shige's wounds and issuing forth a stready stream of words that wrapped around them both like a blanket.

Spring came and so did Shige's health. He remembered again how to transform himself and put away his tattered wing. He remembered how to walk like a man. Last of all, he remembered his own name.

"I am Shige," he said against the warm night.

The other looked up, startled, and rounded his face with a smile.

"Your name is Shige? Shige~!" the man said, and wrapped him in a hug so tight he could barely breathe.

"Shige," whispered over and over against his ear and the man carried them both to bed in his glee.

Shige was a strange creature, not sure of the lower world's strange customs, and so the next day, when he was as well as could be, he left before the tall boy woke, leaving him wrapped in his nest of sheets.

*****

Shige stumbled into the marketplace. It was dusty, dim under the cover of cloth but vibrant with life. For so long he had looked down on the lower world, wondering, and never been able to see such things as this.

The smells and sounds surrounded him, bewitched his senses and almost knocked him from his feet. He'd never heard such noise before and never seen such barely organised chaos; never smelt these spices or the pungent smells of meat and wine.

The air was thick as he breathed it in, dizzying. He tripped, unsteady on his feet, and hit a table. The yells that followed hurt his ears, made him want to hide his head in his arms and run.

"Calm down, he didn't mean any harm," came a soft, clear voice through the mess.

Shige looked up. A boy in front of him smiled and his skin had a strange grey-blue sheen that reminded Shige of home.

"Are you lost?" the boy asked in his crystal voice.

*****

The boy was called Tegoshi and it was clear that he was not formed in the lower world. His skin had the indifferent glow of those made in the air above and his voice was as a shimmery gem.

With a cheeky smile he told Shige that he had decided they should be friends and took him home to keep in his room.

Tegoshi was bright and chirpy but he'd made himself a boy so long it seemed he'd forgotten he had wings. He spoke of many things - animal patterns in the clouds, the stars over nights on the mountains - often when Shige would rather sleep than talk or when he was trying to concentrate on very important things. He was rarely quiet and when he was the skies would turn as grey and sullen as Tegoshi's face.

Otherwise, Tegoshi would emit a gentle hum even in sleep, curious melodies escaping his mouth.

Sometimes he would sit at the window and sing, clear as the morning, happy songs and silly childish rhymes, but his voice was as lost and lonely as any bird longing for its home.

*****

One night after third dinner (for Shige ate a lot, enough to put a strain on Tegoshi's pantry) they sat and talked.

"What will you do when summer ends?" Shige asked.

"Kei-chan and I are going to drive up the Rainbow Road to try to reach the land above. I want to see Yamashita-san and his beautiful blue wings," Tegoshi said dreamily.

"And then what will you do?" Shige asked.

"I don't know. Isn't that enough?"

"You can't just go up there and expect them to give you a job and a place to stay just because you're cute."

"So mean, Shige. You must have been a grumpy old man from the time you were hatched," Tegoshi grumbled. He pouted like a child and nestled into his arms. "What will you do when summer ends, then, if you're so smart?"

"I'll go home."

*****

Shige had underestimated both Tegoshi's stubbornness and his enthusiasm and by the end of the summer had found himself swept up in Tegoshi's plan.

"When we get to the higher world we can drop you off and then you can go find your home, okay?"

"Okay."

"I can't wait until you meet Kei-chan, Shige. He's really cool and knows all sorts of cool things and can do lots of cool stuff."

"Okay."

"I'm sure you'll love him. Everyone does!"

"When will he be here?"

"He's coming in the morning so he can pack my bag for me before we leave and still get on the road before it gets hot," Tegoshi explained.

"Why can't you pack your own bag, idiot?"

*****

A tall figure appeared on the horizon just as the sun was waking from it's peaceful rest.

"Kei-chan!" Tegoshi exclaimed, more excited than Shige could have imagined.

The figure came closer, the sun hitting warm off his glowing orange-y hair, something familiar about the man's gait.

"Tegoshi!" he called out, happily, and they embraced like brothers reunited after a long separation.

The man turned - his face was instantly recognisable and Shige remembered the many months spent in his cottage like the most vivid of dreams - and cried out in shock.

"Shige?" he asked, detaching from Tegoshi's arms. "Shige!"

And he rushed to hug Shige more tightly than could be borne.

"Idiot, get off me," Shige yelled.

"No, my name is Koyama," the tall man said.

"You're an idiot," Shige said, struggling away.

*****

The road was long, or it felt long with those two voices around him, talking all the while.

"Are we there yet?" Tegoshi asked as the sun set on their first day of travel.

"You'll know when we are," Shige said.

"But how will I know?" Tegoshi asked.

"You just will."

"But-"

Shige closed his eyes and let Koyama deal with the questions.

They took turns to sleep and drive, though Shige slept the most.

*****

Three days into the trip the car broke down.

"Now how will we get there?" Tegoshi asked.

"We could try walking," Koyama suggested.

"But it's such a long way!" Tegoshi complained.

"You would have had to walk the end of the road, anyway, Tegoshi," Shige said. "They don't let vehicles past the Cloud Fence."

Tegoshi sulked but he retrieved his belongings from the vehicle and started to walk with them. The road was long but made for their feet and there were signposts along the way in all the languages of the world. When the boy grew tired Shige carried his bag and Koyama carried Tegoshi.

*****

It was cool, grey morning when they finally came to the end of their road, their faces glowing faintly in the faded light shot through the covering fog. They were tired and ragged. The knees of Tegoshi's jeans were worn through.

The gates were abandoned, rusted, and they slipped between them with Shige's guidance though he felt sure he didn't know the way.

They were lost, unknowing, but as they ventured on the world began to smell green and the air around them became warm and clear.

"I'm tired," Tegoshi said, as they found themselves in a glade.

"Then sleep," Koyama said, smiling as he said this. "I'm sure Shige won't mind."

Koyama smiled warmly at Shige and Shige couldn't help but smile back.

They slept in a warm pile.

*****

Shige awoke to a curious face above his own.

"I don't know, Pi, they don't look like anyone special. Are you sure we shouldn't throw them over the edge?" a voice came from his side, and Shige scuttled back, instantly awake.

"Hello," said the man in front of him.

Shige was confused but Tegoshi, it seemed, was not.

"Yamashita-san!" Tegoshi shouted with glee.

*****

It turned out that Shige had been wrong and Tegoshi could get a job and a place to stay just on the strength of how cute he was. In fact, he got it for them all.

"This is the nursery," Yamashita said. "Or one of them."

"The best one," Nishikido said.

"You came just when we needed someone to come," Yamashita told them. "Just like Masuda said you would."

"How did he know we were coming here?" Tegoshi asked, wide eyed.

"He knows things," Nishikido explained. "He doesn't always know which way is up but he knows how to find the things we need."

Yamashita gave them all eggs, to keep safe and warm until it was time for them to hatch.

Tegoshi was delighted with his, singing it songs and telling it bad jokes, holding it close to him wherever he went. He cuddled it to himself like a toy at night when he slept.

"Share yours with me," Koyama said to Shige, slipping a hand over his. "It'll be better if we do it together."

"As long as it doesn't hatch as stupid as you," Shige said, but he was smiling.

*****

They grew relaxed there over the months of egg watching, even if Shige jumped every time Nishikido demonstrated his talent of moving things without the use of his hands.

Tegoshi grew comfortable and let his wings be free, shivering them out awkwardly like a newborn. They were small, soft, white wings that glimmered like the morning dew and Shige ached upon seeing them.

Tegoshi bugged Yamashita to show his wings until he relented and then he spread them halfway across the sky, large and blue, powerful like the wind. Tegoshi giggled like a girl in the first blush of love.

Shige went to sit alone.

*****

It so happened that on that very night, Tegoshi's egg began to crack. First a small fissure and then larger spindly lines spreading out all over the egg's surface.

It took until morning for the egg to open completely and they stayed awake until then watching, waiting, jumping at Tegoshi's every excited exhalation.

The baby was small, pale, covered in goo. It looked tired and unformed; its body seemed small and week. It - or should I say, he - rolled over, exposed his back.

"It only has one wing," Tegoshi gasped.

Shige looked at his hands, thought of the scars on his back.

"It's okay if he only has one wing," Yamashita said. "That just means he's special."

It felt, to Shige, as if those words were meant for him but that was silly. There was no way they could know.

"Why don't you name him?" Nishikido asked, leaning over to Tegoshi with a smile almost too gentle for Shige to believe.

"Let's get some sleep, Shige," Koyama mumbled into his ear, drawing him closer, and Shige settled down to ignore all the ado.

*****

("Are you still going to go home, Shige?" Tegoshi asked.

"I am home.")

hahahahaha

thawrecka — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 14:06:30 GMT

I wrote fic. Ryo/Tego serial killer fic. You can all thank wintersjuly for encouraging me ♥♥

Ryo wiped the blood from his hands. It had been a long day of serial killing and he was tired and wanting a shower. He'd gotten gore all over his hair...

As he turned down the alleyway he bumped straight into someone. Ryo sighed; it was always a pain to have to kill the witnesses.

"Eh? Ryo-tan?" came a familiar voice.

"Tegoshi!" Ryo exclaimed in shock. Tegoshi was smiling cheerfully but he seemed to have blood on his collar. That was weird... Ryo was sure Tegoshi didn't have enough testosterone to need to shave.

"Ryo-tan, is that a horribly mutilated body behind you?"

"No, that's..."

"This is so exciting! Ryo-tan is a serial killer and I never knew. Me, too!"

"Really?"

"Sometimes I have to bathe in the blood of virgins. It's why I have such good skin," Tegoshi said in a confiding tone.

Ryo felt proud. "Tego-nyan, I always knew you had potential!"

"Let's go kill people together next time! You can teach me how you did all that creative stuff with that guy's intestines."

"I can't think of anything I want more," Ryo said, happily, and they skipped off home to share a shower and some tips.
THE END

JE RPF: Compilation Something-or-Other 1/1, Ryo/Shige, Koyama/Shige

thawrecka — Sat, 28 Jul 2007 18:00:17 GMT

It's after midnight in my corner of the universe so, happy birthday wintersjuly. Have a good one and please to not die for many more years.

*****

Title: Compilation Something-or-Other
Author: Tha Wrecka
Email: scorpionightmare@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. The author of the following work of fiction intends no defamation. All resemblances to real events are coincidences, all departures from fact are creative license.
Summary: Shige doesn't know what he wants but he knows it isn't this.
Warnings: Ryo/Shige, Shige/Koyama, other pairings implied (esp Tegoshi/everyone), boys being stupid.
Feedback: Would make me happy as long as it's not flamey. Via comments or to my email.
Notes: Thank you to seraphcelene for looking over the first draft and violetsquirrel for thorough and frequent betawork. 3706 words holy crap. I listened to Bonnie Pink's Reminiscence album the whole time I wrote this and it's probably a bit obvious how much I listened to just Perfect and That's Just What You Are.

They sat down together. Koyama let his arm fall over Shige's shoulders and they settled that way. It was warm and comfortable on the couch and Shige felt the low hum of noises from the television relaxing him. Sleep was trying to drag him down.

Koyama laughed gently and Shige could feel it all down his side in the places they touched.

Shige wasn't paying attention to the TV.

Shige leaned into Koyama and tried to breathe in his scent as inconspicuously as possible. Perhaps Koyama felt the movement against his shoulders or maybe he just wanted to take a break from the program at that point. Koyama turned and they were looking at each other. Koyama's eyes were hot and familiar. The fondness in that look made the breath catch in Shige's throat.

"Tired?" Koyama asked, left hand combing through Shige's hair.

Koyama's fingers pressed against Shige's head in just the way he liked. Shige leaned into Koyama's other hand on the side of his face like a happy cat.

"No," Shige murmured.

"Good," Koyama replied and bent to kiss him.

Koyama's kisses were soft and unhurried. Shige couldn't help but wish they would do this more often. He wanted to crawl inside Koyama and never come out.

Koyama's palm made its way down Shige's back and the lingering touches woke up Shige's skin.

Shige dragged his hand to Koyama's hip and squeezed. Shige's name escaped Koyama's mouth on a gasp and his shudders rippled through both of them.

Shige didn't want to stop. He wanted to rock himself in the cradle of Kei's thighs until the world came apart, so he pushed Koyama flat on the couch and did just that.

*****

It got late and then Koyama drove him home. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay."

Shige turned to open the door.

"Wait!" Koyama said, catching Shige's elbow.

Koyama leaned over and kissed Shige, quickly, intensely. "Let's meet on the weekend."

"Okay." Shige smiled to himself and got out of the car.

*****

Tegoshi was perched on Koyama's lap, pouting. Six months ago such a thing would have made him look cute but now that his efforts away from the group had sluiced the baby fat from his bones it was just childish. Shige dropped his can of hairspray.

He bent down, fumbling to pick it up with suddenly clumsy fingers. When he stood up again Tegoshi was biting Koyama's shoulder and Koyama was patting his back. Honestly, Shige saw no reason why Tegoshi shouldn't have grown out of that bizarre habit.

"Tegoshi," Yamapi barked in warning. He looked tired and bloated.

Tegoshi instantly sat up straight.

"Get up and get ready. We don't have time to play around," Yamapi said.

Yamapi dragged a hesitant Tegoshi upright and thrust him in another direction.

Koyama just watched Tegoshi go with that placid, artless look he had.

Shige's fingers tightened on the hairspray as he looked away.

"You don't have to indulge him like that," Yamapi said in a low voice, followed by the clumping sound of footsteps.

Shige tried to look like he hadn't listened to the entire conversation.

*****

Shige waited at the train station. He tried not to look to anxious and uncool waiting for Koyama but he couldn't help feeling that way.

He looked at his watch. Koyama was only a few minutes late. No need to worry, yet. Shige put his hand behind his back and tried to look casual.

Crowds rushed in and out. Shige wished, just a little, that someone would recognise him and take his mind off waiting.

Half an hour. He took out his phone, sent a message, played with the buttons a little.

An hour. Shige fussed with his clothes, brushing off invisible dust. The city was noisy around him and he tried not to focus on people rushing around him, wondered if he looked weird standing there by himself, waiting.

After an hour and a half he went home.

*****

"You didn't show up," Shige said, carefully.

"What?" Koyama asked.

"You didn't call either," Shige continued.

"I'm sorry, I was busy," Koyama said.

"What were you doing? What was so important you couldn't even call?"

"I'll remember next time-"

"Shut up! That wasn't even what I was asking."

"Shige-"

"Don't do that. Don't say my name like that!"

"Why not?"

"Who were you with? I bet you were with him."

Koyama crossed his arms. "I don't even know what you're talking about."

"You were with Tegoshi, weren't you?" Shige burst out, face livid.

"So what if I was? He needed my help with something."

"So that's how it is."

"What the hell is your problem?" Koyama exploded.

"I'm going home to feed my cat," Shige declared.

"Your cat isn't even real," Koyama yelled.

"Clearly, neither is this relationship," Shige replied and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

"He knows we're taping in ten minutes, right?" Masuda asked.

*****

Shige finished with his hair, tidied the counter and put on a smile - a nice, wide, friendly smile, the kind that looks professional and pleasant.

He turned calmly. The dressing room was in disarray. The rest of the group fluttered about like crazy birds.

Tegoshi latched onto his side, smelling like hairspray and baby powder. "Shige."

"Yes."

"Shige, Shige, Shige."

"What?" Shige asked, still smiling resolutely.

"What's wrong, Shige?" Tegoshi asked.

"Nothing."

Shige subtly shook his arm to hint that Tegoshi should let him go. Tegoshi missed the hint completely.

"What's wrong with your face, Shige?" Tegoshi asked, poking Shige's cheek indelicately with one of his skinny fingers.

"Go away!"

Shige tried to shrug Tegoshi off again but Tegoshi wouldn't budge, just kept flapping at him. Shige feared he would never get him to stop.

It was then that Masuda called out, "Tegoshi!"

"Massu!" Tegoshi chirped.

Tegoshi's face lit up. He detached himself from Shige and bounced over to Masuda like a happy little duckling.

*****

"Why aren't you with Koyama?" Ryo asked, smirking as usual.

"Does it matter? I'm sure he's happy being around other people."

"So you're happy for him to go off with Tegoshi?"

Shige said nothing, looked at nothing, just drank his coffee.

"It's no surprise that someone would rather be around Tegoshi than you. He is an awfully cute boy. So friendly, so talented, so easy to please. So eager to return the favour."

Shige's hand tightened around the cup, knuckles like points, rendering his skin white and red.

"And hasn't he gotten attractive lately," Ryo continued, with a rougher, quieter voice. "The way he moves. That voice. The pretty face, with those big eyes and that pouty mouth."

"I'm hotter than he is," Shige said.

"I guess you are," Ryo said, clearly amused.

*****

Through the performance he smiled at Ryo. Ryo, who seemed to be smiling back in just the right way.

Afterwards, Ryo kept smiling at Shige in a way he knew should have made him wary, smiling like he could see right through Shige. Shige just kept smiling back.

Ryo came up close and whispered into Shige's ear. Instead of an insult he said, "Come with me somewhere after this."

And Shige said, "Okay."

Out of the corner of his eye Shige could see Tegoshi chasing stray sequins across the floor. Masuda was dawdling in putting a shirt on and Koyama...

Shige could see Koyama coming towards him and quickly said, "Ryo, you ready to go?"

*****

Even with the hall light on it was dim in Ryo's place. Shige felt a little silly hiding in the shadows like this, but the feeling of anticipation was stronger.

Ryo came up to him, put his hand on the wall against Shige's head and leaned. Ryo was too short to really loom effectively but Shige didn't care. Leaned back a little to make it easier. Ryo moved slowly. Shige could only count the ticking of the clock until Ryo crowded him against the wall, close enough to feel his body heat.

Shige looked into Ryo's eyes, wide open and waiting. Finally, Ryo kissed him. At first it was only the gentle pressure of Ryo's soft, hot mouth against his. Ryo dragged a slow hand up the sleeve of Shige's jacket, then skimmed it over his shoulder before landing at his neck. Ryo's hand fit firmly around Shige's neck, thumb rubbing just under Shige's ear and fingers threading through the soft hairs at the back of his neck. The touch was electric, hair standing to attention as he felt his way through it. With a push of Ryo's thumb Shige's head tilted to just the right angle and he opened his mouth, breathed into the kiss.

The first touch of tongue was tentative, almost unsure. They slipped against each other, like dancers in a crowded room. Shige tried to chase Ryo all the way back into his mouth but Ryo pulled away. Breathed, "Bedroom."

Ryo moved and Shige followed.

They started kissing again, loose and sloppy, as they neared the bed. Mouths slid open, hot and wet. Shige sucked Ryo's lip into his mouth, scraped his teeth slightly over the firm flesh. Ryo took advantage of his distraction, slid his fingers under the collar of Shige's jacket and slipped it off his shoulders. It fell, empty and shapeless, on the floor beside the bed.

Shige slipped away from Ryo's mouth, kissed, instead, Ryo's chin, Ryo's neck, slid his mouth from Ryo's jaw to the fine arch of his cheekbone.

Ryo stepped back, moved onto the bed and Shige followed, sat carefully next to him, eyes barely open.

Ryo was a whirlwind of wandering hands. Shige felt like he could barely breathe.

Ryo attacked the buttons on Shige's shirt. Distracted as he was by kissing his way around Ryo's neck, Shige let it fall below his shoulder blades. He shook it off carelessly and aimed for Ryo's belt.

Shige only reached for Ryo, dragged his hand down the length of him once, before Ryo shook all over and lost it with a groan.

"No stamina at all," Shige mocked, a little disappointed.

"Shut up," Ryo replied, pissy glint in his eyes.

He turned around, pushed Shige back on the bed.

"Wha-?" Shige asked, momentarily confused, before Ryo started undoing his pants.

The clink and slide of the belt being unbuckled was loud in the dim room. The zip crackled open slowly.

"Are you really going to?" Shige asked.

Ryo answered with action and Shige's world narrowed to heat and wetness, the roughness of Ryo's hands and the steadily increasing rushing noise in Shige's head.

He climaxed and the world was muggy, strangely quiet but for the night sounds outside, traffic and the muted sounds from other apartments. He felt sweaty and cool and his throat felt dry. Somehow, the things in Shige's head seemed foggier than before.

He looked up to see Ryo spitting into a tissue. Reality was making itself known quicker than Shige liked.

Shige got up and put himself back together, picked his jacket up from the floor and moved out.

"Don't fall asleep on the train," Ryo called out.

Shige fell asleep on the train anyway.

*****

When next they met, Koyama was strangely flat, dampened like he was moving underwater. He kept looking at Shige weirdly, as if he thought there was something weird or wrong about him. Shige scowled and looked away.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Koyama asked, reaching out to touch Shige's hair.

Shige ducked out of the way. "Nothing."

"Really, what is it?" Koyama asked, wearing a concerned face.

"I'm fine," Shige replied.

Shige ventured a small smile in Koyama's direction. The smile Koyama returned to him was goofy and more than a bit dazzling. Shige felt a tightness in his chest. He suddenly wanted to be sick.

Koyama did a silly little cheer, pretending his napkins were pom-poms, and the feeling only got worse.

*****

"Come over again," Ryo said.

"I'm not going all the way to-"

"Fine. Let's go to your place."

"Are you sure that's a- I mean-"

"Don't you want to?" Ryo asked.

Shige couldn't help looking Ryo straight in the eyes. Ryo looked good, looked really good and was looking right back at him. He started to smile, gently, and Shige faltered.

"...Yes."

"We'll talk," Ryo said. "It'll be nice."

They did talk, of many things, and it was nice until Shige realised Ryo's hand was on his thigh and then it all got hazy.

*****

Now that Shige wanted to avoid Koyama he was everywhere. Endless missed calls from the same number. Messages Shige didn't want to read.

Ryo and Shige sat on the couch, kissing. Ryo's arm was flung across the back of the couch and the other leafed through the mess of Shige's hair. Their mouths pressed lightly together, tiny little fairy kisses.

Shige put his hand on Ryo's knee, opened his mouth a little. Ryo slide his tongue towards Shige's gums. It tickled. Shige jerked back, laughed.

"What?" Ryo asked, flopping his left hand about on top of the couch.

"That feels weird," Shige said.

Ryo rolled his eyes.

They moved toward each other again to resume when Shige's phone rang. He fumbled to pick it out of his pocket and answer.

"Shige!" It was Koyama.

"What's wrong?" Shige asked.

"Sudden problem with Nyanta! Looks too sad! Possible kitty depression!"

Shige closed his eyes. "Calm down."

"Am I a bad cat mummy?" Koyama wailed.

"No, Kei."

"But- But, what if-"

"Just pet your cat; he'll feel better."

"Okay! Okay." Koyama hung up.

Shige put his phone down on the floor. "Where were we?"

"I was just about to put my tongue back in your mouth."

"Right."

They went back to kissing. Shige slipped his fingers under the edge of Ryo's sweater. Ryo did something really awesome with his tongue. Shige's phone rang.

Shige froze.

"Ignore it," Ryo said.

Shige tried. He ignored it until it rang out and sighed in relief when it grew quiet. Four seconds later it started ringing again.

"I have to get it," Shige said, leaning over the couch to pick up his phone. "What?"

"Shige!" It was Koyama again.

"What is it now?" Shige asked.

"I can't find my favourite shoes. Have you seen them?"

"No."

"Did I leave them at your house?"

"I don't know."

"Check under your bed. They could have slipped under there, possibly."

"I can't. I'm not home."

"Oh, I didn't know."

"I'm with a friend and we're in the middle of something."

"Whoops!"

"Yeah, so I'll call you later."

"Okay."

"Bye."

Shige hung up, cutting Koyama off in the middle of his goodbye.

He turned back to Ryo who was looking impatient and unimpressed. "Sorry."

Ryo glared. "Just kiss me again."

So he did, almost knocking Shige over. Shige placed his arms around Ryo's neck and leaned back against the couch to anchor himself. Ryo licked his way into Shige's mouth and Shige shivered all over, the good kind of shiver. Ryo was a hot blanket over his body that Shige just wanted to let himself melt underneath.

The phone rang. Shige turned off his phone and threw it somewhere over his shoulder.

"Finally!" Ryo yelled and allowed Shige to help him out of his shirt.

*****

They moved across the floor that was littered in glitter to a nice dim corner under the scaffolding. Shige hadn't finished putting his shirt on but the rest of him was properly put together.

Koyama threw an arm around his neck, warm against bare skin, and leaned in to speak. Shige sneezed.

"You smell like cat," he said. Sneezed again.

Koyama pouted, moved his arm.

"I cuddled Nyanta all night because you turned your phone off and I missed you."

"Kei..."

"And now you're allergic to me," Koyama wailed.

"It's not my fault I'm allergic to cats," Shige snapped.

His head felt heavy and gross and pressure was building between his eyes.

Koyama looked pitiful. Shige's chest hurt, his throat hurt, his eyes were watering.

"Don't make that face! I can't hug you because I can't stop sneezing."

"Shige-"

Whatever Koyama had planned to say was cut off by Tegoshi appearing, as if from nowhere, to hug Koyama's side. "Kei-chan! Good morning~"

Shige walked away.

*****

Ryo and Shige were lying on the bed sideways, Shige's right leg slipping between Ryo's knees, his hands moving through Ryo's hair. Ryo was breathing loudly, little hissy noises and sounds that were starting to grow into moans.

Their mouths were getting slippery. Ryo's teeth slid over Shige's top lip, his tongue slid against Shige's.

Shige's fingers rifled through Ryo's hair.

Things were getting kind of hot--

"Shige, I think I left my book-"

--and then Koyama came in.

Shige scrambled to the side of the bed, eyes wide.

The silence hung in the air. Shige didn't know where to look. Koyama stood, hand still draped on the doorknob.

"Why are you here?" Ryo asked.

"He's my best friend. Why wouldn't I be here?" Koyama replied.

"Right, whatever, I'm going home," Ryo said and stalked out, a dark blur.

"Ryo-" Shige called but didn't bother to get up to chase him.

Moments later, the front door slammed shut and Shige moved forward to sit properly on the edge of the bed. Koyama quietly moved to sit beside him. Shige looked at his knees and breathed in and let his hand came to rest on the bedspread between them.

The clock ticked in the hallway.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," Koyama said and left.

*****

They met outside the building, as the workday whirled to life.

"How long has this been going on?" Koyama's voice was subdued, no joy or energy. It sounded wrong, like a not-Koyama.

"Not long."

"How did-?"

Shige looked up.

"No, actually, I don't want to know."

"Koyama-"

"It's not my business, right? It's your life. You can sleep with whoever you want. Why wouldn't you?"

"Kei-"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Just say what you feel!"

"I don't know what I feel."

The sky was turning grey. Behind them Shige could hear the clink of glasses, beyond them the grumbling sounds of cars.

"I love you," Shige said, quietly.

"I need to be somewhere else." Koyama got up, walked away.

*****

It was cold, deep into his bones and Shige didn't want to be alone outside when he could be alone inside where it was warm.

He dragged himself back inside and sat down on the couch, away from where the others were primping and practicing. It was stuffy, noisy. The air vent across the room was spitting out little more than dust. The building around him was alive with the humming noises of voices reaching towards song, rumbling sounds of conversations.

He wasn't sitting alone for long before Tegoshi pranced over, looking curious and horribly sympathetic.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Tegoshi smiled with his gentle mouth and laid hands over Shige, made a pillow of his shoulder. Tegoshi could be awfully annoying at times but he made a decent pillow; he was all cuddly and sweet, letting Shige lean against him and close his eyes.

"It'll be alright, Shige," Tegoshi said. "Just rest."

*****

So it was, Shige gave Koyama his space to think about things.

Of course, they saw each other at work all the time. Their eyes would meet across the room and Koyama would go quiet and look away. Shige's smile would falter and melt from his face.

No nonsense conversations in the hallways. No calls before bedtime. Shige hadn't realised until then how hard he found it to sleep when he didn't end his day with Koyama's gently rolling voice in his ear. Instead there was only a steadily increasing static fuzz that didn't seem to go away no matter how much he tried to sleep it off.

The days dragged by in a blur of interesting costuming and awkward dance movements.

Koyama was far away and Shige didn't know how to breach the distance.

*****

Ryo was almost as non-communicative.

He bumped into Shige shoulder-first, next to the water-cooler. Water spilled over Shige's fingers where they clutched the little plastic cup.

Shige scowled.

"Hey. So, don't worry about it," Ryo said.

"What?" Shige asked, confused and distracted.

"It got boring so let's not do it anymore."

Shige looked up and couldn't read Ryo's face at all. "Just put it behind us?"

"Yeah," Ryo said. Walked away toying with his water bottle.

*****

Another day, another drab changing-room.

"Let's start over," Koyama said.

"How?"

"I figured it out. Let's put all of that stuff behind us."

Koyama's voice sounded decisive, optimistic. The bright jewel tones were no comfort to Shige's ears. He felt like a huge, important part of himself was being left behind.

Shige smiled, or tried to, and the high points of his face hurt. He felt like he'd been running a marathon.

"Shige, will you go out with me?" Koyama asked.

"What?" Shige wasn't sure he was hearing right. That couldn't be what Koyama said because Shige was sure that he didn't want-

"Go out with me this-- No, wait, I'm working then. Sunday? Is Sunday good for you?"

"Yes," he said, feeling like he could breathe again. "Yes."

"Okay."

"Yes. Good."

Shige smiled and Koyama smiled back.

Glee!

thawrecka — Fri, 16 Feb 2007 11:58:47 GMT

* This makes me think of Prince of Tennis and this makes me think of almost every other Japanese series I've ever followed.

* I have so much energy! Somehow, it's like working hard for 8 hour days woke up my body. I feel like I could stay awake for ages, like I could get so much done. It's fabulous.

* Just before I left the guy I was reporting to at the filing job said, "You're the best person we've had for a while. No, I think you're the best person at this we've ever had." OMG that made me feel awesome to hear. Even if it's only filing!

* Tezuka/Fuji, set at some unspecified future date, and I dedicate this to mari_yagami because I ♥ her muchly (it's what we talked about, and it's not quite how I wanted, but it'll do), A Fine Walk in the Late Afternoon

The afternoon was beginning to shade into night as they set off for the day. The air was alive with the sounds of people packing up around them, the heavy flat sounds of doors closing.

With the years Tezuka had grown awkwardly tall, and Fuji put a helpful hand on Tezuka's back to nudge him forward as Tezuka fit under the doorway and moved outside. Fuji let his hand slide down to the small of Tezuka's back and left it there. Tezuka didn't even register the warm presence on his back until they neared the gates. It occured to him that this wasn't the first time this had happened, nor would it likely be the last. Tezuka couldn't remember the first instance of such casual physical contact, but had the feeling it had been occuring with increasing frequency since junior high.

Tezuka said nothing.

Fuji's hand drifted away, finally, as they quietly walked up the street. Soon Fuji would turn left and Tezuka would turn right but there was something comfortable and familiar about this quiet togetherness that Tezuka greatly appreciated.

Fuji gave the gift of a warm smile and a pleasant goodbye as they went their seperate ways. Somehow, it felt that they were really only moving closer together.

thawrecka — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 10:34:23 GMT

Typical me, I say I don't want to write something and then I end up writing it just a few days later.

Hiyoshi/Gakuto, a story of smoochies, ficlet

The wall was a comfortable presence at his back, the day was warm and Gakuto wasn't feeling sure how he ended up here, being kissed by Hiyoshi.

Well, he did kinda know. He did notice the part where Hiyoshi crowded him against the wall and kissed him. He still felt confused as to how they got here, kissing, slow and nice.

And it was a nice kiss, not too wet, not too much tongue. Gakuto didn't really like too much tongue kissing because it was kind of slimy and gross and half the time felt like a slug had moved into your mouth. Not this, though, the electric slide of Hiyoshi's tongue across Gakuto's lower lip, the movement across his soft palate that tickled in just the right way. Not too much spit.

Hiyoshi was surprisingly smooth, kissing kind of like people in cool American movies, the way their mouths rubbed just the right way. Hiyoshi's hand brushed the back of Gakuto's neck in a way that made his brain want to short out.

Gakuto had never thought Hiyoshi was sexy before. He'd liked him and all but he wasn't the kind of guy the girls they knew at school got blushy over or anything. But Hiyoshi was kind of hot. Had a nice mouth. Nice hands.

Hiyoshi pulled back, far enough that Gakuto couldn't feel his breath or anything anymore.

Right here, in broad daylight, where anyone could turn and find them if they looked, Gakuto said, smirking, "Wanna go again?"

thawrecka — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 04:47:55 GMT

I finally found my writing notebook. Yahey! If you're happy and you know it post some fic~.

Prince of Tennis: untitled Taka/Fuji ficlet

It was a lovely Autumn day, the sky blue and bright, the wind just strong enough to land a leaf in Fuji's hair. Taka plucked the leaf out of Fuji's hair then moved the hair behind Fuji's ear. Fuji's skin was warm and soft under Taka's hand as it moved to rest on Fuji's cheek.

"Fujiko-chan," he breathed and leant in to kiss him.

Just a brief, firm press of lips to lips and then he moved back.

"Taka-san," Fuji said in a roughened voice, then cleared his throat. He looked at his hand on Taka's shoulder as if just realising it was there.

"Your skin is so soft," Taka whispered, rubbing his thumb down over the curve of Fuji's cheekbone.

They moved in to kiss again, longer this time, until the kiss left Taka dizzy and gasping for air.

Noir: Mad Hat, Chloe gen, mood piece, spoilers for everything

There can be no tea parties anymore. The girl of the moment is impaled upon her own fork, soft in the center like cake, the blood in the wound oozing out like strawberry jam. There can be no more dancing teaspoons through nimble fingers, nor the pleasant warmth of milk.

There will no longer be the smell of Altena's hands to welcome her home, baby powder and ink, nor their strength against her back. No more the vaguely metalic taste of tea from a tin.

She had wanted to bring Kirika home with her trial of bread crumbs. That night in the moonlight, against the clink of tea cups, she had looked into Kirika's eyes and was sure she would return to where she belonged, that the other woman was too old and joyless to keep her forever. And Kirika had come home, lay beside her, quiet and still. Said nothing as Kirika drew her close. More nothing as Kirika kissed her in the water, trying to bind her, mouth to mouth.

It hurts now. Kirika is moving and vibrant for that other, and now Chloe is the odd one out, dying in the midday sun as the others dance like fire.

No tea parties anymore, no...

thawrecka — Fri, 17 Nov 2006 04:05:39 GMT

Let's play another round of Tha Wrecka can't write proper length stories anymore so settles for posting crappy ficlets instead!

An Eiji in Motion

Eiji is only truly himself in motion. Spends classes fidgeting in his chair, waiting for the lesson to be over, until the teacher hisses at him to sit still. Tap-tap-taps his foot to the beat he's making up in his head until Fuji grabs his leg to hold his foot down.

Eiji likes when he gets to stand up again, wants to stretch until he can feel all the muscles in his arms and bend back as far as his body will let him go. Tenses all the muscles in his legs just to feel the burn.

He likes touching people, holding people, feeling the movements in their bodies like they were his own. The movement of laughter in a broad chest, the twist of a neck as they turn away from him.

He dreams sometimes of forced stillness, of being quiet and numb and breathless. Wakes up weighed down by pillows and sheets. Has to remember he knows how to move after all.

untitled terribly affected Oishi/Tezuka-ish teeny tiny ficlet

"Oishi," Tezuka says, breathes a whole universe of life into one word.

Their hands, warm and damp, holding, fitting together like oiled screws. The slight smell of perspiration. The red heat of the sun. The rough sound of breathing like a rushing wave, threatening to pull them under.

They look at each other and move.

The incident with the violet eyeshadow and lingerie, all waxrose's fault I swear

Due to lots of studying and practicing and manly repression, as well as other important Tezuka-ish things, Tezuka was feeling a little sleepy. He'd hidden himself in the locker room for a tiny little nap, reasoning that nobody went in there at that time of the day and no harm could possibly come of it.

Little did he know that Kikumaru and Fuji were around the corner.

The screaming when he woke up could be heard all the way to rival schools.

Tezuka didn't want to know why his teammates carried ugly makeup and women's lingerie with them. He didn't want to know why they thought he'd look good in them. He did, however, want to do great violence to Fuji's camera and whoever helped him post the pictures up throughout the school.

thawrecka — Thu, 09 Nov 2006 02:32:38 GMT

Mathom-y bits and pieces.

untitled ficlet, Atobe/Tezuka-ish
Tezuka had no idea what he was doing, why he was here. He had no idea why he was sitting in Atobe's bedroom, his palms slightly sweaty against the material of Atobe's all too expensive duvet. He had no idea why he'd followed Atobe home after bumping into him, just because the other had asked.

"I'm just going to slip into something more comfortable," Atobe said in his low and intense voice and sauntered off somewhere to change.

Tezuka's eyes were so wide behind his glasses he felt sure they must be perfectly round. He contemplated running away while Atobe wasn't watching him but couldn't get his body to move. Instead, he dug his hands harder into the material and tried to breathe as deeply as possible.

Atobe reentered the room wearing... a polo shirt and shorts. And then he picked up his tennis racket.

Tezuka blinked. "You want to play tennis with me?"

"Well, yes. What else could I have possibly asked you here for?"

"I have no idea." Tezuka exhaled, relaxed a little and finally stood up. Somehow he felt like this was all Inui and Kikumaru's fault.

Birthday Wishes, Fuji/Taka
Fuji blew out the candles on his extra hot and spicy birthday cake and smiled, gently.

"Make a wish!" Eiji yelled out.

"I can't imagine what I want that I don't already have," Fuji replied.

Eiji snorted in disbelief.

"All right, then. I'll make a wish," Fuji said, and winked. "But it's a secret!"

"Aw, no fair!" Eiji complained.

"Eiji, not so loud," Oishi said.

Fuji turned to his left once Eiji was suitably distracted. "Thank you for the cake, Taka-san."

"It was no trouble," he replied, blushing.

"It must have taken an awfully long time to bake. And you did it all by yourself," Fuji put a companionable hand on Taka's forearm.

"I got my dad to help me," Taka replied, bashfully.

*****

Later, when Eiji stumbled on to Fuji and Taka enthusiastically making out in one of the hallways Fuji would only say that he was properly thanking Taka for the cake.

BtVS, gen, Birthday Girl, semi-sequel to Not Real
For a long time, Dawn's favourite birthday memory was of the year she turned seven. Mom and dad were still together then and Buffy hadn't gone totally weird yet. They all went out to Dawn's favourite burger place and she had a cheeseburger and fries and there was icecream cake. She got a new bicycle. She remembers her parents smiling warmly at her over the cake and Buffy trying to steal her coke.

This is her first birthday since they left Sunnydale and Dawn thinks it may well be her new favourite.

Giles is wearing a silly pink and purple paper hat that Andrew forced on him earlier. Buffy is actually laughing at whatever thing Giles is saying in his dry and really British voice (or possibly just at his hat).

Willow's on the phone from South America saying, "Happy birthday, Dawnie!" over the crackle, their voices overlapping and coming slowly over the long distance. Xander called earlier but couldn't talk long because he had to go do some really important thing.

It's not the most exciting party ever, sure, but it's nice. Nice to be with people she cares about, nice to make some real memories, nice to feel special just for a day.

Hikaro no Go fic

thawrecka — Thu, 25 May 2006 09:43:59 GMT

Title: Rivals!!!
Author: Tha Wrecka (scorpionightmare@yahoo.com)
Warnings: Saeki/Ashiwara, 85 words, silliness

Saeki was thrown off enough by Ashiwara manhandling him and dragging him out of the building that he didn't notice when Ashiwara was going in for the kiss. He was shocked by the momentary press of a soft, wet mouth against his own, too much so to formulate a response straightaway.

He blinked, befuddled, for moments.

"Ashiwara," he began, taking a moment to compose himself. "We're supposed to be rivals. Rivals don't kiss."

"Really?" Ashiwara responded, in a sing-song voice. "Then tell that to Akira-kun~!"

Perilous Quest, 1/1, PG

thawrecka — Sat, 25 Feb 2006 13:43:09 GMT

Title: Perilous Quest
Fandom: Get Backers
Warnings: sort of Kazuki/Juubei but not really, complete lack of spoilers

Juubei got to his feet and stood like a proud warrior. "We'll meet again someday," he said as he reached the door.

The light filtered dramatically through the open doorway, illuminating his heroic form.

Kazuki brought his hand up to his face in horror. "Juubei, you're just going out to buy milk."

"It will be a perilous quest..."

"If you're just going to get lost I'll go with you, Juubei," Kazuki said, exasperated.

Ficpost: The Mission, 1/1, Sakura/Lee

thawrecka — Wed, 21 Dec 2005 10:58:55 GMT

Title: The Mission
Author: Tha Wrecka (scorpionightmare@yahoo.com)
Summary: When Sakura finds herself attracted to Lee she decides something has to be done about it.
Fandom: Naruto
Spoilers and Warnings: I have no idea when this is set but it is post time-skip. Also, Sakura/Lee.
Notes: Name of the coffee shop is entirely thanks to the CFUD OOC IRC channel and especially the_grim_wombat. Betaed by i_smile.

Go Read it!

CFUD Ficlet: Blood and Tea 1/1

thawrecka — Sun, 18 Dec 2005 06:40:33 GMT

I, uh, sorta wrote fanfic based on CFUD. Um. Yes, wasn't planning to but, Blood and Tea

Hakkai is so very civilised, the most civilised killer Ishida has ever spoken to. It should be restful to look upon his dark floppy hair, that gentle smile, the monocle (but the eye rolls around awkwardly beneath the glass and there is something wrong with his smile).

Hakkai politely drinks his tea and makes conversation about the weather with long meaningful silences. Somehow conversations with Hakkai make the weather as filled with doom as conversations about demons. They do not speak of family.

Hakkai has healed completely already. Ishida is still sore and awkward, far too used to (being drenched in blood) the hot taste of his own blood at the back of his throat. It no longer makes the tea taste strange to him.

Ishida should be afraid of Hakkai, he's seen the (demon) man fight, his strength and speed and violent instinct, but he's not afraid, exactly. He doesn't know why he keeps talking to him, why he's drawn to Hakkai when they're every conversation is like digging into a wound.

Ishida coughs politely. "What did it feel like?" he asks.

Hakkai gives him a most unpleasant smile.

My job rules! Also, Naruto ficlet

thawrecka — Tue, 29 Nov 2005 10:32:17 GMT

*La, la, continued pimpage: sakulee (I am going to be obnoxious about this).

*Fremantle is stunning to look at in the mornings. When the train comes into the station the view of the harbour is just so wow - it has this strange industrial beauty and the water sparkles so blue.

*By the way? I love my job.

*I've been getting so much writing done. I write in my notebook on the train to work, I write at lunchtimes at a table at Merchant Tea Company with a cup of coffee and then I write in the train on the way home. The way I'm going? I may even finish a story in the next 2 weeks which, considering my record, pretty special.

*Ficlet-y thing I wrote on the way home:

Here Gaara can bury his feet up to the ankle in sand and nobody bats an eye. The wet sand squelches between his toes, strange and fascinating.

Temari pulls up her skirt and runs about in the water, then splashes Kankuro. He sputters for a moment, then it's on, serious water fight.

Gaara listens to them laughing and shrieking from the beach.

Here they play like normal children, not killers.

Noir Ficlet - Towards the center; Kirika/Mirielle

thawrecka — Fri, 25 Nov 2005 12:08:37 GMT

Title: Towards the Center
Fandom: Noir
Spoilers and Warnings: Post-series, Kirika/Mirielle, short.

They still sleep faced away from each other.

Kirika tried, once, to sleep curled up against Mirielle's back. Mirielle woke in the middle of the night, drowning in the covers, gasping for air.

"I can't breathe," she said and went to the kitchen for a glass of water, didn't come back for an hour.

Kirika rolled onto her back and lay awake the whole night.

Sometimes Mirielle would let Kirika kiss her, but when Kirika pressed too close she'd move away. Like being held at arms length.

Sometimes, though, Mirielle grabs Kirika's hand and looks at her with a wild look. "I chose you," she says then, over and over.

She'll rub her thumb hard over Kirika's hand to stop her from pulling away.

When Mirielle does that to her Kirika can understand wanting to pull away. She understands wanting to run until this tricky, hammering feeling in her chest goes away.

Slowly, they are meeting in the middle. Slowly.