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I am DETERMINED to learn to write SHORT, so I'm jumping on the meme bandwagon briefly. (sweatdrop) no guarantees on how quickly I'll write any of these, and what you get may be chibivision or other massively cracked out insanity, but...


--Pick any fandom I'm familiar with (ANY fandom - anime, books, movies, TV, just toss an idea at me and I'll let you know if I haven't heard of it, though I'll admit to having huge gaping holes in my TV and movie knowledge in particular). Or cross something over. I don't care. (If I don't know the series/series-es being asked for I'll ask you for another prompt.)
--Give me a character or pairing (or two or three or a collection)
--Give me some kind of topic or prompt or bunnystarter
--I'll write something that is GOSH DARN WELL GONNA BE UNDER THE LENGTH OF ONE COMMENT POST even if I have to hack it off at the knees.
--One per requester (though you obviously get another request if I can't write your first one).
--Max. cap. 25 just 'cause it's a nice handy number.

[goes to hide briefly, wondering what she's just gotten herself into]




Finished on 1/29:

#1 - for Askerian - Kakashi, Sasuke, and fatherhood

#2 - for Swtjemz - Naruto, Sasuke, and fireworks

#3 - for Bard_Linn - Cloud, Zack, Sephiroth, and what if Cloud had made it into Soldier

#4 - for Lazulisong - Neko-Cain!

#5 - for Sesshiyuki - Gaara, Lee, and beliefs

#6 - for Darksea - Cloud, Aeris, Zack, and after Cloud's allowed to die for the last time

#7 - for Lumivalkea - Ichigo and Ishida

#8 - for Thewriter0 - Rude, Reno, and hot brown sugar (rated, if not R, definitely F for frisky! ^^;;;;)

#9 - for Naatz - Ino, Sasuke, and urgency

Finished on 1/30:

#10 - for Evilsimon - Zack and shiny things

#11 - for Jrufirefly - Zack, Cloud, Sephiroth, and hair brushes

Finished on 2/5:

#12 - for Ciceqi - Zack, Sephiroth, and uniforms. And what they were smoking, and why he never wears ribbons, and getting them out of uniforms, and, er, massive critical core dump on the attempt to write short thing. Um. Anyway! ^^;;

Finished on 2/11:

#13 - for Toriko_ame - Kakashi and Iruka shopping for baby clothes

#14 - for Majochan - FFVII - Zack, Sephiroth, Aeris, and Cloud playing I've Never

#15 - for Wolfpilot06 - Zack shopping for clothes for Cloud

#16 - for Ickaimp - Hyuuga staring contest

Finished on 2/13:

#17 - for Mnata - Pregnant Iruka and Dr. Hatori from Furuba

#18 - for Firedraygon97 - If Zack had lived instead glee! this one was like 300 characters over and stripping the formatting and some dialogue made it fit!

#19 - for Lanerose - Sephiroth getting chewed on by a chocobo

#20 - for Maldaeien - Itachi and Macarena no Jutsu

Finished on 2/19:
#21 - for Icedark_elf - Sephiroth, Zack, and Cloud and h/c

[Coming back to the Sailor Starlight triplets one just 'cause that's STILL making my brain go squerp but not in the right way...]

Finished on 3/27: the last 3
#23 - for Vaysh - Rufus and Tseng, silver and glass

#24 - for Mako - Kakashi, Iruka, goldfish, and/or age

#25 - for Kitty - Shika/Cho, butterfly molestation




And the fic thread is breeding baby fics! ...Descendant fics? ...Anyway, more fics! ^___^

From Bard Linn: Calling All Heroes (also at her journal!

From Icedark_elf: I Never...

Also from Bard Linn: Uniforms! (swear that plotbunny has FANGS THE SIZE OF RHODE ISLAND...)







And artstuff! For one that hasn't even been written yet no less!
Sailor Hedgehog aka Zack! by Mirroredsakura

...so running off to pimp at Lazulisong now...


ETA:
I'm going to try hard to answer comments after I get all 25 of them written -- I've never had this many comments on a thread before and I keep looking at it and going EEEEEP OMG FLAILPANIC. I loooooove comments but I feel obsessively compelled to answer each and every last one at least once and that would turn this into like a 300 comment thread and OMG FLAILPANIC. Er. Must class prep. More fic soon, comments after, honest injun! (dash!) Almost almost done! Going to do the flying try-to-answer-stuff once I get these guys posted and linked and stuff...

ETA jr: auuuugh treading water, am going to try to get something replied at least to the requesters' comments and then go get foooooooooood...

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From:askerian
Date:January 29th, 2006 11:51 am (UTC)
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OHOHOHOHOHOHO.

... Any fandom, you sure? *^___^*

Damn it I want Sasuke and Itachi. But that would probably end up either ooc or evil. *ponderponderponder*

Sasuke and Kakashi, on being a father? *rolls over* any universe you want -- from the series before timeskip, from one of your fics or one of Kitty's or one of mine, even. XD (hell, even post-timeskip if you can manage that.)
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:January 29th, 2006 12:16 pm (UTC)
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#1 - Kakashi and Sasuke and parenthood

"...And you're asking ME?" Kakashi said, blinking.

Sasuke kicked a rock off the edge of the bridge, scowling. "It's not like I know anybody else who grew up with the Sharingan."

That wasn't technically true, of course, but Kakashi's sense of romp-and-pounce was being temporarily subdued by his sense of mercy -- bringing up Itachi when the boy was asking a serious question was not high on his list of ways to maintain the fragile balance they held.

And it was also tempered by astonishment that Uchiha Sasuke would ask HIM for advice on what fathers were supposed to do. Him of all people. Why hadn't he asked Iruka instead? Iruka had parental instincts in abundance. If Iruka could have come up with a way to bundle up and sell parental instincts, in fact, Kakashi wouldn't have to worry about supplementing his Icha Icha Paradise pocket money for the rest of his life...

...but then, chances were good that Sasuke looked at Iruka much the same way Kakashi did: in astonishment that anyone could live like that, so openly and so emotionally and so eager to give and love and get himself hurt, and with no idea how to even begin to imitate that. So maybe Kakashi was the father-figure Sasuke could imagine himself growing into.

...Which was in itself both terribly humbling and a little terrifying. He'd never thought of himself as fatherly, really. Uncle-ish, sure. Wind the kids up and let them run and make sure nobody ends up dead and they'll work the rest of it out, but someone else was supposed to be responsible for kissing the boo-boos and tucking them in at night.

Only that hands-off rough-housing they're-tough-they-can-handle-it theory certainly hadn't worked when he'd tried it on Sasuke himself.

Seriously, what was the boy thinking? Surely he remembered just as clearly as Kakashi did how Kakashi had failed him, failed to keep him from nearly destroying his own life; he was hardly optimal father material...

"I don't know," Kakashi said. "I'd been hoping to ask you what you thought about this whole fathering thing." So that I don't do it again. So that my kid never has to go through what you did, or even what I did, or...

"Ha ha, very funny," Sasuke muttered. "Never mind."

...it just figures that the one time I'm NOT jerking his chain... Kakashi sighed, and leaned on the edge of the bridge railing beside him. "Neither of us really had fabulous family models to learn from, you know," he said. "I'm really hoping I can cheat. That's one thing the Sharingan's good for, anyway."

"...Cheat? How?"

"Watching the people who know how to love and can actually talk about it. And then doing what they do. Something like that. --Hell, if nothing else, Iruka's a teacher, Sakura's still got parents, maybe we could sign ourselves up for some tutoring or something."

"I'm being serious, you asshole."

"So am I," Kakashi said, staring out at the water.

"...Oh." Sasuke hesitated for a moment, still staring at him, and then looked down at the water too. "Really?"

"Seems like a better idea than stumbling around trying to be the big stern guy in charge and pretending to know things you don't because you're expected to and making the kid think you don't give a damn about him unless he lives up to your expectations," Kakashi said. "Not that either of us would know anything about that, of course."

Sasuke kicked another rock into the water. "Sakura's parents are..." He stopped, and then said, "Do you think Iruka-sensei would mind?"

"I think he'd be delighted."

"...Okay. ...Good."
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From:swtjemz
Date:January 29th, 2006 11:55 am (UTC)
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Naruto - Sasuke/Naruto - firecrackers on the Lunar New Year
Prince of Tennis - Tezuka/Fuji - Chocolate bunnies
Naruto - Kakashi/Iruka - Merits of Ramen and why Naruto shouldn't eat so much Ramen.


errr...my mind is completely blank....so this the best I can come up with.

Happy Lunar New Year!!!!
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:January 29th, 2006 12:27 pm (UTC)
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#2 - Sasuke, Naruto, and firecrackers

"Come ONNNN! We're gonna be LAAAATE!" Naruto wailed, dragging him by the wrist.

"I'm surprised you're getting this worked up over something that's not ramen, dobe."

Naruto rolled his eyes. "They're firecrackers, asshole, they don't do them every day. They only do them on special occasions, and this one's a party I'm allowed to go to even. Or at least not going to be kicked at and spat on for trying to watch. --Come ONNNNN..."

Probably the only thing keeping Naruto from trying to throw him over his shoulder in order to run up a tree with him was the knowledge that if they got to sparring, they'd miss the whole event. Sasuke let his feet drag a little as Naruto pulled him along, walking up the trunk of one of the highest trees in the forest, but he didn't let himself drop away from the trunk or stick his soles under a branch and hang on. Puffing a little with exertion and excitement both, Naruto plonked down on one of the top branches and tied a couple others back with a piece of ninwire and pointed east. "Okay, shut up!"

"...It's not like the firecrackers are going to hear us, dobe."

"...asshole."

The fireworks began slowly, one or two at a time, chrysanthemum-bursts of gold and green and crimson fire in the sky; Naruto made little noises of delight and surprise every time one of them burst, or the colors faded through two or three others before they went out.

Really, Sasuke didn't understand why people got so excited over fireworks anyway. They only happened a few times a year. Naruto, though, was there exploding all over people's lives like a bright sparkling starburst every single day, and they ignored him and spat on him... and they gasped in awe at the fireworks.

Fireworks were definitely overrated. Sasuke turned his back on them, and decided to watch the much brighter expressions that danced across Naruto's face in the moonlight.
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From:bard_linn
Date:January 29th, 2006 11:57 am (UTC)
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I WONDER WHO I SHOULD PICK.

Cloud, Zack and Sephiroth. FFVII (duh) Theoretical-what-if-Cloud-had-gotten-into-SOLDIER-celebration, preferably your universe. *loves on chibirisuchan*
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:January 29th, 2006 01:59 pm (UTC)
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Not only overran the length limit but posted in the wrong darn spot! @_@ Failure twice, sigh...

#3 - The guys and the SOLDIER celebration

Half the platoon had fit itself into Cloud's dorm room somehow, and most of them were drunk enough that they were only remaining upright by the sheer press of bodies inside. The volume of the music seemed to be causing the entire crowd to sway with the bass beat.

Sephiroth had literally fled -- out the window, in fact -- more than an hour earlier, and he was sitting in the alley between the two barracks buildings, staring up at the underside of the plate and the haze of the artificial lighting through the perpetual smog of Midgar. Zack stayed by the window, partially to have a chance at alcohol-free air, and partially to keep an eye on Sephiroth. Every so often he'd climbed out to join him, only to be called back in by some drunken recruit who needed his opinion on something -- or in one case by a laughing-but-desperate Cloud, who didn't want his partymates to strip him and try his new Soldier uniform on him right there on the spot. But eventually Cloud managed to make his escape onto one of the top bunks, and he was good enough at keeping the much-abused squadron karaoke machine playing that they left him in relative peace to adjust the partially-shorted wires and carefully tap the lid when the CD stuck and so forth.

As long as Cloud wasn't in imminent danger of being molested, Zack felt safe enough to hop back out the window and sit in the dust beside his commanding officer, whose eyes were focused a thousand miles away.

"Thank you," Zack said.

"I still think he should never have been admitted," Sephiroth murmured. "I take no responsibility for what it will do to him." Except, of course, that his voice said that he had already taken that responsibility despite himself, and the taste of it was as bitter and filthy as the grime on the windows.

"I know," Zack said, answering what he hadn't said more than what he had. "But he wanted it so very badly. He wanted so much to be like you. He's so happy to be like you, like us--"

"He is a child, and a fool, and it sickens me to think that his admiration for a figurehead and a puppet will be his death."

...And the General hadn't even been drinking. Zack reached up and shut the window, because everything in Midgar got too dirty to see through in a matter of hours, and then he put both arms around his leader, his friend, his brother in all but blood. Zack buried his face in the untarnished shine of his hair and breathed in the scent of oiled steel and leather and old, old blood, as though somehow he could meld their lives together if he just pressed close enough, or could share the weight of the responsibility that Shinra had laid on their experiment's inhumanly strong but far too humanly fragile shoulders.

"It's his own life," Zack murmured. "He was given a choice, and he chose to offer it to you. To what you stand for. It's not his fault that he's so young. --And it's not your fault that he loves you so much."

"It doesn't have to be my fault to be my responsibility. --This is why I was told never to care for those beneath my command..."

"And the asshole who told you that ought to be court-martialed for crimes against humanity," Zack said. "He's stronger than he looks. He wants so much to impress us -- he'll try harder than anyone to stay alive, to stay whole, to do things right, so that we'll be proud of him. Trust him to stay alive."

Sephiroth didn't reply, but reached up and twined his fingers through Zack's, hard enough that he would likely have crushed bones if he'd been anyone else.

Sometimes, Zack was really, really glad of what that sick vivisectionist had done to the Soldiers, if it meant being strong enough to be there without flinching when Sephiroth needed someone to hold on to.
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From:lazulisong
Date:January 29th, 2006 12:03 pm (UTC)
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>3

Riff/Cain or cast antics, as far as antics go in that damn series. Everybody going GOD YOU ARE SUCH A CAT at Cain or something.
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:January 29th, 2006 02:08 pm (UTC)
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#4 - Neko!Cain! (DETERMINED to learn to write short...)

The first time they had tea together, Merry watched in sheer astonishment as Riff prepared a cup of tea for her brother.

...Well, the word "tea" was being applied loosely in his case. Riff poured cream and sugar into a cup, then added what couldn't be more than a couple of tablespoonsful of tea and stirred it before setting it down in front of him.

"This house," she announced, "is full of freaks."

"So glad you could join us, then," Cain replied crisply, and did pick up his cup, although Merry had been more than half expecting him to bury his nose in it and lap.

From the fragrance that had been wafting out of the teapot, Merry had originally thought that the tea was mint. Watching as her brother's golden eyes glazed over and listening to him rumble in the back of his throat as his fingers kneaded against the lace tablecloth, she remembered with a sinking feeling that catnip WAS part of the mint family, after all...
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From:sesshiyuki
Date:January 29th, 2006 12:08 pm (UTC)
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*panics, brain goes into overload*

Love Mode antics: Naoya, Keichi, and Aoe. Maybe teasing Naoya.

=D If you don't mind.
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:January 29th, 2006 12:36 pm (UTC)
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(sweatdrop) it's been soooooo long since I read Love Mode that I don't even remember who the names go with! Have you got any other suggestions maybe?
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From:darksea
Date:January 29th, 2006 12:15 pm (UTC)
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Now I have to delurk. Ah well.

bard_linn has the best idea but... Huh. FFVII, Cloud/Zack/Aeris, when Cloud is finally allowed to die and stay dead.
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From:bard_linn
Date:January 29th, 2006 12:18 pm (UTC)
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YAY! Mind, I thought about requesting that bunny with OT3 too, but you requested it which means we get to see both!

Nothing like fic opportunity to drag out lurkers. ;)
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From:rain_of_mind
Date:January 29th, 2006 12:22 pm (UTC)
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Not gonna request FF7 for a change... Do you know Bleach? If so, how about some IchigoxIshida? XDDD

If you don't know that one, I'll find something else...
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:January 29th, 2006 06:14 pm (UTC)
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#7 - Ichigo and Ishida (the x depends on what you read between the lines, though I wouldn't be surprised if your icon is one of Ichigo's favorite ways of cutting off Ishida's clothing rants...)

"Black," Ishida said, "is the lazy man's way out of fashion. White takes effort. Ironing. Cleaning. Folding. Basic, essential maintenance."

"Yeah, I noticed you were high maintenance quite a while ago," Ichigo drawled lazily, and toed at the hakama he'd dropped on the floor. "Me, I'm a low maintenance kind of guy."

"What you are is an indolent, undisciplined, power-giddy--"

"Slob?" Ichigo suggested, fighting back the urge to grin. Ishida was so much fun to wind up about clothes...

"Slob works," Ishida said, panting with vexation. "Slob is a beginning. Just a beginning. You wear medieval pajamas on your way to save the world. Surely you can take more pride in both your appearance and your purpose than that--"

"Are you telling me," Ichigo interrupted, incredulous, "that you have a grudge against the shinigami because you don't like their fashion sense?"

"I -- I --" Ishida stopped abruptly, pushed up his lenses with one fingertip, and said, "I'm leaving."

Ichigo might have tried to stop him, because this was way the hell too much teasing ammunition to let escape unscathed, but he was laughing so hard he missed his grab for the Quincy's stupid white cape thing. He thumped a hand weakly on the floor and went back to howling with glee.
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:January 29th, 2006 07:26 pm (UTC)
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#8 - Hot brown sugar (probably rated R! @_@)

Despite the fact that it was the Shinra holiday party and they were all on duty, Reno had the kind of glint in his eye that said he was Up To Something.

Reno nearly always had that sort of glint in his eye; even Elena had stopped flinching at it by now -- stopped flinching and started thumbing over the safety on her revolver, that was, which went to show the girl had the right instincts for the job after all. But since it was a party where they were there to try to prevent scenes, the other Turks were at an automatic disadvantage against Reno, who was usually a walking scene all by himself.

"He's your partner," Tseng reminded Rude, not without an undercurrent of pity in his calm voice. Pity, however, was another of those words that weren't really in Reno's vocabulary, along with 'restraint,' 'foresight,' 'enough,' 'stop that,' and 'no.'

The kid had quite an extraordinary vocabulary in other areas, of course -- particularly profane ones, as well as the names for alcohol and an assortment of drugs and weapons in several languages. All of which served him well in his capacity as a walking scene, or as a breaker of heads under the plate, but not so well at a celebrity-studded party. Not that Reno cared what did or didn't suit a celebrity-studded party, of course... and he'd discovered the bar.

Reno whipped out his electro-mag-rod and stunned the poor hired bartender into a shaking, twitching heap on the floor with one sharp crack to the throat; then he hopped over the bar and started rummaging around.

"Do something," Tseng said.

"Got any suggestions?" Rude asked, against all hope.

"Did you bring any tranquilizer darts?" Elena muttered around her champagne.

"...damn." Rude adjusted his gloves grimly. "Okay, the old-fashioned way it is."

He didn't even make it around the end of the bar -- not because Reno zapped him, but because both of his hands were suddenly filled with bottles.

"Great timing as always, partner! Hold those," Reno said, and got into the mini-fridge and pulled out a plate of butter.

"Reno--"

"Just a sec, hold your horses--" He reclaimed one of the bottles, poured a good double-shot into a collins glass, dropped in a pat of butter, and turned his electro-mag-rod on it. Rude jumped back at the sudden rush of flames sparked from the alcohol; the butter melted into a sizzling slick atop the flaming alcohol.

"RENO--"

Reno dumped a hefty dose of cinnamon from a shaker on top of it; it put out the flames, but made a spectacular mess on the bartop, and the scorched-looking glass was still hot enough that he had to juggle it as he decanted it into something else to drink from. "Okay, plan B... got the rum, got the butter, all I need's the..."

"Reno," Rude said wearily, "what the fuck are you doing, man?"

Reno's grin was bright-eyed and blissfully malicious. "Testing a theory, yo. Hold still."

"What?"

Reno slammed the contents of the glass, but didn't swallow, and then reached over and caught Rude's face between his hands. And kissed him. With tongue. And hot rum and butter and...

Rude's knees gave out on him; he managed to land on the edge of the bar instead of on the floor, but he clutched hard enough to leave fingerprints in the cheap synthetic polyboard.

Licking his lips, Reno nodded to himself. "Yep, definitely needed my hot brown sugar. Okay, where's the whipped cream..." He went digging in the mini-fridge again, and then made a delighted yelp and cracked his head on the edge of the bar as he came out shaking a spraybottle full of his discovery. "I've heard they're even tastier with whipped cream on top."

Rude was pretty sure he didn't even want to ask, but he was being eyeballed by Tseng AND Rufus's father, and watching out for your partner was in the job description and everything, and Reno was...

...Reno was squirting whipped cream all over the front of Rude's pants.

And licking his lips.

"Oh, fuck," Rude said.

"That," Reno said with a disturbing note of delight in his voice, "would be my point exactly, yo."
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From:naatz
Date:January 29th, 2006 12:40 pm (UTC)
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Naruto, Ino/Sasuke.

Prompt, hmm. Urgence.

|Meduza|
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:January 29th, 2006 07:53 pm (UTC)
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#9 - Ino and Sasuke, Urgency

"You don't understand," she said, trying hard to be reasonable, under the circumstances. "I HAVE to name one of our kids after a pig of some sort. It's an ancient family tradition. Goes back centuries."

"Yes, well, the last time my family made a tradition of naming kids after animals, the frippin' weasel went ballistic and MURDERED THEM ALL," Sasuke replied, in what he considered quite a calm and rational voice. "That is just not the sort of family tradition I want to ENCOURAGE, oddly enough."

"Sasuke -- we've had nine whole months to work this out," she told him, panting. "Surely we can do better than this. Considering I hope to God we've got less than an hour left to decide in, or else I'm ripping your balls off and the whole point becomes moot anyway--"

"If by 'work things out' you mean 'I agree to every damn thing you say'--"

"That's not a half bad idea, you know," Ino said, and switched bodies.

So while Sasuke was trapped screaming his way through the end of her labor, she calmly borrowed his hands to fill out, sign, and thumbprint the baby's naming certificate.

Maybe she wouldn't castrate him after all; it had all worked out quite nicely once he'd made that particularly helpful suggestion. Ino decided she should make sure to keep him around as a birthing coach the next several times as well.
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From:evilsimon
Date:January 29th, 2006 12:52 pm (UTC)
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On the offhand chance that you recognise this: Mairelon the Magician; Mairelon and Kim.

Prompt: Shiny things.

...*scuttles away*
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:January 29th, 2006 01:25 pm (UTC)
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meep! Sorry, never heard of it. Any other ideas?
From:jrufirefly
Date:January 29th, 2006 01:01 pm (UTC)
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Definately asking for a z/c/s from ffvii
prompt: hair brushes

^______^
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:January 30th, 2006 08:59 pm (UTC)
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#11 - Hair brushes (too long again! @_@ but this one just demanded it...)

The sudden downpour hadn't been in the forecast, but the General was hardly going to let inclement weather get in the way of scheduled training. He kept them on the field until they were soaked, muddy, and grumbling as loudly as the thunderclouds, in order to finish the exercise -- Cloud understood that war didn't get called off like a blitzball game on account of bad weather, but on the other hand, they weren't actually at war right at the moment.

Cloud had enough faith in the General to believe the man sincerely wanted to prepare them for the realities they were facing -- that coddling them might spare a head cold or two for the moment, and create a platoon that misfired spells when thunder broke their attention or when a slip and fall in the mud jarred improperly-set materia loose. The people around him didn't sound like they were willing to give him that much credit. The fact that the General was just as wet as they were also didn't go far toward quieting their complaints; they seemed to be convinced he didn't feel cold, didn't even need to eat or breathe or sleep like the rest of them. Cloud thought about trying to correct them, since he'd seen the General eat and breathe at least, but his nose was dripping and he wouldn't present too convincing an argument when he had to stop every three seconds to sniffle.

Sephiroth stood in the rain with the other soldiers who'd lined up for the field showers, his expression just as remote and chill as the frigid rain dripping down their collars. Even Zack wasn't feeling energetic enough to try to tease him out of it.

The tradition was that they lined up by score after exercises like this, so that the prospect of a shower and food and rest was its own motivation to perform well. Cloud hadn't done all that badly in the exercise, but he found himself standing at Zack's side waiting too, for reasons he couldn't name even to himself.

By the time the rest of the squad had trudged through, Cloud was shivering all over; he tried hard to keep still, because it was embarrassing since neither Zack nor the General was showing the cold at all -- well, Zack was practicing making pathetic faces, but he wasn't visibly shivering. He'd been so busy trying to figure out how Zack was keeping himself from shivering that he yelped when the General reached over and pushed him forward by the shoulders.

"S-s-s-sir?"

"You're next," he said, in a voice that wasn't going to accept discussion even though he certainly hadn't done as well in the exercise as the General and Zack had. "Go."

Cloud saluted, and concentrated hard on not slipping in the mud as he tugged his boots off outside the shower building, because there was only so much his pride could stand.
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From:ciceqi
Date:January 29th, 2006 01:06 pm (UTC)
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Zack and Seph and...and uniforms. *hearts* Or attempting to get somebody out of a uniform. Or why a no-doubt decorated general never wears the "decorations." Or you could poke me to dig up a song or a poem or a random quote instead, if you'd prefer--I'm easy. *hearts*
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From:bard_linn
Date:January 29th, 2006 01:20 pm (UTC)
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Or why a no-doubt decorated general never wears the "decorations."

.....now I'm wondering about this. *intrigued*

You icon is love.
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From:toriko_ame
Date:January 29th, 2006 01:08 pm (UTC)
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XD; Well. Obviously I am a new to your LJ, I'm here from sesshiyuki in fact. I absolutely adore Side Effects so I was wondering...Might I have a drabble too?

#1 (if you know it that is) HP:Snape and Draco(not together romantically);
Snarky!Snape trying to give Innocent!Little Draco 'the talk'

#2 Kakashi/Iruka in the SE universe. Shopping for baby clothes.
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:February 11th, 2006 07:35 am (UTC)
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^_^;;; I know Harry Potter, but the fandom scares the bejeesus out of me and I don't really want to touch it with a ten-foot cattle prod, so here's #2:

13 for Toriko_ame - Kakashi and Iruka shopping for baby clothes

"How about camouflage?" Kakashi suggested. "I mean, we don't know whether to look for pink or blue, so camouflage is a nice neutral--"

"Camouflage is NOT a 'nice neutral' whatever the hell--"

"Of course it is!" Kakashi sounded positively indignant. "It's designed to blend into everything! That's why they call it camouflage--"

"--but not for a baby!" In desperation, Iruka reached over and grabbed the closest splash of sunny yellow he spotted. "This is neutral for a baby, Kakashi. It's not pink or blue and it's still -- still -- baby-colored."

"That," Kakashi said severely, "is not baby-colored. Not unless the baby has the worst case of jaundice in the history of--"

"It's pastel," Iruka said, struggling for reason. "Pastel is automatically baby-colored."

"Put a baby out in the middle of the forest in that and see how long it takes a wolf to find him, I dare you--"

"HATAKE KAKASHI, YOU WILL NOT TEST THAT THEORY ON OUR CHILD!"

"Of course I won't! I'm just saying that thing you're holding has nothing to do with baby-colored-ness!"

"That 'thing' is a--" Iruka stopped, and blinked at it, and then looked at the label more closely.

"...See, you don't know what that thing is either," Kakashi grumped, folding his arms and firmly ignoring the appalled saleswoman who was hovering twenty feet away and slowly inching further back.

"That can't be right," Iruka murmured, leaning harder than he meant against the shelf; Kakashi had an arm around his waist before he was even aware of moving.

"What can't be right, love?"

"This." He held up the tiny yellow flannel thing. "Newborns can't be that little. Look at the little feet. That'd mean the baby's toenails would be--" He flailed for a comparison, and then gave up and said, "a lot too tiny to expect me to trim safely, especially when the things wiggle around -- this can't be right, I can't take care of anything this size; my hands are too big. Your hands are too big. Anyone's are. Maybe we should ask Sakura-kun; she's got smaller hands -- and she's trained as a medic, in case she slips with the clippers -- right, I'll ask Sakura-kun if she--"

"Iruka," Kakashi said carefully, "what size did you think babies were?"

"They should be at least knee height," Iruka said, distressed. "I mean, just look at me; the baby ought to be knee height or so, aren't I? I've gotten so big around; there's no way the baby would be this tiny... is there...?"

Kakashi gathered Iruka into his arms and rubbed his back gently, trying to think of some tactful way to explain the difference in scale between newborn infants and the grade-schoolers Iruka was accustomed to teaching.

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From:majochan
Date:January 29th, 2006 01:18 pm (UTC)
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*delurks*
If I'm still within the 25, I'd like to request Zack/Aeris/Cloud/Sephiroth and a game of "I've Never...".^_^

If not, I'm content to stay lurking and read the wonderful FF7 fics that you produce normally.^_^

Majo
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:January 29th, 2006 01:27 pm (UTC)
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^__^;; What's "I've never"? (needing a game rules synopsis...)
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From:wolfpilot06
Date:January 29th, 2006 01:20 pm (UTC)
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Blffft!

Zack/Cloud (FFVII) - Cloud needs to get a suit of some kind (formal, chocobo, whatever), and Zack goes with him to get fitted. XD

**Wolf**
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:February 11th, 2006 08:39 am (UTC)
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It was tricky to kick Zack in the shins when you had shorter legs to begin with and were trotting alongside his longer stride as he was walking along keeping pace with the General. However, Cloud had almost mastered the rhythm to it. It involved an extra half-skip right before the kick, right when Zack was swinging the closer leg forward; he'd gotten at least half a dozen good solid kicks in already, and was stepping up the velocity in hopes of getting, if not a yelp, at least a pause in the incessant flow of humiliation.

"See, Strife here's so little and cute that all the bigger guys like to pick on him. Throwing his trainers in the pool, whipping cream everywhere, I don't even want to know what his platoon has spent on maraschino cherries already--"

--kick--

"--so I have him sleeping in my room most of the time, so he needs some clothes I can put in my closet, because I'm a lot too tall for him, and did I mention the little and cute part? He's just so irresistable I can't keep my hands to myself--"

--KICK--

"--and you know me, I never do things by halves. Clothes torn off, hickeys all over, places you wouldn't have thought you could give somebody hickeys in fact, but I'm creative that way--"

--KICK-KICK-hophop-KICK!--

"--and then there's the afterwards. Have you got any idea how hard it is to get Mako-laced sperm out of--"

"Lieutenant," Sephiroth said, sounding nearly as pained as Cloud felt. "I assume that if I simply sign the RFE, I will never have to hear you finish that sentence, correct? Give me the RFE. NOW."

One hasty scrawl later, Sephiroth had turned away with a grim swirl of black leather and silver hair, and Cloud was fairly sure that the length and speed of his stride wasn't normal even for someone that tall.

It wasn't much consolation to know that only a desperate clutch at pride was keeping the legendary General from running away from Zack, considering that Cloud's own pride had just been stomped flat and danced on for a while.

Grinning from ear to ear, Zack said, "See, I told you he'd get you some more uniforms if I asked nicely!"

Cloud choked over how precisely to demand to know what had been NICE about ANY of that little fiasco, and settled for tackling him headlong.

"Hmm. Looks like you want to break in another uniform, huh, Spike? Okay, you convinced me -- come on, let's go!" He picked Cloud up by the collar and tossed him over a shoulder, whistling merrily to himself as he headed back toward the Soldiers' dorms.
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From:ickaimp
Date:January 29th, 2006 01:36 pm (UTC)
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Naruto - Hyuuga Clan. Staring contest. mwuahahaa
Erm, failing that, I'm firmly stuck in Detective ConanCase Closed - Magic Kaito fandom. ^__^ Anything there would rule.
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From:ii_hanashi
Date:January 29th, 2006 06:59 pm (UTC)
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*flails* Haven't you written this? Years and years ago? I remember reading something similar and snickering madly.
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Date:January 29th, 2006 01:52 pm (UTC)

Because you started it....

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a Naruto(Side Effects)/Fruits Basket crossover. Pregnant!Iruka meets Hatori. Crack and Chibis allowed. :D

Why? Because seahorses are Nature's MPreg.
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Date:January 29th, 2006 01:52 pm (UTC)

Re: Because you started it....

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And to let you know who this is...


Mnata
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From:firedraygon97
Date:January 29th, 2006 01:54 pm (UTC)
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BwahahahaHA -- erm.

FFVII (game or movie)

Zack x Cloud

If Cloud was the one who died outside Midgar rather than Zack. T__T

♥ Thanks and good luck! ^^
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:February 13th, 2006 05:02 pm (UTC)
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He couldn't tell whose blood it was anymore; there was so much blood, so many bodies, so many spent bullets, but none of it changed that Cloud wasn't breathing. Had stopped breathing some time between that last onslaught of soldiers and the underside of the Plate.

He'd thought he'd had time, dammit. All the mako Hojo had pumped into both of them -- Cloud was supposed to hang on, just one more hour, just until Zack managed to drag them both to Aeris and the church and safety, and instead, he was... he'd just... given up.

"Cut it out, kid," Zack said, shaking the body that flopped like a broken toy in his hands. "Come on, Cloud, this isn't funny."

They'd been in the rain too long. It almost felt like the body was starting to cool, and that made it too damn close to real, because the kid had barely been responsive for too many days. Zack kept trying to tell himself the kid was just breathing faintly, that his heart was faint, but he had to be still hanging in there because Zack had kept his goddamn promise, damn it, he'd gotten them both out, and for Cloud to give up on him in the last goddamn hour-- that wasn't right, wasn't fair, wasn't possible, was not fucking happening.

Cloud wasn't the type of kid to just give up on him like that, not when they were so close-- Cloud believed him when he'd promised he'd get them both out, and he'd gotten them out, and he was not going to up and die that easily, not after all the shit they'd both lived through.

"Breathe, you punk," Zack said, "don't you fucking dare quit on me now!"

He clamped his mouth over Cloud's, forcing air into his lungs, shoving on his unresponsive ribcage, trying to beat his heart into a rhythm, pushing and pushing until he heard ribs crack. "...Goddamnit, Cloud, don't do this to me!"

"Zack," Aeris said, but didn't try to touch him, not just yet.

"Don't tell me to give up, babe. I don't give up." Zack shoved harder, and felt the ribcage give, and he swore hot and thick as the blood in his throat. "Aeris, babe, please. Do something. Help him. I think I just fucked him up worse, I--"

"Zack," she said, and there were tears in her voice; he'd gone and put them there.

"Dammit. I'm sorry, honey, I'm just -- I'm scared. Please. Please help him --I got him all the way here but I'm so fucked up myself -- if they hadn't broken my damn leg I'd have been here hours ago -- it's my fault we didn't get here sooner, I know that, I should've moved faster, but--"

"Zack," she said, and touched his shoulder gently, "it's not your fault at all. It was never your fault."

"Fix him," he said, and took her wrist more harshly than he'd meant to, because she cried out; he tried to loosen his grip, but shoved her hand flat against Cloud's too-still chest. "Fix him first, I'll be okay once you fix him--"

She smoothed the boy's bloodied hair back from his pale face, and her hands glowed green with power; the bullet hole that had taken off half his cheekbone knitted itself together as though it had never been, and the holes in his shoulder and his chest, and Zack nodded desperately and scrubbed a hand across his face. He shouldn't have bothered, shouldn't have panicked when he thought the kid wasn't breathing, he probably just broke things Aeris was going to have to fix now--

--except she'd turned away and touched both glowing hands to Zack's temples, and he was pretty sure that wasn't right.

"Aeris--"

"That's all I can do for him," she said, and there were still tears on her face even though she was trying so damn hard to smile. "Remember him like this, all right? Remember him whole, as though he's just sleeping. And don't blame yourself."

"Aeris, babe, he's still messed up; don't waste what you've got on me--"

"You need to heal, Zack," she whispered, and the world was slipping away too fast; she was putting him under, dammit. "Right now you need to live, and heal. You can tell him goodbye later, when you can handle it."

"When I can handle what?" he slurred; this was worse than being drunk, there was no control left. "Aeris--"

"I'll tell you later, after you can let yourself remember," she said, and kissed him as the world dropped away.
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From:lanerose
Date:January 29th, 2006 02:18 pm (UTC)
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FFVII ~ game, movie, whatever you'd like to include

Zack, Seph, and Cloud

Chocobo nibbling on Seph's hair (Cloud can be used as the chocobo in question if you're feeling so inclined, but I was aiming for the real ones when I realized how funny it could be the other way XD)

... and you have undying love for volunteering to do this. ^_____^
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From:bard_linn
Date:January 29th, 2006 02:20 pm (UTC)
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Raven chew on Cloud's hair while Cloud's chocobo chews on Seph? *SNICKER*
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From:maldaeien
Date:January 29th, 2006 02:38 pm (UTC)
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:o! 41 posts! Massacre! Massacre!
If you are up to (And have survived the past requests), would you be up to write a small fic about Itachi performing a deadly secretly technique named "Macarena no Jutsu"? (>_> Yup, that old good song of "Baila tu cuerpo alegría Macarena!" in which you had to do a combo of arm movements before jumping to the side *hopefully you might be one of the people who were not exposed to its horrible side effects*).
It's silly, but it's an idea which has been stuck within me for days.
*snuggles madly*

Maldy
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:February 13th, 2006 09:06 pm (UTC)
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"Finally," Orochimaru said, rubbing his pale, bony hands together as Kabuto put the secret tape into the VCR. The dozens of Sound spies who'd died at the hands of the Akatsuki had been worth something after all. He leaned forward, enraptured by the thought that the elusive ultimate jutsu of the Uchiha clan was about to be revealed...

...Snakes didn't need to blink often, but Orochimaru found himself doing quite a bit of it in just the first thirty seconds of video.

Hand gestures he was used to. Sharp objects, certainly. Drugs, poisons, chemicals, wires, you name it, he'd probably invented a few. But this... this... whatever this was, with the hip-thrusting and the thing he was doing with his arms and...

"Kabuto," Orochimaru hissed. "What IS this?"

Kabuto looked at him with an expression of are you stupid or something? that would have gotten anyone else killed on sight; he adjusted his glasses carefully, and said, "You asked our spies to give their lives to bring you Uchiha Itachi's most secret jutsu."

"I wanted MASCARA no jutsu, you imbecile! MASCARA no jutsu! It was going to save me a fortune in cosmetic costs! What the hell am I supposed to do with MACARENA no jutsu?"
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From:icedark_elf
Date:January 29th, 2006 03:21 pm (UTC)
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*blinks* I have no idea if you have gotten your man number or not. If you haven't, might I request a fic? If so, oh, better luck to me next time. *grins*

So many comments, back and forth.
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:January 29th, 2006 03:49 pm (UTC)
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Just did a count and you're #21, so request away! (back to mad scribbling... no wait, dinner, then more mad scribbling...)
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From:eternal_edge
Date:January 29th, 2006 04:05 pm (UTC)
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Hope I'm still within your number. Since everyone else is requesting Zack/Cloud (<3 on everyone!) I'm gonna go for the truely CRACKTASTIC! Yea, remember that thread about the Sailor Moon/FFVII fusion? The one with the Starlights and everyone else being Sailor Senshi? Yea. I want that. >]

I am going to hell...
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:March 27th, 2006 03:39 pm (UTC)
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(sweatdrop) coming back later for this, honest, it's just totally kicked my ass for over a month now and I decided I had to just suck it up and admit I haven't got the crack mastered yet and go on with the other three and come back after I've had a chance to get some kind of vague clue about, for example, what the Sailor Starlights do besides wear black leather bondage gear and scream attack names that make no sense... ^^;;;;
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:March 27th, 2006 03:42 pm (UTC)
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Here you go!

#23 - Rain-shadows on glass

From this far up, it was easier to pretend that the rain would wash the filth away. Easier to mistake the storm-drizzle streaking down the windows for something clean, something beautiful, glimmering from the streetlights below.

The sound of ice shifting in a highball glass wasn't a surprise; Rufus hadn't moved, but his scotch had been sitting there on the desk long enough to begin melting.

"Done?" the Vice President asked.

"Yes, sir," he said, and that was all. Not of course, sir, and not why did you ask that, sir? Neither one was relevant. Of course would have insulted Rufus' intelligence, and why was both immaterial and ...not obvious, but Tseng understood. Because none of the other Turks would have understood, and it was his place.

This time hadn't been as bad, really. He'd found a street punk carrying a stereo out of a closed-up store, and shot him neatly through the skull, and kept walking. It had been a little more difficult the time that the first person he found alone under the plate was an old wino sleeping it off in an alley. Tseng turned his mind away from that, by long practice.

Once every few months or so, Rufus gave him the same order; and he obeyed, and that was all.

Reno would have complained, loudly, and Rude wouldn't have said anything but the room temperature would have dropped forty degrees, and Elena would have asked why, and might never have been the same afterwards.

So Rufus had never ordered it of any of the others, but had ordered Tseng: kill the first person you find alone beneath the Plate.

And Tseng did, because he understood what Rufus was asking even when Rufus didn't want to be understood. Because it was pointless, because it was senseless, because it was both illegal and immoral, and because the Turks were held to no law but Shinra's will. And because none of the others truly understood that that meant they could not have a will of their own, either.

Tseng did as he was ordered, without hesitation and without question, because Rufus was walking a dangerous path in a world filled with power-mad predators including his own father, and it was his silent test of them both. His test of himself, of whether he remained the type of leader who could command unhesitating obedience from someone like Tseng; and his test of Tseng, and of whether his loyalty was still flawless and clear as the ice slowly melting in his glass.

It didn't matter that the victims had done nothing; what mattered was the obedience to the order, even when -- particularly when -- there was no evident reason for an order.

But he couldn't say that to Rufus; saying it aloud would invalidate the entire purpose, and then their lives truly would have been wasted. Rufus had every reason to expect him to be confused and shaken by cruel orders without purpose, and Tseng's obedience in such a state was far more important than clear-minded acceptance would be. Rufus had to know beyond a doubt that no matter what the order, no matter what the circumstance, there was one who would carry it out without a single moment's pause.

Rufus finally lifted the scotch glass from the desk, and silently saluted the rain leaving streaks like silver blood running down the window.

Tseng said nothing, because there was nothing to say, and continued to wait for the man standing against the rain-shadows to change the world.
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From:mako
Date:January 29th, 2006 04:22 pm (UTC)
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I want to say Kakashi 'n Iruka with the prompt of "Age" but then... i also want to say the prompt of "Goldfish" XD goodluck? <3

-Mako
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:March 27th, 2006 03:44 pm (UTC)
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Here you are! (better late than never right?)

"You know," Iruka said, tossing a scrap of bread into the daimyo's pond, "they say that if you give them enough clean water and food and no predators, koi will never die."

"Hmm," Kakashi said, nose to the little orange book.

"I wonder if that's why they share a name with a word for love," Iruka said, "or whether that's just irony."

"Ah."

"...They also say that if a koi bites you, your nose will swell up and turn purple and rot off within a year."

"Hmm."

"Or your balls will," Iruka continued placidly, though his fingers were shredding the bread into smaller pieces than he really intended.

"That's nice."

"Are you listening to a SINGLE word I say?"

"Koi, love, immortality, nose or balls falling off, yep, sounds about right." Kakashi flipped a page.

"You haven't got a romantic bone in your body, you know."

"Hmm. Nope," Kakashi agreed. "Got taken over by all the perverted bones many years ago. But you missed the best reason."

"The best reason for what?"

"The best reason for koi to be associated with romantic love," Kakashi said, grinning behind the mask. "Romance hasn't got much to do with immortality. But it's got quite a lot to do with coming!"

Quite calmly given the circumstances, Iruka shoved Kakashi into the pond.

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Japanese lesson of the day:
鯉 koi: fish
恋 koi: romantic/passionate/crush-style love (as opposed to 愛ai which is a purer love that isn't necessarily physical, though it can be)
来い koi: come (imperative verb form, as in 'come here')
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From:chibirisuchan
Date:January 29th, 2006 05:09 pm (UTC)
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If I've counted right, you're #25. ^__^ And yes, I've known for a looooong time that I'm insane. What I need to figure out is what to do to fix it... ^^;;;;;
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