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Because I ♥ you all.
64damn_prompts, one and all, part two is pending.
43. empire | and you’ll be my empress — Sanayuki for Nao
(I)
Yukimura was born to rule, his fingers too soft for hard work, body too frail. His mother hummed to her child and called him “ouji”, for her was no common child. He was born was something greater, she thought, something more than being trapped in some cubicle, never meant to be a business pawn.
(II)
When they were both ichinen, even then Yukimura had a regal baring. Sanada never knew how to react – his classmate was prettier than the girls who’d giggle and follow him around, chanting some insult like an incantation.
(III)
“This will be our empire, Sanada.” he murmured.
Sanada nodded, unsure of what words to speak.
“We will make it memorable. We’ll go down in history.” Yukimura was all porcelain and steel, he held Sanada twisted in his fingers, even at this young age, he knew all he had to do was play with his hair or pout or simply smile (gently) and Sanada would conquer countries or minor league for him.
“...and you’ll help me rule it, won’t you, Sanada?” Yukimura smiled slightly, he already knew the answer to the question before he even said it.
“Of course...Yukimura.”
45. rings | red-rimmed, unknown lines | TsuHis. For Rachel ♥
Was it like the rings of a tree, Hisoka wondered. Would each line and scar reveal some tale that never left Tsuzuki’s lips, would they reveal the age of each trauma, this one an old partner, this line another lost love, this a betrayal of humanity. Hisoka wonders but does not ask, Tsuzuki does not tell, or even hint. Even his empathy does not help more than feelings, for once no thoughts flow through, much too tightly sealed.
For once, he is reaching out to an empty smile. For once, Hisoka realizes, he is the one reaching, attempting to touch the one person who didn’t leave, who accepted and understood. The only person who extended a hand to help him up.
Now, he is the one who offers a hand, waiting.
46. dust | ashes | Squall/Rinoa for Kenz ♥ feel better
(ashes to ashes, dust to dust the girls circle and he feels confused, their laughing, hair flying, flutter of gingham and lace.)
He wakes, she’s already awake, watching him. Her smile is long, drawn out, heady.
“You know... when this is all over, I’d still be happy”
He didn’t want to talk about death or leaving, a bit of but she silences the words before they leave his mouth, tracing a word on his unmoving lips.
“I got to meet you afterall, and I wouldn’t mind dying if it meant I got to meet you all over again.”
62. chime | welcome home, you bastard. | AkiUme for Becky! :)
Even when the idiot is away, Umeda can’t escape him. (This time on business, ten blissful days where he left off his cell phone and slept in and)
On the walls are framed photos, specials, done just for Umeda, an exotic throw rug picked up while on a trip overseas, and a damn wind chime the moron brought back from his last trip.
(Of course the silence doesn’t bother Umeda, even if he turns on the radio when finishing the dishes alone. He sleeps on Akiha’s side of the bed because his side is uncomfortable, not for some lost sentiment. By the second day he even turns his phone back on.)
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43. empire | and you’ll be my empress — Sanayuki for Nao
(I)
Yukimura was born to rule, his fingers too soft for hard work, body too frail. His mother hummed to her child and called him “ouji”, for her was no common child. He was born was something greater, she thought, something more than being trapped in some cubicle, never meant to be a business pawn.
(II)
When they were both ichinen, even then Yukimura had a regal baring. Sanada never knew how to react – his classmate was prettier than the girls who’d giggle and follow him around, chanting some insult like an incantation.
(III)
“This will be our empire, Sanada.” he murmured.
Sanada nodded, unsure of what words to speak.
“We will make it memorable. We’ll go down in history.” Yukimura was all porcelain and steel, he held Sanada twisted in his fingers, even at this young age, he knew all he had to do was play with his hair or pout or simply smile (gently) and Sanada would conquer countries or minor league for him.
“...and you’ll help me rule it, won’t you, Sanada?” Yukimura smiled slightly, he already knew the answer to the question before he even said it.
“Of course...Yukimura.”
45. rings | red-rimmed, unknown lines | TsuHis. For Rachel ♥
Was it like the rings of a tree, Hisoka wondered. Would each line and scar reveal some tale that never left Tsuzuki’s lips, would they reveal the age of each trauma, this one an old partner, this line another lost love, this a betrayal of humanity. Hisoka wonders but does not ask, Tsuzuki does not tell, or even hint. Even his empathy does not help more than feelings, for once no thoughts flow through, much too tightly sealed.
For once, he is reaching out to an empty smile. For once, Hisoka realizes, he is the one reaching, attempting to touch the one person who didn’t leave, who accepted and understood. The only person who extended a hand to help him up.
Now, he is the one who offers a hand, waiting.
46. dust | ashes | Squall/Rinoa for Kenz ♥ feel better
(ashes to ashes, dust to dust the girls circle and he feels confused, their laughing, hair flying, flutter of gingham and lace.)
He wakes, she’s already awake, watching him. Her smile is long, drawn out, heady.
“You know... when this is all over, I’d still be happy”
He didn’t want to talk about death or leaving, a bit of but she silences the words before they leave his mouth, tracing a word on his unmoving lips.
“I got to meet you afterall, and I wouldn’t mind dying if it meant I got to meet you all over again.”
62. chime | welcome home, you bastard. | AkiUme for Becky! :)
Even when the idiot is away, Umeda can’t escape him. (This time on business, ten blissful days where he left off his cell phone and slept in and)
On the walls are framed photos, specials, done just for Umeda, an exotic throw rug picked up while on a trip overseas, and a damn wind chime the moron brought back from his last trip.
(Of course the silence doesn’t bother Umeda, even if he turns on the radio when finishing the dishes alone. He sleeps on Akiha’s side of the bed because his side is uncomfortable, not for some lost sentiment. By the second day he even turns his phone back on.)
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Date: 2007-09-01 05:49 pm (UTC)You wrote Sanayu for me!!!
You must love it more! You must love it! You MUST!
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Date: 2007-09-01 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-02 07:28 pm (UTC)Someone is amazing.
♥
I loved it. It was beautifulachingandwonderful all at once. And you focused on a favorite subject of mine, too! Hee! ♥ No one pays such close attention as they should to his scars. It makes me a tad depressed.