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O frabjous day, our broken water heater is supposedly going to be fixed by the time I'm home today! Which means that we can turn the water back on and I could do something outrageous like take a shower. Or make noodles for dinner. That sort of thing.
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In the meantime, fic meme ganked from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sister_coyote, because normally I don't do memes, but this one seemed kind of awesome. D:
Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
Recent stuff is off my fic tag. Older stuff's off my website.
distractions ftw? let's play, let's play~
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In the meantime, fic meme ganked from
sister_coyote, because normally I don't do memes, but this one seemed kind of awesome. D:Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
Recent stuff is off my fic tag. Older stuff's off my website.
distractions ftw? let's play, let's play~
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Haruka's routine is very simple, and doesn't change very much from day to day:
He wakes early (sometimes at dawn, which is a change from years ago, when he would sleep until long past noon, if Youko would let him) and doesn't eat breakfast before he makes his way to the bookstore. Work is monotonous and numbing, which really just suits him fine; he stays in the back away from customers when he can avoid it.
Lunch usually consists of something that gets pressed onto him by one of the ladies who work in the store; he's heard them whisper and giggle whenever he comes and goes, and like giddy schoolgirls, they seem to have some sort of rotation on who brings him lunch: Monday it's Kirie, Tuesday it's Ritsuko, Wednesday it's Sara, Thursday it's Sakura, and Friday it's Tsubaki. On the weekends, when he does not work, he usually sleeps, though sometimes Youko will come and badger food into him.
When he leaves, sometimes he finds his way to Youko's apartment, other times he drifts to the park, and still others he returns to the tiny cramped apartment he rents, and dreams of wider spaces and eyes that watch him from across the years.
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I think even more than the reincarnation itself, I'm fascinated by Haruka in modern times, and. And. Eeeee ♥
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"Now, see," says Zaraki, "you've got to understand where I'm coming from."
Under his arm, the kid squawks.
"That little girl's got some big ideas in her little head," he went on. "Raised her myself, you know. Taught her to think beyond little things like 'rules' or 'proper.' Best student I ever had."
Yamashita whimpers.
"And the way I heard it, you've got some big ideas too." From his pocket, Zaraki pulls out a scrap of something that may have once been a flower; now it's nothing more than a very bruised scrap of green. "Things like maybe gettin' cozy together, or doing cutesy little things together. Right?"
"Nnn," says Yamashita.
"But I gotta tell you, kid," says Zaraki. "You start trying to box up those big dreams that little girl has, or tell her that she can't think as big as she can 'cause it's not proper or anything, I think you and I are gonna hafta--"
He feels something wet on his shoe and looks down; hooked in his arm, the kid's passed out, and there's a puddle at his feet. Zaraki wrinkles his nose -- ain't the first time someone's pissed on him before, though it's one of the few times it's happened *literally* -- and drops the kid.
"Glad you get where I'm coming from," he says, and continues on his way.
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♥!
Oh. That poor boy. I almost pity him. Almost. XD
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(and all your fic is not tagged fic. D:)
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Riku wakes to the sound of an opening door. He cracks open an eye to watch Sora tiptoe in, and the light coming in from the windows tells him that it's not just morning, it's probably closer to noon. Sora makes it about halfway to the bed before he sees that Riku's awake, and pauses.
"... hi," he says. "You guys are sleeping late."
"Lost track of time," Riku says neutrally, and strands of Kairi's hair stick to his lips when he speaks. "You're in awfully late."
"Lost track of time," Sora says sheepishly, and gives Riku that whoops-sorry grin that's always gotten him out of trouble all his life. "Besides, Roxas--"
"Nah," says Riku, and stretches. "I get it."
Relief passes through Sora's eyes. "You do?"
"Mm." Riku eyes him. "I'm not completely unreasonable."
"Speak for yourself," says Kairi, without opening her eyes. "Sora, I just want you to know that I'm horribly jealous and hurt that you didn't come home last night."
They hold for a beat of silence before she opens one eye and sticks her tongue out at him.
"It's not *my* fault," Sora protests, and he's hamming it up just as much as she did. "If you're going to blame anyone, blame--" He stops and cocks his head; the "listening" position. "Hey, wait, come on, it is *not*--"
Kairi rolls over so that her face is square in Riku's chest. "So there," she adds, though whether to Riku himself or the air in general, it's not certain, and a moment later she's asleep again. Riku looks at Sora, who's waving one arm and still arguing fiercely with himself, then looks down at Kairi, then shrugs and closes his own eyes again.
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He almost asks what she thinks he should regret, but he also thinks that at least he owes her honesty, so he shrugs a little and doesn't look her in the face. "I don't know."
"Ah." From the corner of one eye he can see her watching him, thoughtful and -- not sad, but curious. It's more genuine emotion than he's ever seen on her slim oval face, and he watches it right back, saying nothing.
Then she slips down from the windowsill and walks over to him; she takes his hand, and while her fingers don't actually go through his, they sink in slightly, like she could fade into him like she does into Kairi, and disappear forevermore. She looks up at him with the same blue, blue eyes that Kairi has, and for the first time he can remember, she smiles a genuine warm smile, just for him.
"I don't regret," she says, and puts his palm to her cheek.
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You'll never learn, that way.
He scowled. It wasn't like he wanted to! It was just that it made no sense otherwise, and besides, it's not like he would be the only one who--
It's not that bad. Don't be such a wuss.
Why did heroes even need to take math, anyway?!
Because their mothers threaten grounding, otherwise. And their girlfriends like smart guys, and their boyfriends are already at the top of the class, despite missing the same amount of school.
Sora slumped dramatically in his seat, erased his previous scribblings, and started again.
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This brings me such joy. Oh, poor Sora. Thank you!
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"He took it better than I thought he would," Riku admitted. "I saw him yesterday at the market. He gave me a dirty look, but at least he didn't try to throw anything, or accuse me of--"
"Corrupting his innocent sweet little girl, blah blah blah, how could you, I thought you were such a nice boy?" Sora crossed his arms with a huff. "Nah, he saved that for me."
Kairi looked chagrined. "I'm sorry," she said. "I tried--"
"Nah, it's cool." Sora grinned. "Besides, your mom still likes me."
Kairi took his hands and smiled, then glanced over at the tall lanky figure by the window. "And you?" she asked, more gentle than cautious. "What do you think?"
Alex shrugged and pulled the curtains open; from the kitchen window, there was a clear view of the beach and the ocean beyond, stretching out wide and endlessly blue. He turned and for a moment he was genuinely smiling, rather than smirking.
"It's no castle," he said, "but hell, I think I like it better that way."