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Wooooo! In response to the meme in this post, three of my total drabbles done! Two for public, one for private, and more to be worked on after I have my shower♥ One old fandom (Trigun) and one new (Bleach) to kick things off -- I apologize in advance, whee. XD
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No Luck
Trigun [anime continuity]
Vash/Wolfwood; no spoilers; for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Prompt: three-leaf clover.
Rem dreamed of a world that was green, that'd be lush and beautiful as the holodeck simulations aboard the ship. Rem dreamed of a world where there were flowers, and not just the red ones -- some were yellow, like his hair, or blue like his eyes, and purple, and pink, and all colors he wasn't sure could appear in nature.
Rem dreamed of a world carpeted in grass, where someone could lie back and stare up into a gentle blue sky.
She'd dreamed of a lot of things, but a sandblasted desert had never been one of them, not with its craggy edges and cliff faces, all stark and bare stone. She'd never dreamed of death by fire, or thirst, or of being forgotten.
"We're the shepherds and heroes of these sleepers," she'd said once, with her face shaded blue by the computer screen. "All of us here on the crew, whether or not we live beyond the landing, we'll be their originators and their ancestry."
("You know," Wolfwood says, as he fills their small tent with cigarette smoke, "they say we used to live on a planet so green that you could pick weeds and use 'em as good luck charms."
Vash puts his chin on his folded hands, blinks the sting from his eyes. The sandstorm outside shows no sign of diminishing. They've got enough water for two more days, and he thinks it'll be enough. "I've heard that too," he says. "Sounds weird, doesn't it?"
"Weird's not the word, broomhead," Wolfwood says, and stubs his cigarette out into the sand. It makes a soft hissing noise. Vash can see the scars on Wolfwood's knuckles, souvenirs from a short brutal lifetime, even when he's not fighting. His palm on Vash's shoulder is rough and warm against the night-desert air. "Impossible's a better one."
"Impossible is sometimes closer to the truth than ordinary stuff," Vash tells him, and sits up as well. His hair is tousled down, and full of sand. "Look at me."
"Look at us," Wolfwood returns, and outside, the wind howls louder.)
Once, shortly after the landing, he'd found a small, isolated area where one of his little sisters had taken root. In her great shadow, small patches of green had sprung up, lush as anything aboard the ship. Vash knelt there, and marveled at the feel of cool grass, which once upon a time, he'd taken for granted.
He leaned forward and placed his palms against the ground; his sister's welcome crept through him like an old friend. For just a moment, her voice sounded like Rem's, lifted in song. In spite of himself, he smiled, and let his fingers curl a little. They sank into rich dark earth, not dry, loose sand.
"Hey, there," he whispered. "Do you mind if I take just one? I can't stay, but ..."
She laughed at him, her voice whispery. But she didn't argue, and so he searched among the sprouted seedlings, her children (his children), and pinched one tender stem in two. For a moment, he paused to marvel at the faint green stains left on his fingertips, then tucked his souvenir carefully away.
The rest of the day, he slept in her shadow, and when he left, she sang farewell to speed him on his way.
("I don't know what I'd do with a world that was all green," Wolfwood says. His back is a warm smooth expanse under Vash's arm, rising and falling slowly, slowly, with his breath. "Be fucking confused, really."
Vash is silent, and then he says, "It's not so bad, really. You'd get used to it."
"You can say that, broomhead," Wolfwood snorts. "You adapt to everything. I'm a priest -- my job is to change things so that they're the way I like 'em, not change myself."
"That's not true --"
"Well, that, and help people. Go to sleep, broomhead. You're keeping me awake, with your wondering."
Vash doesn't say anything more, but closes his eyes, and listens to Wolfwood breathe, the soft sounds almost drowned out by the sandstorm. He thinks about the blue sky and gentle sunlight on Rem's hair, and the smell of cut grass, and the delicate stains on his fingers.
He doesn't remember what happened to that weed, that one little present his little sister allowed him with laughing grace; he thinks he may have lost it sometime before July. He wonders if she's been covered by the desert, swallowed whole by a sun that allowed no quarter.
Luck and the impossible exist in the extraordinary, he thinks. The plain, the everyday, the drying stalks with their tiny three leaves -- they hold nothing but determination, the desperation to withstand old despairs and new memories.
Vash closes his eyes and sleeps.)
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However it Starts
Bleach
Ichigo/Orihime; no spoilers; forchirachira
Prompt: "kiss."
"Ku-ro-sa-ki-ku-n."
"Huh?" He looked up, blearily. "Inoue?"
She tipped her head to one side. "You looked like you were dreaming about something intense," she told him. "Like this." She pressed the tips of her index fingers to the corners of her eyes, and slanted them down to demonstrate.
"Ah." He doubted that, but over the years, he'd learned it was usually safer not to question where Inoue got her ideas. "That so."
"It is! And you were sleeping with your mouth open! You shouldn't do that outside, or flies might come in." She reached out and pushed at his chin, so that his mouth closed. It was more forward than she'd ever been, and surprised, Ichigo blinked at her.
"Is ... that so ..."
Inoue nodded, and then got to her feet. There was a strange look in her eyes as she studied him -- but then, Inoue often looked strange, and it was more often than not, these days. It kind of reminded him of how Yuzu looked, when she shopping, and the analogy made him uneasy. "Kurosaki-kun, I need to talk to you."
"... eh?" Those words, he'd learned, were most dangerous coming from girls -- even Rukia, who only scarcely counted. It had only gotten worse since she'd started filching manga from Yuzu and Karin. "About what?"
"You have to stand up, first." She looked at him earnestly.
"Huh?" Ichigo blinked, and scowled automatically. "Hey, wait a moment --"
"It's really important, Kurosaki-kun. Kuchiki-san said I should tell you about this right away."
His eyes went flat. Had she, now? "What the hell's so important that I have to stand up for it? You could sit down, you know."
Inoue looked surprised for a moment, then shook her head. "No, no, you have to stand up for this, Kurosaki-kun! It won't take long, I promise."
For a moment, he wanted to continue arguing, then sighed, and heaved himself up to his feet. Even now, the top of Inoue's head barely reached his shoulder; if she meant to tell him a secret, it would have definitely been easier for her to just sit down next to him. "Okay, so what --"
Inoue took a step towards him, then another, and then stretched up onto her toes and kissed him.
It was more awkward than not, landing at the corner of his mouth -- but it was also very soft, and when she leaned back, he caught the brief scent of apples. And after, she looked so ordinary that for a moment, he thought he'd imagined the whole thing, and she was just waiting for him to recover so she could tell him her secret.
"I-- In-- Inoue?!"
She peered at him, then broke into a sunny smile -- the same way his mother had smiled, he thought, the smile that made everything better. When had Inoue learned to smile like that?
"Oh, good," she said happily. "It worked! Tatsuki-chan said I should be more assertive, but then, Tatsuki-chan is always aggressive, but if Kuchiki-san also said I should do this, then it must be right!" She clapped her hands, like a child gifted with a new toy.
"Bu-- you, you just-- we, k-- kiss --"
"I like you a lot, Kurosaki-kun," she told him earnestly, her eyes wide. "And I want to stay with you, always." She paused, then looked thoughtfully. "Well, I mean the first part, but Kuchiki-san said I should also say the second part, but that sounds weird. And besides, I think it'd be crowded at your place, and my apartment is perfectly fine, so ... I like you, but I don't need to always stay with you."
His head was spinning. He'd faced Hollows less intimidating than this. "You-- Inoue --"
"Tah-dah!" She held up two scraps of paper -- tickets, he saw, to something that sounded ridiculously cheesy. "There's a movie that opens two days from now. Kuchiki-san got us tickets, and I thought it'd be nice if we go together."
The ground was giving way under his feet, and he was teetering at the edge of a bottomless pit, he was sure. "But, but, Inoue, you -- we, it just --"
"Or, did you not want to go?" Disappointment filled Inoue's large eyes, and her mouth pursed into a disappointed pout. "I could ask Kuchiki-san instead, since she got the tickets, but I thought it'd be fun, if we went together ..."
Ichigo's fighting instinct, which had carried him safely through so many battles before, had utterly deserted him. "No! I mean, wait, Inoue, you --"
"So you want to go?" Just like that, her sadness vanished, and she gave him that smile again. "Oh, that's great! It's two days from now, like I said, at seven o'clock!" She pressed one of the tickets into his hand, and he took it automatically, still gaping. "I'll meet you in front of your place, okay? Bye-bye!"
And then she was jogging off, waving happily at him. Ichigo continued to gape, then looked down at the ticket, like it could tell him all the answers. When he took a deep breath to try and steady himself, he could still smell Inoue's apple-scent. No matter how hard and long he stared, the ticket didn't suddenly disappear, though the smell eventually did.
Inoue had asked him on a date.
Inoue had, in fact, gotten him to somehow agree to the date, all without his being entirely aware how.
And she'd gotten his first kiss, which really wasn't anything as special as Yuzu (and probably, by extension, Rukia) seemed to think it was, but ...
But ...
When Inoue smiled like that, she could be awfully pretty. And if her brother was still keeping watch over her, he'd probably find a way to come back and kick Ichigo's ass if he messed this up.
Ichigo sighed, and stuffed the ticket into his pocket for safekeeping.
"Well, damn," he said, and started the long walk home.
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No Luck
Trigun [anime continuity]
Vash/Wolfwood; no spoilers; for
calintzPrompt: three-leaf clover.
Rem dreamed of a world that was green, that'd be lush and beautiful as the holodeck simulations aboard the ship. Rem dreamed of a world where there were flowers, and not just the red ones -- some were yellow, like his hair, or blue like his eyes, and purple, and pink, and all colors he wasn't sure could appear in nature.
Rem dreamed of a world carpeted in grass, where someone could lie back and stare up into a gentle blue sky.
She'd dreamed of a lot of things, but a sandblasted desert had never been one of them, not with its craggy edges and cliff faces, all stark and bare stone. She'd never dreamed of death by fire, or thirst, or of being forgotten.
"We're the shepherds and heroes of these sleepers," she'd said once, with her face shaded blue by the computer screen. "All of us here on the crew, whether or not we live beyond the landing, we'll be their originators and their ancestry."
("You know," Wolfwood says, as he fills their small tent with cigarette smoke, "they say we used to live on a planet so green that you could pick weeds and use 'em as good luck charms."
Vash puts his chin on his folded hands, blinks the sting from his eyes. The sandstorm outside shows no sign of diminishing. They've got enough water for two more days, and he thinks it'll be enough. "I've heard that too," he says. "Sounds weird, doesn't it?"
"Weird's not the word, broomhead," Wolfwood says, and stubs his cigarette out into the sand. It makes a soft hissing noise. Vash can see the scars on Wolfwood's knuckles, souvenirs from a short brutal lifetime, even when he's not fighting. His palm on Vash's shoulder is rough and warm against the night-desert air. "Impossible's a better one."
"Impossible is sometimes closer to the truth than ordinary stuff," Vash tells him, and sits up as well. His hair is tousled down, and full of sand. "Look at me."
"Look at us," Wolfwood returns, and outside, the wind howls louder.)
Once, shortly after the landing, he'd found a small, isolated area where one of his little sisters had taken root. In her great shadow, small patches of green had sprung up, lush as anything aboard the ship. Vash knelt there, and marveled at the feel of cool grass, which once upon a time, he'd taken for granted.
He leaned forward and placed his palms against the ground; his sister's welcome crept through him like an old friend. For just a moment, her voice sounded like Rem's, lifted in song. In spite of himself, he smiled, and let his fingers curl a little. They sank into rich dark earth, not dry, loose sand.
"Hey, there," he whispered. "Do you mind if I take just one? I can't stay, but ..."
She laughed at him, her voice whispery. But she didn't argue, and so he searched among the sprouted seedlings, her children (his children), and pinched one tender stem in two. For a moment, he paused to marvel at the faint green stains left on his fingertips, then tucked his souvenir carefully away.
The rest of the day, he slept in her shadow, and when he left, she sang farewell to speed him on his way.
("I don't know what I'd do with a world that was all green," Wolfwood says. His back is a warm smooth expanse under Vash's arm, rising and falling slowly, slowly, with his breath. "Be fucking confused, really."
Vash is silent, and then he says, "It's not so bad, really. You'd get used to it."
"You can say that, broomhead," Wolfwood snorts. "You adapt to everything. I'm a priest -- my job is to change things so that they're the way I like 'em, not change myself."
"That's not true --"
"Well, that, and help people. Go to sleep, broomhead. You're keeping me awake, with your wondering."
Vash doesn't say anything more, but closes his eyes, and listens to Wolfwood breathe, the soft sounds almost drowned out by the sandstorm. He thinks about the blue sky and gentle sunlight on Rem's hair, and the smell of cut grass, and the delicate stains on his fingers.
He doesn't remember what happened to that weed, that one little present his little sister allowed him with laughing grace; he thinks he may have lost it sometime before July. He wonders if she's been covered by the desert, swallowed whole by a sun that allowed no quarter.
Luck and the impossible exist in the extraordinary, he thinks. The plain, the everyday, the drying stalks with their tiny three leaves -- they hold nothing but determination, the desperation to withstand old despairs and new memories.
Vash closes his eyes and sleeps.)
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However it Starts
Bleach
Ichigo/Orihime; no spoilers; for
chirachiraPrompt: "kiss."
"Ku-ro-sa-ki-ku-n."
"Huh?" He looked up, blearily. "Inoue?"
She tipped her head to one side. "You looked like you were dreaming about something intense," she told him. "Like this." She pressed the tips of her index fingers to the corners of her eyes, and slanted them down to demonstrate.
"Ah." He doubted that, but over the years, he'd learned it was usually safer not to question where Inoue got her ideas. "That so."
"It is! And you were sleeping with your mouth open! You shouldn't do that outside, or flies might come in." She reached out and pushed at his chin, so that his mouth closed. It was more forward than she'd ever been, and surprised, Ichigo blinked at her.
"Is ... that so ..."
Inoue nodded, and then got to her feet. There was a strange look in her eyes as she studied him -- but then, Inoue often looked strange, and it was more often than not, these days. It kind of reminded him of how Yuzu looked, when she shopping, and the analogy made him uneasy. "Kurosaki-kun, I need to talk to you."
"... eh?" Those words, he'd learned, were most dangerous coming from girls -- even Rukia, who only scarcely counted. It had only gotten worse since she'd started filching manga from Yuzu and Karin. "About what?"
"You have to stand up, first." She looked at him earnestly.
"Huh?" Ichigo blinked, and scowled automatically. "Hey, wait a moment --"
"It's really important, Kurosaki-kun. Kuchiki-san said I should tell you about this right away."
His eyes went flat. Had she, now? "What the hell's so important that I have to stand up for it? You could sit down, you know."
Inoue looked surprised for a moment, then shook her head. "No, no, you have to stand up for this, Kurosaki-kun! It won't take long, I promise."
For a moment, he wanted to continue arguing, then sighed, and heaved himself up to his feet. Even now, the top of Inoue's head barely reached his shoulder; if she meant to tell him a secret, it would have definitely been easier for her to just sit down next to him. "Okay, so what --"
Inoue took a step towards him, then another, and then stretched up onto her toes and kissed him.
It was more awkward than not, landing at the corner of his mouth -- but it was also very soft, and when she leaned back, he caught the brief scent of apples. And after, she looked so ordinary that for a moment, he thought he'd imagined the whole thing, and she was just waiting for him to recover so she could tell him her secret.
"I-- In-- Inoue?!"
She peered at him, then broke into a sunny smile -- the same way his mother had smiled, he thought, the smile that made everything better. When had Inoue learned to smile like that?
"Oh, good," she said happily. "It worked! Tatsuki-chan said I should be more assertive, but then, Tatsuki-chan is always aggressive, but if Kuchiki-san also said I should do this, then it must be right!" She clapped her hands, like a child gifted with a new toy.
"Bu-- you, you just-- we, k-- kiss --"
"I like you a lot, Kurosaki-kun," she told him earnestly, her eyes wide. "And I want to stay with you, always." She paused, then looked thoughtfully. "Well, I mean the first part, but Kuchiki-san said I should also say the second part, but that sounds weird. And besides, I think it'd be crowded at your place, and my apartment is perfectly fine, so ... I like you, but I don't need to always stay with you."
His head was spinning. He'd faced Hollows less intimidating than this. "You-- Inoue --"
"Tah-dah!" She held up two scraps of paper -- tickets, he saw, to something that sounded ridiculously cheesy. "There's a movie that opens two days from now. Kuchiki-san got us tickets, and I thought it'd be nice if we go together."
The ground was giving way under his feet, and he was teetering at the edge of a bottomless pit, he was sure. "But, but, Inoue, you -- we, it just --"
"Or, did you not want to go?" Disappointment filled Inoue's large eyes, and her mouth pursed into a disappointed pout. "I could ask Kuchiki-san instead, since she got the tickets, but I thought it'd be fun, if we went together ..."
Ichigo's fighting instinct, which had carried him safely through so many battles before, had utterly deserted him. "No! I mean, wait, Inoue, you --"
"So you want to go?" Just like that, her sadness vanished, and she gave him that smile again. "Oh, that's great! It's two days from now, like I said, at seven o'clock!" She pressed one of the tickets into his hand, and he took it automatically, still gaping. "I'll meet you in front of your place, okay? Bye-bye!"
And then she was jogging off, waving happily at him. Ichigo continued to gape, then looked down at the ticket, like it could tell him all the answers. When he took a deep breath to try and steady himself, he could still smell Inoue's apple-scent. No matter how hard and long he stared, the ticket didn't suddenly disappear, though the smell eventually did.
Inoue had asked him on a date.
Inoue had, in fact, gotten him to somehow agree to the date, all without his being entirely aware how.
And she'd gotten his first kiss, which really wasn't anything as special as Yuzu (and probably, by extension, Rukia) seemed to think it was, but ...
But ...
When Inoue smiled like that, she could be awfully pretty. And if her brother was still keeping watch over her, he'd probably find a way to come back and kick Ichigo's ass if he messed this up.
Ichigo sighed, and stuffed the ticket into his pocket for safekeeping.
"Well, damn," he said, and started the long walk home.
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Vash and Wolfwood T___T REM, OH I WEEP TT_____TT <3333
That prompt really was totally out of nowhere. Only you can weave magic like whoa with something so random. AHHHHH. <3
(And I love you very very much and would like to uhm bribe you somehow to prease to write more Trigun fic in the future omg? *twiddles thumbs plottingly* *_______*)
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(Ummm. I bribe fairly easily, you know that, but I's so behind on Trigun manga and out of practice, it may take a while. XD)
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zomg
I wanted schmoop but schmoop to THIS EXTENT??
Toto you kill me. I'm in a puddle of cute deep enough that it's SUFFOCATING ME and ZOMG ♥♥♥♥♥
I ♥ yoooooooooooooooou
I'm so drawing you more pirates ♥♥♥♥
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Orihime is really fun to write. :D Especially because I think that in the end, she's still gotta be the one who says something because Ichigo ... just doesn't really think in those terms just yet. XD
I'm glad you liked♥♥♥♥♥
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The Ichigo/Orihime was so perfect and sweet and about as cute as it could get. Lovely, lovely, lovely. Ichigo was wonderfully dense and Orihime her adorable self.
Love it. The sweetness and sugar of it all.
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Thank you SO much for commenting♥♥ I'm really glad you liked this! :D :D
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Inoue had, in fact, gotten him to somehow agree to the date, all without his being entirely aware how.
lol The sad part that probably what my first date, if I ever have one, is going to be like.
And if her brother was still keeping watch over her, he'd probably find a way to come back and kick Ichigo's ass if he messed this up.
lol Knowing Ichigo's luck, he will lol ^^ ^^ ^^
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I'm glad you enjoyed this! :D :D :D
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Ehehehehe... I can actually picture this happening. ^_^
Loved it when Ichigo is still shocked about the kiss and Orihime just keeps on rambling about other things. LOL These two are absolutely adorable together!!!!! *girly squeal* Thanks for the cute read! hehe *hug*
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Thanks~ I'm glad you enjoyed this. :D
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