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Happy Halloween! :D
Life goes on, huzzah. Thanks to everyone who guessed yesterday~ the friend in question was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_arel, who had dressed up as the Ankh-Morpork Patrician, Vetinari. I was Wuffles, wtf.
In honor of the trick-or-treaters and tonight, everyone who comes to my LJ ('cos I know a good chunk of you are just here for the fic), ficlets! Multi-fandom, and none are particularly long -- the longest is less than 600 words -- like those bite-sized pieces of candy you buy for trick-or-treaters. XD Not all of them are particularly Halloween-themed, but I had fun anyway.
Hope people like~ :D
i. tea philosophy [FMA, Roy/Ed]
+++
Ed doesn't like tea, where the flavor is a only little bitterness after he swallows. He prefers coffee, though usually his half-cup goes cold by his elbow as he reads. If he remembers to drink, the taste is direct and unquestioning, which he prefers.
When the Colonel kisses him for the first time it's more a mistake than anything else, a comedy of errors that's not funny yet. It leaves a phantom taste, like tea or a bad memory. The second time they kiss Ed bites until he tastes blood.
That, he says later, is what makes it real.
Violence? Roy asks, with red on his lips. I'm not sure I expected that of you.
Ed shakes his head. Not violence, he says, and puts his left hand on Roy's throat, feeling the pulse there. Life.
---
ii. No Kiss [Bleach, Soi Fong-->Yoruichi]
++++
Thus passed the goddess: even in heavy boots, Yoruichi's feet made no sound. She was loud but always fleeting, like the memory of a spider's work; for all her opulence, she left very little behind.
Soi Fong kneels on the barren floor and spreads her fingers as wide as possible, like maybe she can find answers in the ground upon which that person walked. After a moment, she folds herself down and waits for her heart to stop.
When that does not happen, she stands, dry-eyed, and wipes cobwebs from her lips. She leaves, and does not look back.
---
iii. Day of the Dead [GetBackers, Ban and Maria]
++++
Ban came home from school one day and found the entire entryway and living room strewn with marigold flowers. They bruised easily under his feet, smelling spicy and green, and it made his head pound a little when he closed his eyes. Cautiously, he shifted some aside with one foot to create a clear patch to stand on.
"What the hell?" he said. "Oi, you crazy old hag, what's going on?"
"We're celebrating early!" Maria appeared from around a corner, with more flowers in her hair and in the meshing of her shirt. "But only by a day, and when you're dead, timing that precise doesn't matter." She picked her way towards him, and pressed something into his palm that crumbled a little at his touch. He opened his fingers and found a little sugar skull grinning at him.
"Shouldn't you worry about Halloween, first?" he said. "What kind of witch are you?"
"Ah, I'm good enough." She didn't touch him, but her smile was intimate. "You can help me carve a pumpkin."
She turned away, and the fan of her dark hair smelled like marigolds and smoke and incense: funeral smells. Ban watched as she picked her way easily, somehow avoiding crushing any flowers. He looked at the candy skull in his hand.
Then he popped it into his mouth and followed her.
---
iv. Kanji [Bleach, Orihime and Ichigo]
++++
Her pencil ran out of lead halfway through writing her name and she stared at the half-finished characters and thought about when she'd been a kid and her brother had been teaching her to write, o-ri-hi-me and how she'd always pressed too hard and broken her lead then, too. And she wondered if really once kanji had meant to be the illustrations of stories rather than their
words, because really, the princess didn't look like a princess unless maybe you wanted to interpret it as modern art. But if you put a single kanji on a canvas it wasn't art, it was calligraphy, and that was like art but with a whole separate word for it. Nobody framed single kanji and hung it in museums and talked about how these lines here represent the sadness of man until a famous kaitou-san would come and steal it and suddenly! There'd be a dramatic chase as the thief ran because if he was captured no one would ever free the princess from her tower --
"Oi, Inoue."
"Eh? Ah! Kurosaki-kun!" She fumbled with her empty pencil, then blinked. "I think the princess must be good as any Mona Lisa, if the kaitou-san is willing to die for her!"
"Ah, really?" Kurosaki-kun's expression didn't change. He handed her a pencil that had a few bitemarks on the end and half an eraser left. "Here."
She blinked at him, then went back to her work.
---
v. Fly Away [tactics, DEATH AU]
++++
A bird's heart can beat over a hundred times faster than that of a human, but a tengu's heart beats slower; even under exertion there is something heavier and more solid in their pulse, like the weight of untold years. A bird's heart sighs when it stops; a human's heart rumbles.
A tengu makes no sound at all.
Raikou spreads his fingers and presses down harder with his palm, and Ichinomiya's pulse skips a little. His skin is cold to the touch. Shock from blood loss is a nasty thing, and Ichinomiya, who is pale naturally, looks almost transparent, like worn old paper.
"What do you think, Sensei?" he asks, smiling. "Will the Oni-Eater come for you now?"
Ichinomiya's lips move without sound; blood bubbles up and pops on them. Raikou, solicitous, wipes it away with his handkerchief.
"Of course not," he answers himself, for Ichinomiya. "Ghosts you and I know very well, but youkai don't come back from the dead."
Under his hand, Ichinomiya's heartbeat skips again. It's speeding up in skittering, desperate leaps as his heart tries to compensate for his injuries. On the ground, Ichinomiya's long fingers twitch, but they likely can no longer feel the juzu he is clutching.
"Maybe you'll meet again," Raikou says kindly. Ah, and there, there Ichinomiya's heart is groaning, it's losing its momentum to exhaustion. "With your attachment to him, I would believe it of you."
And then Ichinomiya flies away from him, and Raikou presses those eyes closed.
---
vi. Welcome Home [FMA, Elrics]
++++
The baby was a tiny squalling red thing and Ed leaned back, inexplicably afraid.
"You have to be strong, Edward," his father said, and put a warm hand on Ed's shoulder, which he grabbed for support. "Alphonse will be counting on you."
Ed stuck a finger in his mouth and looked up at his father, wide-eyed, then at the squirming bundle in his mother's arms.
"Edward," she said, and Ed crept forward again. The baby opened milky blue eyes to stare back. Its toothless mouth seemed too wide for its small face.
"... Oh," said Ed, surprised. "I know you."
Something gurgled in the baby's throat, almost like agreement, and when Ed held out a hesitant hand, the baby reached back and grabbed his finger. Ed blinked, and then remembered what his mother liked to say to his father -- their mother, their father -- whenever he returned from his trips. "Welcome home."
---
vii. A Story About Hair [D.Gray-man, Allen and Rinali]
++++
The attempt to dye Allen's hair for his disguise was a spectacular failure.
"It wouldn't be such a problem if your hair wasn't white," Rinali told him, as she tried to wipe excess black off her fingers with a crumpled towel. "It makes you look very obvious."
Allen winced. "Obvious?" he parroted. "Rinali ..."
"White hair suits you," she said earnestly. "But it makes you very noticeable. You stand out, and then people remember you. That can be dangerous, for us."
Allen ran a hand through his hair, and ended up getting streaks of black on his fingers and palms. Sometimes, he still found sandy-brown hairs caught in the sleeves of his oldest shirt. "... Oh," he said, staring at his hand. Rinali sat up on her knees and toweled his head again. "I could just wear my hood up ..."
"You might have to, at this rate." Rinali sighed. "Ah, I'm sorry, Allen. I tried."
"Thank you," he said politely. "I think it should be fine, though."
Rinali's expression turned inward for a moment, as she tried to work black ink from the quick of her nails. "It will be," she said with confidence, and then smiled. "I'll see you when you're back, Allen."
In spite of himself, he smiled back. "I'm off."
---
viii. witches [Firefly, River and Simon]
++++
On the right day she put a crown of leaves into her hair and stepped out on careful feet, holding her arms out. She had no cobwebs, but one of Inara's shawls served well enough, draped over her shoulders. The necklace, she couldn't remember finding, but added its weight around her neck regardless.
"Today," she told her brother, "I will be a witch."
He stopped in the middle of washing his hands, and frowned at her. "River, you're not --"
"I wasn't then," she said, "but I will be today." She lifted her hands and crooked her fingers at him. "Boo."
---
ix. all the cool vampires [tactics, Kantarou and Youko]
++++
"Kan-chan, no." Youko's tone was firm. "We can't afford anything like that."
"Ehhh, but Youko-chan!" Kantarou hugged the black silk to his chest. "Don't you think it looks cool? And it even has red velvet trimming, it's perfect!"
"And where is the money going to come from, huh?" She put her hands on her hips, meeting his pout with a scowl. "Kan-chan, we barely had enough to even buy fish today!"
"Youko-chaaaaaaan!"
"No! No, no, no!" She stomped one foot, then crossed her arms over her chest. "Put it back right now!"
Kantarou looked regretfully down at the cloak, then swung it around his shoulders. He kept part of it draped over one arm and lifted it over the lower half of his face. "Ah, but Youko-chan! I think it suits me very well, don't you think? It's important to look good in today's society --"
"Kan-chan, it makes you look awful." Youko clicked her tongue. "You're too pale for black! Stick with what you have."
"Ehhhh, Youko-chan, stingy!"
"It's because I'm stingy we're still able to eat!" Youko threw her hands into the air. "Honestly, first tengu, now vampires? Kan-chan, you should stop buying those English novels! They're giving you strange ideas!"
"But they're interesting!" Kantarou protested. "And they help with my English! Youko-chan --"
"Kan-chan, put it back." Youko's tone booked no argument. "If you were a little more responsible, then maybe, but since you're not, no!"
With a regretful sigh, Kantarou took the cloak off and folded it up again, replacing it on the vendor's stall where he'd picked it up. "Youko-chan never lets me have any fun."
"Yes, yes, Youko-chan is a slave driver." She caught his arm firmly and pulled him away. "Let's go, Kan-chan."
---
x. Ghosts
[GetBackers, Ban and Gini]
+++
"Ehh, there goes another one!" Ginji leaned dangerously far back on his stool, peering at the crowd of chattering schoolgirls that walked past the Honky Tonk. "She's got cat ears, Ban-chan!"
"It's a stupid habit," Ban said. He scowled down at his half-finished poster. "We've got more important things to think about. Like work."
"But it's cute," Ginji protested, twisting to watch her go. "Ah, look! That one has a witch's hat!"
The pencil snapped in Ban's hand. "Ginji," he said. "Work."
"Ban-chaaaan, I want to dress up too! Nenee, it'd be fun!" Ginji turned huge brown eyes on Ban, puffy-cheeked. "Don't you think?"
"Dressing up is only for weirdoes who have too much time on their hands, or kids." Ban shook the broken pencil in Ginji's face. "If you want to eat, you have to work! That's how it goes!"
"We could work while dressed up," Ginji said hopefully. "Who knows! Maybe we'd get more attention that way!"
"That, and reputations as cosplay freaks." Ban groaned, and pushed his glasses up long enough to rub his eyes. "Ahhh, business shouldn't be so damn slow! We'll starve at this rate!"
Ginji watched as a young woman walked past, holding the hand of a little boy dressed like a ninja. "It looks like fun, though ..."
"There's no point," Ban said again, and opened one eye to glare at Ginji. "None of us have ghosts we'd like to meet."
"Ghosts?" Ginji gave him a blank look. "I saw one of those earlier! It wasn't a very good costume, though. It looked sort of like a sheet with holes cut into it."
"Not those kind of ghosts, idiot. Real ones." Ban dropped the broken pieces of his pencil and tapped out a cigarette, lighting it. "This is the time of year for 'em."
"Eh, really?" Ginji straightened. "Ghosts, huh ..."
"Ghosts," Ban repeated. "Bastards who never learned to give up and pass on peacefully. The old hag used to set out food for 'em this time of year."
"Maria-san did?"
"Her too." Ban exhaled a plume of smoke, looking at his sign with some disgust, then tapping ash onto it. "Just forget about it, Ginji. The dressing up is only for today -- but an empty stomach, that's a reoccurring problem." He stared into space, and the tip of his cigarette continued to slowly burn down.
Natsumi emerged from the Honky Tonk's small kitchen, bearing two plates of sandwiches. "Ban-san, Ginji-san," she said. "My treat, since you two have been working hard."
Ginji lit up. "Really? Yay! Natsumi-chan's the best!"
She put the dishes in front of them, matching Ginji's smile with one of her own. "You should enjoy tonight," she said. "Even if you don't have money, it's good to have dinner at least."
"Yeah!" Ginji clapped his hands together. "Thanks for the food!"
Ban picked up half his sandwich and eyed it thoughtfully; she'd put in the sort of things that she knew he'd like, that he'd ordered before -- lots of meat and a few thinly-shaved onions. Ginji was wolfing down his food with the vigor of a starving man, complimenting her with his mouth full.
Through the front glass window of the Honky Tonk, another person dressed as a ghost wandered past, long sheet fluttering. He turned a corner and vanished.
"Ban-chan, if you don't want your sandwich, can I have it?"
Ban brought his fist down on Ginji's wandering hand. "Get your own," he said, and took a bite.
Life goes on, huzzah. Thanks to everyone who guessed yesterday~ the friend in question was
miss_arel, who had dressed up as the Ankh-Morpork Patrician, Vetinari. In honor of the trick-or-treaters and tonight, everyone who comes to my LJ ('cos I know a good chunk of you are just here for the fic), ficlets! Multi-fandom, and none are particularly long -- the longest is less than 600 words -- like those bite-sized pieces of candy you buy for trick-or-treaters. XD Not all of them are particularly Halloween-themed, but I had fun anyway.
Hope people like~ :D
i. tea philosophy [FMA, Roy/Ed]
+++
Ed doesn't like tea, where the flavor is a only little bitterness after he swallows. He prefers coffee, though usually his half-cup goes cold by his elbow as he reads. If he remembers to drink, the taste is direct and unquestioning, which he prefers.
When the Colonel kisses him for the first time it's more a mistake than anything else, a comedy of errors that's not funny yet. It leaves a phantom taste, like tea or a bad memory. The second time they kiss Ed bites until he tastes blood.
That, he says later, is what makes it real.
Violence? Roy asks, with red on his lips. I'm not sure I expected that of you.
Ed shakes his head. Not violence, he says, and puts his left hand on Roy's throat, feeling the pulse there. Life.
---
ii. No Kiss [Bleach, Soi Fong-->Yoruichi]
++++
Thus passed the goddess: even in heavy boots, Yoruichi's feet made no sound. She was loud but always fleeting, like the memory of a spider's work; for all her opulence, she left very little behind.
Soi Fong kneels on the barren floor and spreads her fingers as wide as possible, like maybe she can find answers in the ground upon which that person walked. After a moment, she folds herself down and waits for her heart to stop.
When that does not happen, she stands, dry-eyed, and wipes cobwebs from her lips. She leaves, and does not look back.
---
iii. Day of the Dead [GetBackers, Ban and Maria]
++++
Ban came home from school one day and found the entire entryway and living room strewn with marigold flowers. They bruised easily under his feet, smelling spicy and green, and it made his head pound a little when he closed his eyes. Cautiously, he shifted some aside with one foot to create a clear patch to stand on.
"What the hell?" he said. "Oi, you crazy old hag, what's going on?"
"We're celebrating early!" Maria appeared from around a corner, with more flowers in her hair and in the meshing of her shirt. "But only by a day, and when you're dead, timing that precise doesn't matter." She picked her way towards him, and pressed something into his palm that crumbled a little at his touch. He opened his fingers and found a little sugar skull grinning at him.
"Shouldn't you worry about Halloween, first?" he said. "What kind of witch are you?"
"Ah, I'm good enough." She didn't touch him, but her smile was intimate. "You can help me carve a pumpkin."
She turned away, and the fan of her dark hair smelled like marigolds and smoke and incense: funeral smells. Ban watched as she picked her way easily, somehow avoiding crushing any flowers. He looked at the candy skull in his hand.
Then he popped it into his mouth and followed her.
---
iv. Kanji [Bleach, Orihime and Ichigo]
++++
Her pencil ran out of lead halfway through writing her name and she stared at the half-finished characters and thought about when she'd been a kid and her brother had been teaching her to write, o-ri-hi-me and how she'd always pressed too hard and broken her lead then, too. And she wondered if really once kanji had meant to be the illustrations of stories rather than their
words, because really, the princess didn't look like a princess unless maybe you wanted to interpret it as modern art. But if you put a single kanji on a canvas it wasn't art, it was calligraphy, and that was like art but with a whole separate word for it. Nobody framed single kanji and hung it in museums and talked about how these lines here represent the sadness of man until a famous kaitou-san would come and steal it and suddenly! There'd be a dramatic chase as the thief ran because if he was captured no one would ever free the princess from her tower --
"Oi, Inoue."
"Eh? Ah! Kurosaki-kun!" She fumbled with her empty pencil, then blinked. "I think the princess must be good as any Mona Lisa, if the kaitou-san is willing to die for her!"
"Ah, really?" Kurosaki-kun's expression didn't change. He handed her a pencil that had a few bitemarks on the end and half an eraser left. "Here."
She blinked at him, then went back to her work.
---
v. Fly Away [tactics, DEATH AU]
++++
A bird's heart can beat over a hundred times faster than that of a human, but a tengu's heart beats slower; even under exertion there is something heavier and more solid in their pulse, like the weight of untold years. A bird's heart sighs when it stops; a human's heart rumbles.
A tengu makes no sound at all.
Raikou spreads his fingers and presses down harder with his palm, and Ichinomiya's pulse skips a little. His skin is cold to the touch. Shock from blood loss is a nasty thing, and Ichinomiya, who is pale naturally, looks almost transparent, like worn old paper.
"What do you think, Sensei?" he asks, smiling. "Will the Oni-Eater come for you now?"
Ichinomiya's lips move without sound; blood bubbles up and pops on them. Raikou, solicitous, wipes it away with his handkerchief.
"Of course not," he answers himself, for Ichinomiya. "Ghosts you and I know very well, but youkai don't come back from the dead."
Under his hand, Ichinomiya's heartbeat skips again. It's speeding up in skittering, desperate leaps as his heart tries to compensate for his injuries. On the ground, Ichinomiya's long fingers twitch, but they likely can no longer feel the juzu he is clutching.
"Maybe you'll meet again," Raikou says kindly. Ah, and there, there Ichinomiya's heart is groaning, it's losing its momentum to exhaustion. "With your attachment to him, I would believe it of you."
And then Ichinomiya flies away from him, and Raikou presses those eyes closed.
---
vi. Welcome Home [FMA, Elrics]
++++
The baby was a tiny squalling red thing and Ed leaned back, inexplicably afraid.
"You have to be strong, Edward," his father said, and put a warm hand on Ed's shoulder, which he grabbed for support. "Alphonse will be counting on you."
Ed stuck a finger in his mouth and looked up at his father, wide-eyed, then at the squirming bundle in his mother's arms.
"Edward," she said, and Ed crept forward again. The baby opened milky blue eyes to stare back. Its toothless mouth seemed too wide for its small face.
"... Oh," said Ed, surprised. "I know you."
Something gurgled in the baby's throat, almost like agreement, and when Ed held out a hesitant hand, the baby reached back and grabbed his finger. Ed blinked, and then remembered what his mother liked to say to his father -- their mother, their father -- whenever he returned from his trips. "Welcome home."
---
vii. A Story About Hair [D.Gray-man, Allen and Rinali]
++++
The attempt to dye Allen's hair for his disguise was a spectacular failure.
"It wouldn't be such a problem if your hair wasn't white," Rinali told him, as she tried to wipe excess black off her fingers with a crumpled towel. "It makes you look very obvious."
Allen winced. "Obvious?" he parroted. "Rinali ..."
"White hair suits you," she said earnestly. "But it makes you very noticeable. You stand out, and then people remember you. That can be dangerous, for us."
Allen ran a hand through his hair, and ended up getting streaks of black on his fingers and palms. Sometimes, he still found sandy-brown hairs caught in the sleeves of his oldest shirt. "... Oh," he said, staring at his hand. Rinali sat up on her knees and toweled his head again. "I could just wear my hood up ..."
"You might have to, at this rate." Rinali sighed. "Ah, I'm sorry, Allen. I tried."
"Thank you," he said politely. "I think it should be fine, though."
Rinali's expression turned inward for a moment, as she tried to work black ink from the quick of her nails. "It will be," she said with confidence, and then smiled. "I'll see you when you're back, Allen."
In spite of himself, he smiled back. "I'm off."
---
viii. witches [Firefly, River and Simon]
++++
On the right day she put a crown of leaves into her hair and stepped out on careful feet, holding her arms out. She had no cobwebs, but one of Inara's shawls served well enough, draped over her shoulders. The necklace, she couldn't remember finding, but added its weight around her neck regardless.
"Today," she told her brother, "I will be a witch."
He stopped in the middle of washing his hands, and frowned at her. "River, you're not --"
"I wasn't then," she said, "but I will be today." She lifted her hands and crooked her fingers at him. "Boo."
---
ix. all the cool vampires [tactics, Kantarou and Youko]
++++
"Kan-chan, no." Youko's tone was firm. "We can't afford anything like that."
"Ehhh, but Youko-chan!" Kantarou hugged the black silk to his chest. "Don't you think it looks cool? And it even has red velvet trimming, it's perfect!"
"And where is the money going to come from, huh?" She put her hands on her hips, meeting his pout with a scowl. "Kan-chan, we barely had enough to even buy fish today!"
"Youko-chaaaaaaan!"
"No! No, no, no!" She stomped one foot, then crossed her arms over her chest. "Put it back right now!"
Kantarou looked regretfully down at the cloak, then swung it around his shoulders. He kept part of it draped over one arm and lifted it over the lower half of his face. "Ah, but Youko-chan! I think it suits me very well, don't you think? It's important to look good in today's society --"
"Kan-chan, it makes you look awful." Youko clicked her tongue. "You're too pale for black! Stick with what you have."
"Ehhhh, Youko-chan, stingy!"
"It's because I'm stingy we're still able to eat!" Youko threw her hands into the air. "Honestly, first tengu, now vampires? Kan-chan, you should stop buying those English novels! They're giving you strange ideas!"
"But they're interesting!" Kantarou protested. "And they help with my English! Youko-chan --"
"Kan-chan, put it back." Youko's tone booked no argument. "If you were a little more responsible, then maybe, but since you're not, no!"
With a regretful sigh, Kantarou took the cloak off and folded it up again, replacing it on the vendor's stall where he'd picked it up. "Youko-chan never lets me have any fun."
"Yes, yes, Youko-chan is a slave driver." She caught his arm firmly and pulled him away. "Let's go, Kan-chan."
---
x. Ghosts
[GetBackers, Ban and Gini]
+++
"Ehh, there goes another one!" Ginji leaned dangerously far back on his stool, peering at the crowd of chattering schoolgirls that walked past the Honky Tonk. "She's got cat ears, Ban-chan!"
"It's a stupid habit," Ban said. He scowled down at his half-finished poster. "We've got more important things to think about. Like work."
"But it's cute," Ginji protested, twisting to watch her go. "Ah, look! That one has a witch's hat!"
The pencil snapped in Ban's hand. "Ginji," he said. "Work."
"Ban-chaaaan, I want to dress up too! Nenee, it'd be fun!" Ginji turned huge brown eyes on Ban, puffy-cheeked. "Don't you think?"
"Dressing up is only for weirdoes who have too much time on their hands, or kids." Ban shook the broken pencil in Ginji's face. "If you want to eat, you have to work! That's how it goes!"
"We could work while dressed up," Ginji said hopefully. "Who knows! Maybe we'd get more attention that way!"
"That, and reputations as cosplay freaks." Ban groaned, and pushed his glasses up long enough to rub his eyes. "Ahhh, business shouldn't be so damn slow! We'll starve at this rate!"
Ginji watched as a young woman walked past, holding the hand of a little boy dressed like a ninja. "It looks like fun, though ..."
"There's no point," Ban said again, and opened one eye to glare at Ginji. "None of us have ghosts we'd like to meet."
"Ghosts?" Ginji gave him a blank look. "I saw one of those earlier! It wasn't a very good costume, though. It looked sort of like a sheet with holes cut into it."
"Not those kind of ghosts, idiot. Real ones." Ban dropped the broken pieces of his pencil and tapped out a cigarette, lighting it. "This is the time of year for 'em."
"Eh, really?" Ginji straightened. "Ghosts, huh ..."
"Ghosts," Ban repeated. "Bastards who never learned to give up and pass on peacefully. The old hag used to set out food for 'em this time of year."
"Maria-san did?"
"Her too." Ban exhaled a plume of smoke, looking at his sign with some disgust, then tapping ash onto it. "Just forget about it, Ginji. The dressing up is only for today -- but an empty stomach, that's a reoccurring problem." He stared into space, and the tip of his cigarette continued to slowly burn down.
Natsumi emerged from the Honky Tonk's small kitchen, bearing two plates of sandwiches. "Ban-san, Ginji-san," she said. "My treat, since you two have been working hard."
Ginji lit up. "Really? Yay! Natsumi-chan's the best!"
She put the dishes in front of them, matching Ginji's smile with one of her own. "You should enjoy tonight," she said. "Even if you don't have money, it's good to have dinner at least."
"Yeah!" Ginji clapped his hands together. "Thanks for the food!"
Ban picked up half his sandwich and eyed it thoughtfully; she'd put in the sort of things that she knew he'd like, that he'd ordered before -- lots of meat and a few thinly-shaved onions. Ginji was wolfing down his food with the vigor of a starving man, complimenting her with his mouth full.
Through the front glass window of the Honky Tonk, another person dressed as a ghost wandered past, long sheet fluttering. He turned a corner and vanished.
"Ban-chan, if you don't want your sandwich, can I have it?"
Ban brought his fist down on Ginji's wandering hand. "Get your own," he said, and took a bite.
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Meep to Tactics Death fic, very nicely written...but still, Kan-chan dying, meep, just...MEEP. They soo would meet up in the after life though, they're both too stubborn not too ;)
Squee to the cute happy Elric brothers, that was just adorable and felt so right.
Heheh, picturing Allen with non-white hair, weird thought. Rinali being sweet with him, always nice...
River, oh River, how I adore you. I can so clearly picture her tone saying that and Simon's expression. Oh why oh why is there not more Firefly. Le sigh.
YAY to happy Tactics fic. Hehe, Kan-chan in a cloak, *snerk*
And GB cuteness...truly, by love for BanGin rabu rabu will never, NEVER die! And as always you write them oh so wonderfully. Much love....:)
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Really, I'm glad to know my GB stuff is still readable♥ Thank you so much for the kind comments♥
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But thank you, I'm glad you liked these♥!
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I skipped the D-Grayman and the GetBackers ones, but the rest were all lovely! Your prose in the Yoruichi/Soi Fong one and the Roy/Ed one was especially lovely, and the Vampire!Kan jsut made me giggle. And the Kantarou death scene? Broke me. ;_;
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I do not promise to never write death AU again, but I will very likely counter it with SICKENING FLUFF. 8D
I'm glad you liked! ♥
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Thanks so much for sharing these~! ♥
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Kantarou would totally make the WORST VAMPIRE EVER. But he'd think he was really cool, which is what counts. XD
Thanks for reading these and taking the time to comment♥♥
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Oh, Soi Fong, you poor, crazy, angsty little ninja you. XD
... Best Orihime evar, Terra-chan. So very her. The wandering thoughts were wonderful and perfect. And Ichigo being used to it. Love.
And the Tactics ones... first one killed me dead, while the second one was awesome. I love Kan-chan and Youko's interactions. ^_^
Lastly, Firefly. River was perfect, and I can just picture poor Simon staring at her blankly unable to formulate a response.
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Kantarou/Youko is secretly a vice of mine. 8D So I'm glad their interactions came off okay, and WOO I'm glad river sounds like herself. XD Her headspace is so damn hard to find. D:
♥♥ Glad you liked these, Kari-dragons~♥
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Tch. Me too, the cuteness cannot be resisted. XD Well.... her headspace is kind of... out there. Why Jen can find it so well, I don't want to know.
Of course I liked them! You're one of my favorite fic writers!♥ And I need a dragon icon, for when I am Kari-dragons. XP
... And sorry if LJ alerts spam your inbox. LJ's being a bastard and won't let me properly comment.
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I'm so glad you liked them~~ ♥♥♥
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Do you mind if I friend you?
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And no, I don't mind if you friend me at all -- I write slowly and tend to ramble about a lot of inconsequential things, but I always like meeting new people. :)
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I can't write angst for nuts, so I have all respect for those who do it well ^_^
Thanks - have friended you :)
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