October 3rd, 2008


Fanfic Drabble: Hot Scrambled Peace

An actual drabble, holy smokes. 100 words, exactly. This is kind of addictive.

Title: Hot Scrambled Peace
Requester: gallo_de_pelea in a random comment on gogoangelgunboy's journal actually... I get kicked in the head in the oddest places.
Series: Samurai Champloo, Bleach crossover
Topic: Kuukaku/Mugen, she's on top.

Mugen blamed the squid skewers; but, really, it was the laughter, that open-throated laughter rolling from her whole hard lithe body. Especially beautiful when she laughed right in the befuddled officious face of the policeman sent to "keep the peace".

The troop came running, went flying. The explosion cleared the restaurant.

He jumped her, steel hissing. She laughed, black eyes bright, as she slid, rolled, shimmied inside his reach and swing, always beyond the edge of his sword. Breath then teeth flashed hot against his throat, hotter than next blast.

She shattered the peace and stole his heart.
bloody Byakuya

Drabble: What Time Might Take

Title: What Time Might Take
Requester: chuchacz
Topic: Byakuya/Renji  "Autumn"

Kouyou, the viewing of falling maple leaves, as closely followed as spring's hanami, and, for Kuchiki Byakuya, less fraught with memories of blood for all that the leaves more closely resembled that color.

He sat seiza. Thick earthenware cup warmed his hands. The bitter green scent of matcha rose in the cold air. He watched Renji, Rukia, and Ichigo laughing, pelting each other with crisp leaves, uncaring of the transience of that which they so roughly handled.

His vice-captain turned, his hair a copper flame that burned in slanting light; and Byakuya's throat went dry, knowing what time might take.