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[TRC] Perfect; A Christmas Drabble

2006-12-24T22:27:21Z

Rawr. So I finally have holiday spirit AND spare energy at the same time! *le gasp*. Closest thing to a christmas present for my f-list as I can afford. ^__^; Enjoy.

Notes: This is a post-Tokyo thing, and the Syaoran who's POV this is in is the Real Syaoran.

Perfect - A TRC Christmas Drabble
Rating: G
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Pairings: Possible Syaoran-Syaoran-ness, accidentally.
Words: 215
Disclaimer: TRC is CLAMP's. Drabble is mine.

It was almost perfect.

Syaoran's eyes wandered around the darkened room, taking in the preparations they had made. They had studied various pictures of this "Christmas", and gotten considerable help from Mokona, and the result was quite the display of holiday cheer. A Christmas tree, strung with lights, a little wilted and crooked. Tinsel from wall to wall. A plate of milk and cookies, for the mysterious "Santa", Kurogane insisted would murder them in their sleep. All the residents of the house were asleep, or would be, once he turned in.

Everything was so normal, you'd think any family had set it up; a fairly incredible feat, considering they weren't any sort of 'normal' family. And yet...something was off.

His gaze fell upon the stockings over the fireplace. Each with a name, each waiting to be filled with gifts for that specific person. Five of them.

Five...

That was it. Gently, from their box of decorations, Syaoran withdrew the missing piece. He smiled, fingering the soft fabric, before hanging a sixth stocking next to the others. Next to his. It had no name on it; there was no need. He knew.

As he exited the room at last, to let sleep have him, he looked back at the stockings, with sad eyes.

"Perfect.", he whispered.

Merry Christmas to all, and yes, I miss him too. :/

[TRC] Flaws

2006-12-14T11:08:23Z

This is a Post-TRC fic. When all is said and done, no one's psychotic anymore, and blah. I tried. >_>
Request by okami_rei: Syaoran x Syaoran; TRC

Flaws - Romance/Angst/One-shot
Rating: PG
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Pairings: Syaoran x Syaoran, Less SakuSyao then would fill a dixie cup.
Words: 301
Warnings: Kissing. Shounen-ai. Syaorancest. Tokyo Spoilers (kinda)
Disclaimer: Syaoran (x2) and TRC = CLAMP's. Flaws = Mine.

Syaoran really wished he'd stop looking at the flaws to it.

When all was said and done, and the second Syaoran became their ally again, they were two. Both Syaoran. Both "real". One and two. Simple.

His other, however, said it was wrong. He was "undeserving". The blood of thousands, the tears of the Princess who loved him, and the pain of one who held him close now... the one who was always watching. Always...

"I'm just a copy. You're more than I could ever accept." He lowered his head, his bangs obscuring his mismatched eyes. He didn't push away, though, as a pair of familiar arms wrapped themselves tightly around his shoulders and chest, pulling him in, making them two again. A warm breeze down the neck. A whisper in the ear.

"But your flaws don't matter to me..."

The grip tightened as one hand drifted upward, fingers trailing up the other's neck and cheek slowly, firmly, finally coming to a halt beneath his chin, tilting it upward. Their eyes met. Concerned amber eyes met distraught patchwork ones as he spoke.

"Because you aren't me. You're more." Syaoran smiled slightly, as he tilted his other's head again, leaning inwards towards him.

"...Because you're the one I chose" And he kissed him. Gently, and then fully, passionately, until Syaoran released his other's head, and they broke apart, still close enough to feel the heat from their flushed cheeks; to share the same breath.

Hesitation. Neither spoke. Syaoran's arm was still wrapped around his mirror's shoulders, which still hung limp, as before. And all at once, he jerked into motion; twisting his body around, he threw his arms around Syaoran's waist, allowing his head to rest on his shoulder. He allowed his eyes to slip closed, feeling at ease at last.

"Even with all my flaws?"

"You're you. We're us. There are no flaws to that."

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This is actually my first published/finished Syaorancest fic. o.o Pretty disappointing from its fandom's self-declared leader, huh? Basically, every other smexy scenario was really kind of...."bad". And okami_rei wanted it mild. ^^; Hope it was okay.

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[TRC] Metallic

2006-11-19T08:27:40Z

Request by rubychan05: Seishirou x Syaoran, TRC

Metallic - Angst/One-shot
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Pairings: Seishirou x Syaoran, bit of Seishirou x Subaru
Words: 514
Warnings: Kissing. Shounen-ai. (Does this need a warning?) Character Death.
Disclaimer: Sei-chan and Syaoran are CLAMP's bitches. Fic is all that's mine.

It was a rather desirable way to die, now that he thought about it.

At the time, the man hadn't really paid much attention to the sword that hovered between he and his prey, or the fact that the sword was being driven straight towards his chest. His prey was all that mattered.

And now, the great predator lay dying, the sword of his prey thrust through his chest, its stunned wielder sprayed with streaks of red. The predator's, his childhood mentor's blood.

Silence, as the injured man crumpled to his knees, followed by the other, in stunned horror. Trembling he extended a hand up to the wounded man's face, trailing his fingertips along his pale skin.

"Seishirou-san...."

Seishirou smiled under the touch of the other's hand, and with a jerk, gripped the sword before him, and sliding it carefully away from him. As came loose, another splash of crimson dripped from him, further staining the young man before him.

"You really have gotten better, Syaoran-kun."

As he said this, he crumpled, his shoulders falling heavily upon Syaoran's, causing his sword to clatter to the ground abruptly, as tears began to form in the younger man's eyes.

"You're just like him.... you know...." Seishirou's voice was barely more than a whisper, as he raised his head. His single good eye stared into his, unblinkingly.

"...I'm so sorry..." Syaoran clenched his eyes shut, unable to look his childhood mentor in the eyes, and suddenly felt a hand grace his cheek. His eyes flashed open, as suddenly, a pair of lips were pressed lightly against his cheek. His breath caught for a moment, and then he exhaled slightly. Tilting his head to better face Seishirou, he answered the kiss with one of his own, on the older man's lips. His tongue met his briefly, and he felt a seeping metallic taste in his mouth. Blood. He quickly withdrew, and looked concernedly at Seishirou. A single streak of red ran from his mouth, a sight Syaoran had grown use to seeing after the numerous worlds and battles he'd waged.

Yes... if not by his hand... this would suffice.

"Seishirou-san...?" His voice wavered. Silence. Both of Seishirou's eyes now stared vacantly up at him, lifeless, dull.
And the reality of what had happened hit him like a canonball.

Nearly an hour later, when Kurogane arrived, and discovered his younger companion, a single, shining feather was clutched in his hand, and the familiar body of a much older man lay motionless in the boy's lap, staining the pair with red. Syaoran's eyes shone with regret as he turned to stare up at Kurogane, as he approached. He didn't ask... it wasn't his place, but as he handed the kid his sword, and eased him out from under the dead weight to make for the exit, he noticed Syaoran's eyes lingering. He sighed, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You know which is more important, right, kid?"

"Hai..." He took a final glance at the dark haired man he would leave behind at last, before turning away. "But sometimes I wonder."

I've never finished anything for this pairing previously... I'm actually rather pleased with this. I hope you like it, rubychan05! ^^;

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[Harry Potter] Blessing

2006-11-19T08:27:20Z

So Livejournal didn't eat this after all. Thank god. XD

Request by angel_of_summer: Ron x Hermione, Harry Potter

Blessing - Fluff/One-shot
Rating: G
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Ron x Hermione (ish. T_T)
Words: 345
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Do I honestly need to tell you who this belongs to? She's flipping richer than the Queen of her country. XD;

"Honestly!"

"Bull..."

Spread out across a table before the fire were a multitude of historical books and papers. An irritated Ron eyed the brown-haired girl across from him, who's arms were crossed firmly across her chest, a look of annoyance on her face.

Hermione stood, shooting a glare down across the tabletop at the stubborn red-head. "I can't understand why you find it so hard to believe that in many societies women were the dominant gender! A mere smile, or a touch of a woman's hand was a blessing from the gods to some-"

Ron leapt to his feet in response, and interrupted, "Because who would worship women? Men fetch the money, the food...." His voice trailed off, apparently struggling to think of a way to lengthen this list.

Hermione let out a sigh and sat down calmly, covering her face with a palm. "Some boys are just so thick..."

Ron turned his face away from her. "Some girls are just so..." He threw his weight backwards into the seat, and there was a silence, as the chair began to tilt backward on it's rear pair of legs. Then, all at once, the chair tipped completely backwards, sending Ron's feet high in the air, back flat on the common room floor with a cry of "Wah-!"

Hermione blinked for a moment, her head tilted slightly to the side. Then all at once, she burst into a fit of laughter, and rose from her chair, walking over to where Ron lay sprawled in a state of confusion. She bent over slightly, and held her palm out to him.

"What's that for?" He grumbled, suspiciously. She rolled her eyes, and gripped a hand roughly, easing him up to a sitting position. He continued to glare at her, his cheeks flushed with red, as she kept his hand in hers. Quietly, she sat down beside him, cross-legged, and at last released his hand. She leaned in towards him, bringing her face close to his, beaming.

"Just a little blessing from the gods, Ron."

Ron turned scarlet.

Shit. This sounds so Japanese to me. >.>; Gah. There's so much that feels wrong about this, but I don't think I'll be able to fix it. ><; Sorry, angel_of_summer...

Do they even take history at Hogwarts? When does this take place? x.x;;

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[Code Geass] Simplicity

2006-10-31T10:17:19Z

And the drabbles keep coming~ ;D
Request by ax_sky: Suzaku x Lelouch, Code Geass

Well, I think this works....

Simplicity - Angst/One-shot
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Code Geass - Hangyaku no Lelouch
Pairings: Mild Lelouch x Suzaku... ><; I hope.
Words: 216
Warnings: Charater death, shounen-ai.
Disclaimer: Code Geass belongs to... wait, who are the authors? o.O;; Well, let's say it's not mine for the moment. Could someone tell me the author?

Of all the things that he missed from the days before Britannia, perhaps it was simplicity Lelouch missed the most.

Games of tag in the woods behind his house, scraped knees, getting caught in the rain; Childhood. Companionship.

That feeling of safety one gets when someone grabs you by the hand, and promises not to let go...

"Suzaku...?"

Red, in seeping pools collected around two young men. A boy in a red-stained white uniform, green eyes opened wide though no light shone in them, lay motionless on the cement. The other, in black, also drenched in the same bitter red liquid that could only be blood knelt over the boy, dark eyes pained, looking at nothing but the face of the boy before.

In the span of a few minutes, his worst enemy, defeated; his greatest companion, dead.

"Answer me, Suzaku!" Lelouch grabbed Suzaku's hand, pulling it up to his face, allowing it to rest against his cheek and mouth as he exhaled shakily.

Silence. Two bodies dyed crimson. One limp hand, cold to the touch. The feeling of victory and defeat - of losing something you couldn't afford to lose. Of regret.

Loss. Death. It was simple enough to understand. Simple.... tragic.

Perhaps all this time, it wasn't simplicity he'd missed.

"Suzaku!!"

Perhaps it was affection.

I didn't like this one. :/ Something about it bothers me. *sigh* I hope this was okay. ^^;

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[TRC] Intoxication

2006-10-30T09:51:13Z

Intoxication - Fluff/One-shot
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Pairings: Sakura x Syaoran
Words: 1315
Warnings: Lack of articles of clothing, fluff, Drunk!Princess, Almost!Angst
Disclaimer: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle, Sakura, Syaoran and my Soul belong to CLAMP. This individual fic is mine.

Alcohol. Again with the alcohol. That bittersweet beverage people enjoyed so much, no matter what world they arrived in. His companions seemed to be no exception to this almost 'law', of sorts.

And he didn't have a problem with alcohol. He didn't dislike any sort of food, or liquid, really. In fact, he'd tried alcohol once... or twice. It was warm, and not, dry and wet. Very enjoyable.

A shrill cry of laughter met his ears, and he buried his head beneath his pillow.

"Hyuu hyuu!!!"

"Bastard!"

"Nyaaaa~!"

Just how much liquor had they received from the landlady?

To Syaoran, the after-effect outweighed the actual drinking of the beverage. Alcohol, it seemed, had a strange influence on people; it made them... not themselves. This, combined with the headache in the morning, made for quite the unpleasant experience, overall. For that, Syaoran didn't drink. Not since... well... he just didn't drink anymore. That was that. He'd left the Princess in Kurogane's care, and gone to bed like a civilized, young human being.

A load roaring met his ears, paired with a crash that sounded somewhat like steel meeting sofa. WIncing, he curled up into a ball beneath his sheet, half-curious as to just what was in this country's alcohol, and half-curious as to what the fate of their sofa was. Pushing those thoughts as far to the back of his mind as he could, he closed his eyes. Someone had to be well-rested enough to make the morning's pot of coffee.

Lying there, on yet another unfamiliar mattress, in yet another unfamiliar country he somehow managed to fall into a light sleep.

Sand. Sun. There was always sand and sun in dreams like these. Memories relived. Always the same familiar world, the same familiar smiling girl. This time they were headed down a path... outdoors... He was being led by the hand, childish laughter escaping his and her lips, as she cried his name, happily, lovingly...

"Nyaaaa...."

He flinched.

Something had just licked his ear.

Reflexively, his eyes jerked open, and he rolled as far away from the source of the disturbance as possible, wide awake. Rubbing his now-wet ear furiously, he blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dark of the room. Startlingly, it became instantly obvious who had awoken him, as his face turned from a pale peach to crimson.

Inches from his face, was Sakura's, jade eyes open wide, a mischievous smile on her face. More startling than her face, though, was yet to come.

"Sa-sa-sa-ku...hi-hi...mm...eh"

Syaoran stuttered, hopelessly trying to form coherent thoughts. Unfortunately, the babbling that vaguely resembled her name would have to do. Laying on her stomach, bare toes wiggling in the air, Sakura ran a finger across his cheek, tracing his jaw bone. Continuing, she ran her fingertips down his trembling chest, and paused, lingering at his waist, before withdrawing her hands.

He heaved a sigh of relief and cursed himself, for going to bed with only pants on. After steadying his heartbeat somewhat (he hoped), he cleared his throat and spoke again.

"Sakura-hi-m-me... What are you d-doing?"

"I'm saying hello to Syaoran-kun, nya."

"You l-l-licked my-" He froze, mid-sentence as he spotted what she was wearing. Or rather, not wearing. He hurriedly covered his eyes with a hand, as his face flushed deeper. He felt her eyes on him, watching patiently. Taking a few deep breaths, he removed his hand, but kept his eyes clenched closed.

"P-p-princess.... Where are your pants?"

"Kitties don't wear pants," She stated calmly, wiggling her rear slightly, as if it further proved her point.

Syaoran made the mistake of opening his eyes while this was taking place, and instantly jerked a few more inches away from her. Unfortunately, he'd run out of bed to sit on, and tumbled head first onto the floor, followed painfully by his back and rear, leaving his legs sticking up in the air. Sakura was greatly amused, and she crept cat-like across the bed, and stuck her head between his legs, gazing down at him.

"Nya... Daijoubu, Syaoran-kun?"

It would have been much better, had he not noticed her head suddenly a few feet from his crotch(1), and shot a full 2 feet backwards, smacking his head hard against the wall. Now he was in pain, dizzy, and his princess was sitting pants-less on his bed. This was becoming one interesting night.

"H-h-hai.... Hime...." He said, wincing, and clutching his head. He clenched his eyes shut for a moment before opening them, and lowering his hands to stare at the girl he so longed to protect before him. She was still beaming, her gaze meeting his innocently. With a sigh, he eased himself to his feet, and smiled concernedly at the princess. It had to be done.

"It's time for bed, Sakura-hime."

He bent over the bed, placing a hand on her shoulders and another behind her knees, rolling her onto her back in preparation of him lifting her. Her eyes widened at this and she jerked free of his grasp, latching on to his arm desperately, eyes pleading.

"Iya! Don't.... take me... I want to stay..."

Syaoran felt his face reddening and shook his head. He replied, firmly, eyes never leaving hers.

"Her Highness is not herself tonight. Therefore-"

"Syaoran-kun! You interrupted!"

Interrupting, Sakura frowned up at the boy, tugging childishly at his arm, throwing him off-balance. "I want to stay with Syaoran-kun! Always!"

He froze.

"I don't want to be alone! I don't want to lose you.... agai-"

Her voice cut off mid-word, and she paused for a moment, motionless, eyes vacant. Then, blinking rapidly, she gazed up at Syaoran, smiling again.

"Nyaa..."

And then she fell asleep. Syaoran's price had come back to haunt them once more.

Frozen both in confusion and shock, Syaoran hovered above her, his arm somewhat supporting her suddenly limp frame. He blinked.

"H-hime?"

No response.

"Your room?" As he said this, he attempted to nudge her into his arms again, but at this she whimpered, and he sighed.

"As you wish, Hime."

Slowly, he eased his arm out from behind her, and rotated her so that she lay properly in his bed on her side. She shivered, curling up into a ball, and he instantly dove to cover her with the blanket that he had dragged off of the bed minutes before. She whimpered once more, leaving Syaoran puzzled as to the cause of her discomfort. Quietly, the girl cried out to the night.

"Daa...re..."

It dawned on him instantly, and he lowered his head, whispering an almost reply.

"Ore."

Quietly, and without invitation, he lowered himself to the bed, and swung his legs gently under the covers. Even more gently, he leaned back, to relax on the edge of the pillow he now shared with his princess. As soon as he was fully relaxed, he felt her hand fumble under the covers, until it met with his chest, where it rested, in a half-closed fist. He blushed and replied to her movement, cupping her hand in his, and drawing it close to his face, nervously.

He froze, afraid to take a breath, waiting for the sleeping girl to give some sort of reply, until he could no longer comfortably hold his breath, exhaling softly, his breath passing over their hands. At this, she untensed, a smile spreading across her face, as she leaned inwards towards Syaoran. He froze again, eyes wide, as she leaned ever closer, until at last, her body rested against his, and moved no further.

His heart fluttered, as he felt the touch of her cool skin against his, and her warm breath ruffling his hair, and suddenly smiled broadly. Shifting his weight ever so slightly, to allow for better comfort, he at last closed his eyes.

"Oyasumi... Sakura."

And in the cool night of a nameless city, in one of endless worlds, two lonely children discovered something. Perhaps they weren't as alone as they had previously thought.

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(1)I'm sorry, the only word in my thesaurus for 'crotch' was 'genitals'... and I think that would've been worse. xD; If you have an alternative for this, do let me know. I'm curious. XD; Most creative gets a muffin.

"Iya" being informal for "no", "Dare" being "who", "Ore" being "me"....
Yes. I can't help but use engrish when it comes to these two calling out to each other. *dabs eyes* It just happens.

An almost!request that came out of the Sakura x Syaoran thread @ Capturedwings forums. There's not nearly enough out there for our tastes, so I said I'd write something, if someone gave me a prompt.

"....a setting... hmm, how about Sakura getting drunk while Syaoran's asleep? And then Sakura would climb into Syaoran's bed, thinking it was her room... XD...." -- syaoxsaku_fan

It's not quite what you suggested, but I think it's rather good, all the same. ^^;

Reviews are much appreciated.

[Ouran Host Club] Worth a Thousand Words

2006-10-28T08:42:49Z

Oh my, such an odd start to a journal, this is.

Request by ichiban_ai: "Something Fun", Ouran High School Host Club

Worth a Thousand Words - One-shot
Rating: PG
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairings: Tamaki x ???. If I told you, it'd spoil it~ ;D
Words: 310
Warnings: Crack, Kiss-a-holic!Tamaki
Disclaimer: Ouran Host Club is the Property of Bisco Hatori, of course. This scenario, however, is mine.

"Well, this is interesting, isn't it?"

"Tama-chan! Tama-chan! Look! You're in the newspaper!"

"Nice one, M'lord..."

"Well, this does help the 'poor, struggling' newspaper club sell papers..."

"Everybody loves a scandal..."

"Haruhi~! Avert your eyes!"

Spread across the top of the Third Music Room's large grand piano was the school's club-run newspaper, a full color photo dominating the top of the page. The twins wore matching smirks on their faces, as they restrained panic-stricken Tamaki. Tamaki flailed his legs, as he attempted to free his arms, and looked pleadingly at Haruhi.

Haruhi made several 'tutt'-ing noises, as she stared at the picture Honey pointed at so eagerly. Kyouya adjusted his glasses on his nose, leaning over the club members, and eyed the article's headline.

"'The King's secret love'. My, what will our customers say?"

"He really will kiss anything, then, won't he?"

"Yup! Tama-chan is so full of love, nee, Takashi?"

"Ah-"

Mori-sempai probably would have said something to somewhat calm the situation, but Tamaki interrupted.

"No, Haruhi!! It's not what it looks like! They said it was an article about those who love nature! I never-"

"Kiss-a-holic."

"Eh-"

Tamaki froze, his eyes glazed over, and fell limp, in the twin's grip.

"Kiss-a-holic... Kiss-a-holic... Kiss-a-holic..."

Suddenly curled up in a ball, Tamaki buried his head in his knees, the rest of the Host Club letting out a unified sigh.

There was a brief period of silence, before Honey, tugging at Mori's sleeve, remarked.

"Nee... but why would he use his tounge?"

The twins and Haruhi murmured, glancing at each other in confusion.

"...He probably cared for that tree very much, Mitsukuni."

There was a group mumbling of 'Ahhh....'.

Kyouya smiled to himself, and swore he saw a piece of their currently woe-stricken leader's soul die.

Hah. That was crack. XD; Also, my first finished fanfic attempt outside of the CLAMP fandom! *throws confetti*

Basically, the Newspaper Club told Tamaki they were reporting on how Ouran students love nature, and that was the result. Him ~~raping~~ making out with a tree. XD; Huzzah. Only Tamaki.

Hope you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it, ichiban_ai~! ^^

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