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Five times five times five times...five?

February 28th, 2010 (05:47 pm)

Ask me for five things about a particular character, and I will respond with a list or ficlet. (You know the drill: "Five times Arthur was rubbish at talking to girls," or "Five parking tickets Christina de Souza got")

Fandoms: Naruto, KKM, FFVII, FFXII, Abyss, Symphonia, KH, Ocean's, PW, HP, Hetalia, KHR, Loveless, Shakespeare, anything else I've written in/talked about extensively. And I'm always open to new fandoms.

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Posted by: aya_kun_rose (aya_kun_rose)
Posted at: February 28th, 2010 09:51 am (UTC)

I'll be back with something good, unless you mind me nudging you towards Beatles slash. A gentle nudge, and a smile.

Posted by: midnightdiddle (midnightdiddle)
Posted at: March 2nd, 2010 12:59 pm (UTC)
flowers cherry blossoms

mmm...I can try, but it might not be very accurate.

Posted by: until the world goes boom-boom-boom (hiza_chan)
Posted at: February 28th, 2010 07:49 pm (UTC)

Five times Vaan got himself and Balthier into trouble. ♥

Posted by: midnightdiddle (midnightdiddle)
Posted at: May 6th, 2010 12:52 pm (UTC)
flowers cherry blossoms

one

“I told you not to touch it,” Balthier says sharply. Vaan’s pretty sure it’s uncalled for. The situation may be bad, but yelling isn’t going to help at all.

“How were we supposed to steal it if we couldn’t touch it?” he asks, and if Penelo was there, she’d probably call his tone petulant. He thinks it’s reasonable.

“By not touching it,” Balthier says. He’s digging his nails into Vaan’s wrist sharply, and Vaan winces. If he could actually see the bottom, he’d be tempted to just let go. “Of all the stupid traps to fall for--”

“You should stop yelling,” Vaan says loudly, “or I’m just going to drop you.”

by

“I couldn’t find it,” Vaan says as explanation when he shows up at the fountain with a purse still heavy with gil. Balthier scowls as he leans back on his hands, the spray from the fountain hitting the back of his neck.

“None of this would have happened,” he says, “if you’d just paid attention.”

“I was paying attention,” Vaan says, “you just didn’t make any sense.” He throws himself onto the fountain’s edge next to Balthier, sighing loudly, and Balthier eyes him, eyes the fountain. With one easy shove--

“So now what?” Vaan asks. “I mean, you have an idea of what to do, right?”

And oh, bugger this for a lark. Balthier took in a righteous breath, then slammed his elbow into Vaan’s stomach, sending the little idiot splashing into the fountain.

“You idiot,” Balthier yelled over the sound of Vaan’s frantic splashing, “you sold my airship.”

one

“This time,” Vaan says when he wakes up, “it was not my fault.”

The cell can’t be more than ten feet by fifteen, and Balthier is lying on the floor close enough that Vaan can, when he stretches, jab him with his toe.

“It was.” Balthier doesn’t even bother opening his eyes, just sorta shimmies away from Vaan’s foot. Vaan stretches further, jabs him a little harder.

“It’s not,” Vaan says again. “You didn’t tell me which fork to use, how was I supposed to know when there were twenty forks, and they all looked the same.

“You’re exaggerating,” Balthier says. When Vaan jabs him a third time, he finally groans, sits up and rubs his head. “There were only eleven, and they all looked entirely different.”

“Hmph.” Vaan glares at the far wall for a few minutes then says, darkly, “well, either way, it was your bright idea to sneak into the banquet to begin with.”

Posted by: midnightdiddle (midnightdiddle)
Posted at: May 6th, 2010 12:52 pm (UTC)
flowers cherry blossoms

they

“Wow,” Vaan says in a breathless way, and Balthier wants to hit him. He settles for-- slithering as far away as he can, so he can try to withstand the temptation. “That’s-- wow.”

“What you just gave me,” Balthier says, with much more patience than he feels, “was not a potion, was it, Vaan?”

“Huh? No, it was, I think, but it was pretty old, the label was all faded-- Hey, Balthier, how do you walk? I mean, with all the tentacles and stuff.”

“Vaan,” Balthier snaps, “focus,” but even as he says it, he’s wondering, too, and like that, the hundreds of tentacles that have taken the place of his legs instantly knot up and send him into a worm-like sprawl on the ground.

Balthier’s still trying to extract himself from his own-- tentacles-- when Vaan edges closer, hunkers down close to the ground, and stares at Balthier’s newer, slimier lower parts with an intensity that puts Balthier instantly on the edge.

“What?” Balthier asks suspiciously, tentacles slowly spreading to the side to get him ready to run-- slither-- slink away as fast as a few hundred tentacles can take him.

“Nothing,” Vaan says, voice puzzled, “just... how do you pee?”

fall

“--and his Imperial Majesty offers his sincerest apologies for this terrible misunderstanding,” Zargabaath said as a half-dozen judges carried in coffers, bent under the weight.

“I see,” the king says, and everyone in the room knows that it’s Larsa’s embarrassment that sent Zargabaath with a peace offering, because Archadia has more than enough power to wipe out the entirety of Galbrina. “If I had known that these men were the Emperor's companions...”

When the cuffs are taken off the wrists of Vaan and Balthier, Zargabaath makes a insultingly shallow bow and turns, reaching the doorway to the courtroom before either Vaan or Balthier has begun to move. When it’s clear Zargabaath is more than happy to leave without them, Vaan begins to run, and Balthier trots after him, keeping an eye on the Galbrinian soldiers as he follows.

“We didn’t know she was the king’s daughter,” Vaan says as he catches up to Zargabaath, and Balthier says, “not helping, Vaan,” as Zargabaath wearily says, “really, I don’t want to know.”

Posted by: until the world goes boom-boom-boom (hiza_chan)
Posted at: May 6th, 2010 04:20 pm (UTC)
[Sasu/Naru] Hate sex now?

OH. MY. GOD.

This was so awesome! *flails* Vaan would get them into constant trouble. Damn, I can't pick a favorite!

Posted by: midnightdiddle (midnightdiddle)
Posted at: May 15th, 2010 05:39 am (UTC)
flowers cherry blossoms

:D Haha, thank you! I shudder to think what actually living with Vaan would be like. He's, like, constant obliviousness and naivety and optimism, especially all together, would just be a walking disaster, I think.

Posted by: ✩ Lex (sparkism)
Posted at: March 1st, 2010 12:53 am (UTC)

hmm, because I've been on an HP kick lately...

Fives times Remus wishes he'd stopped James and Sirius's latest prank.

Posted by: midnightdiddle (midnightdiddle)
Posted at: March 2nd, 2010 01:25 pm (UTC)
zelda down

1. "Lost the only picture of me Mum, too," Hagrid said sadly, and Remus patted his hand as gently as he could.

2. After the prank with the Whomping Willow, Snape stops talking to Remus, or even looking at him. James and Sirius are properly repentant, and Peter has the vague, clueless look that means he had no idea, so there's not really anyone Remus can get mad at, or even a reason to get mad. But still, Remus is mad. He's furious. Every time he has five minutes to himself, he thinks up long, brutal speeches to throw in James and Sirius's faces. Thinks up cruel little things to do, to turn fleas loose in Sirius's bed and to tell Lily what James really does on the weekends.

Mostly, though, Remus hurts. He remembers when he was a first year, before all his classmates became third years, before they learned how to be so cruel. He remembers when, sometimes, he used to talk to Snape. When they used to partner up for flying lessons, and when Remus would share dried toad eyes with Snape. Now, Snape won't look at him, won't walk down the same hallway, twenty feet away.

Prank by prank, and Remus feels like his world is shrinking.

3. When Filch's jaw quivered, like the old man was about to cry, only couldn't remember how, Remus wished he knew how to turn back time.

4. The prank is all Sirius's idea, but Remus figures out what's going on pretty quickly. He doesn't do anything, though, because he's got a directed study with Professor Purgledon this term and the full moon is coming up. he's too tired, too busy, and it's time James fought his own fights.

Two weeks later, though, Lily looks at Sirius with bright eyes, her lips parted and her face flushed, and Sirius is looking at her the same; James is looking like he's going to fall down, and Remus can feel his heart stagger to a painful halt.

"It didn't mean anything," Sirius says the next night when they're brushing their teeth. Remus doesn't say anything, but his heart still doesn't feel like it's beating.

5. "He could have died," Lily is yelling, and James looks more shamefaced than he has since the Whomping Willow.

"I didn't think," James says, and Lily slaps him hard. James's face is white, and her handprint stands out across his cheek and jaw.

"I'm sorry," Remus interrupts, because they've only been married for a few months, they shouldn't be fighting like this. "I should've--"

"You," Lily says, "are even worse. You knew better, and you didn't stop them."

"You," she says, and her words stay with him for a long time, like the taste of vomit in the back of his throat when he had seen the way Peter's head had lolled, like a broken doll, "are the worst one."



And one Remus wishes had been a prank. . .

When James and Lily die, Remus tries to think it's a prank at first. A big, stupid prank; something James and Sirius never should've come up with, but did anyways. Something that, like always, would make everyone worry. Because if it's a prank, that means James and Lily and Peter are still alive, Harry is still living in the magicing world, and Sirius is still loyal, still a friend.

If it's a prank, something to pull over Voldemort, then that means that there's still someone there on the other side of the Floo, waiting to call him home. It means Remus still has a family friends.

Posted by: ✩ Lex (sparkism)
Posted at: March 3rd, 2010 01:02 am (UTC)
✩b'awww

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I knew this was setting me up for angst but still
;3; ♥ ♥
this was lovely, bb! thank you~

Posted by: The good didn't go bad. They just stopped caring. (shadowbyrd)
Posted at: March 3rd, 2010 01:06 am (UTC)
Nimueh by misscla

I feel like a heel turning up out of the blue and demanding fic.

But seeing as I'm here - five times Itachi didn't kill Iruka, but had a semi-civil conversation instead. With a Itachi/Iruka bent if you can - I've never been able to find any.

Posted by: midnightdiddle (midnightdiddle)
Posted at: April 12th, 2010 01:20 pm (UTC)
flowers cherry blossoms

i

Iruka's headed home from the grocery store, with bread and vegetables and milk, when he runs into Itachi on the rooftop. He stops with a polite pulse of chakra, and Itachi slows down, takes a long, dangerously short leap across an alleyway to land on the roof edge near Iruka.

"Iruka-sensei," Itachi says, and Iruka rolls his shoulders back, says, "good evening, Itachi-kun."

It's almost dusk, and it's getting close to autumn. There's a bit of a chill, and the air feels damp.

"You have blood," Iruka says, "on your cheek." He watches as Itachi leans back precariously, reaches up to touch his face. Iruka watches Itachi smear the blood with the back of his hand.

"There was a cat," Itachi says. "Caught by dogs, I think."

Iruka's hand is cold, feels raw, so he leans down slowly, lies his groceries on the roof.

"I took care of it, Sensei," Itachi says, and Iruka says, "that's good."

It's twenty minutes later, when Iruka has just finished putting away his groceries, that he hears that the Uchiha family has been slaughtered by one of the clan's most promising sons.

ii

"The Kyuubi is one of your students," Itachi says as he watches Iruka slowly stand back up. He is a little bit impressed-- there is blood in the corner of the teacher's mouth, and Itachi is sure that the last crack was the sound of ribs.

"Was," Iruka says with more blood in his mouth, and Itachi lifts his hand, readies to block Iruka's too-wide blow.

"He still calls you Sensei." Itachi takes a quick step back, out of range of the teacher's leg, and watches Iruka totter, then slowly steady on his feet.

"Lots of people do." Iruka wipes his fist against his mouth, catching the blood on his glove. It's bravado-- Itachi can see the pulse in Iruka's neck, the corners of Iruka's eyes. He's slowing down-- another hit as hard as the last, and his body will begin to shut down.

"Do they, Sensei?"

Iruka laughs, wipes his mouth again with the same bravado all the chuunin of all the villages have. "Your brother was one of my students, too," he says, and the seals he makes look like suicide.

"I know," Itachi says, and he hits the teacher hard enough to throw him to the ground.

Posted by: midnightdiddle (midnightdiddle)
Posted at: April 12th, 2010 01:21 pm (UTC)
flowers cherry blossoms


iii

When Iruka stumbles into the same village Itachi is in, it's during a summer festival. Itachi is eating sweets with a look of sick fascination, and the missing nin beside him is massive, and a shocking shade of blue. Iruka doesn't even bother looking for a way to run, because he knows he couldn't run fast enough, even if he wanted to. And part of him doesn't want to.

"Iruka-sensei," Itachi says politely, like he didn't leave Iruka for dead the last. Like he didn't slaughter a fourth of Konoha's population with a systematic ease that passed the border of psychotic.

"Itachi-kun." Iruka sits on Itachi's other side, and when Itachi offers him a stick of dango, he takes it.

"You're not in Konoha," Itachi remarks, like commenting on the weather. Iruka bites into the dango to keep from throwing up, and says, "I'm looking for someone."

"The Kyuubi?"

"Your brother."

“Ah.” Itachi smiles at Iruka as he takes another stick of dango. Iruka watches him eat it, then watches him throw the stick towards a garbage can.

“You should hurry, Sensei,” Itachi says when he stands up, the massive missing nin standing up next to him. “You’ll want to find my brother before I do.”

iv

Itachi hasn’t been a lapdog since he was a teenager and wiped out his family without a second question. It’s not that he disagrees with anyone’s principles. It’s just that he prefers to be contrary, because that makes him feel a little deeper, a little more alive.

“But who else is the Kyuubi close to?” Deidara asks like a little idiot, and Kisame says, “his teacher.”

Someone’s murmuring something darkly, past the haze on the edge of Itachi’s sight, and Kisame corrects himself, says, “his old sensei. From the Academy.”

Deidara laughs, still a little idiot, and says, like he can’t believe it, “and the Kyuubi would give us what we want for an Academy teacher?”

“Of course,” Itachi says, and Sasori’s bulky body shifts, a ripple of misty gray when Itachi tries to look at him. “All of the students love Umino Iruka.”

“What, is he a pervert?”

When Itachi stands, Kisame stands with him, and follows him as a brush against his shoulder. When they’re far enough away that Itachi can barely feel the rest of the Akatsuki’s chakra, Kisame says, “you’re not doing this, are you?”

“Of course not.” Itachi tilts his head back, squints up at the sun. He can barely see it. “I’m one of his students, too.”

Posted by: midnightdiddle (midnightdiddle)
Posted at: April 12th, 2010 01:22 pm (UTC)
flowers cherry blossoms

v

“I think I failed you,” Iruka says, when he’s sitting cross-legged in the dirt. Itachi is sitting with him, close enough that their knees are touching. Iruka’s body is mostly numb, and his mouth tastes like blood and vomit. When he talks, his lips tingle.

“Why?” Itachi sounds amused, always sounds amused, like Iruka’s telling a joke. Right now, though, Iruka can’t think of any jokes, and he’s sure he’s bitten his lip.

“I didn’t teach you well enough, maybe,” he says, “or maybe too well. Maybe I put too much of myself in you.”

“Oh?” Itachi asks, and he leans forward, and Iruka can’t look away from his eyes. “What of yourself?”

“I don’t know,” Iruka says, and it feels like a sob is ripping when from his throat when Itachi grabs his face, turns his head toward the sky, and says, dream, Iruka-sensei.

When he wakes, lying in the middle of the road, his mouth is full of blood, and he can still see the bodies of all his students.

and the way he did

The Akatsuki catch Iruka a week before they find the Kyuubi. There are a half-dozen chuunin clustered together, remnants of Konoha, and they’re slaughtered systematically, like unwanted dogs. When the Konoha ninja fight back, there is a great deal of screaming, and of blood, and very little time.

“Iruka-sensei,” Itachi says, and Iruka is clutching his side, blood sticky on his fingers.

“Your brother,” Iruka says, “and Naruto--” There is foam on his lips, flecked with blood. “They can’t know--”

“I’ll take care of it,” Itachi says, and when Iruka says, “that’s good,” he slits the teacher’s throat.





completely ignoring canon. :(

Posted by: The good didn't go bad. They just stopped caring. (shadowbyrd)
Posted at: May 6th, 2010 12:01 am (UTC)
Tosh Jack coats by bengilis

Hey! I'm sorry it's taken me this long to comment - have been forced to maintain internet silence for a while recently. Also, I will happily ignore canon with you :(

I'm trying to find my favourite bit to quote back at you, but there's so much of this I love, it's proving difficult. I will say, however, when I first read this I went around my flat making high-pitched noises of glee and repeating I'm one of his students too to myself. I just. &hearts

I adore the "do they, sensei?" bit, all the first section and all the fifth section - the fifth section, there's something there that makes my heart bleed just right. Thanks so much for this!

Posted by: midnightdiddle (midnightdiddle)
Posted at: May 6th, 2010 12:07 pm (UTC)
flowers cherry blossoms

Duuude, I was so thrilled you wanted Itachi and Iruka, because in my headcanon, Itachi was totally in one of Iruka's first classes. Because that's how my headcanon works.

Thank you~

Posted by: The good didn't go bad. They just stopped caring. (shadowbyrd)
Posted at: May 6th, 2010 07:46 pm (UTC)
Old blood by frozeninplace

I like the way your headcanon works.

Posted by: until the world goes boom-boom-boom (hiza_chan)
Posted at: May 6th, 2010 04:56 pm (UTC)

Okay, that first one up there? GAVE ME CHILLS. All of these are completely and utterly fantastic and the fact that they're about Itachi and Iruka makes it all the more awesome. I don't even know what to say about it because it's just so beautiful and sad and I'm one of his students too. And then the Do they, Sensei? bit and oh my god you just stole my heart.

Posted by: midnightdiddle (midnightdiddle)
Posted at: May 15th, 2010 05:36 am (UTC)
flowers cherry blossoms

Okay, that first one up there? GAVE ME CHILLS

That makes me so thrilled, I really can't tell you. Thank you~ :D And-- asf;j Thanks!

Posted by: tiger24ever (tiger24ever)
Posted at: March 30th, 2010 12:12 am (UTC)
5 times

5 times Seimei said I love you (go wild XD )

Posted by: midnightdiddle (midnightdiddle)
Posted at: May 6th, 2010 12:24 pm (UTC)
zelda down

when

“I love you,” he whispers in Ritsuka’s ear when Ritsuka’s asleep. The fur on the tip of his ear tickles Seimei’s lip, lets him smile. He kisses the tip of Ritsuka’s ear, then sets his teeth in it, lightly, then biting. In the morning, he knows, there will be little flecks of dried blood in the fur, though no one will notice it except Seimei.

he

“Tell me you love me,” Seimei commands Soubi, and Soubi says, “I love you.”

“No,” Seimei says. “You don’t mean that. You,” he presses a finger at the base of Soubi’s neck, where the blood is soaking through bandages, “never sound like you mean it.”

“I love you,” Soubi repeats, his throat moving beneath Seimei’s finger. “I love you, I love you, I love you--”

Seimei digs his fingernail in, catching and pulling bandages and scabs alike, and says with Seimei, “I love you.”

says

He looks through photo albums with Ritsuka on rainy Saturdays, when their mother is running errands. Seimei likes the pictures taken two years ago, when Ritsuka had his arm in a splint, and couldn’t remember who he was. Ritsuka prefers the pictures from when he was a baby, a wrapped up bundle in everyone’s arms.

“This is your baby brother,” his mother had said, and he had looked at the ugly red face, and the squashed head, and had hated it.

“Were you happy?” Ritsuka asks like he always asks, looking at the pictures hungrily. Seimei laughs, and

“I hate it,” he had said when his father had pushed him closer to the baby, and his mother’s face had crumpled.

says, “I’ve always loved you.”

‘my

The old woman he lives with likes to watch him throughout the day, doing little things. Making breakfast, pulling the laundry from the wires, turning of the TV. At first, he thought she was a pervert of some kind, an old woman who liked to watch kids with their ears, and think about taking them.

Then he saw the postcards tacked up on her wall, and when he turned them over, he read, grandma, grandma, we love you, happy birthday, hello from australia, we love you, grandma, and when she watched him pick up the dishes after dinner that night, he smiled at her and she smiled back.

“I love you,” he says now, when he comes and when he leaves, always through the front door with a pause on the threshold.

“I love you,” she always replies, faster than she realizes, and Seimei knows that it’s true.

love’

“Your ears?” Seimei asks, a cold fury in his stomach, and Ritsuka says, “Soubi, of course.”

“Of course,” Seimei repeats, then asks, “of course?”

“Who else,” Rituska says, and he is so stubborn and proud, all of fifteen. Seimei wants to break his arm again, wrap his hands around his neck until Ritsuka’s head is as red and squashed as a baby’s.

“It was supposed to be me,” Seimei snaps, and he twists Ritsuka’s arm tighter, digs his knee into Ritsuka’s back when Rituska makes a noise of pain. “I’m the one who loves you.”

Posted by: until the world goes boom-boom-boom (hiza_chan)
Posted at: May 6th, 2010 04:53 pm (UTC)

Oh wow. This was depressing. I always hate Seimei until I read fic about him, and then he's interesting.

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: May 7th, 2010 12:29 am (UTC)
Seimei

Thank You! these were so amazing, I want to say a quote that I loved but I loved everything. The old woman was perfect, as well as the creepy! moment when he bites Ritsuka's ear. So in character and realistic how that would be a loving gesture. (OMG Seimei lied to Ritsuka about always loving him... or maybe for him love and hate are the same O.0)

Anyway I loved and thank you for doing this.
-Annie

Posted by: midnightdiddle (midnightdiddle)
Posted at: May 15th, 2010 05:38 am (UTC)
Re: Seimei
flowers cherry blossoms

Haha, thanks! Seimei is such a strange character, and writing him is always, like, "...he's creepy, but loving, but loving in a creepy way, and...is he psycho?" So, I'm glad you liked it. :D

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