Requestings; take 22

exponible? Ilu. Srsly.

~~~

It was two years later when Hijiri met Tsuzuki and Hisoka again, though not quite in the way they had hoped.
"You... You're..." Hisoka fell silent, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, and angry somehow.
Hijiri smiled in his usual conciliating manner and shrugged.
"It was a plane crash," Tsuzuki stated, as if it was an explanation to everything. "A paranormal one."
Hijiri nodded in approval. "So I decided to stick around until the true reason was discovered." He smiled then again, happy to see them so soon. "It's nice to see you again."
Hisoka could barely nod. Not that he wasn't happy...

Requestings; take 23

exponible. I was being srs, y'know. :'D

~~~

Tsuzuki was somewhere between exploding in anger, spells flying everywhere; collapsing in pathetic sobs and self-pity; and outright fainting on the spot. The source of his distress was sitting at the far end of the table. Hisoka, frozen by Tsuzuki's side, looked potentially murderous, as did Tatsumi, sitting opposite the man who seemed quite amused by all of this. He smiled charmingly, all good manners and proper bearings.
"Why," in a flat voice Tsuzuki asked finally, "are you here?"
"He has become one of us now," Tatsumi stated with obvious distaste.
"No!" Tsuzuki groaned.
"Yes," Muraki confirmed and smiled brightly.

***

"We'll send him to some faraway province where nothing ever happens," Tatsumi tried to reassure both Tsuzuki and Hisoka. The deathly grip on the teacup he had was the only visible sign of agitation.
Hisoka was quietly fuming in a corner and everyone in the room could feel his suffocating anger.
"Pointless," Tsuzuki groaned, hands fisted in his hair and despair on his face and in his voice. "Things always happen when he's around."
"Why is he one of us now?" Tsuzuki asked brokenly. "Why?"
Somewhere in the building Muraki sneezed loudly and grinned, well-aware of who was mentioning him.

Requestings; take 24

exponible? And I still am.

~~~

"What do you mean – we're brothers?" Hijiri frowned. He could still remember his family, though vaguely. And even if this... boy looked very much like him, the things Hijiri knew about his own family denied such a possibility.
"My father and your mother," Hisoka repeated patiently, not quite thrilled with this piece of knowledge.
Hijiri raised his hand to silence him. "I get that part. There's just no way..."
"Really?" Hisoka's eyebrows shot up. He'd already accepted the fact and considered having a brother actually... nice.
"But my father..."
Hisoka sighed in exasperation, rubbing his temples. This was getting annoying.

Requestings; take 25

exponible. Something like that, yeah.

~~~

After watching the boy try - and fail - to exorcise the ghostly tree, Seishirou entertained a thought of leaving the boy alive in hopes to see a worthy opponent growing up. The boy had the potential of becoming that one day and Seishirou suddenly longed for a good challenge.
But the boy had seen him. Not quite realising what he had just witnessed, but he would in due time and could point Seishirou out as the murderer if left to live, and Seishirou couldn't have that.
Approaching the boy with a smile, he only had this in mind: his youngest victim.

Requestings; take 26

exponible; all these little messages don't make all that much sense in context.

~~~

The unthinkable hadn't happened, Seishirou concluded with a sigh. (Was it regret? Relief? He didn't know.) The boy opposite him was staring him down with an unreadable expression in his eyes. And because Seishirou couldn't quite differentiate between emotions, he couldn't discern whether it was betrayal, hate, or something else in the teen's levelled gaze. Maybe acceptance of the fact. Maybe.
"Do I scare you, Subaru-kun?" Seishirou asked, head tilted and a light smile on his lips.
"There's nothing scary in death," Subaru replied sombrely.
Seishirou smiled and stepped forward, hand readily raised and eager to end this prolonged farce.

Requestings; take 27

exponible; Unless you read it all... backwards. :'D

~~~

Subaru had never wanted to kill. Even his mother... He had only killed her because she had begged him endlessly, broken by an incurable illness. And all the other kills... He shuddered at the thought. They had all been people who hadn't wanted to live anymore, who had wanted to die. And he had granted them their wish, though never light-heartedly.
And now he had met someone who loved killing; a powerful onmyouji who revelled in it. And he laughed in Subaru's face, amused with the concept of unwilling murder.
Seishirou's raised hand and killing smile was the Sakurazukamori's release.

Lol, meme

I write like
Stephen King

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GOD DAMN IT THIS ISN'T FAIR! I'M TRYING TO BEAT TOLKIEN HERE. >/

Requestings; take 28

exponible; yes, this is madness.

~~~

Muraki tilted his head, watching the teen with great interest. He had seen him exorcise a few of his, Muraki's, victims with ease, and this was more than enough to catch his interest. They boy had not asked any questions, hadn't tried to find out the reasons, or the culprit. He'd just raised his hands, flashed an ofuda, and souls had been freed.
Muraki clicked his tongue thoughtfully. This couldn't go on. Sumeragi clan head was ruining his plans better than any shinigami could.
His existence had to cease. Muraki's mind raced, overflowing with ideas on how to do it.

Requestings; take 29

exponible; no, I do not deny it.

~~~

When Seishirou looked up from the dead woman, he confirmed that the gaze he'd felt turned to himself was real. He straightened himself and turned towards the boy, smiling. He'd seen him murder someone, but he didn't run. Maybe he was still entranced by the madly blossoming sakura behind Seishirou.
"Hello," he greeted to boy, and for the first time the boy reacted, taking a step back.
"No," Hisoka whispered, eyes widening. "Don't!" His eyes widened when Seishirou reached for him and in the next moment Hisoka's mind exploded with terrible, intense memories which made him collapse in Seishirou's hands.

Requestings; take 30

nochick_fics; yes, other people do exist. ♥

~~~

Tsuzuki shrank back against the wall, gaze darting around the room in search of escape. There was none. The wall was hard and unyielding behind his back.
Muraki smiled, walking forward slowly – revelling in the situation and the look of unease on the face of his lovely prey. He leaned in, running the back of his hand along Tsuzuki's cheek and catching the hand that tried to slap him away. Muraki pinned it to the wall.
"You won't forget this night," he whispered hotly.
Tsuzuki tried to break free and fell, waking up in his bed. Another nightmare, he sighed.

Requestings; take 31

nochick_fics; I don't even have a comment for this. :'D

~~~

"Stop trembling!" Tatsumi snapped, adjusting his glasses. "Muraki can't get in here."
Tsuzuki shuddered, remembering the nightmares which had become more frequent recently. In them, the demonic doctor had appeared everywhere, from Tsuzuki's bedroom to library; to boss' office, even.
"You can't know that," he muttered low.
"We have excellent security. No one can get in here."
"No one has tried to before," Tsuzuki retorted, half-expecting the crazy murderer to actually attempt this.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Tatsumi sighed and sat down. He couldn't, though, entirely deny the possibility. Muraki, as he'd proved countless of times before, was unpredictable.
Tatsumi cursed.

Requestings; take 32

exponible; you're terribly spoiled now. <3

~~~

It had been a while now since Nagare learned the reason of his son's death. Knew and regretted his own blindness of that time. And now he was finally facing the culprit, sharing a table with a pleasant doctor, enjoying a cup of tea and seemingly good conversations.
"Kurosaki," Muraki tested the word. "Sounds familiar."
"It should," Nagare replied coldly, setting the teacup aside.
Sombrely, Muraki nodded. "Such remarkable similarity."
He'd already known, Nagare noted bitterly. "You killed my son."
A glint of amusement in his eyes, Muraki nodded. "So?"
Nagare changed, transformed, and Muraki backed away – intrigued, yet worried.

Requestings; take 33

daigranon; <3

~~~

They said that knowledge was power, Urahara sighed, frowning at the new dilemma of Aizen's growing power. He'd long since realised that just knowing was never enough. It was how you used that knowledge which gave power. The how and not why. The action, after all, was the determining obstacle.
And now he had to come up with a way to turn not knowing into a power that could rival Aizen's. An oxymoron, he noted, and that's what kept him guessing. He pulled his hat lower on his forehead and reached for the long-since-cold teacup. Stem floating upright. How lucky.

Requestings; take 34

daigranon; <33

~~~

"This is awkward," Urahara noted in regards to the fact that Yoruichi – the cat was curled up in his lap, purring while he scratched behind her ears.
"Hm? What is?" Yoruichi opened one eye to regard him.
"This." Urahara gestured vaguely at her position.
"Oh? Well, it's raining outside."
As if that explained everything. Urahara smiled sheepishly.
Yoruichi hissed and sat up with cat's grace and disinterest. "If you think this is awkward," and her whiskers twitched, "I'd like to hear your take on this." And along with her voice her body changed.
Urahara toppled backwards with an undignified cry.

Requestings; take 35

daigranon; minor character love~

~~~

Shamal sighed, eyeing the company gathered in front of him. When would these people learn? He had already left the active service. He was out of the loop. Out of business. Not connected with the mafia. No connection what. So. Ever. He was a freelance doctor now, travelling the world at his leisure, adoring all the ladies he met on his way – and even more those which he didn't meet.
These ragtag homo thugs, on the other hand, appeared to be quite oblivious to this.
"I could unleash the plague on you," Shamal muttered, feeling annoyed enough to do so. The back-draw to this, sadly, would be quite catastrophic, and the prospect of landing the world – and most notably himself – in such a dire situation was the only thing holding back his eager hand. "But that would kill all the ladies I haven't met yet."
He sighed regretfully.
"Simple ass-kicking will have to do," he decided and stepped forward, figuring that this would also be an amazing opportunity to impress any female onlookers. Women liked bad boys, he smiled to himself in satisfaction. His mood improved even more when he heard the satisfying crack of bones in his opponent's arm.

Requestings; take 36

yamikakyuu; evil-ish enough, I hope? <3

~~~

Break leaned over Gil who looked just as uncomfortable as he felt, and smiled. His eyes were narrowed, though his gaze was still sharp and searching. One Break's hand was resting on the teen's shoulder, keeping him pinned down to the couch, while the other gave him support.
"We've discussed this before," Break reminded and Gil nodded in defeat. "I was willing to wait for a significant amount of time and time has all run out now."
Gil swallowed, knowing full well that it was true and feeling torn up between his choices, because he still hadn't managed to decide. He suspected that he wouldn't be able to, even if allotted some extra time. But Break wouldn't give him any more than he'd already given.
"I want to hear your answer," the older man purred in Gil's ear, suddenly leaning in so alarmingly close, his hands slipping under Gil's shirt, as he adjusted himself on the couch.
Gil hesitated for a moment. He couldn't see Break's face and it worried him a little.
"I don't have one," he confessed in a shuddering whisper.
He thought that Break's rolling laughter was going to taunt him for the rest of his life.

Requestings; take 37

smilypie; a belated shot of cuteness and a belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY! present~ <3

~~~

The quiet Bossu broke Tsuna out of his morose thoughts and made him look back where he saw Chrome standing, a lunch box in hand. She looked hesitant and nervous and Tsuna smiled at her, trying to provide encouragement. It had already been more than a year since she'd joined his guardians (was it really that long, he wondered absent-mindedly; it certainly didn't feel that way), but she'd still retained some of that uncertainty.
"I brought you lunch," she said simply, offering no further explanations. She was a person of few words and didn't speak much around the rest of the family. Not to mention that she looked about to dash because Gokudera and Yamamoto had appeared down the road and were coming this way. Gokudera still hadn't lost some of his suspicion and Yamamoto's friendliness felt suffocating for her; hence, she opted to mostly avoid them and interact with them upon utmost necessity.
"Thank you, Chrome." Smiling, Tsuna reached out and took the package from her hands and the moment it left her, she made to leave, parting with a quick and relieved smile and a small nod. Tsuna sighed. Even though Chrome had improved in her cooking considerably, he was still the only one who dared to eat it. Well, and I-Pin, who had become very close friends with her.
After responding to Gokudera's frantic waving, he opened the box and took out a nigiri – now almost normal-looking. Tsuna bit into it and even though the taste was still a bit off, it was okay. He sampled another one, and tested it with wasabi for the hell of it; that evened out the taste.
What were they, Tsuna wondered grimly, afraid that Chrome was going to poison them all with her cooking? That's what they had Bianchi for.

Requestings; take 38

4 ruririi; because Tatsumi is kinda hot 8D

~~~

Tatsumi sighed and sorted through the pile of papers on his desk. It had to be there somewhere: the order for a pay rise. He knew they'd gotten additional funds, therefore it should have already arrived. So far, he hadn't had any luck in finding one.
"Tatsumi!" Watari's sing-song voice interrupted his effort, the man stepping into the room with a rap to the doorway only after he'd stepped inside. He was eager to demonstrate his most recent invention and figured that Tatsumi, as hardworking as he was, hadn't heard the first knock.
"Not now, Watari," Tatsumi growled, shooting a quick look in his general direction, then hastily turning his attention back to the mess on his desk. He spared a moment to push his glasses back up his nose – all the movement had made them slide down. "I'm busy."
"You always are," Watari's reply was quite airy. "But this is important! It can forever change your everyday life!"
Tatsumi spared another brief glance at the contraption in his friend's arms.
"I'm sure it is," he said dryly. "But firstly, I'm quite content with my life the way it is right now, thank you. And secondly – I really don't care."

Requestings; take 39

nekovampluna; because G is the BAMF of them all.

~~~

G cursed overlooking the rows of enemies blocking his path. This was unexpected, he thought with annoyance, hands stuck in his pockets with the fingers of his right hand curled around a small item Primo had asked him to find. This assignment wasn't supposed to draw such level of attention from the opposing families, and looking at the small army in front of him, he couldn't even discern which family hadn't gathered its men here. Some of them were even from opposing parties, now all gathered here together. And to think that such a small, utterly insignificant artefact had caused such a commotion!
After considering his options, G sighed and closed his eyes briefly. Not counting the Vongola (and especially Primo) awaiting his return, there was also that planned meeting with a wonderfully cheeky barmaid tonight, and he'd be damned if he missed that. Grim determination settling in his facial features, the first Vongola's storm guardian reached for his weapon. He would have to rip through the rows of his opponents in record time to get to both meetings (and then drop a passing-by mention of this in front of Alaude and – maybe – Daemon just to see them fume).
When G had promises to keep, a mere bunch of ragtag delinquents wasn't going to deter him. He was going to show these idiots one hell of a storm, right here, right now. Not, he smirked to himself in satisfaction, that there would be a single survivor to tell the tale.

Requestings; take 40

night_owl_9; your prompts made me happy~

~~~

As Mokona would have said it, Syaoran was Syaoran. And yet he wasn't. He wasn't the one princess Sakura had travelled with, he wasn't the one who had protected her, helped her, gotten hurt because of her, for her. But he was a spitten image of the same Syaoran; the same mind, the same heart; he even felt the same – almost. But he wasn't. Couldn't be.
Syaoran understood this and tried to accept it no matter how hard it may be. He'd known what the result would be, he had been prepared for this, and now... It turned out to be a lot harder than he'd originally anticipated. Though his companions weren't at fault here; he recognised that. Syaoran had grown fond of them while being trapped in that glass case, forced to watch through his double's eyes, feel through his double's feelings.
Sakura was hesitant to accept him, as was expected. And even though Fai and Kurogane had outwardly accepted his, the small distance they'd reserved could still be felt. Sakura's was only the most noticeable because she had had feelings for that Syaoran, built up by time and hardships suffered through together. It was something that couldn't be replaced in an instant. She didn't trust him, couldn't. He'd been, after all, the one who had destroyed the Syaoran who'd been so dear to her.
And Syaoran, the real one, was ready to bear this cross no matter how long it took them before the last feather was found.

Requestings; take 41

night_owl_9; anything with Bakura makes to top of my list. 8D

~~~

It had been a long time since he'd last felt fear, Yami thought, eyeing the pitch black shadows moving in the corners of his makeshift throne room. Inside his soulroom there was nothing he should fear. Or so he'd thought before realising that he, apparently, wasn't the only one there. At first he'd thought that the shadows were static things, created because of the lack of light. They'd been perfectly still, just filling the place like any ordinary shadow would. But then he'd noticed movement within them – only slight in the beginning – and soon found that treacherous darkness was crawling around his property.
They were strange alien creations of shadows. He'd taken notice of them only recently and at first considered their cause to be his steady movement towards regaining his memories. As if they sensed that soon would come the time for them to part and allow him to enter the currently forbidden rooms.
He wasn't so sure anymore.
"Bakura," Yami ground out, rising to his feet and glaring death at the bodiless creations. A low menacing laughter seemed to rise from the walls, seeping through the floors, reverberating throughout the construction and thickening the air.
"I'm waiting," the shadows whispered, echoing in mockery; a disembodied voice that seemed to come from within Yami. And unexpectedly the puzzle which had been his shelter and temple of peace for millennia seemed threatening, an unwelcome place. Dangerous. The mazes and passages disappeared into darkness, entire halls were bathed in it – treacherous-looking and menacing. It was slowly becoming a place where he didn't want to spend much time, if any at all.
Muttering a curse under his breath in his native tongue, Yami hastily left his room and, seeking solace, made to cross over into Yuugi's quarters. The empty room behind his back laughed maniacally, guiding his every step and gritting his teeth and clenching his fists were the only things to keep him from slamming the door behind his back. And as he moved away from his soulroom, he got the distinct feeling that it didn't want to see him returning.