Drabble Requests Complete
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conjure_lassSave for the last request (have no fear I will get to it, I just wrote so much Bleach that I couldn't get my head around an Anita Blake drabble afterwards) I have finished all the drabbles! None of them are below 300 words i'm afraid, with the longest being somewhere around 600. I enjoyed them ALL.
Even the Mayuri one. Yes...I enjoyed writing him. It was enjoyable.
So! Without further ado! On with your requests!!
Title: Lab Rat
For:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
2metaldog
Pairing/Character: Mayuri
Prompt: Becoming attached to your labrat (human or actual animal).
There was a spark of electricity from one of the machines in the far corner, drawing his unblinking gaze in the dark. He’d have to have Nemu fix that infernal machine later. There was no way he was going to waste his precious time with such menial manual labor, not when he was so close to finishing his research. Besides, there was something oddly amusing about watching Nemu being electrocuted by random equipment.
Looking back down into the clear container he’d been working on before the interruption, his eyes focused on a small bundle of blankets and the…creature…squirming inside them. He’d found the baby sitting just outside the gates of the Seireitei, alone and unprotected, and had decided to bring it inside to use in his experiments. Practicality was always best. After all, it would just die outside with no one to care for it anyway. Better that it be at least somewhat useful before moving onto its next life.
Reaching over to grab one of his instruments, he leaned down to get a better look at the thing, poking at it a few times with the end of his tool. It huffed and puffed loudly, giving off a few displeased gurgles, before a small hand reached out and grabbed at the metal rod. Mayuri drew back slightly, trying to pull the equipment away without ripping off the creature’s arm (that would probably come later), only to find that the baby wouldn’t let go.
“Let go you little beast,” he hissed, nudging its chubby body with his finger. When the baby didn’t release the metal stick he stomped his foot lightly, bottom lip protruding in a frustrated way as he stared at the bundle of annoyance below him. The little brute seemed to be glaring back, its dark blue eyes feisty, tiny fist pulling at the instrument as though it owned it. Insect! “You’d better let go. I mean it.”
Nothing. The child was simply not moving. Sighing softly, Mayuri looked towards the door, listening to make sure no one was coming before pointing down at the minute bully.
“Fine,” he said, releasing the equipment and watching as the child drew it into its cocoon of blankets and unceremoniously shoved it into its own mouth. A soft sucking sound ensued. Disgusting. “You can keep it.”
“But don’t think this means I’m going to go easy on you!”
*****
Title: Peek-A-Boo!
For:madrona_8
Pairing/Character: Shiro/Ichigo
Prompt: Dressing Shirosaki up in normal clothes.
“But I think it looks sexy,” Shiro grinned, looking over his shoulder at the mirror and winking at his own reflection. They’d been clothes shopping for hours, trying to pick out Ichigo’s new wardrobe for the autumn season. Sure, he had to wear a uniform to school, but that didn’t mean he had to dress like a freaking stiff everywhere else he went. Of course, his royal highness’s tastes in clothes generally ranged from “dull” to “boring” and back again, so it wasn’t surprising that he didn’t really like Shiro’s clothing picks.
What a snore fest.
“I am not wearing peek-a-boo leather pants out in public Shiro,” Ichigo deadpanned, rolling his eyes as he leaned against a nearby wall. “Now get them off before you rip something and I’m forced to pay for them.”
“Your daddy is paying for this little spree anyway so what are you worried about?” Shiro replied with a raised eyebrow, earning an annoyed puff from his counterpart.
“Just take them off,” Ichigo practically growled, arms falling to his sides, eyes narrowed and flashing with murderous intent. Shirosaki turned to his king with an acquiescing smile, finally moving back towards the fitting rooms but not before grabbing Ichigo’s wrist to drag him along for the ride.
The fitting room door slammed shut with Ichigo’s back pressed to it, the teenager squirming as Shirosaki molded their bodies together. “Besides,” Shiro purred, moving his mouth up to lick along Ichigo’s flushing ear, delighting at the muted gasp he received in return. “Whoever said you’d be wearing them out in public?”
“Private outfit?” Ichigo said, his voice almost playful as his hands ran up Shiro’s back to link behind his neck. It was delightful how much Shiro was rubbing off on his prudish king. Once upon a time, he’d had to almost force his way through Ichigo’s high barriers, breaking down every wall again and again. Now he only had to knock down the walls most of the time rather than all of the time. Hey…it was progress!
“As if I’d ever let anyone else see that tight ass of yours.”
******
Title: Relaxing Dandelion
For:katami_san
Pairing/Character: Urahara/Ichigo
Prompt: Gray Hair
It was impossible! The thing he held in his hand was in impossibility!
Ichigo’s eyes widened as he stared down at his fingers, his other hand holding onto the towel around his waist in a deadly grip. He was only seventeen…how was it possible to get your first gray hair at seventeen years old?! His teeth came out to bite at his bottom lip, bringing the hair up for closer inspection, trying to reason the whole scenario away. He had been using Kisuke’s hairbrush…maybe it was just one of the blonde’s hairs.
But this hair was so straight…and Urahara’s hair was so wavy and unruly. There was no denying it...it was…Ichigo’s. Ichigo had gray hair! No way!
“Kurosaki-kun?” came a hesitant voice from around the corner, Ichigo looking up into the mirror to see Kisuke peeking around the doorframe with a curious expression. His gray eyes landed on Ichigo’s hand, then moved up to his face, then back down to the hand, until finally the older man came fully into the room.
“What’s wrong Ichigo?” he questioned, pale eyebrow rising. “You look as though you just witnessed a murder.”
Ichigo found himself unable to speak, merely turning to Urahara with the hair in his hand and a bewildered look on his face. The blonde came forward, pulling the strand out of Ichigo’s boneless fingers to take a good look at it, the mercurial gray eyes become more and more amused by the moment. If Urahara laughed, Ichigo promised himself that he’d never forgive the older man…never! Eventually Urahara’s face broke out in a very wide grin, letting the lock fall to the floor before pulling Ichigo into a very firm hug.
“Don’t you dare laugh,” Ichigo hissed, his voice unyielding. “I will hate you forever. I don’t care how long we’ve been dating. I will hate you.”
There was a sound of muffled snickering behind his ear, but Urahara managed not to laugh(much to Ichigo’s surprise) before pulling back far enough to rub their cheeks together like cats. The motion was calming, easing Ichigo’s frayed nerves and making him smile. “Well…I would say that some people start to lose the color in their hair at an early age, but I don’t think that’s the problem.”
“What is the problem then?” Ichigo cocked his head to the side, honestly curious.
“Your stress level is much too high my dandelion! You need to relax. The weight of the world on your shoulders is pushing all the color right out your head!”
Ichigo thought on it for a moment, looking out the window of the bathroom with a sigh. Maybe Urahara was right, maybe he was too stressed out. When was the last time he actually sat down and did something fun for a little while? Hell…he couldn’t even remember! The most relaxing moments he had were usually here with the blonde, and even then Ichigo always had something to do. Between school, shinigami responsibilities, familial obligations and generally just saving the world…he was going to be in the grave before he was thirty!!
He jumped slightly when he felt Urahara lean into his ear, the blonde’s lips brushing delicately next to the shell, making Ichigo shiver. “I can help you relax…if you’d like.”
“I can help you lose an eye…if you’d like,” Ichigo replied smoothly, blinking a few times in the hope that he came across innocent.
Urahara grinned and stepped back, snapping his fan in front of his smile. “Or we could just go see a movie. I’ve wanted to see The Dark Knight since last week. Something about a man in black that does things to me…”
*****
Title: Domestic Bliss
For:rulinian
Pairing/Character: Aizen/Gin
Prompt: Sitting around drinking tea and generally being normal.
Hueco Mundo was nice this time of year…if one could actually figure out what time of year it was. Ichimaru Gin sat quietly on one of the balconies of the Las Noches, sipping slowly on a cooling cup of tea and staring out into the endless sand. And it certainly was endless. And white. And empty. And boring. He had thought upon coming here that things would actually become more interesting, but much to his dismay they were actually rather dull. Aizen liked to think too much…it couldn’t be healthy.
He sighed, reaching out to grab at one of the small cookies that he knew to be sitting next to him on the table, only to find that his fingers instead brushed the hand of another. Looking up, his gaze locked with that of his oldest companion, the older man’s amazingly coy smile making Gin’s usual grin grow even wider. It didn’t seem to matter how long they’d known each other, he was consistently and delightfully amused by Aizen Sousuke. Perhaps it was that they were kindred spirits of a sort, maybe it was something akin to love, or maybe it was the simple fact that Sousuke was the only person alive who had never managed to lose Gin’s attention.
Or his affection…
“You’re thinking,” Aizen murmured, cocking his head to the side with that subtle smile. “What about?”
Gin turned his gaze back to the desert of Hueco Mundo, watching as a few of the arrancars ran out into the sand and began unceremoniously attacking each other. They tended to do this on a regular basis, for no apparent reason, until someone was usually pretty close to death or had at least lost one of their vital organs. However, Gin surmised that everyone needed something to do to alleviate the boredom of this place…so who was he to judge?
It was in this moment, sitting and having tea with his partner, watching their quasi-children playing out in the sand, that he realized how completely picturesque it all was. A strange and morbid version of a perfectly normal life. He felt vaguely like a parent watching their toddlers out in the yard…all it needed was a shaggy dog and a white picket fence. How odd. How idiosyncratic. How nice.
“Thinking about?” he answered finally, shaking his head as a dismembered arm went flying over his head to land in the hallway beyond. “Domestication.”
*****
Title: Like Milk
For:liralen
Pairing/Character: Byakuya/Yoruichi
Prompt: Chase the Devil
“You realize I have absolutely no interest in chasing you about,” Byakuya looked over his shoulder, hearing her approach through the house. The soft padding of her feet was almost insanely loud on the tatami mats, piercing through the silence that had long since settled within the house’s walls. There hadn’t really been any noise for a long time, since Hisana had died, since he had found himself alone in this place. It didn’t bother him as much as it used to, as much as it probably should have. It seemed his heart had settled into the silence as well, was a part of it, and was accustomed to it.
“I didn’t come to play that kind of game anyway,” she sat down next to him, taking one of the ochoko sitting on the porch and reaching for the sake bottle. He watched from the corner of his eye as she shook the bottle, seeing through the glass as the sake became milky and cloudy. She poured herself a small splash of the rice wine and raised it to plum colored lips, Byakuya not bothering to mention that she probably should have asked before simply assuming she could have some of it. Yoruichi had never been one to ask permission for anything.
“Then what did you come here for?” he asked somewhat impatiently, pulling the bottle gracefully from her fingers and setting it back down with a muted sound. He’d made that sake himself, and he didn’t want her guzzling it as if it was some cheap brew from the slums. “Certainly my company is not to your liking, nor has it been for a hundred years.”
“You sound bitter,” she countered quickly, the sake half-raised to her lips. “Is it so surprising to you that I find your company pleasant? Or has it been too long since someone has last found you agreeable?”
“Don’t presume to act as though you know me inside and out Shihōin Yoruichi,” he glared at her, finding his temper rising despite his best efforts. The insufferable woman…she had always had the innate ability to get under his skin, to throw pebbles into the calm pool of his emotions. It was despicable. “I am far different than the young boy you once amused yourself by tormenting.”
“Hmm,” she replied noncommittally, letting her hands fall into her lap. Byakuya found himself momentarily mesmerized by those hands…long fingers, skin the color of soft walnut, the same hands that could cause so much damage and pain…were so delicate now. He looked up to find her surveying him as well, and he cocked his head to the side in a silent question. What was she seeing? Yoruichi seemed to be scrutinizing him very seriously, her eyes narrowed and focused.
“I’m afraid I lied,” she whispered, lowering her gaze to the ground.
“Lied?” he echoed, somewhat bothered by his own inability to come up with anything more pertinent to say. Perhaps it was better though to let her convey what she wished without his intervention. Yoruichi didn’t like to be led be a string; too headstrong. He could wait a few moments for her confession, if thats what this was. Byakuya was nothing if not a patient man.
“Yes,” she smiled, almost sad though not quite. “It seems I’ve come to play a game of catch the devil with you after all."
I actually think that the Byakuya/Yoruichi one turned out the best, though I had the most fun with the Uraichi one (naturally, they're my favorite). I'm also rather pleased with the Aizen/Gin one as i'd never written Gin's voice before but I think he came out pretty well. Let me know, kay?
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Cherry!
Even the Mayuri one. Yes...I enjoyed writing him. It was enjoyable.
So! Without further ado! On with your requests!!
Title: Lab Rat
For:
2metaldogPairing/Character: Mayuri
Prompt: Becoming attached to your labrat (human or actual animal).
There was a spark of electricity from one of the machines in the far corner, drawing his unblinking gaze in the dark. He’d have to have Nemu fix that infernal machine later. There was no way he was going to waste his precious time with such menial manual labor, not when he was so close to finishing his research. Besides, there was something oddly amusing about watching Nemu being electrocuted by random equipment.
Looking back down into the clear container he’d been working on before the interruption, his eyes focused on a small bundle of blankets and the…creature…squirming inside them. He’d found the baby sitting just outside the gates of the Seireitei, alone and unprotected, and had decided to bring it inside to use in his experiments. Practicality was always best. After all, it would just die outside with no one to care for it anyway. Better that it be at least somewhat useful before moving onto its next life.
Reaching over to grab one of his instruments, he leaned down to get a better look at the thing, poking at it a few times with the end of his tool. It huffed and puffed loudly, giving off a few displeased gurgles, before a small hand reached out and grabbed at the metal rod. Mayuri drew back slightly, trying to pull the equipment away without ripping off the creature’s arm (that would probably come later), only to find that the baby wouldn’t let go.
“Let go you little beast,” he hissed, nudging its chubby body with his finger. When the baby didn’t release the metal stick he stomped his foot lightly, bottom lip protruding in a frustrated way as he stared at the bundle of annoyance below him. The little brute seemed to be glaring back, its dark blue eyes feisty, tiny fist pulling at the instrument as though it owned it. Insect! “You’d better let go. I mean it.”
Nothing. The child was simply not moving. Sighing softly, Mayuri looked towards the door, listening to make sure no one was coming before pointing down at the minute bully.
“Fine,” he said, releasing the equipment and watching as the child drew it into its cocoon of blankets and unceremoniously shoved it into its own mouth. A soft sucking sound ensued. Disgusting. “You can keep it.”
“But don’t think this means I’m going to go easy on you!”
*****
Title: Peek-A-Boo!
For:
madrona_8Pairing/Character: Shiro/Ichigo
Prompt: Dressing Shirosaki up in normal clothes.
“But I think it looks sexy,” Shiro grinned, looking over his shoulder at the mirror and winking at his own reflection. They’d been clothes shopping for hours, trying to pick out Ichigo’s new wardrobe for the autumn season. Sure, he had to wear a uniform to school, but that didn’t mean he had to dress like a freaking stiff everywhere else he went. Of course, his royal highness’s tastes in clothes generally ranged from “dull” to “boring” and back again, so it wasn’t surprising that he didn’t really like Shiro’s clothing picks.
What a snore fest.
“I am not wearing peek-a-boo leather pants out in public Shiro,” Ichigo deadpanned, rolling his eyes as he leaned against a nearby wall. “Now get them off before you rip something and I’m forced to pay for them.”
“Your daddy is paying for this little spree anyway so what are you worried about?” Shiro replied with a raised eyebrow, earning an annoyed puff from his counterpart.
“Just take them off,” Ichigo practically growled, arms falling to his sides, eyes narrowed and flashing with murderous intent. Shirosaki turned to his king with an acquiescing smile, finally moving back towards the fitting rooms but not before grabbing Ichigo’s wrist to drag him along for the ride.
The fitting room door slammed shut with Ichigo’s back pressed to it, the teenager squirming as Shirosaki molded their bodies together. “Besides,” Shiro purred, moving his mouth up to lick along Ichigo’s flushing ear, delighting at the muted gasp he received in return. “Whoever said you’d be wearing them out in public?”
“Private outfit?” Ichigo said, his voice almost playful as his hands ran up Shiro’s back to link behind his neck. It was delightful how much Shiro was rubbing off on his prudish king. Once upon a time, he’d had to almost force his way through Ichigo’s high barriers, breaking down every wall again and again. Now he only had to knock down the walls most of the time rather than all of the time. Hey…it was progress!
“As if I’d ever let anyone else see that tight ass of yours.”
******
Title: Relaxing Dandelion
For:
katami_sanPairing/Character: Urahara/Ichigo
Prompt: Gray Hair
It was impossible! The thing he held in his hand was in impossibility!
Ichigo’s eyes widened as he stared down at his fingers, his other hand holding onto the towel around his waist in a deadly grip. He was only seventeen…how was it possible to get your first gray hair at seventeen years old?! His teeth came out to bite at his bottom lip, bringing the hair up for closer inspection, trying to reason the whole scenario away. He had been using Kisuke’s hairbrush…maybe it was just one of the blonde’s hairs.
But this hair was so straight…and Urahara’s hair was so wavy and unruly. There was no denying it...it was…Ichigo’s. Ichigo had gray hair! No way!
“Kurosaki-kun?” came a hesitant voice from around the corner, Ichigo looking up into the mirror to see Kisuke peeking around the doorframe with a curious expression. His gray eyes landed on Ichigo’s hand, then moved up to his face, then back down to the hand, until finally the older man came fully into the room.
“What’s wrong Ichigo?” he questioned, pale eyebrow rising. “You look as though you just witnessed a murder.”
Ichigo found himself unable to speak, merely turning to Urahara with the hair in his hand and a bewildered look on his face. The blonde came forward, pulling the strand out of Ichigo’s boneless fingers to take a good look at it, the mercurial gray eyes become more and more amused by the moment. If Urahara laughed, Ichigo promised himself that he’d never forgive the older man…never! Eventually Urahara’s face broke out in a very wide grin, letting the lock fall to the floor before pulling Ichigo into a very firm hug.
“Don’t you dare laugh,” Ichigo hissed, his voice unyielding. “I will hate you forever. I don’t care how long we’ve been dating. I will hate you.”
There was a sound of muffled snickering behind his ear, but Urahara managed not to laugh(much to Ichigo’s surprise) before pulling back far enough to rub their cheeks together like cats. The motion was calming, easing Ichigo’s frayed nerves and making him smile. “Well…I would say that some people start to lose the color in their hair at an early age, but I don’t think that’s the problem.”
“What is the problem then?” Ichigo cocked his head to the side, honestly curious.
“Your stress level is much too high my dandelion! You need to relax. The weight of the world on your shoulders is pushing all the color right out your head!”
Ichigo thought on it for a moment, looking out the window of the bathroom with a sigh. Maybe Urahara was right, maybe he was too stressed out. When was the last time he actually sat down and did something fun for a little while? Hell…he couldn’t even remember! The most relaxing moments he had were usually here with the blonde, and even then Ichigo always had something to do. Between school, shinigami responsibilities, familial obligations and generally just saving the world…he was going to be in the grave before he was thirty!!
He jumped slightly when he felt Urahara lean into his ear, the blonde’s lips brushing delicately next to the shell, making Ichigo shiver. “I can help you relax…if you’d like.”
“I can help you lose an eye…if you’d like,” Ichigo replied smoothly, blinking a few times in the hope that he came across innocent.
Urahara grinned and stepped back, snapping his fan in front of his smile. “Or we could just go see a movie. I’ve wanted to see The Dark Knight since last week. Something about a man in black that does things to me…”
*****
Title: Domestic Bliss
For:
rulinianPairing/Character: Aizen/Gin
Prompt: Sitting around drinking tea and generally being normal.
Hueco Mundo was nice this time of year…if one could actually figure out what time of year it was. Ichimaru Gin sat quietly on one of the balconies of the Las Noches, sipping slowly on a cooling cup of tea and staring out into the endless sand. And it certainly was endless. And white. And empty. And boring. He had thought upon coming here that things would actually become more interesting, but much to his dismay they were actually rather dull. Aizen liked to think too much…it couldn’t be healthy.
He sighed, reaching out to grab at one of the small cookies that he knew to be sitting next to him on the table, only to find that his fingers instead brushed the hand of another. Looking up, his gaze locked with that of his oldest companion, the older man’s amazingly coy smile making Gin’s usual grin grow even wider. It didn’t seem to matter how long they’d known each other, he was consistently and delightfully amused by Aizen Sousuke. Perhaps it was that they were kindred spirits of a sort, maybe it was something akin to love, or maybe it was the simple fact that Sousuke was the only person alive who had never managed to lose Gin’s attention.
Or his affection…
“You’re thinking,” Aizen murmured, cocking his head to the side with that subtle smile. “What about?”
Gin turned his gaze back to the desert of Hueco Mundo, watching as a few of the arrancars ran out into the sand and began unceremoniously attacking each other. They tended to do this on a regular basis, for no apparent reason, until someone was usually pretty close to death or had at least lost one of their vital organs. However, Gin surmised that everyone needed something to do to alleviate the boredom of this place…so who was he to judge?
It was in this moment, sitting and having tea with his partner, watching their quasi-children playing out in the sand, that he realized how completely picturesque it all was. A strange and morbid version of a perfectly normal life. He felt vaguely like a parent watching their toddlers out in the yard…all it needed was a shaggy dog and a white picket fence. How odd. How idiosyncratic. How nice.
“Thinking about?” he answered finally, shaking his head as a dismembered arm went flying over his head to land in the hallway beyond. “Domestication.”
*****
Title: Like Milk
For:
liralenPairing/Character: Byakuya/Yoruichi
Prompt: Chase the Devil
“You realize I have absolutely no interest in chasing you about,” Byakuya looked over his shoulder, hearing her approach through the house. The soft padding of her feet was almost insanely loud on the tatami mats, piercing through the silence that had long since settled within the house’s walls. There hadn’t really been any noise for a long time, since Hisana had died, since he had found himself alone in this place. It didn’t bother him as much as it used to, as much as it probably should have. It seemed his heart had settled into the silence as well, was a part of it, and was accustomed to it.
“I didn’t come to play that kind of game anyway,” she sat down next to him, taking one of the ochoko sitting on the porch and reaching for the sake bottle. He watched from the corner of his eye as she shook the bottle, seeing through the glass as the sake became milky and cloudy. She poured herself a small splash of the rice wine and raised it to plum colored lips, Byakuya not bothering to mention that she probably should have asked before simply assuming she could have some of it. Yoruichi had never been one to ask permission for anything.
“Then what did you come here for?” he asked somewhat impatiently, pulling the bottle gracefully from her fingers and setting it back down with a muted sound. He’d made that sake himself, and he didn’t want her guzzling it as if it was some cheap brew from the slums. “Certainly my company is not to your liking, nor has it been for a hundred years.”
“You sound bitter,” she countered quickly, the sake half-raised to her lips. “Is it so surprising to you that I find your company pleasant? Or has it been too long since someone has last found you agreeable?”
“Don’t presume to act as though you know me inside and out Shihōin Yoruichi,” he glared at her, finding his temper rising despite his best efforts. The insufferable woman…she had always had the innate ability to get under his skin, to throw pebbles into the calm pool of his emotions. It was despicable. “I am far different than the young boy you once amused yourself by tormenting.”
“Hmm,” she replied noncommittally, letting her hands fall into her lap. Byakuya found himself momentarily mesmerized by those hands…long fingers, skin the color of soft walnut, the same hands that could cause so much damage and pain…were so delicate now. He looked up to find her surveying him as well, and he cocked his head to the side in a silent question. What was she seeing? Yoruichi seemed to be scrutinizing him very seriously, her eyes narrowed and focused.
“I’m afraid I lied,” she whispered, lowering her gaze to the ground.
“Lied?” he echoed, somewhat bothered by his own inability to come up with anything more pertinent to say. Perhaps it was better though to let her convey what she wished without his intervention. Yoruichi didn’t like to be led be a string; too headstrong. He could wait a few moments for her confession, if thats what this was. Byakuya was nothing if not a patient man.
“Yes,” she smiled, almost sad though not quite. “It seems I’ve come to play a game of catch the devil with you after all."
I actually think that the Byakuya/Yoruichi one turned out the best, though I had the most fun with the Uraichi one (naturally, they're my favorite). I'm also rather pleased with the Aizen/Gin one as i'd never written Gin's voice before but I think he came out pretty well. Let me know, kay?
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Cherry!
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Date: 2008-07-24 09:41 pm (UTC)I liked them all...I really did.
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Date: 2008-07-24 09:46 pm (UTC)And then my Ichigo muse promptly smacked me over the head and told me he was NEVER wearing those. I beg to differ Ichigo...I beg to differ...
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed them all!
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Date: 2008-07-24 11:22 pm (UTC)That was wonderful with Mayuri. I love that he found it amusing to watch Nemu get zapped and then bowed to the wishes of a baby. The casual natue of what he was going to do later was perfect demented clown, too. Thanks babe.
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Date: 2008-07-24 11:31 pm (UTC)I *almost* want to write more of him now. Almost.
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Date: 2008-07-25 03:20 am (UTC)*waits patiently for her prompt* don't worry about it ... I kind of figured something like that would happen.
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Date: 2008-07-26 12:39 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked the other ones though! I thought they all turned out pretty well, ne?
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Date: 2008-07-26 02:44 am (UTC)yep, they did all come out beautifully. though, I find it amusing that you were worried that you wouldn't get 5 prompts and you got more than that, and I didn't even get five ... lol.
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Date: 2008-07-26 03:06 am (UTC)I have a bad habit of underestimating myself *shrug*
I'd request an Uraichi from you if you wanted to write it. *giggle* I *never* get tired of my OTP.
Though you're under no obligation obviously. *smile*
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Date: 2008-07-26 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-25 12:34 pm (UTC)The Byakuya/Yoruichi is sweet but not cloying, and I quite like how she effortlessly gets a rise out of Byakuya (no pun intended :p).
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Date: 2008-07-26 12:41 am (UTC)I loved the Byakuya/Yoruichi one. It came from my brain with almost no effort...which usually means it wanted to be written in the first place. Yay!
I thank thee. Glad you liked.
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Date: 2008-07-25 07:48 pm (UTC)I love how hard Byakuya is to reach and how Yoruichi tries, still. And I love how you made the end just a little bitter, but sweet too, that Bya can be patient, too, and knows Yoruichi at least that well.
I really liked it a lot.
I liked the other ones, too!! I *liked* the Mayuri one. *laughs* The pants were too hot to think all the way through. I liked Urahara calling Ichigo his "Dandelion" a lot. And seeing the inside of Gin's head in a long term relationship with Aizen was... weird, but.. I think that worked with the prompt very well.
Nicely done.
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Date: 2008-07-26 12:43 am (UTC)And Ura calling Ichigo his dandelion was actually a throwback to waaayyy back at the beginning of the series when Ichimaru mentions that Ichigo's hair looks like a dandelion puff. I thought it was cute so voila!
I'm glad you liked! Now I just need to finish the newest chapter of Sour Apple.
*sweatdrop*
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Date: 2008-07-26 04:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-26 03:17 pm (UTC)Ura will still loooove him though.
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Date: 2008-07-26 12:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-26 03:18 pm (UTC)