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Writing meme.

1) I have writer's block like you wouldn't believe.
2) I hate Teamwork. Especially fight scenes and porn. From now on Team Seven will spend their days cuddling platonically and bantering.
3) None of my multiparts inspire me.

Therefore! KISSING MEME. >:O

1) Choose two characters in the list. Yes, only two.
2) Then choose a mood. (content, melancholy, giggly, murderous, and the like).
3) Then if I'm inspired, I write you kissies. NO MOOD, NO KISSIES.

*Both crossover pairings and pairings I don't usually write are accepted. I'm not promising they'll be any good though. (you don't HAVE to request a crossover pairing tho, i'm gonna run out of ways to make the crossovers happen at this rate XD)
*Plz don't request impossible things, for example Sephiroth/Itachi with the mood "happy". :p I'm trying to keep the crack on the "strange but still sorta IC" side of things, I have this pathological need to explain what the fuck is going on and when I can't I get all sad.
*You can put in two requests at a time. I will either write one, write both (haha yeahright), or tell you "sorry, I won't be able to do this one." As long as you have two requests in the queue, please don't post more. If one gets written or "no can do", then feel free to suggest a third.
*There is no preset limit to the number of prompts -- I'll just close the requests when I realize I once again got in over my head. I'm sorry to say that people who request late will likely not get a ficlet, because my energy will have run out long ago. A few might trickle in late, though, you never know.

Here's the list of characters I'm willing to write about :
Naruto: Sasuke, Naruto, Kyuunaru, Sakura, Sai, Itachi, Neji, Hinata, Hanabi, Ino, Suigetsu, Karin
Gundam Wing: Heero, ~~Duo~~ (only available in-universe from now on :p), Wufei, Relena, Hilde
Bastard!!: Dark Schneider, Kall Su, Arshes Nei
FF7: Cloud, Sephiroth, Zack, Aeris, Tifa, Red XIII
DragonBall Z: Vegeta, Bulma, Goku, Chichi, Radditz (tho he'll probably be OOC).
Seirei no Moribito: Balsa, Tanda, Shuga (star diviner), Jin (hunter who loevs Chagum)
Kingdom Hearts: Sora, Roxas

If you want me to write someone else, suggest it, but I'm not promising I can write them worth beans. Also open are any of my OCs, fanfic and ofic both, if the mood takes you.

Balsa/Jin, frustration (so not a ficlet, argh!) - zack/aeris, melancholy (kinda cliche sorry) - Shuga/Jin - relief - Sasuke/Karin, frustrated (vaguely disturbing) - Sakura/Karin: Jealousy (kinda porny)

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Balsa/Jin - frustration :D

1. Askerian and Hinata, wistful
2. Aeris and Relena, because there's never enough girlporn (this isn't the mood, just Jo commentary), relaxing

*cheerfully kills you, I'm sure*

Zack and Aeris, melancholy. (Was in the midst of clearing FF7:CC haha!)

Shuga/Jin - relief. ♥!

Duo/Hanabi - tense (go ahead and age Hanabi up or age Duo down >.>; )

and/or

Wufei/Sakura - annoyed

I totally blame these on me being sick. Also on the fact that I really only know Naruto and GW. >.>;

Sasuke/Karin, frustrated or Naruto/Sai, needy

1. Vegeta/Bulma - desperation
2. Kyuunaru/Hinata - playful

idk, I'm like, suddenly obsessed with het these days <3

Sakura/Karin: Jealousy

Sai/Naruto: Learning/Teaching Confusion.

Sephiroth and Cloud, fragile

-or-

Hilde and Tifa, playful.

♥

Suigetsu/Roxas, bravado

... That's not a ficlet. D:

Jin ground his teeth together, narrowed his eyes threateningly, and placed a hand on his sword in a ready to draw gesture that had broken the nerve of many a would-be opponent.

Balsa took another sip of tea. "He'll be back when he gets back," she said, throwing him an unimpressed, heavy-lidded look oved the rip of her cup.

"You are hiding the Prince," Jin said slowly, biting out ever word. Anything he could have said after that fell flat, though -- 'Tell me or I'll kill you'? She didn't need the favor of the Prince to protect her. 'I could have you arrested for it'? Only if they managed to catch her.

"Feel free to search the house."

Jin's hand clenched on the hilt of his sword. She sneaked him a sideway look from under long eyelashes, unimpressed. Her spear was propped up on the wall; she'd have the blade to his throat before he finished drawing and they both knew it.

"... Sit down," she said. "Drink some tea."

Jin breathed through his nose, rather than letting his temper get the best of him -- because Balsa the Spearwielder would get the best of his temper and his pride both. Hard. "I do not want tea. I want to know--"

"--Where the prince is. I'd tell you if I knew," she said, looking both amused and resigned in about equal measures. "He didn't mention it. But he's with Touya and Saya; Chagum could talk Touya into just about anything, but she'll keep them both out of trouble."

Jin wasn't reassured. Of course almost no one would recognize Prince Chagum for who he was -- no assassin would expect him wandering the city in disguise as a peasant, and it was taboo for commoners to gaze upon the Imperial Family so no one would know him on sight; but his quality shone through even the most grim of disguises, and he did not tolerate injustice. Those differences made him a potential target for bullies. At fourteen, the Prince was showing some promise in the arts of war, but he was still slender; and Jin would be dishonored if he came back with even one bruise, one trace of dirt on his fair skin.

He loved the Prince like he would love no one else, with a devotion that burned, and if he could die for his sake, being of use to him, he would say it was a life well-lived; but if half the things he wanted to tell the young man right this moment passed his lips he would probably have to cut off his own tongue.

Jin growled his frustration and let his hand fall from his sword. Balsa smiled faintly, a secretive smile that he was pretty sure was mocking him in some way.

"Don't fret. He's safe enough."

"Safe enough would be him at the palace, locked up in his bedchamber."

Balsa chuckled. "Ah, it's no use trying to put the chick back in its shell. Jin... He's safe. And right now, he's happy."

Jin hesitated, poised on the balls of his feet. Balsa couldn't -- wouldn't -- help; he'd been about to leave and start searching on his own.

She'd just said the only thing that could have stopped him.

He turned away, stared at the door he wasn't going to walk out of. "... Your aim is good," he acknowledged quietly. With words or with weapons. It was an admirable quality -- admirable like a good blade, and often cutting just as deep.

"Thank you," she replied dryly. "Sit down," she invited again. "If you leave to look for him now you'll miss him coming back. You might as well stop looming while you're at it."

Jin's brow furrowed farther. "Thank you for the invitation. But I am on duty."

"You're in my house."

Jin tensed up, shifted so his side was to her, his hand back on his sword. There was a new tone to her words; like she was reaching the end of her willingness to tolerate his attitude. His skin tingled; his heart sped up.

Fighting against Balsa was always dangerous, and so far had always ended in a loss to him. But the rush of finding himself matched, of countering skills he had never practiced, the drive to prove his skills, his worth...

Jin's life was not his own to gamble on a whim, and Balsa was a personal friend of the prince, not to be challenged for the pleasure and the pride of seeing how far he had come. But if she challenged him first...

"I was going to ask if you want to spar to spend the time, but it seems pretty obvious the answer is yes," she said, and smiled in that mysterious way again, laughing at him behind the veil of her eyelashes.

Jin stared at her for a second -- the pouty lips that couldn't distract from her clear, predatory gaze; the curves and the lean muscles; the callused, familiar grip on the shaft of the spear -- and then he nodded briefly.

Balsa abandoned her tea and walked out first, leading the way. He followed without a word.

They started out slow, warming up, a couple of testing prods here, a slightly too slow swipe there. Jin kept to his sword; if he pulled a throwing knife things might escalate and the sheath on the spearhead fall off.

If she had smiled, he would have used the knives; but she gave the match all her concentration and seriousness, and somewhere deep down he was glad, flattered.

Faster, then, though still conventional, still expected. Neither of them wanted to surprise the other. He could still tell her skill, though. He might win. Perhaps.

And she lunged and slashed, and he jumped over and rolled, and they clashed -- he pushed her back a few steps, but it was a feint and she whirled, and blocking sent shocks up his arms, and faster and faster they went -- not training there, not long, tedious drilling, not a master-and-student match where she sought to correct his mistakes. Not life or death either, no grim determination, soul closed off, ready for another kill.

He saw she was grinning, then, feral and elated by the challenge and the game, the edge of danger. He saw her grinning and realized he was, too. He didn't remember the last time he had delighted in his own abilities, the swiftness of his reflexes, the vital strength running through his body, the last time he had fought purely for the pleasure of it.

So she charged, point first, and at the last second only did he move -- hooking the shaft of the spear with the curved guard of his blade and twisting, putting the strength of his shoulder and his whole weight in it.

Her spear was torn from her hand and clattered on the floor. He didn't have the time to lift his sword again; she had already moved into his space. She stopped the heel strike before she crushed his trachea, palm resting against his throat; they stopped moving in common agreement. He was gratified to see she was breathing just as hard as he was.

Balsa was still smiling. "Good job," she said, and her voice wasn't mocking, and it wasn't condescending, it was approving and pleased and low and even slightly purring.

He leaned forward into her hand, and he kissed her, lips open, with the barely restrained intensity of their fight. Because she was beautiful, and dangerous, and a formidable enemy.

A line of fire burned along his side, where the spear had gouged him despite the blunted sheath. Groaning, he nipped her lips, and grabbed her upper arm to pull her closer.

The hand she had on his throat tightened in warning, and he remembered himself, froze against her. She had never indicated that she would welcome his advances. She was a woman -- well into her thirties; he was a young man. She -- respected him, surely, but not as an equal; he wasn't warrior enough yet.

He'd ruined it, hadn't he. He stared at her wordlessly, barely a hand's span apart, too far for him. She was out of his league in all the ways possible and he knew that, had known it from the start.

She arched an eyebrow at him; he clenched his jaw. He had to apologize, but nothing would come that would have been sincere. He couldn't regret it.

Then she chuckled, low and knowing and amused. "I guess you deserved to have this one."

Her hand trailed off his throat, cupped his cheek -- so fast it was over before he wrapped his mind around it.

"Next time let's not spar where Chagum can see it, hm?"

And as Jin blinked stupidly, his princely charge popped out of the barn loft he'd be spying from and marched up to them. "Balsa!"

"Chagum. It's time you went home, I think."

The heir of the Yogo empire stared at the Kanbal peasant. The Kanbal peasant stared back, unimpressed.

"Chagum."

"Oh, fine! But it isn't fair."

Chagum sighed, squeezed Balsa's offered hand in goodbye, and walked off in the direction of the palace. Jin trailed him in silence, unable to even glance back at Balsa to see how she was taking it. The important right now was once again the Prince, as it should be.

The prince was displeased with him. He wouldn't turn to look at Jin.

Balsa had, after all, been his adoptive mother for a time -- Jin could understand not being deemed worthy. And if Chagum disapproved, then that was it. "If Your Highness doesn't --"

"Oh, if Balsa has decided she wants you, then I guess that's alright."

Jin blinked. "Your Highness...?"

Chagum's voice darkened. "Just be nice to Tanda or I'll be cross with you."

"-- yes, your Highness." A pause. "...Thank you, your Highness."

Chagum grinned at him over his shoulder, nothing like a noble, everything like an impish, bratty friend. "After all, it means more opportunities to visit for me."

Jin opened his mouth. Closed it. Frowned, sternly. "... No, your Highness, it really doesn't."

"Aw, come on...!"

"My prince, I'm serious."

But Chagum was laughing.

After a minute, Jin started smiling with him.

Sai/Neji, curiosity killed the cat?
Or Sora/Roxas, compromise?

... That's not a ficlet. D:

Woohoo! I won the Asuka lottery! :D

She was out of his league in all the ways possible and he knew that, had known it from the start.

Damn right. :D Balsa is in a league of her own and everyone knows it. She also tops all, so go with it kid.

Chagum's voice darkened. "Just be nice to Tanda or I'll be cross with you."

Poor Tanda, do you think he ever gets some from Balsa or is he forever doomed to patch her up with no compensation?

*sulk sulk huff*

oh, by now she and Tanda are probably an item of sorts. Just, you know, she deserves several wives for her harem. u.u (also she doesn't mind all the Tanda/Shuga uke-sex on the side, so Tanda can allow her a boytoy of her own. >____>)

Karin/Naruto murdeous.

wow.

Roxas/Aeris, Nostalgic.

Or Naruto/Cloud, Mirrors. (Though that's not much of an emotion, um, melancholy? Cloud usually is anyway.)

okay this one is tough to think up a bunny for. I am going with Sasuke/Hinata embarrassed

Aww. *petpets*

Balsa definitely deserves a harem, and yay for Tanda/Shuga uke-sex. I love how you think. ♥♥♥

Bulma + Ino = Giggly

>.>

Never played it XD;;; do you like it?

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"Whatcha thinking about, babe?"

Aeris blinked and looked up, giving her boyfriend an absent smile. He'd been smiling; he didn't really stop, but his brow furrowed in concern.

"Aeris? You okay, hon?"

She chuckled and waved her hand as if to cast off his worry. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I've missed you, is all."

"So why're you moping instead of enjoying my radiance? I radiate very sexily, you know."

She burst out in giggles. "You'll never change."

"Nope, never, ever, ever. So, where were we -- ahh. You were thinking you're not gonna stop missing me anytime soon, is that it?"

Aeris looked away briefly. She'd always had good insight, born from her bond with all living things -- but Zack's insight came purely from his own personality.

"Hon, if I could I'd be with you all the time. But you know how it is..."

She smiled at him, to show there were no hard feelings. "Monsters to slay, people to save. Big responsibilities. I know. I still miss you." She grinned. "My big hero."

"And don't you forget it." Zack laughed with her, leaned closer, forehead to forehead almost. "I miss you too, but as long as we keep on meeting like this it's fine."

Aeris's eyes softened. "I'll be with you soon."

Zack looked stricken. She brushed her lips aginst his cheek, and then his unsmiling mouth -- lightly, lightly, so the strange, too-cool tingle almost seemed to come from contact with real skin, chilled with winter. It was late spring. "Go slay Cloud's monsters, love. I'll be waiting for you."

She straightened up, away from the green glow of the Lifestream wellspring, and the light sloughed off her hands, allowing the ghost to fade away.

She knew when the time came he would be waiting too.

Yay Kissy meme! How I has missed you.

Ino/Sakura, bitchy

Kyuunaru/Naruto, Dominant

Kyuunaru/Saku - Jealous.

Itachi and Sephiroth, weirded out

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