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Monthly word count - September
TOTAL: 3 026 words :X
that's all?? it felt like more ;^;
POSTED: nop
IN PROGRESS:
-bloodsport (390 words)
-grimmichi superheroes AU (221 words)
-madatobiizu cherry wine (1 537 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 (878 words)
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bloodsport
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"They checked out the historic neighborhood too, and the Ambassadors' Row where you'll be lodged eventually--"
Ichigo could see her losing patience with his shit behind her affable smile, and suddenly he was out of patience with it too, with himself.
He still didn't want to do the tourist shit. But he needed to be doing something.
"What's the shittiest neighborhood you can get to in under an hour from here?" he asked, rolling his stiff shoulders and stuffing his hands deeper in his front pockets.
Askin stared at him with his mouth open, and then moaned. "Oh nooo. Kurosaki, no. My man, my friend--"
"I'm not looking for a fight! I just --"
He forced himself silent, staring at the two Arrancars in front of him. Neither one was showing any inhuman traits right now, but he could feel them there. He could feel the whole room around him with that other sense that wasn't quite telekinesis -- that was, Urahara liked to say, to telekinesis what echolocation was to sound -- could feel the personnel discreetly waiting behind closed doors so he could have the lobby to himself, deferential and only vaguely annoyed that it was taking him so long to clear out. Askin was exasperated-worried-shielding; the Arrancars...
The other one was small and thin and delicate-looking. They felt even more predatory than the woman.
Both of them, really, had the same fangy edge. Like cats watching a new creature wander by, trying to figure out if it was anything they could mangle or what.
Ichigo missed being unable to read an Arrancar's emotions properly. Normal human beings didn't feel things like that.
"If I'm going to live here," he said, firming his voice, his chin raised to meet their eyes in turn, "I don't want to only know the rich areas."
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superheroes
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"So," Rukia said the moment they were out of the building and the rushing student crowds, and brought so much suspicion and emphasis on the word that Ishida and Inoue immediately went on alert like pointer dogs.
Behind them, Mizuiro and Chizuru arched their eyebrows; Asano blinked a full three seconds later. Okay, no escape from there, but at least when they drew closer it stopped anybody else from moving in too.
"Family trouble again?" Ishida asked, looking vaguely unimpressed, except for his wary, narrowed eyes.
"Eh... Sorta. Stray cat kinda wandered into my house and now we're nursing it back to health. It's, uh, bitchy." Ichigo made vague clawing motions with his hands and felt lame as hell.
Asano flopped against his shoulder to peer at his face; Ichigo sidestepped out from under him. "Hey! No, but there's something you're not telling here, Ichigo--"
"It's blue," Ichigo hissed under his breath.
Asano made a worried face and immediately huddled closer, telegraphing his sudden oh-no-big-secret-shhh! with every line of his body and every furtive (not) glance. "Whoa, whoa, buddy, that's, uh, not a cat then."
Groaning, Ichigo replied in the same exaggerated undertone, "you think?"
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cherry wine
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"Send me Tatsuo next."
"Yes sir."
Izuna passed her as she went back into the receiving room, crossing the engawa and hopping down into the garden with him. "I'm back."
"Welcome back. News?"
"We're going to the theater this afternoon!" Izuna gave him a wide, insincere smile. "You had better not hate on the show, it was the best I could find."
"Huh." Madara arched an eyebrow. "Any reason why we must go, then?"
Izuna started counting on his fingers pointedly. "Because I want to see a show and you never want to go out; because we don't have any invitations for this afternoon so why not. Because I promised the Haruno sisters a date."
Madara ruthlessly shoved down the annoyance that wanted to bubble up at Izuna getting him involved in his social entanglements with strangers. Izuna had liked them, so it should be good enough for Madara -- and from Izuna's strange smile, the date wasn't even the point.
"And?"
"We need to be seen out in town and not caring." A telling pause. "And it won't hurt if people assume we kept them around last night."
Decoy and political maneuver all at once. Alright.
After yesterday's clusterfuck of embarrassments and straight up ambushes -- the official apology, the tea party that was supposed to show unconcern and strength and instead got him drugged into a rut, the assault on Naohime trying to set them against the Senju and get them in trouble with the daimyos all over again -- they did need to do some damage control.
"Also you didn't even look at them last night!" Izuna added in a fit of pique, throwing his hands up exasperatedly. "I need some data if I'm gonna calibrate my search properly and they have really unique hair, which is the only thing you admitted to liking to me."
"--I see."
"It's all in really pure shades of pink! Not muddy or rusty at all, thick and long, everything, and they're both cute and they have very striking blue eyes to go with it, so visually they're great. As people they're also great, they're just looking for a fling and weren't weird about us being nobles or being shinobi, I will be so cross, niisan."
Madara swallowed back a chuckle. "Very well, I'll go."
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suburban ot4
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Grimmjow's face is still creased from the pillow. From the nap they just took, more of an excuse to curl up together and rest, keeping an ear out for Kazui. His hair is a mussed mess.
His face says 'please tell me I didn't hear what I just heard', but not in a hopeful way.
"... Kurosaki?"
Nelliel goes back to the mattress, sinks down to her knees at the edge. Behind her, Ichigo's feet shuffle tentatively.
"Hey," Ichigo says, voice quiet, sad, guilty. "We're back."
Grimmjow stares up at him. He's still buried in comforters up to his hips. "Didn't go well, huh."
Another beat of silence, heavy. "No. The rental contract was -- we tried, he--"
"It's okay," Nelliel interrupts, gently, and doesn't look at him. "He changed the guest spots, yeah?"
"Fuck," Grimmjow mutters to himself, and rakes both hands over his face, jaw gone tight. "Fuck."
"I'm sorry. It's back to two guests now. I can't even say anything because that's just standard."
Nelliel and her package count as a single guest as long as the kid isn't out of her belly, and not a day longer. The second her child is born, that makes three.
that's all?? it felt like more ;^;
POSTED: nop
IN PROGRESS:
-bloodsport (390 words)
-grimmichi superheroes AU (221 words)
-madatobiizu cherry wine (1 537 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 (878 words)
--
bloodsport
--
"They checked out the historic neighborhood too, and the Ambassadors' Row where you'll be lodged eventually--"
Ichigo could see her losing patience with his shit behind her affable smile, and suddenly he was out of patience with it too, with himself.
He still didn't want to do the tourist shit. But he needed to be doing something.
"What's the shittiest neighborhood you can get to in under an hour from here?" he asked, rolling his stiff shoulders and stuffing his hands deeper in his front pockets.
Askin stared at him with his mouth open, and then moaned. "Oh nooo. Kurosaki, no. My man, my friend--"
"I'm not looking for a fight! I just --"
He forced himself silent, staring at the two Arrancars in front of him. Neither one was showing any inhuman traits right now, but he could feel them there. He could feel the whole room around him with that other sense that wasn't quite telekinesis -- that was, Urahara liked to say, to telekinesis what echolocation was to sound -- could feel the personnel discreetly waiting behind closed doors so he could have the lobby to himself, deferential and only vaguely annoyed that it was taking him so long to clear out. Askin was exasperated-worried-shielding; the Arrancars...
The other one was small and thin and delicate-looking. They felt even more predatory than the woman.
Both of them, really, had the same fangy edge. Like cats watching a new creature wander by, trying to figure out if it was anything they could mangle or what.
Ichigo missed being unable to read an Arrancar's emotions properly. Normal human beings didn't feel things like that.
"If I'm going to live here," he said, firming his voice, his chin raised to meet their eyes in turn, "I don't want to only know the rich areas."
--
superheroes
--
"So," Rukia said the moment they were out of the building and the rushing student crowds, and brought so much suspicion and emphasis on the word that Ishida and Inoue immediately went on alert like pointer dogs.
Behind them, Mizuiro and Chizuru arched their eyebrows; Asano blinked a full three seconds later. Okay, no escape from there, but at least when they drew closer it stopped anybody else from moving in too.
"Family trouble again?" Ishida asked, looking vaguely unimpressed, except for his wary, narrowed eyes.
"Eh... Sorta. Stray cat kinda wandered into my house and now we're nursing it back to health. It's, uh, bitchy." Ichigo made vague clawing motions with his hands and felt lame as hell.
Asano flopped against his shoulder to peer at his face; Ichigo sidestepped out from under him. "Hey! No, but there's something you're not telling here, Ichigo--"
"It's blue," Ichigo hissed under his breath.
Asano made a worried face and immediately huddled closer, telegraphing his sudden oh-no-big-secret-shhh! with every line of his body and every furtive (not) glance. "Whoa, whoa, buddy, that's, uh, not a cat then."
Groaning, Ichigo replied in the same exaggerated undertone, "you think?"
--
cherry wine
--
"Send me Tatsuo next."
"Yes sir."
Izuna passed her as she went back into the receiving room, crossing the engawa and hopping down into the garden with him. "I'm back."
"Welcome back. News?"
"We're going to the theater this afternoon!" Izuna gave him a wide, insincere smile. "You had better not hate on the show, it was the best I could find."
"Huh." Madara arched an eyebrow. "Any reason why we must go, then?"
Izuna started counting on his fingers pointedly. "Because I want to see a show and you never want to go out; because we don't have any invitations for this afternoon so why not. Because I promised the Haruno sisters a date."
Madara ruthlessly shoved down the annoyance that wanted to bubble up at Izuna getting him involved in his social entanglements with strangers. Izuna had liked them, so it should be good enough for Madara -- and from Izuna's strange smile, the date wasn't even the point.
"And?"
"We need to be seen out in town and not caring." A telling pause. "And it won't hurt if people assume we kept them around last night."
Decoy and political maneuver all at once. Alright.
After yesterday's clusterfuck of embarrassments and straight up ambushes -- the official apology, the tea party that was supposed to show unconcern and strength and instead got him drugged into a rut, the assault on Naohime trying to set them against the Senju and get them in trouble with the daimyos all over again -- they did need to do some damage control.
"Also you didn't even look at them last night!" Izuna added in a fit of pique, throwing his hands up exasperatedly. "I need some data if I'm gonna calibrate my search properly and they have really unique hair, which is the only thing you admitted to liking to me."
"--I see."
"It's all in really pure shades of pink! Not muddy or rusty at all, thick and long, everything, and they're both cute and they have very striking blue eyes to go with it, so visually they're great. As people they're also great, they're just looking for a fling and weren't weird about us being nobles or being shinobi, I will be so cross, niisan."
Madara swallowed back a chuckle. "Very well, I'll go."
--
suburban ot4
--
Grimmjow's face is still creased from the pillow. From the nap they just took, more of an excuse to curl up together and rest, keeping an ear out for Kazui. His hair is a mussed mess.
His face says 'please tell me I didn't hear what I just heard', but not in a hopeful way.
"... Kurosaki?"
Nelliel goes back to the mattress, sinks down to her knees at the edge. Behind her, Ichigo's feet shuffle tentatively.
"Hey," Ichigo says, voice quiet, sad, guilty. "We're back."
Grimmjow stares up at him. He's still buried in comforters up to his hips. "Didn't go well, huh."
Another beat of silence, heavy. "No. The rental contract was -- we tried, he--"
"It's okay," Nelliel interrupts, gently, and doesn't look at him. "He changed the guest spots, yeah?"
"Fuck," Grimmjow mutters to himself, and rakes both hands over his face, jaw gone tight. "Fuck."
"I'm sorry. It's back to two guests now. I can't even say anything because that's just standard."
Nelliel and her package count as a single guest as long as the kid isn't out of her belly, and not a day longer. The second her child is born, that makes three.