it's all a great cosmic joke

What Do You Want For Breakfast

2009-06-21T14:33:46Z

Title: What do you want for Breakfast
Author: naki-sama
Fandom: Kamui
Couple: Shui x Atsuma
Disclaimer: not mine
Note: yet another unknown yet awesome manga. from Atsuma's pov.

He knows i wake early. so he comes when i'm still in bed. his singing voice down the halls tells me of his arrival. his lips against my forehead, his hand wrapped around mine. his smile is gentle, greeting me. "what would you like to eat for breakfast, kitty? a bowl of milk." i never reply, but that doesn't matter, because he'll make me eat. with a song in his speech, and laughter in his eyes, he kisses me again.

He says he doesn't ask questions. "what would you like for breakfast?" his smile, his eyes, are asking something different. with that questions, it's like he's saying 'who are you, where are you from, why are you here?' gently, with a smile, before continuing to sing while holding my hand. "what would you like for breakfast?" looking at me with such interest, it hard not to understand what he's really thinking. "may i tame you, black cat with straying eyes?" i never reply. because he already knows.

owari.

Compliments

2009-05-01T02:08:09Z

Title: Compliments
Author: Naki-sama
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia
Couple: Zellos x Lloyd
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: ultra gay Zellos isn't mine.
Note: drabble!

Lloyd often felt eyes on him. Sometimes Colette's eyes, sometimes the eyes of creatures watching from under bushes, and almost always the eyes of Kratos who watched him like a mother hawk watching her children.
But at the moment, Lloyd felt a different gaze. It burned and felt uncomfortable. He turned, but everyone was doing something else. Even Kratos wasn't looking at him, he was busy staring at the back of Zelos's head. As soon as he turned around again, he felt eyes, burning his butt with the stare. he knew who it was now.
"Zelos stop staring at my butt!" Zelos only laughed, narrowly avoiding Kratos's swipe at his head.
"take it as a compliment, Bud, you have a nice ass." Zelos smirked as he walked a little quicker to catch up to Lloyd, trying to ignore Kratos's deathly glare.
" those aren't the kind of compliments i want!" Zelos grinned, slapping Lloyd's ass as he walked past him, avoiding Krato's flying kick to his head.

OWARI

Love is War

2009-05-01T00:31:25Z

Title: Love is War
Author: Naki-sama
Fandom: Hetalia-Axis Powers
Couple: Prussia x Austria
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: why would i want this to be mine? the epic guy who wrote this put enough yaoi hints for even my cravings!
Note: it's a drabble!

A Young Germany didn't understand. Prussia didn't blame him. Austria was still weak from his defeat, and Prussia was feeling good about it. He and Austria were bound to do this for a long time. And Germany didn't understand that. Didn't understand his Brother's and his old Caretaker's relationship. It was weird. but he wanted to know. His blue eyes gazed up at his big brother as he asked "why do you always kiss Austria after you fight?" Prussia's eyes glittered with malice, not reall seing his brother as he rubbed the head of soft gold locks. "Because Love is War. and we're always at war."

Owari.

Howling Lonely

2009-03-30T22:40:21Z

Title: Howling Lonely
Author: Chalchihuitlicue
Fandom: Bleach
Couple: Hichi x Ichi
Disclaimer: blah blah you know the drill
Note: le blah. it's a drabble!

He was lonely. It was feeling he remembered well, still young, hollow cries reverberating in his chest, leaving his eyes moist, his throat dry and his heart unsatisfied. loneliness was an illness. that was no metaphor. It was an illness, like theflu, or a cold. tha's what he liked to believ, otherwise, how would t be explainable? It was an illness. curable by talking to someone, anyone. but here in this desolae place, there was no one to talk to. so he howled instead. At the sky, at himself, at everything. until his fingers were numb from clutching and his eyes sore from searching. King was up there somewhere, beautiful as ever. all fire and love and his own bittersweet brand of loneliness. what he would give for a taste of that kind. "they don't understand, do they king?" it was the first words he'd spoken in a long time. his voice was tired and abused from screaming. he wasn't sure if King had heard him. but it felt better. something was warmer. it was probably only his imagination. that someone answered "we don't need to cry anymore."

OWARI

Just Like You

2009-01-11T20:47:23Z

Title: Just Like You
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hichi x Ichi
Disclaimer: bleach no mine
Warnings: slightly disturbing
Notes: drabble... Shiro's pov

I Bet the world looks like it's spinning too fast, out of your control, away from sense. King, nothing was ever in your control, not even me. I bet you're wondering why the world is dim, why your fingers feel cold, why you taste blood in your mouth. If I were anyone else, maybe my emotions would be different. I pity you. I want to kss your lips now that their cold and still. I bet you're choking, wondering at the feel of our kiss. I bet you're gasping for air. I could be like you. I could be pathetic like you. After all, i was born from you. but we're too different. I took chance where there was none. It'll be over soon King. I want to shush and cuddle now that you're unable to resist. Maybe we're alike, but i'll never be your copy. don't worry King. i'll be back for you. I take you're hand. It's strangely warm. you grasp my fingers, eyes flickering in recognition. Then i stand up, turn to the enemy and laugh. i bet you're lips still tingle. I'm just like you, so i should know.

OWARI

Tiny

2009-01-10T23:16:21Z

Title: Tiny
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Nnoitra x Neliel
Disclaimer: No mine
Warnings: Worksafe
Note: it's a drabble.

His Eyes Fell on her. She was tiny. he didn't remember her being so tiny. it was odd, looking down on her, scorning her. he supposed it looked weird to her too. he probably looked too big. so big that he didn't fit the image of him (too tiny, he had to get bigger!) in her head. his voice was almost gentle, almost soft, almost reasurring. he wanted to sound angry, hateful, hurt, anything but soft. but she was so tiny, her eyes were wide, tear filled. he wanted to stop looking at her. his eyes were soft, still remembering (it hurt that she didn't have the same look in her eyes. how could she not remember?) still focused on when she'd been the big one, when he'd been tiny, small childlike. he needed to destory that.

owari.

The Stars Were Not Bright

2009-01-05T12:02:18Z

Title: the stars were not bright
author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Hakusaku to Yosei
Pairing: Raven x Edgar
Disclaimer: no mine
Warnings: worksafe
Note: poem...

The Stars were not bright
and the moon was only a rock
when Edgar-sama was not close enough to touch
his blood grew hot
his body pained
if Edgar-sama was not there to make it better.
he liked gazing into ash muave eyes
he liked losing himslf the way countless women did.
it may not have been his place.
but he would have liked to touch.
the stars were like a path
the moon was like a promis,
when Edgar-sama held him close.
He lost clear focus,
his eyes grew hazy.
When he was near Edgar-sama.
the stars were not bright
the moon was only a rock,
when she was there to take Edgar-sama from him.
he watched from afar.
and listened to the stars laugh.
like a great cosmic joke.

Jealous

2009-01-04T19:29:17Z

Title: Jealous
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: implied Sebastian x ciel and onesided Plute x Sebastian
Warnings: Worksafe
Disclaimer: nuu mine
Note:....a drabble.

He did not like the way Master Red Eyes stood so close to that Little Boy. He did not like the kisses they sometimes shared. But perhaps he'd be able to tolerate it if Master Red Eyes kissed him too. Because he knew Little Boy wasn't bad. he was jealous. he knew Master Red Eyes didn't like him that much, only used him. Master Red Eyes was never like that with Little Boy. they looked at each other for long moments, their eyes speaking. Everything about them was perfectly in tune. he could feel it. Master Red Eyes didn't love him like that. and the few kindnesses he was shown only made that knowledge hurt more. but he kept coming back because so long as he loved Master Red Eyes, nothing mattered. Besides, Master Red Eyes was happy with Little Boy. he wanted to be kissed like that. he was jealous. But Master Red Eyes' happiness came first.

OWARI

Black Cherries

2009-01-04T05:02:22Z

Title: Black Cherries
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)
Pairing: Sebastian x Ciel
Warnings: more or less worksafe
Disclaimer: no mine
Notes: a poem, from Ciel's point of veiw.

Black
So Black that it was glistening white.
too bright
it hurt to look at Sebastian too long.
Red
so red it was sickening
too distasteful.
something about Sebastian
(about all of this)
made him sick to his stomach
Black and Red Kisses
like cherries dipped in sugar.
those kisses were unwelcome.
but he couldn't say 'no' now.
not even if he wanted
(did he?)
it was near impossible.
he was entranced by cherry red kisses
(because he didn't want to think about what else was red
the kisses should be black then)
he'd break if he was put under anymore pressure.
Black
so black
that he was going to be corruppted by it.

OWARI

Dante's Pillow Book

2009-01-03T19:16:18Z

Title: Dante' s Pillow Book
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Pairing: slight Vergil/Dante
Warnings: Worksafe
Disclaimer: no mine
Notes: written like a journal, each different paragraph is a different entry. inspired by my little red note book, which i call Dante's Pillow Book.

I Like roses. Vergil liked roses. and i like roses cause of Vergil. I feel stupid writing about my 'Feelings' like this. but Lady said it'd be good for me.

I liked rabbits when i was a kid. when our pet rabbit (Mom named him Thumper. she liked bambi) got sick, we didn't have to take him to the vet. Vergil snapped it's neck himself.

I like Vergil....Still.... I've almost forgotten what it's like to say that. I like Vergil. I like saying that. I like Vergil. thank God Lady's never actually going to read tis.

I wonder what Lady meant 'Good For Me'? Perhaps she thinks i'm stressed, but why would writing in a stupid 'Pillow Book' (a fancy name for diary, but a cheetah can't change it's spots) make me feel better about anything?

I like Rock songs. Vergil hated rock. he was a Band Geek in school. Played the French Horn of all things. but I liked listening to him play. I like classical music now too.

Vergil hated dancing. I had to teach him how for Prom, cause he'd have broken Mom's heart if he didn't go. (that was all she wanted, just normal guys, even if it was impossible) He invited the most popular girl in school. But funny thing is, He spent the entire night gravitated around me.

I'm begining to like writing in the 'Pillow Book' (diary, Dante. you're such a siss). I wonder if Vergil ever kept one. I'll look. I'll bet he did. He probably dated the entries and kept them on different pages too. I'll bet it was blue, just like mine is red.

Thursday. November 18th 2008
I found that pillow book. Vergil's I mean. He'd kept one. and I found an entry about his first kiss. apparently, he hated it.
" Her lips are nothing like his. She smells nothing like him. Her lips are too soft, not dry or warm enough. And the kiss was not nearly as breathtaking as a proper kiss with him would be. she is not as sweet as him. I wanted nothing more than to get her off me. I'd rather find him and kiss him sensless, but he's not home."

Friday. November 19th 2008
Vergil's writing is a pretty, fluent cursive. mine is an ugly illegible chicken scratch. i almost feel like i'm right beside Vergil when i read his pillow book. it makes me feel warm.

I'm tired. I've read Vergil's book over and over. sometimes I imagine the book still smells like him, instead of must and mildew. sometimes i wake up in the night and see him in my room, but when i blink he's gone. I know this obsession is going too far.

I've gien up writing the pillow book. I need to stop thinking about what I've lost.

667766

Dante Nodded to himself as he set the carefully wrapped red book next to it's blue brother in the chest. It was a chest of stuff from his old life. Smirking in satisfaction. He'd thank Lady later.

OWARI

If You Find It

2009-01-02T17:20:38Z

Title: If you find it
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Bleach
Couple: Nnoitra x Tesla
Warnings: worksafe
Disclaimer: no own
Notes: another poem.

For you,
Because i know what you're looking for
you watch for it
you listen for it
sometimes you hear it
but never notice
i was too subtle
too quick for you
but you're a clever peice of shit
one day, months later
you'll start to notice
For you,
if you ever find it
you should have already
but maybe i should be more obvious?
perhaps i should just give you that kiss you were trying to steal from me
while i was 'sleeping' of all things.
sometimes you taste it
when i'm being too sweet
smile a little too long at you
i'm tempted to give it to you
just to see your face
but what kind of master am i,
if i don't teach you anything?

For You,
because i have to admit
earning my love is not easy.

owari

If Misery Loves Company

2009-01-02T13:07:28Z

Title: If Misery Loves Company
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Devil May ry
Pairing: Dante x Vergil
Warnings: Worksafe
Note: a poem from both Dante and Vergil's point of veiw

If Misery loves company
then Misery loves me
perhaps i repulsed him.
was it my speech?
my love of him?
i wanted to make it work
but i guess both of us stopped working
a long time ago.

If misery loves company
than misery loves him
who can't help but love him?
it's almost disgusting how sweet he tastes
he repulsed me,
now we're apart
but a strange link keeps us connected
just like a long time ago

If Misery loves company
Than we must be misery's lovers.

owari

Good Morning

2008-12-27T17:46:05Z

Title: Good Morning
Author: nakimochiku
Pairing: Hichi x Ichi
Fandom: Bleach
Warnings: Kinda explicit
Disclaimer: no mine
note: From Hichi's POV

Good Morning King. Do you take another day to not to notice the pain in your ass? Is the feel of my touch still imprinted on your skin, King?

Good Morning King. Are you ready to face your lies?

Good Night King. Don't bother closing your eyes. I know you Expect me. You're waiting for me. Your skin tingles in anticipation. Don't pretend I don't see that shudder when i tease your clothes off. and when you're naked, when you're begging me. we'll rut together, satisfying each other in every way possible.

Good Night King. Sweet Dreams. I know you'll dream of me.

Good Morning King. Do you take another day to be eaten by your guilt? I suppose it's fun for you. I suppose you get off on it. You dirty Little masochist. Should I make you feel guiltier. Is that what you like, King? Doing dirty things behind closed doors? Nobody knows, nobodies watching. Then how about I indulge you in that fantasy from before?

Good Morning King. Is it going to take another day, night, sunrise, for you to see it?

You're as much of an animal as I am.

OWARI

Sweet

2008-12-26T21:20:39Z

Title: Sweet (Amai)
Author: Nakimochiku
Pairing: Hichi x Ichi
Fandom: Bleach
Disclaimer: No Mine
Warnings: more or less Worksafe
Notes: This is From Hichi's point of veiw. written late last night.

I stole your Crown, King. You put up a pretty pathetic fight. Your Blood was almost Clear, Your Tears were Red. I took your Crown.

And as King, the next thing I allowed myself to take was your Innocence. Because I derserved it. I'd been craving it for a long time. Thanks for the meal, King. It was Sweet.

Amai

I took your Crown, King. I could have made you the Horse, but that's not what I wanted from you. I waited until you understood my Smile. I watched as you got down on your Knees and Kissed my feet.

You look Pretty down tere, covered in Dirt. I took your Crown and truned you into something Worthless. You're not Obediant. Not in the least. Not yet. But I like that Pretty Fire. I'm going to Eat it, steal it. I hope it's just as Sweet as your Innocence was.

Kire

I stole from you because that was the only way i could get you to See me. I stole. I kept Stealing. And of course this is going to continue, did you really think I'd stop? I'm going to steal everything that was ever Precious to you. Not because I want it, but because it was yours. I want to Violate anything that was ever Sacred. And then, I want to Violate you.

Because you're still just as Innocent as the first time. Each time I take it, Steal it, Eat it, Savour it, it's just as Sweet as the First.

Amai

I'm going to steal everything. I'm going to Eat it. I just hope it's as Sweet as your Reaction will be.

Amai.

OWARI
hmmm. wow....

A While Ago

2008-12-24T18:10:30Z

Title: A while Ago
Author: Nakimochiku
Pairing: Dante/Vergil
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Disclaimer: no mine
Warnings: a little explicit
Note: it's a poem, Dante's POV

A While Ago, You Were
Against Me
Demonic Steel
To Demonic Steel
Now we're in a different postion
And You're on top
how did you get on top?
A While Ago, You were
Kissing Me
Nipping Fangs
Knashing with Nippings Fangs
Now i'm Shirtless
And You're Licking Me
I Can't Ask you to Stop Anymore
A While Ago, You Were
Inside me
Hot Sweaty Skin
Grinding with Hot Sweaty Skin
Now I'm Breathless
And You're just Looking at Me
I'm Waiting for You to Hate me Again.
Owari

Thrall of Midnight

2008-12-23T23:23:47Z

Title: Thrall of Midnight
Author: Nakimochiku
Warnings: not WorkSafe, very explicit.
Note: It's a poem

left alone in the deep thrall of midnight, i wonder

i remember your words.

they give me something for now.

i remember the husk of your voice.

i can feel it as you whisper along my skin.

i can taste you as you kiss me,

i've never been able to find out what you taste like.

you're teasing me as i lift my belly,

tell me i have to scream out how much i like it.

i like it,

i like it!

just a little more of that, oh please.

but you know me, my love.

i say things with no words.

so instead you lift my belly,

tell you to kiss me there,

feel the tickle of your stubble and smile.

i feel you hands boldly wander my flesh, in between secret places.

but don't touch me there, oh please!

i can only take so much,

or you'll make me cum again!

but you laugh at me, curl your fingers and -- yes, that's nice.

in the deep thrall of midnight, i feel it.

extascy crawls up my legs and rocks me so hard i scream.

for once.

feels good feels good! again again, do that to me.

lift my belly, beg for a kiss, giggle as you push me back down.

and don't use your mouth there!

i can only take so much, you'll make me cum again.

and again and again, it's so warm and hot.

but do i taste delicious for you? do you like it between my legs?

and oh it's cold, didn't you close the windows?

you laugh at me and tell me you'll keep me warm.

than make me warmer, warmer, make me cum again.

and again and again and again because it's more than i can take.

don't hold my arms i want to touch you.

i remember the smell of you. it was hot, spicy.

i could taste sunshine everytime i hugged you. it surrounded me.

now your scent gets me high.

i pull your hair, bury my face in your neck, take a deep breath.

i remember your words. you commanded me, i wouldn't listen.

gently, you pried me apart, forced me to show you, slowly tasted every secret.

roughly, you held me down.

but i'd lift my belly, and let out a little of your name.

in the thrall of midnight, i can't sleep.

your head is against my bosom,

your stubble tickles my skin.

your body on mine makes my breath hitch.

your breath on my skin raises goosebump.

your scent makes me shiver and ache with lust.

deep in the thrall of midnight, i want to wake you up.

so i can lift my belly to your lips,

and you'll push me back down again.

owari

Fake Feather

2008-12-23T23:12:03Z

Title: Fake Feather
Chapter Number: 2
Author: Nakimochiku
Pairing: Hichi x Ichi
Fandom: Bleach
Warnings: WorkSafe
Disclaimer: No Mine
Summary: a Half Angel, Half Machine Crashes through His window late at night, carrying sotries of mad men and little boys, from long ago.

The creature turned to him, the sagging wings dragging across the floor as he moved. "Can I get some breakfast? I’m starvin’" Ichigo stared dumbly at it for a second, but snapped out of it as it waved a slim hand in front of his face. "A roll o’ bandaids would be good t’"

Without really thinking about it, Ichigo caught the slim hand, and pulled the creature back up the stares with him, leaving his sister staring at him in wonder and horror. As far as she was concerned, it looked like a monster.

Sitting the ‘angel’ on his bed, he inspected the wings that refused to move. At first he thought that the creature had broken them during a storm and had been thrown into his bed room, but he realized that the machines were preventing their movement, Ichigo saw blood leaking from under them, and slowly tried to pry the metal from the wings, making the creature erupt in more low hisses. Half in pain, and half in warning.

"Leave ‘em." it growled. Ichigo’s grip on the metal relaxed slightly.

"We have to get them off." he told it forcefully. It turned on him suddenly pushing him onto the bed, claws pointed to his throat and eyes completely black. "Fine." he agreed quietly. "But I’m going to clean them. Is that alright?" the eyes turned yellow again, and the angel smiled, a bit to widely for Ichigo’s liking.

"Now yer learnin’" the creature was sure hissing again as Ichigo applied attibiotics to each little scrape, pulling grall from it’s body. "Shiriel." it whispered softly. Ichigo stopped long enough to hear what that meant. "My name" the ‘angel’ explained. "I’m Shiriel." it... He turned back to him, smiling. "But in this world, you can call me Shiro."

Ichigo moved into expecting Shiro’s white clothes, where a large open wound lay across his stomach. "Lay back." quickly and efficiantly, he rubbed antibiotics on it, bandaged it, and moved on to other wounds, listening to Shiro chat about his home.

"It’s really bright and warm there. All my older brothers teased me for being the only one with white hair, but their just jealous because their all the same. But with them, each is more beautiful than the next, while I’m just normal." Ichigo didn’t think Shiro was normal at all. He glowed. He was ethereal, not capable of being real. A dream thing.

"If you’re from heaven like you say, why are you like this?" Ichigo gestured to his wings, sitting across from him at his desk. He was taking care of the blisters at the bottom of Shiro’s feet, and digging rocks and other sharp things out of them. Forcing someone to walk barefoot, Ichigo decided right there, should be a crime.

Ichigo didn’t see Shiro’s dark face as he looked out the window, glowering at the blue sky and fluffy clouds, wishing that he could be soaring up there again. "I used to be the gaurdian of a little boy.... he got into some trouble, and before I could save him....." Shiro didn’t finish, his whole body shook with unrealeased fury. "I was captured and experimented on. Somehow that man was able to see me. He wanted my powers. He wants to become god."

Ichigo frowned, ready to laugh at the craziness of the story but aware that he shouldn’t. "How can you become god?"

"He thinks that if you have the right technology, and real power, it’s very possible." Shiro scowled at the sky again, deep in thought. Ichigo wondered silently about that too. Any kind of person that would put some one through so much pain wasn’t fit to be god...

"Has he achieved his goal yet?" Shiro turned and grinned at him, malicious thoughts glowing behind his eyes.

"Not without me, he won’t."

TBC

Fake Feather

2008-12-23T23:04:00Z

Title: Fake Feather
Chapter Number: 1
Author: Nakimochiku
Pairing: eventual HichixIchi
Fandom: Bleach
Warnings: WorkSafe
Summary: What looks like a half angel, half machine crashes through his window late one night, carrying stories of mad men and a little boy, a long time ago.

CRASH!

He jumped awake, surprised by the thing that had burst through the glass of his window and landed on the floor in a heap. Feathers fluttered down, like the surreal image of a movie. Wide amber eyes jumped from the destroyed window to the pile of feathers and machine laying in a disgruntled heap on his wooden floor.

A low groan emitted softly from the pile.

Ichigo slipped out of bed, not very sure what to do with the ‘thing’ that had shocked him out of his pleasant dreams. He tiptoed closer, and gently pushed a fold of feathers away, revealing a pale face, that looked like it was sleeping.

Slightly parted lips released another low groan, and yellow eyes cracked open, taking him in without really seeing. "Leave me alone...." a definitely male voice grunted. "Don’t touch me." Ichigo ignored the creature’s request, lifting it into his arms and placing it on his bed. His hands came away red with blood.

Low hisses erupted from the creatures throat as Ichigo tried to inspect the mass of limp feathers and machinery on it’s back. Suddenly it lashed out at him, eyes turned completely black that even the whites were swallowed. It released a yell of rage, swiping at him with sharp black claws. When it saw that he had backed off, it curled in once more, and fell asleep, burying it’s face deep into his pillow.

He watched it for a few moments, inspecting the blood drying on his hands. It seemed like normal enough blood. Asides from the wings, or maybe the human parts, it might have been a normal enough animal....

Ichigo slipped out of the room, closing the door and locking it. The blood on his hands worried him, but he supposed he could leave the thing alone until the next morning when it wasn’t panicked and realized he was friendly.

After he washed his hands, he slipped into the room of his little sisters, quickly explaining to Yuzu that he would prefer sleeping with them.

As he lay in bed, wondering silently about the creature that was in his room, that could probably escape or kill them any minute, he wondered if he shouldn’t have just thrown it back out the window. But it could talk. It could speak like he could, and had a human face. What was it? He tried to sleep as Yuzu cuddled a little closer to him, but couldn’t get his mind to shut off. A tengu? A harpy? A monster? None of those things existed.

So what was the thing that hissed like a falcon and had claws like a tiger laying on his bed?

~@~

Morning came in a burst of warmth and sunlight, a far cry from the rainy days before it, and woke Ichigo with nudges. His weekend began the way weekends should; With a good stretch and a sigh of contentment.

He lay in bed for a few minutes, the sun on his face warming him to the bones as he lay there. mind wandering into nothingness, hoping that it would only return on Monday. He thought about what he would do today, and was about to get up and start on his homework when he thought of something weird.

At least, he was pretty sure it was a thought. Maybe it was a memory. It came in a flash, just a light, and a person with wings, standing in it, happily. It was a warm thought. And the only word that came with the memory was the quiet whisper of a boy’s voice. "Angel!"

His quiet reminiscing was interrupted by a terrified scream down stares, and a mocking scream in response. As he rushed down the stairs to see the commotion and save his little sister if need be, he was met with sarcastic peridot eyes and a mass of limp machine and feathers.

"Geez." the creature said with a glum but amused face. "Ya’d think she never saw an angel ‘fore."

TBC

Varying Tendancies

2008-12-23T22:31:03Z

Title: Varying Tendancies
Author: Nakimochiku
Pairing: Hichi x Ichi
Fandom: Bleach
Warnings: Disturbing, but more or less, work safe
Disclaimer: ot Mine
Note: this had none of my heart in it, so the quality is bad. there was supposed to be a next part, but i am satisfied with this. enjoy.

choke.

Tighter.

Falter.

"Shiro...."
hold on.
" you’re hurting me."
Tighter.
"I know."
Squeeze.
"I’m choking!"
Smother!
"I know."

While normally, one would wake from a horrible nightmare with a jolt, a scream, scrambling to get up and away from the terror before it got them. Ichigo woke slowly, peacefully. Because somehow, that nightmare (and it still had his heart racing, and he could almost feel strong arms around him) wasn’t all that nightmarish.

"Ew, lookit him, he’s smiling at us." whispers fell on deaf ears as giggles and squeals and shushes dominated the room.

"I bet he’s a pervert, he probably looks up women’s skirts."

"Worse then that too."

"I heard he raped his teacher at his old school and that’s why he was transferred here so suddenly." their idiotic babble made his stomach sick, perfect thing to wake up to when he was already in a foul mood.

"Yea, and the teacher was a guy!"

"Ew, sick!"

"We better be careful on our way home."

He glowered at their foolishness. Then he glanced two seats behind him, at his classmate, who sat there, ignoring them and staring out the window with a grin on his face. He’d seen some weird stuff, but the smile took the cake. Shiro was strange. Wether he was a good person or not had yet to be seen. He never talked, he got bad grades, he looked strange. They were alike.

They were both freaks.

He got up as a few of his other male classmates went towards Shiro’s deask. He didn’t exactly know why he was always protecting Shiro. People probably got the wrong idea, but he hated seeing people bullied. There was something about it that made his blood boil over. But he hated Shiro even more for just sitting there and taking it. That was their difference. He always fought back.

"Oi, Shirosaki. Look at us."

"You think you can ignore us, man?"

"You’re such a freak. You got the girls scared."

"I saw you looking at Orihime, jerk. Stay the fuck away from my girl."

Ichigo got up, and shoved them away as he saw Shiro’s chin raise. Before the albino could spit harsh mocking words, or the gang could raise their fists, Ichigo snarled, making all of them back off. "Fuck off would you? He never says anything back so why the hell do you start shit?" they mumbled, knowing not to say anything, because even if Kurosaki Ichigo looked fragile, he was anything but. He turned to Shiro, whose sick smile had softened, but he’d gone back to looking out the window. "And you. Don’t sit there silently, it just gives them more reason to be afraid."

"You say that every time." he barely heard Shiro whisper. But he pretended he hadn’t, because he got the feeling it wasn’t exactly directed at him.

He went back to his seat and lay his head down on his arms, his eyelids closing. He’d worked over time the nght before to make up for time he’d switched with someone else. So he simply sat in study hall and waited for the last bell of the day to ring. His things were already packed, his homework finished during class. He was ready to run strait home and sleep. But as the bell rang, he saw the shadow of Shiro above him.

"Walk home with me?" Shiro’s smile was stiff and awkward, as though not exactly sure why he was standing there. The girls around them giggled and shrieked.

"Don’t do it, Kurosaki-kun! I bet he wants to kill you!"

"And eat your bones."

"And rape your dead corpse."

"Shut up!" he hissed, then looked back at Shiro, who was mumbling something to himself under his breath. "You go in the same direction as me? Sure, we can walk together." he ignored their shrieks and pulled Shiro through the door, scowling darkly. To them, they probably looked like the perfect pair. Freaks.

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Beautiful. Ichigo was beautiful. Maybe it was he was rebelling against the norm, and he didn’t want to be like the rest of them. Maybe it was because Ichigo pitied him, thought he was something that needed saving, but that didn’t change the fact that he was beautiful. He knew Ichigo didn’t actually care, and that there were probably his own selfish means behind his protection, but Ichigo was still beautiful.

When he was around Ichigo, the whispering in his head stopped, dumbfounded by his beauty, and non-existant charm (which was what made him so charming.) Ichigo was so beautiful that it hurt. The voices didn’t whisper about revenge when Ichigo was by his side, and he liked the peace, he liked the warmth. He wanted that, for just a little before his book closed. He wanted Ichigo with him for the small amount of time, even if his beautiful face would be filled with fear an hate.

And that wass why he was able to forgive Ichigo.

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Had Ichigo known it would be as bad a day as he had a feeling it would be, he would have told Yuzu he was sick, stayed in bed. But, with his usual dilliegnce, he dragged himself up and got himself ready, still feeling heavy and tired after waking up repeatedly from his ‘nightamre that wasn’t a nightmare.’ it felt like those smothering arms were still around his neck, suffoecatiing him.

He dragged himself to school, so slowly, as if he didn’t really want to go. And when he got into the class room a few girls taunted him. He scowled at them, but they kept giggling, and whispering, and he was tired enough to wish that they would shut up.

"Oh we’re so happy Shirosaki didn’t murder you!"

He took his seat at the window, and stared out. The bell had wrung, and the teacher stepped into the class room, smiling and bright as usual. With a grin (as though hoping all the hooligans would be skipping that period, seeing as she had no patience for them) she started attendance.

"Abarai... Asano .... Inoue.... Kuchiki.... Kurosaki..." she went down the list, just as she got to Shiro’s name the door slid open, and the albino entered, though he wasn’t wearing the school uniform and there was something hidden behind his back.

"Present!" he said in his odd, high pitched voice, smile wider than usual as he produced a semi-automatic, and pulled the trigger, releasing a volley of bullets aimed for the teacher’s face.

There wasn’t really time to scream, or any of that crap. Maybe it was because Ichigo’s father often randomly attacked him that he was so fast, so quick to react, that he ducked as soon as Shiro turned his face to the students. Ichigo was already under his desk, listening to the gunshots and shouts of pain. He flinched when Keigo fell dead in front of him. He had droplets of blood on him now, and the few girls who were still alive were screaming. But soon, they were cut off in whimpering, and then nothing.

He hated the silence the most. Slowly, he opened his eyes and crawled out from under the desk, ignoring the puddles of blood that smeared against his clothes and hands. It was disgusting. He knew no one was alive, cause he’d heard Shiro go around and shot everyone once, which stopped any of the groans of pain or pleas of mercy or cries for help. He sat in a corner of the class room. Shiro was standing there, watching him. Shiro smiled. It was an odd smile, but not any more comforting than his murderous one. Ichigo hugged his legs to his chest, covering himself in more blood.

"You’re beautiful, Ichigo." Shiro whispered, stepping closer to him. Of course he flinched, expecting him to put an end to his short life with his semi automatic. When nothing happened, he looked up. Shiro was only standing there. So he worked up his old courage, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Why’d you kill all of them?" Shiro gave him a strange look, surprised he could speak. "Why’d you have to kill Orihime, and Chad, and Rukia, and Ochi-sensei? Why’d you kill all of them?" he stood up, confident once more now that the killing had stopped. He didn’t notice the arm he was stepping on, or the dead eyes staring at him (and of course they had been staring at him, they wondered at first why Shiro never shot in his direction.)

"I killed them because of what they did." Shiro said it simply, as if it was obvious and he was explaining it to a child.

"But they didn’t do anything!"

"Exactly." Shiro stepped backwards a bit, leaping easily over a corpse or two before he raised his gun to his own head. "Ichigo, you’re so beautiful." it went slowly then. Ichigo saw Shiro’s finger, itching to pull the trigger, and once again, thanks to his reflexes, he saved him. He jumped on Shiro and knocked the gun away, causing both of them to stumble and fall.

"You’re not dying! You’re not going to kill your self!" He held down Shiro’s wrists. If there was anything he hated, it was cowards. But Shiro didn’t look like a coward. Instead, the albino smiled, pulled him down and pressed their lips together.

"I thought I would get to see you looking terrified, but this is much better."

He didn’t understand what that meant. And he didn’t really understand why he was letting Shiro kiss him. And he didn’t understand why he hadn’t let Shiro kill himself. But at the moment, laying atop Shiro covered in blood and surrounded by the corpses of what used to be his friends, he felt really good.

"Hey Shiro." He pulled the albino up and gave him another kiss, taking away his guns lest he tried to commit suicide again.

"Mm?"

"Let’s disappear."

OWARI

Gladly

2008-12-22T16:12:17Z

Title: Gladly
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Pairing: Vergil/Dante
Warnings: WorkSafe
Notes: it's a Drabble/Poem. the full thing is alot longer, but i only really liked this part. Enjoy.

Vergil
Vergil
"Vergil
It's Been four years
Since we last saw
Each other
give your Little Brother
a Kiss!"
Dante
Dante
Dante
A Name sometimes
Moaned in his sleep
"a Kiss"
Gladly.
Did Dante
Even know what he'd
Just asked for?
Apparantly...
Not

OWARI

Fallen Angel

2008-12-22T16:03:21Z

Title: Fallen Angel
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Castiel/Dean
Warnings: WorkSafe
Notes: it's a poem.

Crack of Thunder
I Ward of Evil
As You Sleep
I hiss at the Darkness the Approches.
Always comes near
My Wings Spread
Always over you
Only while you sleep
I kiss your forehead
'For Sweet Dreams'
I Tell myself.
But I know,
As well as the darkness knows
I've almost Fallen
For You
It's a Weakness
But I can't help it.
My Affections...
Are wayward at best.
But it I like to think this is Pure
Crack of Thunder
Fallen Angel
But only when you're sleeping
I'm weak when you're sleeping
So I spread my Wings
'Sheild'
I hiss at Darkness
'Sword'
I kiss your forehead
'Spell'
Crack of Thunder
Fallen Angel.

OWARI

Cherry Child

2008-12-10T23:56:58Z

Title: Cherry child
Author: Minette
Type: Poem
Summary: i wanna be BAD
A/N cuz i wanna frequent LJ again

I Wanna Be Bad
I Want Things I was Never Allowed
I Wanna Be a Cherry Child
I want to taste Cherries when you Bleed into my mouth
I Want to scare you till you scream

When No one was looking,
I laced your Cupcakes with Morphine
I poisined your coffee with arcinic and
Every Morning i handed the cup to you with a smile.
When no one was looking....

And When you were at Work
I was ploting new ways to Kill you.
i was pouring Heroin into your Dinner.
I was being the perfect Cherry Child
While you were at work.

When no one was Looking,
i put strawberries in your cake
(you're alergic aren't you?)
I put Cyanide in your Earl Gray
When no one was looking.

When You Were at Work
i Was sharpening the old axe in the shed
i was experimenting for new drugs
i was setting traps for when you got home,
When you were At Work.

When you were thinking i was a Good Girl
i was imagining the taste of you on my tongue.
i was playing with the thought of hiding your guts in the fridge.
i was already gathering fermaldahyde.
When you were thinking i was a good girl.

When i Grow up
i'm going to be a cherry Child
i'm going to be feared and formidable
i'll be able to kill a man bare handed
When i Grow up.

For now, i'll just enjoy the drug laced blood
dripping down my chin
.For Now, i'll just kill when
no ones there to see.
But you gotta keep it a secret,
that i'm just a Cherry Child.
Owari!

wheeze, Wheeze i come back from benethe the depths

2008-07-04T03:44:52Z

HOLY SHIT! I'M ALIIIIIIIIIIVE! i'm not quite sure if anyone cares or not. but i;m ALIVE! sigh, unfortunately i have three friend updates that tell me i must write birthday gifts..... so i will be dead soon again. sigh..... sucks ...... i don't wanna DIIIIIIIE!

Was it a Waste

2008-04-10T00:36:54Z

Title: Was it a Waste
Author: Nakimochiku
Couple: Hichi x ichi
disclaimer: not mine
Summary: was it was waste, you're in someone else's arms.

your blood
so pretty
your face
in pain
so divine.
I’d give anything to hold you
but it’s not me you’re with right now.
Was it a waste?
Loving you,
wanting you?
Watching as you fell into someone else’s arms?
You assure me that you’re still mine.
But I see you know.
You don’t love me.
Such a sad little waste.
Hugs and kises
say that you love me
hugs and kisses
you had promised me forever.
Now look who you’re with
as if I don’t see a thing
look at the way you’re lying.
Your horrible, king
just horrible.
Hugs and kisses
I would do something
if I could
hugs and kisses.
I only know how to kill.
Hugs and kisses
assure me of something real
the way you used to.
Because it was a waste.
You threw my heart in the garbage
and poured our love down the drain.
A waste
a massacre
a pretty little waste.
That you couldn’t love me.
I’d give anything to hold you.
Assure me of something real.

OWARI

His Gothic Bible

2008-04-04T21:08:49Z

Title: His Gothic Bible
Chapter Title: Wa Loli ~ chapter 4
Author: Nakimocku
Couple: Hichi x Ichi
Disclaimer: not mine
Warnings: crossdressing
Summary: it's a bible of his hidden state, but what am i to do with him?
Note: in celebration of the english release of the gothic and lolita bible.

wide silk sleeves
little platform geta
white lace ruffles.
As graceful as any geisha
just look at the way he move.
He can do a lot more than that darlin’
you just have to pay him.
He’s not picky at all
but he still won’t touch me.
Is it due to my down fall,
or his?
Just watch him dance.
He’s teasing me isn’t he?
He’s knows I get meaner than this.
He just loves playing.
He sways his body
taking those longs sleeves with him.
How evil can he get,
wrapped in that beautiful lace and silk,
Dancing,
not letting me touch.

Owari

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What Do You Want For Breakfast

Compliments

Love is War

Howling Lonely

Just Like You

Tiny

The Stars Were Not Bright

Jealous

Black Cherries

Dante's Pillow Book

If You Find It

If Misery Loves Company

Good Morning

Sweet

A While Ago

Thrall of Midnight

Fake Feather

Fake Feather

Varying Tendancies

Gladly

Fallen Angel

Cherry Child

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Was it a Waste

His Gothic Bible

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