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#22: Say it with flowers!
Zukaru, Suika, and now this bitch. He hated them, really, goddamned, loathed illusionists, with their hills of skulls and their perfect lives he didn’t live and now...
Huge marble room, the floor strewn with poppies and roses and those little red daises that seemed to follow him around, all of it red, red, red.
A hand stroking his cheek, caressing his scars and then pain stabbed through his back.
I was looking at her when she tried to kill me, Gojyo wanted to say but his mouth was full of blood.
It was the only detail that she’d gotten wrong.
#48: (Goddamned) Subtext (Dokugakuji/Yaone)
Kougaiji starts giving Yaone significant glances over the tactics table and Dokugakuji’s right eye twitches.
Kougaiji starts making sure his fingers brush Yaone’s when she hands him the dishes she’s made for supper, and Dokugakuji loses his appetite.
Sure, it’s not a surprise - Kou did mention that he was interested in her, but didn’t the demon prince know that when his swordsmen had said, “Good luck. She’s really incredible, isn’t she?” what he’d actually meant was “I’ve wanted her since we met?”
The only upside to this whole clusterfuck was that their beloved apothecary seemed totally oblivious to them both.
#42: Pain (Goku/Pippi)
Pippi limped down to the breakfast table, her face pinched and hair not in its usual tight braids. She didn’t even act annoyed that there weren’t any lemon muffins left.
“You’re going to work today?” Goku asked, surprised.
“Of course,” Pippi said with an almost Sanzo-like level of curtness, arm wrapped around her stomach “Why?”
“Well, it’s just you smell all bloody and hurting and-”
Goku doesn’t know why she hits him with the water pitcher, but Hakkai decides to make her some kind of special tea.
He also hadn’t known her face could go as red as Gojyo’s hair.
#68: Shumi (Nii)
The best way to taste the end, to sip the death of something as large and ponderous as the universe was to create it in others.
He cultivated them, fostered entropy in their souls like hothouse flowers, until they were empty, uncomplicated, vaguely amusing dolls. When Nii dressed as a priest, he bore death on his shoulders, happily controlled entropy like a master technician working on the finest machine ever built.
Of course, people had to exist for that. When he was alone... well, it’s wasn’t like he could have any fun at all playing with himself, now could he?
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#35: In My Pocket (Gojyo/Yaone)
“Do you happen to have a lighter?” Yaone asked, calmly, you’d never guess that they had been beaten and shoved in a pitch-black oubliette.
His face was bloody, his body bruised, he was chained to a wall, and the world suddenly because a beautiful, beautiful place.
“It’s in the front pocket of my jeans.”
Silence.
Yaone leaned close. He could feel the heat of her body, smell gunpowder-vanillia-girlsweat. She placed her hand pointedly on his knee, squeezed hard enough that her nails pricked at his skin.
“If it’s not there,” she breathed. “I will be very unhappy.”
She really needed to learn how to threaten guys.
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#22: Say it with flowers!
Zukaru, Suika, and now this bitch. He hated them, really, goddamned, loathed illusionists, with their hills of skulls and their perfect lives he didn’t live and now...
Huge marble room, the floor strewn with poppies and roses and those little red daises that seemed to follow him around, all of it red, red, red.
A hand stroking his cheek, caressing his scars and then pain stabbed through his back.
I was looking at her when she tried to kill me, Gojyo wanted to say but his mouth was full of blood.
It was the only detail that she’d gotten wrong.
#48: (Goddamned) Subtext (Dokugakuji/Yaone)
Kougaiji starts giving Yaone significant glances over the tactics table and Dokugakuji’s right eye twitches.
Kougaiji starts making sure his fingers brush Yaone’s when she hands him the dishes she’s made for supper, and Dokugakuji loses his appetite.
Sure, it’s not a surprise - Kou did mention that he was interested in her, but didn’t the demon prince know that when his swordsmen had said, “Good luck. She’s really incredible, isn’t she?” what he’d actually meant was “I’ve wanted her since we met?”
The only upside to this whole clusterfuck was that their beloved apothecary seemed totally oblivious to them both.
#42: Pain (Goku/Pippi)
Pippi limped down to the breakfast table, her face pinched and hair not in its usual tight braids. She didn’t even act annoyed that there weren’t any lemon muffins left.
“You’re going to work today?” Goku asked, surprised.
“Of course,” Pippi said with an almost Sanzo-like level of curtness, arm wrapped around her stomach “Why?”
“Well, it’s just you smell all bloody and hurting and-”
Goku doesn’t know why she hits him with the water pitcher, but Hakkai decides to make her some kind of special tea.
He also hadn’t known her face could go as red as Gojyo’s hair.
#68: Shumi (Nii)
The best way to taste the end, to sip the death of something as large and ponderous as the universe was to create it in others.
He cultivated them, fostered entropy in their souls like hothouse flowers, until they were empty, uncomplicated, vaguely amusing dolls. When Nii dressed as a priest, he bore death on his shoulders, happily controlled entropy like a master technician working on the finest machine ever built.
Of course, people had to exist for that. When he was alone... well, it’s wasn’t like he could have any fun at all playing with himself, now could he?
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#35: In My Pocket (Gojyo/Yaone)
“Do you happen to have a lighter?” Yaone asked, calmly, you’d never guess that they had been beaten and shoved in a pitch-black oubliette.
His face was bloody, his body bruised, he was chained to a wall, and the world suddenly because a beautiful, beautiful place.
“It’s in the front pocket of my jeans.”
Silence.
Yaone leaned close. He could feel the heat of her body, smell gunpowder-vanillia-girlsweat. She placed her hand pointedly on his knee, squeezed hard enough that her nails pricked at his skin.
“If it’s not there,” she breathed. “I will be very unhappy.”
She really needed to learn how to threaten guys.
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Poor, poor Goku...I do hope Hakkai had a little Talk with him after Pippi finished her tea and left, so as to help him avoid future cases of inadvertent foot-in-mouth disease.
And that last one...
His face was bloody, his body bruised, he was chained to a wall, and the world suddenly because a beautiful, beautiful place.
So very, very Gojyo. That made me laugh right out loud in delight. :)
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So very, very Gojyo. That made me laugh right out loud in delight. :)
Isn't it? I mean, Yaone makes everything better, especially if she's threatening him badly and is going to be search around in his tight, tight pants. *snerk*
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And it's been a while, but wasn't there some line where Gojyo comments on Pippi and Goku defends her? I remember going, 'he sure does like the bitchy ones!'
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I had that seen in my head forever before I wrote it. And I don't know if it's peace making so much as 'taking care of the women in his life.' Hakkai.
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And Pippi is her fan name. I think I read her real name once. It was short and had a y and a u in it, and I remember thinking Pippi fit her better. ^_^
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I like that you explored a range of emotional tones with these, and that you used pairings other than the most standard ones.
I loved the subtlety of the Doku/Yaone.
The Ni one definitely captured his apocalyptic creepiness.
I especially liked your description of Yaone's smell:
gunpowder-vanillia-girlsweat
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I always thought that Doku would no be the one making the first move if he was interested in Yaone, and I really like thinking that she smells like a mix of really feminine things and then gunpowder. Cause after all, the girl is into her bombs.
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I loved the subtext one, because the last line was just hilarious - poor Kou and Doku!!! XD
I also feel sorry for Goku - he needs the 'grown-up talk' fast, man!! Poor Pippi as well having to put up with stupid men! (Though Goku was being sweetly concerned at the time...)
Yet again, freakiness in shumi, but it's Nii, so I suppose that's to be expected!!! NIce scientific vs. Religious bent, too!
The last one was made of win!!! Gojyo's day just got a whole lot better! ;D
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*snerk* yeah, I really love the idea of Yaone torturing both of those boys with her oblivousness.
Goku does need a 'these are things you do and don't say to girls'. Oh, Pippi was just reacting badly because she was in pain. Goku actually was being rather sweet.
And yes, Gojyo's day did get better! Because Yaone improves any day.
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I guess I'm not the only one who thinks that Goku would be able to smell a girl's period, as gross as that sounds. Of course, at first I thought she was sore because someone had gotten busy with her the night before but then I understood that it was just her period.
But why wasn't she upset that there were no lemon muffins? Wouldn't she want lemon muffins more if her day wasn't going so well?
Great job!
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And I assume that any character with extra senses, especially an increased ability to smell, would know when it was 'that time of the month.'
I think that lack of reaction to having no muffins was because she wasn't feeling well. You know how it is when you're so tired or miserable that you just don't care, or it's not worth it to argue about it? That's were Pippi's at.
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And the Gojyo/Yaone? Lots of fun-- Gojyo is so saucy. It's portrayed well in such few words.
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And 'saucy' is a fantastic descriptor for Gojyo. I'm glad it came across.
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i gots a question!! wat is pippi's real name?
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