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tsaikoA bunch of story fragments from different files. I'll have <2 pages of a story (or sometimes just a paragraph or two) and I'll realize its not close enough to what I see in my head. Or the characters aren't right. Or I just forget where I was going with it. Or I wander off to something more interesting/cohesive. So here are some fragments.
Yaoi_r
"Hey Justin."
Justin looked up from his lunch, recognizing the voice before he could find the person speaking. Bryan had gained height and breadth over the last few years. Seeing that up close was much different than noticing it from afar. He hesitated only briefly before speaking. "Bryan?"
"Yeah." Bryan was nervous. He fidgeted and kept looking around the lunch room. Justin could understand. Zeth wasn't with him, but he wasn't usually far from him. "I don't see your guard dog around any where?"
"He's running late. He should be here soon," Justin said. Because even though it had been over three years, Justin wouldn't put anything past Bryan. "Were you looking for him?"
Bryan actually paled.
"No, no. I wanted to talk to you actually. Alone." Bryan pulled a green plastic chair out from the table and sat down before Justin could think much less form a response. He leaned forward and never broke eye contact as he spoke. "Look, I know I was an asshole. Trust me, I know. I get it. I've never apologized but I want to now. I'm sorry."
"Oh." He sat back in his own chair, burnt orange in color, and sucked in a breath. "Why now?"
"Does there have to be a reason?" There was too much... charm in Bryan's smile as he spoke. Once it would have turned him into a love struck idiot. Times changed.
"I guess not... thank you." Justin smiled, tentative and shy. Bryan smiled back. Maybe Bryan really was sorry. Maybe he'd finally realized how much his trick had hurt Justin. Maybe people could change.
"So... now that's all forgiven I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
Maybe pigs had grown wings while Justin wasn't looking. He could feel the smile leave his face. When he spoke, his voice was flat. "A favor?"
"See the trials are coming up in a few days." Bryan began to move his hands, forming vague shapes as he spoke. "There are going to be scouts from a lot of universities there and more than likely, I'm going to be going against Zeth. Because really, there's no one as good as us, you know? So I was wondering if you could talk to Zeth and maybe convince him to go easy on me."
"You want me to tell Zeth to throw the trials," Justin said. He could not believe what he was hearing. "The trials that determine whether you graduate or not."
"No! No. You misunderstand. I don't want him to fail or anything." The smile he gave Justin didn't reach his eyes. It was quite obvious that he would like nothing better than for Zeth to fail. "I just want Zeth to ease up a bit. He's had it out for me for years. Always wipes the floor with me out on the field. I wouldn't ask, but like I said there's going to be all these scouts from the universities..."
"What are you doing here?" The voice was icy cold and whatever words Bryan was going to say died in his throat. Justin looked over Bryan's shoulder to see Zeth standing there, lunch tray in hand, cold fury in his eyes. "I told you never to come near him again."
"Justin?" Bryan said. "Help me out?"
"Zeth, Bryan was just apologizing to me," Justin said. "Wasn't that nice of him?"
"He was bothering you," Zeth said. He set his tray down on the table. "Leave."
Bryan tried one last time. "Justin?"
"Good bye, Bryan," Justin said softly. He thought the other boy might start yelling, but Bryan swallowed back his anger and stood with as much dignity as he could muster. Then he stalked away from the table.
Star Pirate
"Mind if I sit here?"
Cutler looked up from his own food to see a man a few years older than him standing next to his table holding a tray. A quick look around the café showed that all the tables were taken. This place obviously had a very deserved reputation for having the best food on the station. "No problem. Have a seat."
He couldn't decide if his tablemate was completely human or not. His hair was blonde at the roots but slowly faded into dark blue at the tips. If it was a dye job it was the best damn dye job Cutler had ever seen. "My name's Cutler, by the way."
"Rondal." Didn't sound like a name common to Earth. Then again the Martian colony had gotten it into its head to be creative when it came to naming. They had a city named Penis Envy for goodness sakes.
They ate in silence. Cutler was half way through his meal, which included honest to god fish. Fish! In space! It was like a piece of flaky, fishy heaven. Despite his headstart, Rondal was quickly catching up to him.
Damn. He hadn't seen someone eat so much since they'd rescued Gelf from the orphanage and he had the excuse of being half starved.
"My ship is in dock for a few days," Cutler said. He watched as his dinner companion filtered through answers. Manners dictated that offered information deserved an equal amount of information in return. It was obvious Rondal was weighing his options.
Good. Cutler was like a dog with a bone. He couldn't outright ask Rondal if he was completely human, but maybe if he got the man talking he could find out.
"I'm here on business. Came in on a transport ship." Cutler nodded.
"Yeah, my ship took some damage. We let one of the junior members fly it, which was our first mistake."
***
"Cutler, if you weren't the best navigator I could ever hope for, I'd shoot you out into space sans evacuation capsule." Captain Jane S. Cutty was pacing her office, having already yelled for the last twenty minutes at him.
"He knew what ship I was on. He knew we were still going through repairs. I couldn't just let him leave and tell his Agency friends," Cutler said, spreading his hand wide in apology.
"So you decided to stun him and drag him hear?" Cutty asked. "An intergalactic agent? Oh yeah, he won't be missed or anything."
"What was I supposed to do?" Cutler asked. "In the time it would have taken me to come and get one of your guys, he would have already contacted his buddies."
"You could have shot him," Cutty said. Then at Cutler's look she sighed. "Okay, yeah. That was a stupid comment. I kept forgetting."
"It's okay."
Prophet
Val was going to be kidnapped tonight.
He wasn't sure exactly when or by whom – he was a prophet, not a god – but he did know it was going to be tonight. The moon was full, the morning star was just above the horizon, and the azale trees were in bloom. Everything was just like it had been in his vision. It was just a matter of time.
As a prophet, Val had always thought patience should come naturally. It didn't. When you knew something was going to happen, it made it all that much harder to wait for it to happen. Anticipation would be his downfall.
"Is there anything else you need?"
It didn't help that the servants were hovering. They were particularly sensitive to his changing moods given the amount of time they spent with him. Normally, Val would be the first to assure them that all was fine.
Tonight, he just wanted them gone.
"Everything is fine, Kurtis," Val told him. It was important not to appear too anxious. That would only let them know that something was up. "I think a major vision is coming on. I keep seeing things out of the corner of my eye."
The wrinkles of concern disappeared from the older man's forehead. "Ah. I see. You seemed preoccupied tonight at dinner. Even your brother remarked on it."
That was never good. "Visions do that to me."
Trick or Treat Prequel
Blaine wondered if the universe wasn't playing a practical joke on him. It certainly wouldn't surprise him. His luck had gone from bad to apocalyptic in the span of a few short days. Hell, it didn't even have to be the universe, though Blaine couldn't imagine anyone as straight laced Serg playing a joke on anyone.
That still didn't explain the house in front of him. It was a brick row house, four stories high and one of a couple dozen brick row houses that lined the block. The street itself wasn't exactly tree lined, but it did have its fair share of green. Everything about the street screamed "upper middle class family housing." Even as Blaine stood there, a couple of kids with backpacks walked past him to pound up stair of the neighboring house.
The only thing that separated this house from other was that it was more non-descript than the others, if that was possible. A few of the brick houses had been painted white to stand out, and another half dozen were actual brownstones. This one was still brick with a small amount of generic bushes in the postage stamp sized "lawn" in front of it. The railing and trim were wrought iron. White curtains blocked all the windows. It looked perfectly ordinary without even trying.
He checked the address on the yellow post-it note in his hand. It read "5648 Ashwood Ln" in neat, precise script. Underneath it was the name "Joseph Karstein". Blaine looked up at the row house. Brass numbers proudly proclaimed that this was indeed 5648 and the street sign he'd passed had already told him this was Ashwood Lane.
Vampires did not live in modest, normal looking row houses. They just... didn't. They especially didn't live in row houses in the middle of only reasonably nice neighborhoods. Vampires were flashy creatures when they could afford to be, and desperate creatures when they couldn't.
This just did not make sense.
"Can I help you?"
Years of living around vampires were the only thing that kept Blaine from jumping. His master... his former master hadn't liked his staff to be jumpy. It made him think of them as prey. Blaine turned with the blandest expression he could muster.
And immediately had it wiped off of his face. The man standing in front of him looked as out of place in this neighborhood as Blaine did.
Gemstone
Sard knew he was in trouble the moment he saw the stranger across the room. He had a knack for smelling trouble a mile away. Pyrope said it was one of the many reasons she continued to hire him.
"Kyan," Sard said as the head of the servants walked by. "A moment. Who is the gentleman that just walked in?"
"Tsavorith." Kyan spat the name like it was something foul. "One of Miss Pyrope's cousins. He is the son of Grossular and is not welcome in this house. I have no idea what he is doing here."
"So he is trouble?" Sard said. "Do you think he's after the jewels? Should I make sure he leaves?"
"He's trouble, but not a thief." Kyan hesitated. "Do nothing. I will ask the Miss what she wants done." The head servant faded back among the crowd. Sard sighed, took a long drink of wine, set the glass on a servant's passing tray, and approached Pyrope's cousin. Best way to deal with a problem was to face it head on.
"Tsavorith Garnet," Sard said as an introduction. "I'm surprised to see you here."
Green eyes looked him over from head to toe. There was obvious disdain as Tsavorith took in his rented tux, white socks, and slightly scuffed dress shoes. "Do I know you?"
"Not really. I'm one of the goons Pyrope hired to make sure everything goes smoothly at her little shindigs. Rumor has it that you and her aren't on the best of terms. I'm just checking up with you to see if there's a reason you're here." Sard crossed his arms and waited for the answer. He didn't have to wait long.
Questions? Suggestions? Any that people desperately want to see more of? I might be able to get some more written if anyone's interested.
Yaoi_r
"Hey Justin."
Justin looked up from his lunch, recognizing the voice before he could find the person speaking. Bryan had gained height and breadth over the last few years. Seeing that up close was much different than noticing it from afar. He hesitated only briefly before speaking. "Bryan?"
"Yeah." Bryan was nervous. He fidgeted and kept looking around the lunch room. Justin could understand. Zeth wasn't with him, but he wasn't usually far from him. "I don't see your guard dog around any where?"
"He's running late. He should be here soon," Justin said. Because even though it had been over three years, Justin wouldn't put anything past Bryan. "Were you looking for him?"
Bryan actually paled.
"No, no. I wanted to talk to you actually. Alone." Bryan pulled a green plastic chair out from the table and sat down before Justin could think much less form a response. He leaned forward and never broke eye contact as he spoke. "Look, I know I was an asshole. Trust me, I know. I get it. I've never apologized but I want to now. I'm sorry."
"Oh." He sat back in his own chair, burnt orange in color, and sucked in a breath. "Why now?"
"Does there have to be a reason?" There was too much... charm in Bryan's smile as he spoke. Once it would have turned him into a love struck idiot. Times changed.
"I guess not... thank you." Justin smiled, tentative and shy. Bryan smiled back. Maybe Bryan really was sorry. Maybe he'd finally realized how much his trick had hurt Justin. Maybe people could change.
"So... now that's all forgiven I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
Maybe pigs had grown wings while Justin wasn't looking. He could feel the smile leave his face. When he spoke, his voice was flat. "A favor?"
"See the trials are coming up in a few days." Bryan began to move his hands, forming vague shapes as he spoke. "There are going to be scouts from a lot of universities there and more than likely, I'm going to be going against Zeth. Because really, there's no one as good as us, you know? So I was wondering if you could talk to Zeth and maybe convince him to go easy on me."
"You want me to tell Zeth to throw the trials," Justin said. He could not believe what he was hearing. "The trials that determine whether you graduate or not."
"No! No. You misunderstand. I don't want him to fail or anything." The smile he gave Justin didn't reach his eyes. It was quite obvious that he would like nothing better than for Zeth to fail. "I just want Zeth to ease up a bit. He's had it out for me for years. Always wipes the floor with me out on the field. I wouldn't ask, but like I said there's going to be all these scouts from the universities..."
"What are you doing here?" The voice was icy cold and whatever words Bryan was going to say died in his throat. Justin looked over Bryan's shoulder to see Zeth standing there, lunch tray in hand, cold fury in his eyes. "I told you never to come near him again."
"Justin?" Bryan said. "Help me out?"
"Zeth, Bryan was just apologizing to me," Justin said. "Wasn't that nice of him?"
"He was bothering you," Zeth said. He set his tray down on the table. "Leave."
Bryan tried one last time. "Justin?"
"Good bye, Bryan," Justin said softly. He thought the other boy might start yelling, but Bryan swallowed back his anger and stood with as much dignity as he could muster. Then he stalked away from the table.
Star Pirate
"Mind if I sit here?"
Cutler looked up from his own food to see a man a few years older than him standing next to his table holding a tray. A quick look around the café showed that all the tables were taken. This place obviously had a very deserved reputation for having the best food on the station. "No problem. Have a seat."
He couldn't decide if his tablemate was completely human or not. His hair was blonde at the roots but slowly faded into dark blue at the tips. If it was a dye job it was the best damn dye job Cutler had ever seen. "My name's Cutler, by the way."
"Rondal." Didn't sound like a name common to Earth. Then again the Martian colony had gotten it into its head to be creative when it came to naming. They had a city named Penis Envy for goodness sakes.
They ate in silence. Cutler was half way through his meal, which included honest to god fish. Fish! In space! It was like a piece of flaky, fishy heaven. Despite his headstart, Rondal was quickly catching up to him.
Damn. He hadn't seen someone eat so much since they'd rescued Gelf from the orphanage and he had the excuse of being half starved.
"My ship is in dock for a few days," Cutler said. He watched as his dinner companion filtered through answers. Manners dictated that offered information deserved an equal amount of information in return. It was obvious Rondal was weighing his options.
Good. Cutler was like a dog with a bone. He couldn't outright ask Rondal if he was completely human, but maybe if he got the man talking he could find out.
"I'm here on business. Came in on a transport ship." Cutler nodded.
"Yeah, my ship took some damage. We let one of the junior members fly it, which was our first mistake."
***
"Cutler, if you weren't the best navigator I could ever hope for, I'd shoot you out into space sans evacuation capsule." Captain Jane S. Cutty was pacing her office, having already yelled for the last twenty minutes at him.
"He knew what ship I was on. He knew we were still going through repairs. I couldn't just let him leave and tell his Agency friends," Cutler said, spreading his hand wide in apology.
"So you decided to stun him and drag him hear?" Cutty asked. "An intergalactic agent? Oh yeah, he won't be missed or anything."
"What was I supposed to do?" Cutler asked. "In the time it would have taken me to come and get one of your guys, he would have already contacted his buddies."
"You could have shot him," Cutty said. Then at Cutler's look she sighed. "Okay, yeah. That was a stupid comment. I kept forgetting."
"It's okay."
Prophet
Val was going to be kidnapped tonight.
He wasn't sure exactly when or by whom – he was a prophet, not a god – but he did know it was going to be tonight. The moon was full, the morning star was just above the horizon, and the azale trees were in bloom. Everything was just like it had been in his vision. It was just a matter of time.
As a prophet, Val had always thought patience should come naturally. It didn't. When you knew something was going to happen, it made it all that much harder to wait for it to happen. Anticipation would be his downfall.
"Is there anything else you need?"
It didn't help that the servants were hovering. They were particularly sensitive to his changing moods given the amount of time they spent with him. Normally, Val would be the first to assure them that all was fine.
Tonight, he just wanted them gone.
"Everything is fine, Kurtis," Val told him. It was important not to appear too anxious. That would only let them know that something was up. "I think a major vision is coming on. I keep seeing things out of the corner of my eye."
The wrinkles of concern disappeared from the older man's forehead. "Ah. I see. You seemed preoccupied tonight at dinner. Even your brother remarked on it."
That was never good. "Visions do that to me."
Trick or Treat Prequel
Blaine wondered if the universe wasn't playing a practical joke on him. It certainly wouldn't surprise him. His luck had gone from bad to apocalyptic in the span of a few short days. Hell, it didn't even have to be the universe, though Blaine couldn't imagine anyone as straight laced Serg playing a joke on anyone.
That still didn't explain the house in front of him. It was a brick row house, four stories high and one of a couple dozen brick row houses that lined the block. The street itself wasn't exactly tree lined, but it did have its fair share of green. Everything about the street screamed "upper middle class family housing." Even as Blaine stood there, a couple of kids with backpacks walked past him to pound up stair of the neighboring house.
The only thing that separated this house from other was that it was more non-descript than the others, if that was possible. A few of the brick houses had been painted white to stand out, and another half dozen were actual brownstones. This one was still brick with a small amount of generic bushes in the postage stamp sized "lawn" in front of it. The railing and trim were wrought iron. White curtains blocked all the windows. It looked perfectly ordinary without even trying.
He checked the address on the yellow post-it note in his hand. It read "5648 Ashwood Ln" in neat, precise script. Underneath it was the name "Joseph Karstein". Blaine looked up at the row house. Brass numbers proudly proclaimed that this was indeed 5648 and the street sign he'd passed had already told him this was Ashwood Lane.
Vampires did not live in modest, normal looking row houses. They just... didn't. They especially didn't live in row houses in the middle of only reasonably nice neighborhoods. Vampires were flashy creatures when they could afford to be, and desperate creatures when they couldn't.
This just did not make sense.
"Can I help you?"
Years of living around vampires were the only thing that kept Blaine from jumping. His master... his former master hadn't liked his staff to be jumpy. It made him think of them as prey. Blaine turned with the blandest expression he could muster.
And immediately had it wiped off of his face. The man standing in front of him looked as out of place in this neighborhood as Blaine did.
Gemstone
Sard knew he was in trouble the moment he saw the stranger across the room. He had a knack for smelling trouble a mile away. Pyrope said it was one of the many reasons she continued to hire him.
"Kyan," Sard said as the head of the servants walked by. "A moment. Who is the gentleman that just walked in?"
"Tsavorith." Kyan spat the name like it was something foul. "One of Miss Pyrope's cousins. He is the son of Grossular and is not welcome in this house. I have no idea what he is doing here."
"So he is trouble?" Sard said. "Do you think he's after the jewels? Should I make sure he leaves?"
"He's trouble, but not a thief." Kyan hesitated. "Do nothing. I will ask the Miss what she wants done." The head servant faded back among the crowd. Sard sighed, took a long drink of wine, set the glass on a servant's passing tray, and approached Pyrope's cousin. Best way to deal with a problem was to face it head on.
"Tsavorith Garnet," Sard said as an introduction. "I'm surprised to see you here."
Green eyes looked him over from head to toe. There was obvious disdain as Tsavorith took in his rented tux, white socks, and slightly scuffed dress shoes. "Do I know you?"
"Not really. I'm one of the goons Pyrope hired to make sure everything goes smoothly at her little shindigs. Rumor has it that you and her aren't on the best of terms. I'm just checking up with you to see if there's a reason you're here." Sard crossed his arms and waited for the answer. He didn't have to wait long.
Questions? Suggestions? Any that people desperately want to see more of? I might be able to get some more written if anyone's interested.
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Date: 8/5/08 01:16 am (UTC)not desprately or anything but... new fic...
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Date: 8/5/08 01:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 8/5/08 03:51 am (UTC)Cough up Space Pirates. And prophet. And vampire thing. >.> But if you can't finagle all of those, then just the pirates. *insert puppy dog eyes here*
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Date: 8/5/08 08:58 am (UTC)The other's were sparkly, too, of course, but those 3 were sparkliest.
Especially Space Pirates.
...now I wanna go reread the Kidnapped-verse. *whine* But it's sooo long, and I have, like, 3 billion other fics I wanna reread... Darnit, why can't I resist the irresistable urge to read everything you guys post? I hate you. *sulks*
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Date: 8/5/08 01:12 pm (UTC)and since you asked ... i liked them all but was really fond of the prophet (*___*)and the space pirates(*__*) and mr. vampy (*_*) (course a continuation of any of your other originals would also be much love ;D)
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Date: 8/5/08 07:08 pm (UTC)Happy writing, whatever you decide!
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Date: 8/6/08 01:17 pm (UTC)