*hangs up a sign*

[windandwater]

[GONE UNTIL FRIDAY. BAR EXAM. PRAY FOR ME.]


Also, since I'll be gone and in dire need of distraction and alcohol when I return, it's time to put up a nice meme/spam post in my LJ. And no, this is not just a way to h0r for drabbles. Really. Maybe people are tired of this meme already though, and I suck at guessing, so feel free to just spam this post and make my inbox cry (since I will be internet-less until I get back home).


Most of my flist are writers with a few artists tossed in. And although I don't always comment on your posts, I do (mostly) always read them. I do, however, notice styles, details, certain turns of phrase that are uniquely... you. Or at least I think I do.

That being said, I thought it would be fun if you, as a writer, would indulge me by writing a few paragraphs-- ANONYMOUSLY --in a comment and let me try to guess who you are. Just be yourself as hard as you can be and write some fiction, be it fanfiction or original works.

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[(Anonymous)]

Despite the passing of years, Naruto still stared out his window aimlessly. He knew that no matter what he did, no matter what night it was, that things would not change. He knew deep within his heart that change would not come until he stepped forth and made the effort to grasp at change himself. Doubt, however, consumed him. Regardless of his confident outer appearance, Naruto doubted his ability to change what he truly wanted.

He wanted Sasuke to come home.

Even now, after the years had passed since that painful wordless goodbye, Naruto still wanted Sasuke to come home. He wanted his other half to return so Naruto could once again feel the breath return to his lungs. Breathing now just seemed shallow fake and empty. All things he hated to be yet they were things he was all too familiar with.

The sheer emptiness of being alone and not wanted; of being parentless and friendless; of being always looked down upon; he knew that emptiness. He knew it all too well. He had finally come to accept the emptiness—the loneliness that was beginning to consume him—when everything began to change. When he gained the acceptance of teammates and the secret friendship of a brooding shinobi. Just when he was finally shedding the layers of loneliness, it was ripped out from beneath him. Torn to shreds by the very shinobi who he had trusted to help him break away. The same shinobi who had taught him emotions that neither knew they were capable of feeling.

But back then, Naruto hadn’t been ready to accept one thing: change.

He was so close to accepting it that he managed to miss the opportunity when it arose, at least, that’s how he felt. If he had only told Sasuke earlier. If he had only let him know the truth. If. The word floated around his head constantly that it enviably consumed him with the need to change. The need to grasp at it with all he had and yank it back so he would get his opportunity once more.

Naruto knew it was time. It was time to bring about change.

It was time to bring Sasuke home.

[(Anonymous)]

When Skyler woke up in the hospital everything was blurry at first. There was beeping and the low hum of the IV machine coinciding with the sounds of the PA outside the door and he willed himself to see better, to see more.

When his senses had sharpened once more and he could move his head he was surprised to find the guy who had picked him up off those stairs sitting next to his bed.

"You're awake." The guy didn't sound too surprised by this fact. "The doctors said you'd wake up today."

"Oh." Skyler fought for something to say until it just came bursting out of him. "What are you doing here?"

The guy smirked and Skyler fought the urge to ask what the hell he was smirking for. "I just thought I'd come and see how you were doing but if you'd rather I go..."

Skyler spoke before he could think. "No, don't go. I need the company."

[(Anonymous)]

“So, what about Duo has caught your attention?” Wufei worked through another kata, his black hair tied impeccably tight for a sweating man.

I worked through another series of kicks to the punching bag before answering, “He just seems interesting, I guess.”

Wufei raised an eyebrow at me, changing direction with a graceful swing of his wooden sword. “Interesting? How?”

I shrugged off his question, looking thoroughly disinterested as I landed a three punch combo with a half turn and a firm kick. Wufei was not impressed.

“You can tell me it’s none of my business, Yuy, but don’t insult my intelligence. You never ask about other people. Ever. If you could avoid people for the rest of your life, you would.” I snorted, throwing a side kick as Wufei arched around the room. “Now, I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you want to know him as more than a friend. I’m not sure what kind of information you’re looking for from me, because the interviewing process isn’t all that special. The only information I even have is where he works and his credit information, and you know I’m not allowed to divulge that, even for a close friend.”

“I know. I was just wondering what you thought of him. I know you spend at least fifteen minutes with new applicants.”

“He is very lively. He’s probably the kind of guy who likes to be around a lot of people. He also tells quite a few jokes, and from what I could tell, he keeps them appropriate for the situation. I would bet he could get along with anyone on the planet and manage to have a good time, no matter what kind of person they are.” His eyes narrowed a little in thought as he perched on one leg in perfect balance. “He doesn’t strike me as the type to let people walk on him, though. Maybe to an extent, for civilities sake, but I don’t see him as being easily taken advantage of.”

I chuckled, backhanding the bag. “And you said you couldn’t give me any information.”

“I didn’t. It’s all speculation, based solely on a twenty minute interview. I could be completely wrong.”

“You could, but you’re not. Face it. In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve seldom been wrong when it comes to your instincts.”

Wufei said nothing, and we finished out our workout in relative silence.

[(Anonymous)]

Yohji's frantic swallows only served to send pleasant vibrations along the length of Aya's cock as he thrust brutally into that hot mouth once again, not caring anything for the blond's comfort or pleasure. Yohji squirmed slightly as Aya's gloved hands twisted in his hair but stopped quickly when Aya tugged sharply forcing him further down onto the younger man's cock. He shivered when Yohji's face pressed against his thigh, feeling the warm tears that were spreading across Yohji's cheek and it just made him harder. Yohji still cried, even though he had long ago ceased resisting.

He stiffened as he came, spilling his seed into Yohji's mouth, still thrusting, forcing the blond to swallow every bit. He pulled away with a satisfied smirk, leaving Yohji knelt on the floor, head bowed in shame or and submission. He brushed his fingers through golden hair for a moment before reaching down to drag the older man to his feet by his bound wrists. Yohji gasped in pain, squeezing his eyes shut. Aya kissed him roughly, tongue spearing into his mouth, tasting his own come on those lips.

[(Anonymous)]

I heart 1x2 (thanks to you). And because it's the blasted summer.

Sometimes, in the middle of this heat and exhaustion and fatigue...it makes you want to kill a person.

"Hee-chan! It's waay too hot..."

"Hn."

"Let's do something fun to take our mind off of the heat!"

But death would have been to good for Duo Maxwall.

"No." Heero sighed and slumped down in his chair just a tiny bit, his fingers rapidly tapping away at the keyboard.

"How the hell can you work when it's a billion degrees outsiiide?" Duo whined, sprawled out on the couch, one leg off of the couch.

"Someone has to write up the report for the mission, baka."

"But Hee-chaaan!" His whine became just slightly higher, and as I looked up to glare at him about using that god-awful nickname, I stopped. Duo was reaching his hand up under his shirt, sliding the fingers over the smooth skin. And of course I wasn't fascinated at how gorgeous he looked as he finally pulled the shirt off and collapsed back down onto the couch, a look of...I don't know what...relief maybe. Well, it WAS quite warm, as Duo had pointed out earlier. Too warm.

"Umm...I need a drink."

[(Anonymous)]

There were phrases that spoke of love. Too often they weren't said enough, but that never stopped him from listening for them. Sometimes he'd believe they were whispered in the wind, or offered up in the fall of leaves at the end of summer; such romantic notions should have been outside the realm of his thinking, but he couldn't help them just the same.

"I love you," he said before they slept and he meant it.

There wasn't an answer, only the cool wind through the drapes and a warm arm sliding around his waist. All of a month later, it was gone and there was no one left to give a silent answer, but that didn't stop him from listening for it. On a cold December night, he sighed in resignation curled up in a bed that was meant for two. In a particularly strong gust, the window shut and the blanket flicked higher up his hips. Hurt, afraid, and lonely, he closed his eyes and felt the touch of an arm around his waist.

I love you, he heard, quieter than a whisper. He didn't mean to shed the tears he did. Pulling the blanket over his chest, he choked back a sob, but not the promise.

"I love you, too."

[(Anonymous)]

She hasn’t asked what he does all day and he has yet to offer her any clues.

The state of her apartment, or at least her desk, has improved somewhat since his arrival so she can only assume he has been straightening her papers for her. It is more than a little unsettling to imagine him rifling through her numerous drafts which are really no more than thoughtless passages about various moments that had imprinted particularly strongly in her memory.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks. He has turned in his seat, fully facing her.

She looks up at the dark sky. The stars are barely visible. There were always so many stars in Akita. No city lights to mute them.

“The past,” she says and closes her eyes.