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Obligatory NY-resolutions

Wed, 30 Dec 2009 11:43:03 GMT

Just to get this out of the way ...
Tomorrow is New Years Eve, and as such ... There come obligatory resolutions - which people generally make and never keep (myself included in that bracket)

This year, however, I thought I would actually make myself a list of the resolutions I'd like to make, and the ones that I will actually be making:

The "realistic" list:
- Freaking go to Japan!! (I am gonna be so pissed off with myself if I don't end up doing this. I've been telling everyone that I'll be heading over in March, so I bloody-well better be able to!)
- Join a Martial-Arts class. I've always spoken about it, but never actually done it.
- Stop worrying so much about every-little thing. Alternatively: Less thinking, more action.

The "not-likely-to-happen" list:
- Stop living in a daydream. Seriously, I'm just setting myself up for disappointment.
But, it's not gonna happen because that's simply something I love about myself. Sure, I might be setting myself up for disappointment, but life would lose it's magic if I became a realist instead of a dreamer.

- Get over this "peter-pan" issue you have. You're going to grow up and turn 21 (A.K.A - Become an adult) whether you want to or not. Deal with it -- That doesn't mean, however, that you have to stop liking Anime, and games, and other "childish" things. Just get over your issue with age.
Yeah ... I'm always gonna have issues about turning an "adult". People look at you differently, expect different things from you, once you've hit "adulthood". You think I care if Anime seems childish? Hells no. It's something I love, have loved, and (in all liklihood) will always love. Same goes for dressing up. I like it, you think I care if others don't? No. Because it's not about what they want me to be or want me to do. This is my life and I need to live it the way I want to, and if you don't like it ... Stick it. However ... (see below...)

- Find the strength to tell others to butt-the-hell out of my life. I'll do things my way, and that's the end of it.
... Unfortunately, I'm still developing a backbone and still crave that acceptance from family and friends alike. I know I'm weird, but I haven't the balls enough to be openly weird knowing that others are judging me, that there will be some who can't accept particular things about me (like my fondness for dressing up without a reason. I would love to live in Cosplay clothes only but I'm fully aware that there will be people I care for who can't understand or accept that's simply what I like to do) ... and I am terrified of being rejected because people I care for can't accept the me I want to be. One of my biggest fears is rejection - it's exactly why I've never, not once confessed to a guy that I like, even if I'm insanely obvious by the way I act ... I've never said it.

Well, there you have it. The "wish"-resolution list, and the "actual" resolution list XD
And, seeing as I won't be able to access the internet tomorrow (Cause I'll need to sleep all day to make it through the night...)
Have a Happy and Safe New Year Everyone!! Hope you all have a fun-filled night, and that the post-hangover won't be too bad, LAWL!

See you all in 2010!!

UlquiHime Fanfic: Draculquiorra 4/?

Thu, 24 Dec 2009 07:20:42 GMT

First and foremost, Merry Christmas Everyone! Hope everyone has a fantastic one <33

Now then, down to business...

Title: Draculquiorra - Chapter 4/??
Rating: Uh, PG? Supernatural Themes.
Word Count: 2822
Summary: Draculquiorra was a fariy tale being entirely made up to frighten young children. Something that Inoue Orihime certainly did not believe in, regardless of the strange attacks and deaths that had been worrying her township recently. And so, when Orihime wakes to discover that she had been captured - that fairy tales have suddenly slipped into the world of her reality - her world is, understandably, turned upsid down. However, a new path has opened for her, under the watchful eye of her captor. One that is sure to lead her into a darker realm where the adventures, and relationships she forms are much more exciting than she had ever dreamed.
[UlquiHime is given a "Dracula"-edge >w<]

Oh, just a quick note: "---" signifies a flashback, while "~X~" signifies a change of location/perspective

... Now on to the story <3

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It was so good to be outside again, Orihime decided as she ran happily down the stairs and towards the gate of Ulquiorra’s castle. Looking back over her shoulder, she was amazed at how large it was, all grey stones and turrets. There had to be at least twenty sizable rooms in that place, and she had only seen two of them so far – three if you wanted to include the bathroom that had been, conveniently, located opposite the room she was staying in. She noticed one of the crimson shades flick slightly and Orihime smiled up at the pale figure in the gap.

Ulquiorra arched his eyebrow as he looked down at the red-headed woman, who decided it would be appropriate to stretch her arm up high and wave at him enthusiastically, his own hand raising in acknowledgement before he’d noticed it happening, at which point he stuffed the disobedient appendage into his pocket.

He watched curiously as Orihime tugged on Grimmjow’s arm to hurry him up, the were-panther yanking his arm free as he stifled a yawn. The more he watched her, the more he decided she was more than strange, she was an enigma. Something that had been proven last night between her suddenly smiling at him – A vampire, of all creatures. Human’s were meant to shy away from their kind, and yet, she seemed almost comfortable – and her interaction’s with Grimmjow. Ulquiorra supposed he had been endeared to her the instant he had tried her cooking.

---

"Holy shit! This … What the hell is this?!” Grimmjow nearly snarled at Orihime, his chopsticks already halfway to his mouth with another mouthful.

Orihime was clearly stunned by this response, if her confused expression was anything to go by, “It’s omelette … and leek … well, and rice as well but, I suppose you’d know that … ?”

“You mean this white stuff?” Grimmjow asked, poking the offending pieces of rice uncertainly. “It usually comes out black when Ulqui-iiih” Grimmjow cut himself off suddenly with an awkward look on his face before he resumed stuffing his face with what Orihime had whipped together.

Looking over her shoulder, Orihime realised why. Ulquiorra was leaning in the doorway, his eyes half lidded and his scowl more prominent than usual as he watched Grimmjow scoffing the food on his plate.

“Hey, Ulquiorra,” the blue haired male said through his mouthfuls of food, “If I ever see you in the kitchen again, I’m going fuckin’ kill you, got it? Hime here can take over with cooking.”

Ulquiorra grimaced slightly at Grimmjow’s lack of table manners and looked at the woman questioningly, one corner of his mind metally arching a brow at Grimmjow’s sudden use of a nickname. “I don’t mind,” she said, her hands clutching at her dress a little sheepishly, to which aspect Ulquiorra couldn’t be sure, but if her soft smile directed in Grimmjow’s was any indication, it may have been both.

“Whatever,” Ulquiorra said, a careful tone of indifference in his voice as he noticed Grimmjow’s eyes flicking between Orihime and himself, a strangely devilish glint in his eye. One that made Ulquiorra certain he wouldn’t like whatever thoughts Grimmjow was having at that moment.

---

… Perhaps if he’d made more of an effort to cook something edible for humans, Grimmjow wouldn’t have tried to pick so many fights with him. It was half the reason the were-panther stayed at Ulquiorra’s castle after all, hardly a day went by where the blue-haired creature didn’t try to bait him into a fight.

Sighing, Ulqiuorra went to turn away from the two figures clothed in white and frowned. It had simply been lucky he had a pair of his hakama and jacket that had shrunk the last time a certain witch had visited and decided she’d help by doing the washing.

Involuntarily, Ulquiorra shivered at the memory of the soap bubbles that had travelled up from the laundry to the lounge room, almost spreading out to the stairs leading up to the rooms.

Of course, he mused as he wandered to the library in order to pass time, he hadn’t given much thought to the needs Orihime would have as a female-human, it wasn’t as though he had a lot of experience after all…

---

Grimmjow didn’t complain for a change as he scrubbed at the few pans Orihime had used, while the Woman herself located a small-towel and dried them off, Ulquiorra still standing in the doorway, watching them curiously.

As dishwater slopped over her night dress however, Orihime let out a low growl of frustration, a sound that Ulquiorra’s green eyes widened in surprise at. He’d thought only Grimmjow made noises like that.

“And this was my only thing to wear too!” Orihime moaned with frustration, holding the material away from her skin as she attempted to dry the mess. The scrubbing of the dishes halted, catching Ulquiorra’s attention as he looked over at Grimmjow instead of the wet mess on Orihime’s stomach.

As he did, he felt an irrational pang of irritation as he noticed that the were-pather was craning his neck to try and look over the shoulder of the red-head while she was distracted, her brow furrowed with concentration as she wiped at the wet patch, completely oblivious to the actions of the blue-haired male behind her.

Teal eyes then flicked up and caught Ulquiora’s irritated gaze, and to Ulquiorra’s bewilderment, Grimmjow grinned in a wolfish fashion before returning to the dishes without complaint.

Deciding quickly, Ulquiorra turned around and left the kitchen, then hastened to his own quarters instead where he began fishing about in the drawers there, his ears straining to pick up any strange noises that might come from the kitchen, despite there being a floor between them now.

His brows drew together with frustration. He had been sure this was where he had stowed it after that Witch had ruined it. Ulquiorra’s flickering hands came in contact with a folded replica of his current clothes and pulled it out, a peculiar sense of relief at having located the ruined thing. He flicked the jacket and hakama that was now two sizes too small for him, getting as much dust off it as possible. He frowned as a cloud came off the two articles of clothing, wondering if maybe it was too dirty for her, but then the image of the Woman with dishwater on her stomach came to his mind and he returned downstairs, the clothes tucked under his arm, belatedly wondering if maybe he should visit her house briefly to collect some of her clothes.

For the first time since he’d set her down on that bed two nights ago, Ulquiorra felt a pang of guilt for snatching the Woman away on a whim. What if she’d had friends in her hometown? A lover?

As he neared the kitchen though, from which he could hear amiable chatting and laughter, Ulquiorra forced the guilt and other emotions back to a dark corner of his mind where he could maintain control over them. What was done, was done, and there was little sense in dwelling on his actions now, even though a small part of him was still musing about it, namely the ‘why’ aspect.

“Woman,” Ulquiorra called out, cutting into the conversation, and Orihime instinctively looked up, a grin breaking out on her face as she saw Ulquiorra standing in the doorway.

“There you are Ulquiorra! I wanted to ask you something, but when I turned around you were gone and –” she paused as Ulquiorra sighed before tossing the bundle of white under his arm at her. “What is …?” she began to ask, and then tried very hard not to wrinkle her nose at the stagnant smell of dust that came off the clothes as she held one of them at arms length. It was a smaller copy of the jacket Ulquiorra was wearing.

“Your current clothes are wet, correct? Wear those for now,” Ulquiorra said simply at her confused expression, grandly ignoring the sniggering that was issuing from Grimmjow’s mouth.

For half a second, Ulquiorra thought Orihime might refuse, her mouth was pulled into a grimace, and from the angle of her head it looked as though she were leaning as far back away from it as she could. Then, her entire demeanour changed and that warm-smile lit up her face as she clutched the clothes tight to her chest.

“Thankyou, Ulquiorra,” she said before darting past him, presumably to change. As his eyes followed her form up the stairs, Ulquiorra made a point to ignore Grimmjow’s continued sniggers.

---

Ulquiorra sighed and half ran a hand through his hair, before realising what he was doing. Brushing his fingertips, instead, over several books on one of the library’s shelves, he felt his mouth pull into a frown. He just couldn’t understand it. How could the Woman be in their presence and still behave as though she were surrounded by … friends. It was bewildering. She was like a puzzle, and he simply couldn’t locate most of the pieces.

Giving up on what had been his usual solace, Ulquiorra tucked his hands into the pockets of his hakama and left the library once more. They were sure to be hours at the market – if the list that Orihime had put together was any indication – so he would have plenty of time to do what he planned.

With another sigh, Ulquiorra flicked his hand as though pushing a key on an imaginary keyboard, the action opening up a rift in dimensions. One that allowed him to slip into Orihime’s old home without cautious eyes catching him.

Once inside her room once more, Ulquiorra frowned. Not only was her scent overpowering here without anything to dilute it, he wasn’t quite sure what clothes the woman would need.

… Perhaps this hadn’t been one of his best plans after all.

~X~

Grimmjow knew that she could feel his eyes boring into her, but he refused to look away; and if the busty-red head was uncomfortable with his stare, she was hiding it well behind inane chatter as she dragged him around shopping for meats and vegetables, and other such human stuff Ulquiorra didn’t think to keep in stock.

Even the thought of the aloof vampire made Grimmjow frown, his mind trying to understand recent events. Why hadn’t the cold vampire killed this girl? He hadn’t ever – ever – brought one back to his home before. Not once in the eight centuries that Grimmjow had known him, and he’d been living on and off with the vampire for six of those centuries.

Not that Grimmjow was going to complain about the strange behaviour – the chick could cook ten times better than Ulquiorra ever had – but, having a human living with them was dangerous. Grimmjow repressed a shudder at the thought of what he would do if he’d ever found out.

Even so … Grimmjow sighed. It was a messy situation Ulquiorra had potentially pulled them into if it were ever found out. Allowing a human who had come into contact with one of their kind to live was forbidden, Ulquiorra knew that. In fact, it had been he who had, so many times before, enforced the rule. So, Grimmjow couldn’t fathom why he would choose now, of all the times he had fed, to not simply kill the girl and be done with it. Ulquiorra hadn’t defied his dark father once before, showing a reverence towards him that Grimmjow felt was disgusting, unnecessary, and fake. That old fool was a sadistic bastard who cared nothing for his sons (and single daughter) – the fact that he would personally kill them should Orihime ever be found out was proof enough of that.

Watching the woman as she inspected a watermelon, her lips puckered in her scrutiny, Grimmjow grit his teeth with frustration and suppressed a bewildered snarl. Just what was it about this woman that had forced Ulquiorra to break his own rule?

“Hey,” Grimmjow sounded, his voice naturally coming out in a growl, “How much longer you gonna be?” his stomach was starting to complain at him, and the feeling was getting uncomfortable.

“Ahhhm,” Orihime hummed, looking around at the groceries in her hand and loaded in both of Grimmjows. “I think that’s it. I was just going to get some red bean paste,” she said, pointing towards the last stall in the marketplace, and began striding over there, Grimmjow following behind with a heavy sigh. No wonder he’d never done this shopping thing before – it was long, tedious and made him hungry.

Standing off to the side as Orihime spoke to one of the stall’s clerks, he looked up at the blue sky and cringed as he noticed that the remnants of the moon were getting closer to a full circle. Damn. He’d have to leave tonight if he wanted to keep away from the towns nearby.

His nose caught a familiar scent then and he looked abruptly down at the female store clerk that Orihime was buying the paste from. Instinctively, his lip curled into a snarl and a low growl was issuing forth from his throat.

The woman who sat behind the counter had bright, vine-green hair that was long enough to brush her waist, atop which sat what looked to be a buffalo-skull, something that gave her the appearance of a witch doctor. Her golden eyes were fixed on Grimmow, eyes that looked far too innocent for someone her age, least of all with a bust the like she had, and the instant Grimmjow’s eyes met hers, the woman’s mouth stretched into an amused smile, something that highlighted the pink stripe that ran across her nose even more than usual.

“I thought I’d be running into you soon, Grimmjow,” she said in a voice that, like her eyes, did not match the body she wore.

“Neliel,” Grimmjow spat out and Orihime’s eyes flicked between the two with a mixture of confusion and apprehension. For her part, the green-haired store clerk simply grinned wider before pouting.

“Aw, Grimmy! Don’t be like that!” she said, sounding the part of a six year old, a part that was completed by the doe-eyes she was looking at Grimmjow with.

“I’ve asked you not to call me that!” Grimmjow snapped, almost losing the groceries that were in his hands as he instinctively went to grasp a sword that was not there, an act that made the woman called Neliel burst into peals of laughter.

“You haven’t changed,” she sighed affectionately, “Of course, I knew that would be the case,” she added with a mysterious smile, before her eyes travelled over to Orihime lazily.

“Hmm,” the green haired woman sounded with a small frown before jumping to her feet and placing her hands on Orihime’s shoulders, taking the younger woman by surprise, something that increased tenfold when she was “Shh!”ed at as she opened her mouth to ask what the green haired woman was doing, just before the older woman closed her eyes almost as though she were entering a trance. Behind the two women, Grimmjow sighed.

After a few moments, Neliel’s eyes opened slowly, her mouth puckered with something Orihime couldn’t quite place. It seemed to be worry, and at the same time, hopeful.

“Er, Excuse me …” Orihime said uncertainly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the skulled-woman’s apparent lack of care for personal space. Neliel didn’t seem to hear her though, for, although she pulled away, she brought her hand up to her mouth thoughtfully, or in disbelief, it was hard to tell with the older woman’s eyes swimming with unbridled pleasure.

“How unexpected,” she hummed, her eyes flicking over to Grimmjow briefly, who sighed once more in a way that suggested he’d experienced this before, and then the green haired woman’s eyes fixed on Orihime. “Definitely unexpected,” she repeated, her eyes now looking at Orihime with obvious curiosity, and what seemed to be appraisal, something that Orihime certainly couldn’t understand.

“Nel, are you planning on explaining, or are you going to –” Grimmjow cut of at the harsh look Neliel was giving him. “Alright, alright, you don’t explain, I remember,” he sighed, “Now stop looking at me like that, Dondochakka looks like he’s about to have a panic attack. Come on girl, lets go,” he finished, and Orihime quickly paid for the red bean paste, still looking at Neliel curiously as she followed the retreating form of Grimmjow.

“I’ll see you again soon, Orihime-san!” the green-haired woman called, waving in a friendly manner, a gesture that Orihime returned with only a moment’s hesitation.

“Okay,” she yelled back with a genial smile, as Grimmjow paused to look over his shoulder in a manner that expressed his impatience. Only as they were making their way back to Ulquiorra’s castle, did Orihime wonder how Neliel knew her name.

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Fweehee hee! And (Adult!) Neliel makes her appearance! Also, because I don't think it was very clear, Neliel is considered a witch, but she's a witch who has visions of the future >w< Why did I decide that? ... I suppose, essentially, because Neliel's mask makes her look a little like a witch-doctor of sorts (to me anyway) XD

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!! ... and I enjoy abusing Ulquiorra too much, LAWL!

I know it was a long one, but there wasn't an appropriate moment in which to break it up, while still being a decent length ... So, you get an uber-long chapter, yay!

UlquiHime Fanfic: Draculquiorra 3/?

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 11:29:51 GMT

Title: Draculquiorra - Chapter 3/??
Rating: Uh, PG? Supernatural Themes.
Word Count: 1752
Summary: Draculquiorra was a fariy tale being entirely made up to frighten young children. Something that Inoue Orihime certainly did not believe in, regardless of the strange attacks and deaths that had been worrying her township recently. And so, when Orihime wakes to discover that she had been captured - that fairy tales have suddenly slipped into the world of her reality - her world is, understandably, turned upside down. However, a new path has opened for her, under the watchful eye of her captor. One that is sure to lead her into a darker realm where the adventures, and relationships she forms are much more exciting than she had ever dreamed.
[UlquiHime is given a "Dracula"-edge >w<]

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By the time that Orihime woke again that day the sun had set, and the moon was already high in the night sky. The first thing that occurred to her, once she did wake up, was that there was a strange smell in the room … almost like … burnt rice? The second was that she couldn’t feel the stone-floor anymore, instead the layer beneath her was warm, and fluffy, which could only mean that someone had moved her to the bed.

Opening her eyes slowly, Orihime sniffed a little deeper and almost reeled from the smell. Definitely burnt-something, and she thought she could hear cursing coming from some other room in the house – though she wasn’t sure if “house” was the right word, yet. She’d only seen one room of the place she was in after all.

With a sigh, she sat up in the roomy bed and looked over at the window. The curtains were still wide open from when she’d flung the window open before, so that the moon’s rays partially lit up the room. Yawning, Orihime glanced around her, hoping to find a lamp so that she could see properly.

Then the lights switched on without her even locating a power point and Orihime’s head snapped to the door with shock. Unsurprisingly, she found it was Draculquiorra who had turned them on for her, thankfully in his humane-form.

“Would you stop doing that?” she asked, groaning with frustration before her lips puckered into a pout. “It surprises me each time you know and … how long have you been here for anyway?” Self-consciously, she once more drew the bed sheets tighter around her body. Those eyes seemed to be able to record everything she did, and it was a little unnerving when she considered she was still in her night gown.

Draculquiorra regarded her with a tight frown, “… Not long,” he said, but the pause made Orihime suspicious, “You should stop panicking each time you wake, it’s annoying.”

That’s because you’re unexpectedly here each time I do, Orihime thought, her pout becoming more pronounced. Draculquiorra paid her expression no heed however as he gestured to a plate covered with a silver-dish that was sitting on the desk in the far corner of the room.

“Grimmjow … cooked,” Draculquiorra told her, and the corners of his lips twitched as he spoke, it had almost seemed as though he were trying not to laugh. “He happened to make extra and … I believe you human’s need to eat in order to sustain yourselves?”

Curiously, Orihime slid out of the bed and made her way over to the desk, holding her arms close to invite some warmth into them. Having only a satin nightie to wear definitely had its disadvantages. Lifting the lid, Orihime looked down at the plate of rice and vegetables, trying to ignore the burnt smell that assaulted her nose.

“Thankyou,” she said, turning around to face Draculquiorra. She had to bite her lip to prevent her laughter though as she noticed he was leaning back as far as his body would allow whilst standing, his mouth in the tightest line she’d seen yet, and it looked as though he were holding his breath.

“Are you sure that will be … satisfactory?” he asked her, his fingers twitching as though he longed to cover his nose.

“Well, it is a little burnt,” Orihime frowned, wondering if she was pushing her boundaries. She was a captive here, wasn’t she? But if that were the case, why did Draculquiorra bother bringing her food, and then wait to find out if she would eat it. “It might be alright if you had some soy sauce and peanut butter to add to it?”

The look she received in return could only be described as a deadpan. “Well, unless you’re going to allow me out of this room to cook up something from scratch, that’s the best I can think of,” Orihime told the vampire before her, folding her arms with irritation. He had asked her if the food was going to be alright, if he didn’t want to know the answer, why ask at all?

Draculquiorra held Orihime’s annoyed gaze for a moment, before turning about and walking out the door, leaving it wide open behind him. Orihime could only assume that was his way of agreeing with her latter statement, and so she quickly hurried out the door as well, where she found Draculquiorra had paused, his head cocked over his shoulder so he could see if she followed.

They walked in silence for a few moments, Orihime’s eyes dancing all around her as she took her surrounding’s in with awe. This place was not a ‘house’ at all, it was a freaking castle. Orihime had only ever seen one from a distance, and that had seemed like a terribly gloomy place from the outside … And then she realised, maybe that was the same castle she was currently being held.

“I wouldn’t suggest wandering these halls alone, Woman,” Draculquiorra told her, though he did not turn to look at her.

“Why’s that?” she bubbly red-head asked, her thoughts coming to an abrupt halt as she looked at an intimidating portrait of a man with chestnut brown hair. It was only when she looked at his smile that she realised it was not of a “man”, but of another vampire.

A few steps in front of her, Draculquiorra stopped and also looked up at the portrait, a peculiar expression coming over his face - one that seemed to be a mixture of reverence, and dislike. “There are worse things than I that roam these halls, on occasion.”

Orihime didn’t need to ask what these ‘things’ were to understand that Draculquiorra was referring to the man in the portrait, and in all likelihood others like himself.

“Ah,” she sounded in her understanding, and Draculquiorra began walking once more. Orihime found that she preferred the conversation to the silence, especially considering the ominous warning she had just recieved, and so cast her mind about for something to talk to the pale-being in front of her about. “Hey, Draculquiorra’s such a mouthful, isn’t there something else I can call you?” she asked, surprised when he halted suddenly and turned to look at her, his eyes wider than usual in his own surprise. He quickly recovered though, as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and turned his back on her, leading her further down the hallway.

Just as Orihime thought he wasn’t going to reply, Draculquiorra’s steady voice came to her, “Ulquiorra. My name is Ulquiorra.”

“But then, why the ‘Drac’ before it? You said that’s what you were,” Orihime pointed out, a smile on her face as she looked at Ulquiorra. Somehow, the fact that he was actually talking with her made her happy. It was almost like having a comrade in hell’s den.

“That’s because, that is what your people have called me, Woman,” he said simply, turning around a corner and into one of the biggest kitchen’s Orihime had seen before. For a moment, she wondered why Ulquiorra even needed all the pots and pans that were hanging from the wall, when she noticed the same blue-haired man from before muttering darkly as he scrubbed at the bottom of one of the said pots.

Noticing her confused look, Ulquiorra murmured, “Grimmjow is essentially human. He is a were-panther, but he still needs to eat human-food.”

Grimmjow looked up with surprise at the sound of his name, and Orihime met his eyes once more. As he looked at Ulquiorra and Orihime standing in the doorway, Grimmjow’s expression looked as though someone had hit him with the pan he was holding for a second, and then he growled at Ulquiorra, “What’s she doing down here?”

“Her meal was burnt, and so, she is going to re-make it,” Ulquiorra told him, and it looked to Orihime that Grimmjow had quickly swallowed a shout of laughter before he turned his attention to her.

“You can cook, chick?” Grimmjow he demanded, and Orihime felt her throat tighten once more at the aggressive presence rolling off him. Inexplicably, she was able to take comfort in the knowledge that Ulquiorra was there, however, and was able to answer the were-panther evenly.

“Yes,” she told him, a defiant edge to her voice. What she hadn’t expected was the grin that broke across Grimmjow’s face.

“Good! Cause I can’t take another night of eating the burnt-to-hell-shit Ulquiorra makes!”

Startled, Orihime looked over at Ulquiorra questioningly. Hadn’t he said that Grimmjow had made it? Ulquiorra refused to meet her eye, and Orihime narrowed her eyes with confusion. She just couldn’t understand his motives. Why not just admit that it had been he who’d cooked?

Then she heard Tsubaki’s voice in her mind, Idiot woman. Because what vampire wants to admit they’re cooking for the woman he captured? It just takes away from that badass image, doesn’t it?

Looking away from Ulquiorra and ignoring Grimmjow, Orihime walked over to the pantry and looked inside. There was still plenty of rice, she also found eggs and leek. It wasn’t much, but she could make an omelette and rice with this at least.

Ulquiorra watched her as she pulled the ingredients out, followed by milk. Uncertainly, and still trying to muffle his embarrassment, he called out, “Woman, will you be alright with this?” he asked, ignoring Grimmjow’s shocked “Ehhh?” that followed the question.

Orihime bit her bottom lip thoughtfully as she looked at the ingredients before her, “Yes, this will do for now. But, I’ll need to go shopping tomorrow,” she told him, meeting Ulquiorra’s eyes, and he had the impression that she was daring him to object.

“I see. Grimmjow will accompany you to the nearest town then,” he said, before turning to leave the kitchen, allowing her to do whatever it was she planned.

“Ulquiorra!” she called, and he found himself stopping without any real decision to do so. Curiously, he turned his head and found that she was smiling at him. “The name’s Inoue Orihime, not woman,” she said, and Ulquiorra was once again reminded of the warmth that radiates off the sun.

“Whatever …” he muttered, taking another step out of the kitchen and then he added, “Woman.” As he walked, Ulquiorra found he had to suppress a chuckle at the indignant “Damn it!” that she shrieked, and Grimmjow’s confused “What the hell?” did not help matters. How odd.

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Finally. Sorry about the lengthy delay between chapters. I had a bit of trouble with this chapter (Or was it the next??), and then I was away without the net for a while which didn't help*sigh*

However, that meant I was able to write ahead quite a few chapters (Yay!!) which means, with any luck, I'll be able to actually post constantly for the next couple of weeks. Yay!

Hope people are actually enjoying this, cause I'm having fun writing it (and it's just gonna get more fun as we go. Kukukuku)

Stolen Meme's

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 11:07:31 GMT

Stole this from Issues ... Who stole it from Kitty XD

Six Pairings I Like:
1. Ichigo - Rukia
2. Ulquiorra - Orihime <33
3. Gin - Rangiku
4. Hitsugaya - Hinamori
5. Grimmjow - Soi Fon (XD Crack pairing)
6. Er ... Renji - Neliel (Another Crack pairing ... Clearly, I don't ship alot of pairings in Bleach ^^;)

Three Ships I've Abandoned:
7. Ishida - Orihime
8. Hitsugaya - Rangiku
9. Renji - Rukia

Three Ships I've Never Liked:
10. Ichigo - Orihime
11. Nnoitora - Neliel
12. Uhm ... Ulquiorra - Anyone but Orihime XD

Two Ships that have Piqued my Interest:
13. Ishida - Ichigo
14. Tatsuki - Orihime

#1. Why do you dislike #11 so much?
I don't know ... I never really saw the Canon-aspect until I squinted, and even then it was a very one sided pairing. Nnoitora treated Neliel like an obstacle ... And, tbh, I don't like Nnoitora's sexist-attitude at all, so I couldn't see him paired with anyone, least of all a kick-ass woman like Neliel.

#2. Who do you know that ships #13?
Ahhhhhm, not sure O.o

#3. What would be your ideal scenario for couple #3?
Essentially, I'd like it to be Rangiku who slapped some sense into Gin (preferably with the help of HaiNeko). I want it to be her that makes him come to his senses and stop following Aizen around for ... whatever reason he's following him for.

#4. What is your favorite moment for #1?
The epic rescue >w<

#5. How long have you been following couple #6?
Haha. Not long, I suppose. It was borne from reading Enchantable's Silent Force, which is an awesome fanfic with multiple pairings, and Renji-Neliel was one of them ... The idea kind of stuck with me XD

#6. What's the story with #8? What made you stop caring?
Essentially I realised that Histugaya is just a teenager while Rangiku is a 20-something woman, and while their interaction is still great, it would be really awkward to see something actually happen with them outside of the friendly Captain-Vice Captain relationship they have .

#7. Which ship do you prefer--#2 or #4?
2! 2! 2!!!!! ... UlquiHime is my ultimate Bleach pairing. So, even though I like Histugaya-Hinamori, they aren't even in the same Galaxy as my love of UlquiHime.

#8. You have the power to make one ship non-existent. Choose from #10 or #12.
Can't I choose both? Cause then, pretty much the only option is UlquiHime XD
Okay, okay, just one ... I'd have to go with 10 then. I hear that fandom has alot of wank, and wank isn't good if it refuses to see the other side's perspective.

#9. What interests you about #14?
Well, they clearly have a strong bond, and Tatsuki is really protective of Orihime so ... *shrugs* I'm not sure that I'd fully support it, but if I did, it'd be my first Yuri-pairing, LAWL

#10. When did you stop liking #7?
Once Ulquiorra came into the picture. Ishida-Orihime was cute during SS-arc, but then Ulquiorra comes into it and there's this undeniable chemistry and just ... guuuuh. My eyes have been so blinded by the hawtness of UlquiHime I can no longer see her with anyone else, and think it will do for her character what Ulquiorra does.

#11. Did your waning interest in #9 kill your interest in the series?
Nah. As Issues pointed out in her meme, it was a very one sided pairing to begin with. One that was doomed the day Ichigo decided he had to save Rukia.

#12. What's a song that reminds you of #5?
Oooh. Uh ... I haven't thought about it before ... Okay, possibly I Hate Everything About You, by 3 Days Grace, because their relationship would be a feisty one, and I can't see them actually 'getting-along' very well ... But the sex is hot? XD

#13. Which of these ships do you love the most right now?
UlquiHime. No~ competition. It's the only one I've actually been fangirling, instead of simply being "interested in" ^w^

#14. Which do you dislike the most?
Er, probably Nnoitora - Neliel.

#15. If you could have any of these pairings double date, who would they be?
Ulquiorra - Orihime and Tatsuki - Orihime (Cause they totally would the first time XD), otherwise UlquiHime with Gin - Rangiku ... Simply to see Ulquiorra's "Just go away and leave me with my woman" face XD

#16. Have #2 kissed yet? Elaborate if yes.
*opens mouth to say "Yes!" and then remembers ...* Just in Fanart and Doujinshi TT^TT

#17. Did #4 have a happy ending? Do you think one is likely?
I hope so ... If Hinamori can break from her fixation with Aizen ... and if they can ever confess to one another, sure.

#18. What would make you start shipping #14?
Uhm, uhm ... Possibly a tag-team scenario. Or else, depending on how Kubo does it, their reunion after the whole HM arc. That will be angst-filled, I'm sure.

#19. If only one could happen, which would you prefer--#2 or #6?
Considering my reaction above, is there really a point in answering? Renji-Nel is just crack, while UlquiHime has many manga-moments ... Which I love, and I love them so ... I daresay my decision is obvious XD

#20. You have the power to deci1de the fate of #10.

*sigh* Orihime will realise that "Kurosaki-kun" will never see her the way she wants to be seen, and once she manages to get over her "Kurosaki-kun!" hero-complex, their relationship will turn into that of a big brother and his sister (Cause that's the only way I take my IchiHime >.>)

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And now for this one...

Technically tagged by Rusky_Boz ... She said "everyone in my Flist who wants to waste time" so ... here I am XD

Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die:
1. Go to Japan (haha. Will be accomplished next year >w<)
2. Find the one I'm meant to be with (Aka - Soul Mate)
3. Actually finish one of my original stories >.>

Three Names You Go By:
1. Tianna
2. Tia
3. Commando Girl (Don't ask)

Three Screen Names You Have Had:
1. Phoenix089
2. Crimson_Phoenix
3. Er ... Kittytianna?

I dunno, I generally just use Phoenix089. Have done since I started joining things like anime-sites and the like, lol.

Three Physical Things You Like About Yourself:
1. My random-like-woah! personality and imagination
2. My eyes.
3. My physique ...? O.o

Three Parts Of Your Heritage:
1. Er ... Love of Video Games (Both of my parents play them)
2. Love of books. (Again, both parents)
3. Uhm ... My height = short (Mother)

Three Things That Scare You:
1. Horror Movies - any kind. Especially Slashers, Gorey ones (like Saw), and ghost/supernatural ones.
2. To be completely rejected by everyone I know TT^TT (I.E - To be completely and utterly alone)
3. Dying. Not because I'm afraid of death though, rather the actual physical act of Dying. (I know, I know. Lame finish)

Three Of Your Everyday Essentials:
1. My Ipod. I would die without it (Or go completely insane. Either way.)
2. A book. Have to carry one with me no matter where I go.
3. My mobile - just in case.

Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. A black "Rusty" jumper. (Aussie surf-brand, I think)
2. Grey Mickey-Mouse Pyjama pants
3. ... plz don't kill me for this Large, black Twilight-Shirt. (It came free with the DVD, alright? And, it's a comfortable bed-shirt! It's, like, three sizes too big for me >.>)

Three Of Your Favorite Bands/Musical Artists:
Just three? Wtf? You're talking to someone with 1989 songs on their Ipod - and that's not even half of my CD collection! *rant*
Fine, my current top three then ...

1. RADWIMPS
2. Muse
3. Placebo

...3 & 1/2. (Because I can!) Red.

Three Of Your Favorite Songs: (right now)

... Don't make it easy for us music-addicts to you?

1. Ooshakama - RADWIMPS
2. All Around Me - Flylead
3. Our "World" - Daisuke Namakawa

Three Things You Want In A Relationship:
1. Someone who I can be myself around - twisted, perversion and all.
2. Trust.
3. Good sex *shot* <-- Totally left there from Rusky's cause, let's face it, we all want Good Sex in our relationships >w<

Two Truths And A Lie (in no particular order):
1. I am ridiculously perverted.
2. All I want out of life is to find the one who loves me.
3. I'm a serious daydreamer.

Three Physical Things About The Preferred Sex That Appeal To You:
1. Good hair - preferably in a dark shade.
2. Eyes that I can lose myself in.
3. Big *shot before she can even speak* ... Biceps! I was going to say Biceps! XD

Three Of Your Favorite Hobbies:
1. Writing/Drawing
2. Sleeping.
3. Video Games

Three Things You Want To Do Really Badly Right Now:
1. .... I gotta be honest here. Get laid.
2. Figure out what to get people for Christmas - it's proving to be more allusive than I'd planned.
3. Actually post my third chapter of Draculquiorra

Three Careers You're Considering/You've Considered:
1. Author
2. Something in art - Graphic Design perhaps.
3. Fashion Design. Just imagine it! Aussie Fashion gets an asian-edge. oh gods!yesplz! *despises the Aussie fashion scene*

Three Places You Want To Go On Vacation:
1. Japan
2. Europe
3. ... Japan again.

Three Kid's Names You Like:
1. Kira
2. Sakura
3. Leon

... I almost feel sorry for my children XD

Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Boy:
1. I love playing Video Games.
2. My room's almost always a mess.
3. ... My fandoms turned me into a major perv!

Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Girl:
1. ... I can't be crass though. (Have trouble even typing "Cock" ... *sniggle*)
2. I'm a hopeless romantic and yearn for that fairy tale ending.
3. I love/want really long hair. *wants to grow hers out to her waist. Like, Orihime-long)

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Uhm, as for tagging people ... Meh. If you wanna do it, do it. If not, your gain (for not wasting time XD)

UlquiHime Fanfic: Draculquiorra 2/?

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 12:35:24 GMT

Well, here's the second chapter ...

Title: Draculquiorra - Chapter 2/??
Rating: Uh, PG? Supernatural Themes.
Word Count: 1836
Summary: Draculquiorra was a fariy tale being entirely made up to frighten young children. Something that Inoue Orihime certainly did not believe in, regardless of the strange attacks and deaths that had been worrying her township recently. And so, when Orihime wakes to discover that she had been captured - that fairy tales have suddenly slipped into the world of her reality - her world is, understandably, turned upside down. However, a new path has opened for her, under the watchful eye of her captor. One that is sure to lead her into a darker realm where the adventures, and relationships she forms are much more exciting than she had ever dreamed.
[UlquiHime is given a "Dracula"-edge >w<]

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The next time Orihime woke, it was to the muffled rays of sunlight that crept beneath the curtain. Blinking sleepily, she rolled over and fully intended to fall back asleep. And then she was assaulted by the image of bright green eyes, leathery wings, and a man with furred limbs.

Drawing in a shocked gasp, Orihime sat bolt upright as she realised that it had been no dream. She really was in a room from a gothic-horror novel, surrounded by trinkets and belongings that were not her own.

She felt as though she was going to be sick, and so she bolted over to the window and flung it open, taking the fresh air in with deep, gulping breaths, a cold sweat breaking out on her brow.

Tentatively, Orihime brought her hands to either side of her throat. “Oh, thank goodness,” she sighed with relief as her hands found no puncture wounds on either side.

“Orihime-san?” Shun'o asked from where she was hovering beside Orihime’s head, and Orihime found reassurance in her presence, and the warmth of the sun. Warmth that was so different to the cold that had emanated from the strange creature Draculquiorra. “Are you … Alright, Orihime-san?”

“No. I’m not alright,” Orihime sighed, covering her eyes as she attempted to make sense of the situation and her thoughts. “I’m in a room only god-knows-where, with someone I thought that belonged to fairy tales.”

Shun’o frowned, then opened her mouth to speak – but was cut off by another of Orihime’s fairy’s breaking free of its sealed state.

“Damn it woman! Does it matter if he’s from fairy tales? He’s real, and he didn’t hurt you. That’s the main thing, isn’t it?” Tsubaki screeched at her, Shun’o sighing behind him.

“I suppose so …” Orihime trailed off thoughtfully. It was true that Draculquiorra hadn’t hurt her – yet – but what about all those others he had? From her town alone, he had killed five.

Unbidden, the sorrowful image of her captor surfaced in her mind, and Orihime sighed. This was getting confusing. This was someone she knew could kill, someone who had almost sank his fangs into her neck as well last night, and yet … When she thought of him, she felt no fear, only sympathy.

Her musings were brought to an abrupt halt, however, when she heard the door behind her open, and she turned around, a little worried, as her fairies hurriedly returned to her hair pins. For the briefest moment she thought that even thinking of Draculquiorra had summoned him.

But it was not her captor that stood in the room, instead it was another man with bright blue hair, his teal eyes feline in nature and a scowl on his face.

“I thought I smelt something odd in here,” the newcomer said, a distinctive snarl in his voice, and his eyes swept over Orihime, as though sussing her out. “Why hasn’t he killed you yet?” he asked, bluntly, a look of disdain on his face.

Orihime couldn’t answer, even if she wanted to, her throat felt as though there was something jammed inside it. Her silence seemed to aggravate her blue-haired visitor though, as he was suddenly prowling towards her, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

“I asked you a question, chick.”

Opening her mouth to try and speak, Orihime felt overwhelmed by the volatile nature that was radiating off this person and she closed her eyes in an attempt to calm her pounding heart, willing the lump in her throat to go away.

Suddenly, a hand was wrapped tightly around her throat, a growl echoing around the room as Orihime felt the floor beneath her feet disappear. Her own hands came to grasp at the blue-haired man’s arm, instinctively trying to pry him off her. How this person could be holding her off the floor with one arm, Orihime didn’t know, nor was she in any position to wonder about it as her air supply was being cut off.

“Grimmjow,” a monotonous voice cut in, a warning hidden beneath the name, and the blue-haired male clucked his tongue, bringing Orihime back down to the ground, where she promptly fell to her hands and knees, clutching at her throat as she drew in deep gulps of air.

Cautiously, she looked back up at Grimmjow and noticed that he was still looking down at her, an irritated, yet curious expression on his face, his hands now clenched into tight fists at his side, before he averted his attention to whoever it was that had broke into the scene – much to Orihime’s relief.

Orihime followed his lead and turned her attention to the newcomer, as well, her eyes narrowing with uncertainty. How many people, or beings, were in this house? First a man-like creature with wings and fur, then someone who, inexplicably, had bright blue hair and could lift her off the ground with one hand, and now another man was standing in her doorway, his attention focused on Grimmjow.

For the briefest moment, Orihime thought the new male was naked, until she realised that his skin was simply the same colour as his clothes – snow-white. His jacket, though short at the front, seemed to have coat-tails that almost brushed the floor as he stood, and his pants were a pair of Hakama. The white of his top and pants only highlighted by the boots he wore, the hems of his jacket, and the sash on his Hakama, all of which were black.

Then, Orihime paid closer attention to the newcomers face, taking in his shoulder-length raven hair, the startlingly, bright emerald green eyes, and the thin teal-tear streaks that ran down his face. As she looked at him, the pale-man glanced down at her, and in the moment their eyes met, Orihime had a flash of the night before, something that made her gasp in shock with realisation.

Before she could speak, Draculquiorra turned his glare back to Grimmjow, who seemed to have understood an unspoken command that came with the expression, for the blue-haired male chose that point to snarl once more, throwing Orihime another look, though this one was more intrigued than threatening, before pushing his way past Draculquiorra, who still stood in the doorway.

Shakily, Orihime rose to her feet, her eyes locked on the form of Draculquiorra now, trying to understand why he looked so different from the night before. He regarded her once more, before he also turned to leave the room.

“Wait!” Orihime cried out, instinctively, and Draculquiorra turned his head, looking at her from the corner of his eye. “I don’t … understand. You are … the same one from last night, aren’t you?”

Hesitantly, Draculquiorra turned so that he was fully facing Orihime, his eyes narrowing the smallest amount, so small that if Orihime hadn’t been paying close attention she would have missed it. “If I am?” he asked her slowly.

“But … The fur, and the wings…” she gestured helplessly at his current form, her brow furrowed with confusion.

Sighing softly, Draculquiorra took a step towards her, “That … is my released form. It’s … more convenient to use this one on a day to day basis, however.”

“Why?”

Draculquiorra looked taken by surprise for a split second before his poker-face returned, and he began to explain, “Because … this form doesn’t stand out as much, and it tends to be easier to move around in-” As Draculquiorra attempted to explain, Orihime had the distinct impression that he wasn’t used to explaining why he preferred this more humane form, a thought that made her wonder if Draculquiorra had spent most of his life alone, a thought which, in turn, made the sympathy she felt for the vampire before her return.

And then she felt it. As she listened to Draculquiorra’s reasons, his frown becoming more pronounced as he continued to try and explain, Orihime trying to understand everything that was going on around her, a headache was coming on. Only, this felt worse than a headache, more like she was rocketing towards a cliff with no way to stop it.

“Stop!” a small voice suddenly cried out, halting Draculquiorra’s fumbled explanation and both pairs of eyes in the room were drawn to Shun’o who had jumped from her sealed state, an urgent look on her face. Beside the blonde captain of Orihime’s fairies, hovered Tsubaki, his arms folded and eyes narrowed as he glared at Draculquiorra, something that Orihime distantly felt amusing considering the severe difference in height.

“Ayame,” Shun’o called softly, and the timid fairy partner of Shun’o sprung out of her released state as well. She glanced at Shun’o for a few seconds, then nodded with understanding. She came to float in front of Orihime then, and extended her hand out so that her forefinger and middle finger were placed in the center of Orihime’s forehead.

“Sorry, Orihime-san,” she whispered, and Orihime realised what she was doing at the last minute.

“No! I don’t … want … to …” she trailed off, first falling to her knees, then Ayame and Shun’o lowered her to the ground by her arms, slowly so she wouldn’t wake up with bruises.

“That was close,” Shun’o sighed, before fixing Draculquiorra with a cold look. “You almost overloaded her, you know,” she stated as she quickly returned to a height where she could meet his eye. “If we hadn’t put her to sleep, her mind would have snapped. Don’t you have any experience with humans? You can’t just dump all that otherworldly information on them!”

“No, I don’t,” Draculquiorra told the small-being in front of him, trying to ignore his inane curiosity about the three that were floating in the room, Ayame watching over Orihime, and Tsubaki silently glaring at him from behind Shun’o still. How peculiar they all were.

Shun’o’s glare lessened slightly at his words. “You’ve never been around humans before?”

Before Draculquiorra could say anything to the fairy, the black-male one caught his attention, using the most ridiculous term Draculquiorra had ever heard, let alone been called.

“Oi, bat-boy. I don’t know what your intentions are, bringing the woman here,” he said, a definite snarl to his words, “but if you hurt her in any way, you’ll have us to deal with, you hear?” and, as he finished his threat, another three fairies leapt out with cries of agreement and joined the two who were staring Draculquiorra down, Ayame still fussing over the Woman asleep on the floor.

Casting his eyes over the group of fairies before him, Draculquiorra couldn’t help but wonder how a human came to be in possession of this group that were threatening him. Him! The fourth born vampire-son, Ulquiorra Schiffer.

Scoffing under his breath, Ulquiorra turned and left the room without a word, his coat tails flapping behind him. She truly is a strange woman, he thought as he sought out Grimmjow, wondering where the foolish were-panther had gone to, and whether he was making a mess of his kitchen – again.

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... and now I seriously need to go to bed >A< 11.30. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Getting up in 5 hours time TT^TT

Anyway, should be able to post the third chapter tomorrow ^w^

Absence + UlquiHime Fanfic: Draculquoirra 1/?

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 11:53:46 GMT

Haha. So much for my constant-posts, hey?

Well, in my defense, I was away without internet for a while. I had been housesitting for a friend and, of all insane things, they hadn't got the net hooked up yet. So, what did I end up doing for most of my time there?

... Watching Charmed! The first season, lol. I used to watch it when I was younger ... Mostly for the Leo-Piper interaction, and I have to admit that I'm still loving those interactions ...
I manage to finish the first season, but now I have a problem: I want to watch the 2nd season now!! TT^TT I was getting hooked, lol.

Anyway, the reason for this post is that I'm re-posting the first two chapters of Draculquiorra. For those of you thinking "wtf?" .... You'll see. And for those who've seen it already (So, everyone who goes to the UlquiHime FC on BA and Capslock_Ulori) ... Sorry about the deja-vu, lol. I wanted to start posting them in my journal instead of the community though, lol.

Don't worry if you were following it in the Comm. I'll still post it there, it'll just be fake-cuts now, lol.

So ... Here's the first chapter. Will load the next one into another post, lol ... And then, if we're lucky (Considering it's now 10.20pm and I need to get up at 5 ...) Maybe even the third chapter, yays!

~X~

About the story: Okay, this was actually meant to be my Halloweenfest fic ... But then, what was meant to be a simple one-shot snowballed and became something much, much bigger than I'd thought it would. I don't mind though, cause I'm actually enjoying writing it (And, it's the first multi-chaper fic I've actually posted online ... Actually, it's the first multi-chapter fanfic I'm writing, but I guess that's just the power of UlquiHime XD)

... Basically, it's a cross over between Dracula and Bleach ... With UlquiHime and manga moments (Yay!), and now ... On with the Chapater! (Yes, enough rambling already!)

Title: Draculquiorra - Chapter 1/??
Rating: Uh, PG? Supernatural Themes.
Word Count: 1783
Summary: Draculquiorra was a fariy tale being entirely made up to frighten young children. Something that Inoue Orihime certainly did not believe in, regardless of the strange attacks and deaths that had been worrying her township recently. And so, when Orihime wakes to discover that she had been captured - that fairy tales have suddenly slipped into the world of her reality - her world is, understandably, turned upside down. However, a new path has opened for her, under the watchful eye of her captor. One that is sure to lead her into a darker realm where the adventures, and relationships she forms are much more exciting than she had ever dreamed.
[UlquiHime is given a "Dracula"-edge >w<]

Stories about Draculquiorra were always, always, prevalent in the weeks leading up to Halloween. Parents would tell their children, “Make sure you brush your teeth tonight, or else the Draculquiorra will come to get you!”, or “Wash behind your ears! Draculquiorra is particularly fond of children with dirt behind their ears!”. As Orihime grew up, she realised how stupid some of those stories were, just excuses to scare negligent children into doing everything they were supposed to of a night.

This year, the stories seemed to be even more noticeable than usual though, and Orihime could only assume that the townspeople were afraid. There had been reports of people of all kinds disappearing – most of these people being young women – late into the night, and reappearing in their bed when the morning came. Some were dead when they were found the next morning, other’s were simply lethargic, but died a few hours later. The only clue to these disappearances lying with those who returned with two puncture marks in their throat, but with those same people too exhausted to tell them who was behind the attacks before their own death claimed them … Well, the town was buzzing with stories of Draculquiorra.

Did Orihime believe in them? She couldn’t quite decide. She would acknowledge that it was odd, after all, not even her fairy-guardians could assist with the revival of those who had been bitten – for it was certainly a bite. The puncture wounds were always the same distance apart, they were even the same depth each time, but what was biting the people … Orihime couldn’t say. She didn’t want to believe it could be Draculquiorra, it had simply been a wives-tale for so long, she found it hard to believe there was any truth to it anymore. And yet …

Well, regardless, the circumstances were suspicious. That was the only thing she could be sure of as she tended to another young girl, probably fifteen years old this time.

“I’m sorry,” Orihime said, turning to the girls mother. “It’s the same as the others. I can’t seem to heal these wounds. I truly am sorry,” and it was apparent in the way her face was contorted with pain.

“I see. Thankyou anyway, Healer-Inoue.”

With a heavy sigh, Orihime turned and left the room, giving the mother some privacy with her daughter in their last hours together. Orihime leaned against the wall of the house, trying to ignore the heartbroken sobs of the woman inside. She hated this more than anything. What was the point of having an ability like hers if she couldn’t help the people who needed her? A broken leg? Sure, no problem. But, when people are actually dying by some unknown cause … She couldn’t do anything. There was just … some odd presence around the bite marks that prevented her from being able to reject it’s presence.

No, she did not believe it could be some silly, fairy-tale creature designed to scare children. Whatever this was, it was much, much, more sinister than that.

~X~

At last, it was night, and he was free to roam the streets, away from the prying, prejudiced eyes of the townsfolk. His bright, green eyes flicked over to the red-house to his left, and grimaced ever so slightly.

It was unlike him, but he’d avoided that house for as long as possible, there was simply an … unusual aura that permeated off it. And yet, each and every time he passed, he felt the inane compulsion to enter, to find out who lived there … Who radiated such an overwhelmingly, intoxicating aroma that his made his mouth water and consume his thoughts.

Resolutely, he trudged on past, hands in his pockets as he watched the bats as they fluttered about in the night sky, trying to locate another scent. One that could distract him from the siren’s call behind him.

… … He couldn’t do it. On every other night he hunted, he had been able to find another that was at least … acceptable. Tonight however, the smell was taunting him. Invading his senses, overtaking his every thought.

By the time he had fully realised what had happened, he found himself standing in the bedroom of a young woman, her sunset hair fanned out around her as though she were the living incarnation of the Sun. As he stood there watching her, pondering over what to do now that he was here, she shifted in her sleep as though she could sense him there, and he melted into the shadows.

It was strange, he decided as he melded himself with the wall, no matter how hungry he was, or wasn’t, this woman’s smell had always enticed his thirst, and yet … Now that he was here in her very room, he no longer felt the desire to drain her in order to sustain himself. No, if anything … he felt something else, something he couldn’t place, something he wasn’t sure he wanted to place.

As the Sun’s image rolled in her sleep, he wondered whether he should leave and find another who could satisfy his need. And then she spoke, muffled by the pillow, but she certainly had called out.

“Wait, don’t go,” and her hand was even reaching in the direction of the shadows in which he hid.

It was in that moment, he had lost a mental debate with himself. He wanted - No, he needed this woman, and so, he would take her with him. But, unlike the others, he would not return her half-drained, nearing death. Oh no, this mortal Sun fascinated him far too much for that.

So, as silently as the predator he was, Draculquiorra swept forth and pulled the woman’s form to him, the window flying open at his command as wings sprouted from his back and he flew off into the night, Bat holding the still-sleeping Sun tight to his chest, wondering if perhaps he was making the biggest mistake of his several-century-long life.

~X~

When Orihime awoke, it was to a strange room filled with scarlet tapestries, and black bedsheets, filled with shadows and … well, it quite simply looked like it belonged in some gothic-horror novel, it even had what looked like dark grey, stone floors!

“Where -?” she asked the empty air. What she was not expecting was the reply that drifted to her from the shadows.

“I see you’re finally awake, woman.”

Mildly surprised at her lack of fear considering the situation, Orihime turned her head in the direction of the voice and suppressed a surprised gasp. Standing there was a man … or, she thought he was a man. He had the torso of a human-male, and yet his legs and forearms were covered in thick, black fur. Horns protruded from his inky black, hair, there were big, leathery bat-wings folded behind his back, and an extremely long tail was swishing about restlessly behind him. While all these things, in addition to the fangs that were barely hidden by his pale lips, should have startled Orihime (Okay, maybe she was a little startled, but not afraid, somehow) she was captured by the … man’s bright, green eyes, illuminated by the moonlight so that they seemed to glow with an other-worldly light.

“Who … are you?” she asked, pulling the covers closer around her.

The creature before her sighed as though he found the answer troublesome, and then, hesitantly, “… I am that which is haunting the stories in your town.”

“… That, doesn’t tell me much you know.”

The creature fixed her with a glare, his mouth tightening ever so slightly before he said in a voice without emotion, “Draculquiorra.”

And Orihime burst into a fit of giggles completely inappropriate for the moment before she could stop herself. Draculquiorra’s irritation at her reaction evident by the way his tail suddenly pounded against the floor.

“Sorry, sorry. But is this a joke?” the woman asked, wiping at the water leaking from the corners of her eyes, a smile still on her face.

“Certainly not.”

“But … You can’t be serious!” Orihime cried, suddenly annoyed. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that the man before her was not human, that was stating the obvious if you considered the wings, tail and fur, but … “Draculquiorra? That’s just a fairy tale,” she stated, folding her arms resolutely across her chest. “Something told to simply frighten young children.”

One second, the creature was on one side of the room, and the next, he was right beside Orihime, his tail now positively thrashing about behind him. Orihime, naturally, jumped in surprise, and then she felt it; those first trickles of fear eating away at her resolve. Looking up into those luminescent green eyes, Orihime realised that they were certainly not of this world. But if they weren’t from her world, which world did they belong to? The one where fairy tales were not ‘tales’ at all, but reality?

And, as his lips parted, revealing those decidedly sharp teeth, his eyes narrowing in an almost-defiant fashion, he asked, “Shall I prove it to you?”, his eyes resting on the vein of her throat. It was then that Orihime decided it didn’t matter from which world Draculquiorra belonged, because right now he was in her world, and those teeth were looking quite sinister as they drew closer to her neck.

“Santen Kesshun!” she cried, and Draculquiorra was forced back several paces by the barrier suddenly erected between them, Orihime’s hands enforcing it as she looked at the creature before her, her mouth tight and her brows knitted with concentration.

Draculquiorra looked over at her, his green eyes opened a little wider than usual in his surprise, and then he let loose one amused chuckle. “You truly are a strange woman,” he remarked, his eyes taking in the fairies controlling the barrier, and Orihime’s defiant expression before sweeping out the room, closing the door with a bang behind him.

Heart racing, Orihime pulled her knees close to her chest, her eyes closed as she drew in deep, calming breaths. “Thankyou, Baigon, Hinagiku and Lily,” she spoke to her fairies and they returned to her hairpins, albeit reluctantly.

Blowing the air back out again in a sigh, Orihime realised two things as she lay back down to sleep. First, she wasn’t afraid. She was in an environment she knew absolutely nothing about, not even knowing how she came to be there, but she was not afraid. Confused, yes, but not afraid.

The second was how inexplicably sad Draculquiorra looked with those thick tear-stains down his pale face, and she couldn’t help but wonder why.

Just a random Meme I liked...

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 12:08:29 GMT

I found this meme ages ago, and it really amused me so ... Now that I'm re-doing my journal, I wanted to do it again LOL

The rules!

If you want to do this one, do not read the questions.
Choose twelve of your favorite characters. (or they can just be any characters you want!)
They can be from any number of fandoms.
Once you have them written down and numbered, you can read on.

My chosen characters;
1. Sawako - Kimi Ni Todoke
2. Ulquiorra - Bleach
3. Chrono - Chrno Crusade
4. Sakura - Cardcaptor Sakura
5. Usui - Kaichou Wa Maid Sama!
6. Syaoran - Cardcaptor Sakura
7. Orihime - Bleach
8. Kazehaya - Kimi Ni Todoke
9. Kagome - Inuyasha
10. Tohru - Furuba
11. Shana - Shakugan no Shana
12. Inuyasha - Inuyasha

1. Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? Do you want to?
Syaoran/Shana ... Hmm. That would be interesting. I imagine lots of sword play in that fic >w<

2. Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
Chrono - Oh hells yes. He is quite attractive in both his "child" form and his "demon" form. He's so hot, ice-cream would melt simply by being near him XD

3. What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
If Inuyasha got Kazehaya? *snort-giggle* Well ... I'd be wondering when Kaze had a sex-change, and if the boys on his baseball team know?

4. Can you rec any fic(s) about Nine?
About Kagome? Nah. Can't say I can right now, I'm totally out of the Inuyasha fanfic-world atmo.

5. Would Two and Six make a good couple?
Ulquiorra and Syaoran? (Damn. I kew I should have put Orihime in six) ... Well, I don't know they'd make a "good" couple. They'd both be too cold with one another and any initial interest would fizzle out too quickly. They need their own personal-suns *coughOrihime and Sakura* to unfreeze their hearts ^w^

6. Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Why?
Usui/Kagome or Usui/Tohru? ... Hmm. I'm gonna go for UsuiKag, cause Kagome's personality is a little closer to Misaki-chan's, especially when compared to Tohru. Usui would probably get bored of teasing Tohru, lol.

7. What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?
If Orihime walked in on Ulquiorra and Inuyasha ... ... *takes a moment to ponder that* She'd nosebleed, and then Ulquiorra would forget all about the mutt and see to his woman's needs >3

8. Make up a summary for a Three/Ten fic.
Sakura/Tohru ...
Two girls with an inane amount of compassion are drawn to one another, both confused about their feelings towards certain boys at their school and draw comfort out of one another's presence.

... that was kinda lame, but I'm drawing a blank.

9. Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?
Sawako and Kazehaya? Oh, is there ever!!!!!!!!! Their entire relationship is fluffy!

10. Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic.
Orihime/Tohru: "Not as weak as they believe"

11. What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted Four to deflower One?
Chrono to deflower Sawako? *pervy grin* I would use a jealous Kazehaya, lots of alcohol, and dreams.

12. Does anyone on your friends list read Seven slash?
Orihime slash? Nah. At least, I don't think so. Is there even Orihime slash? Maybe with Rukia? O.o
Most people on my friends list are UlquiHimians XD

13. Does anyone on your friends list read Three het?
Sakura het ... More than likely. SyaoSaku is a canon pairing, three times over after all >w<

14. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven?
Shana? I don't think so. I'm not even sure if anybody knows about Shakugan no Shana ... Hmm.

15. Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five?
Ulquiorra/Chrono/Usui? ... Why is it all guys? >.> Nah. As I said, most people on my list are UlquiHimians, so they're not about to write about Ulquiorra with another guy, are they?
... Though, Ulquiorra and Chrono is an interesting concept, they're both bat-boys after all. Tee hee.

16. What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion?
"I left the oven on!" XDDD

17. If you wrote a song-fic about Eight, which song would you choose?
About Kazehaya ... Gosh, that's a hard one. Probably Story About a Girl? Because it captures the feeling between he and Sawako well.

18. If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warnings be?
Sawako/Syaoran/Inuyasha huh? "Lots of clueless-ness involved"

19. What might be a good pick-up line for Two to use on Ten?
Ulquiorra on Tohru ... "You remind me of my woman, perhaps you aren't as trashy as the rest of the trash here *hic*"

20. When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
Usui? Ah, I haven't. KwMS! is still a fairly new fandom as far as I know.

21. What is Six's super-secret kink?
Syaoran? He likes to be dominated, loves it when Sakura takes control >3

22. Would Eleven shag Nine? Drunk or sober?
Shana do Kagome? Well.... I can't see a "shag" eventuating out of that circumstance ... But a drunken-kiss perhaps, initiated by Kagome.

23. If Three and Seven get together, who tops?
Sakura and Orihime? Orihime would, Sakura would be a little too shy.

24. "One and Nine are in a happy relationship until Nine suddenly runs off with Four. One, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Eleven and a brief unhappy affair with Twelve, then follows the wise advice of Five and finds true love with Three." What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.

"Sawako and Kagome are in a happy relationship until Kagome suddenly runs off with Chrono. Sawako, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Shana and a brief unhappy affair with Inuyasha, then follows the wise advice of Usui and finds true love with Sakura."

... There certainly is a lot of slash going on here, isn't there?
Anyway, I'd call it "To find the cherry blossoms"
I'm not sure who would read it though ... Issues, perhaps, for the lulz? ... Outside of that, can't say, Lol. ... Er, who should write it? Uh ... ... Kazehaya. LAWL (Yes, i know he's not a "friend" of mine, but it'd be funny XDDDDD

~X~

Well, that was .... Interesting. There certainly was alot of slash going on in there, lol.
I challenge others to do it too! For the Lulz, go on!

Fanfiction: AkuRoku

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 11:20:55 GMT

Re-post!

AkuRoku fanfiction:

Title: Rebirth and second chances.
Chapter: 1/1
Summary: Several years have passed since the end of Kingdom

Hearts 2, so long in fact that everyone, including the nobodies,
have been reborn into a modernised galaxy of Kingdom Hearts.
Some retain memories of their past lives, while others do not.
Most, however, gradually regain their memories as they age.
Having been born into this world, two friends have been given
a second chance, a chance to meet once more. But will this
chance pass them up or can they rekindle flames that never had
the chance to burn before?

Warnings: Boy love, Possbile OOC … and one really random one
sided pairing. I think that’s all though ...

Spoilers: Snippets of the game, if you haven’t played it yet >.<

Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom hearts. If I did … There wouldn’t have
been mere hinting at this pairing … And a lot of other things wouldn’t
have happened.

XXX

A sixteen year old male tossed about in his bed, his normally spiked blonde hair matted against his forehead, sweat beads trickling their way across his brow.

For several weeks now, he had been haunted by dreams about an unnamed someone, someone who always appeared to be shrouded in a mist so thick he could barely see two feet in front of him, let alone the person whose presence he could feel. Still, something deep inside him knew he was meant to know this person, and the sense of familiarity that radiated off this persons presence simply enforced this feeling.

The dreams were always different; sometimes the familiar voice would be laughing with him, speaking in a tone that suggested they were exceptionally close, in what sense Roxas knew not. He did know, however, that for some unknown reason he didn’t want to let go of that soft and tender voice; a voice that at times caused goose bumps break out all over his body, and at others caused irrepressible shivers to run down his spine.

On other nights though, the voice was speaking to him in a way that suggested the person had suffered an intense pain and betrayal. Whenever he heard this harsher voice shouting at him in an anguish that only he seemed to be able to pick up on, he would always wake up covered in sweat and a find hollow feeling in his chest, tonight being no exception.

Roxas felt his body being thrown out from under him and fell heavily to the unusually soft floor beneath him, groaning slightly on impact.

“Do I ring any bells yet?!” the voice snarled at him, a chakram grazing past him as he forced himself to get back up, a peculiarly key-shaped weapon held tightly in his hand as he ran towards the hazy figure, not even understanding why it was they were fighting, only knowing that he felt as though this was the one person in the world he didn’t want to be fighting with.

“Roxas! Time to get up!” a voice noisily interrupted, and Roxas opened one cerulean eye to glare at his twin sister Naminé, who simply smiled at him. “Come on silly, time to get up!”

“I heard you the first time,” Roxas sighed, pulling his blanket up over his head. Why did he have to get up today anyway, it was a Sunday, he was supposed to sleep in on days like today!

“Roxas, if you don’t get up now you’re going to be late for your meeting with Olette and the others,” Naminé’s voice sang reproachfully.

In an instant, Roxas leapt up from his bed and was dashing for the shower. He’d completely forgotten today was the day they’d agreed to work on that independent study assignment! If they didn’t have it ready when they returned to school tomorrow Professor Larxene would have their heads for breakfast!

~X~

An hour later Roxas made his way downstairs, still pulling on his fingerbands, chequered wristband and shoes while Naminé sat there giggling at him as he struggled to do so.

“You know, if you don’t get that assignment done, you’ll get on the Professor’s bad side, and she’ll destroy you,” she said unhelpfully.

Roxas looked up sharply in the middle of trying to jam his foot into the remaining shoe, the words sounding familiar to him for some reason.

“You get on their bad side and they’ll destroy you!” a desperate voice resounded in his ears.

“No one would miss me,” Roxas said in an attempt to appear nonchalant as he walked away from the one person out of the group he actually cared about.

“That’s not true…” the man behind him began vehemently, trailing off as Roxas’ footsteps fell loudly on the pavement, echoing as he continued to walk away. “I would.” And though he heard them, heard the emotions soaking those two words, Roxas continued walking away without a second glance.

“Hello? Earth to Roxas?” Naminé sounded, her sketch pad in one hand, as she stood in front of him, waving a delicate hand over his eyes, a worried look in her own.

Roxas shook his head and finished pulling his shoe on, his mind echoing the interaction over and over as he said goodbye to Naminé and made his way to ‘the usual spot’.

Once he’d closed the door, Naminé sighed. “Hurry up and remember Roxas,” she muttered before returning to where she’d been resting, sketching idly.

~X~

“Roxas you’re late!” the voice of Olette snarled venomously as she pointed an accusing finger at him from where she was sprawled on the floor, poring over what appeared to be numerous sheets of paper.

“Sorry Olette,” Roxas said, rubbing the back of his neck in an apologetic gesture.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re almost finished anyway, right Olette?” Hayner spoke up from where he was sitting, sucking on what appeared to be a Sea-Salt ice-cream, one of Roxas’ personal favourite flavours.

Upon noticing how the blonde was eyeing the ice-cream, Hayner guarded his ice-cream as he held out another for Roxas, who took the treat with a simple ‘thanks’ before he moved over to sit down on his usual crates.

“What was the report on this time?”

“The pollution in the river in comparison to the past five years,” Olette supplied, with a shrug. While the report itself sounds like it would have taken a considerable amount of work, especially since they’d only been given the week to do it, in reality it was quite simple because Olette’s father was a biologist, something that came in handy a lot of the time when the four of them were doing Biology.

“Great, the Professor will love it … She’d love it more if there were sharp things involved,” Roxas said, the group cracking up at his last comment, a comment that was only amusing because it was true.

“Well actually … The amount of syringes and such found in the water have also increased, so it’s perfect for her,” Pence added, still laughing lightly before breaking into more hearty laughter with the rest of the group.

~X~

Another night, another dream, and again Roxas was tossing and turning in his bed, the bedsheets wrapping themselves around his body defiantly as if trying to hold him down.

Roxas jumped suddenly at the voice to his side. “Ax—” he said, almost cautiously and the dim red haired figure in front of him finally met his eyes.

“You really do remember me this time?” then, quite suddenly his calm voice changed to a bitter and pained tone, “I’m SO FLATTERED. But you’re too late!”

Quite suddenly a wall of flame burst up from behind him, the wall encircling him and the red haired individual, and Roxas regarded this person with a sense of regret as he summoned his keyblades.

Roxas awoke with a start, and sat up in his bed, attempting to catch his breath as he looked out the window to his side, the pale light of dawn making the rooftops glimmer with a dull red light.

“Who are you?” he asked no one in particular. Why was he dreaming of this unknown person night after night?

A few short minutes later, his alarm made its presence known throughout the room, and Roxas turned off hastily as he began to get ready for school. There was no point in even trying to get to the shower, Naminé purposely woke up before him so she could get the shower and she would then spend at least an hour in there.

~X~

“Roxas? You’re unusually quiet this morning,” Naminé pointed out, peering over at him in worry as they made their way to Twilight High School, where they would meet the rest of the gang.

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You called out half a name last night. So who’s was it?” Unseen by Roxas, Naminé’s mouth was curled into a shrewd smile. Even if Roxas didn’t know who’s name it was … She knew.

“Excuse me?” Roxas said dully, completely confused.

“Yeah, what was it again? Ax … Ax something,” Naminé pressed on, curious to see how her ‘brother’ would react.

“It’s nothing.” Roxas replied, his cheeks turning a pale pink. “Look, there’s Hayner, why don’t you go say hello?” Roxas said, smirking slightly. It was a known fact amongst the group that Hayner had a huge crush on Naminé, and strangely Roxas found didn’t mind, even though she was his sister and Hayner was his best friend.

“Morning guys!” Olette cried, waving her hand high in the air as they approached, Roxas smiling lightly at how Hayner’s cheeks turned a light pink as he stammered a hello to Naminé.

“Mornin’” Roxas said, trailing off slightly as he noticed someone with flaming jagged red hair in the teacher’s parking lot, but within the next moment, they had disappeared again. Roxas uncertainly held a hand to the left of his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath his fingers. What was this … this overwhelming feeling, and urge to find the person with the bright red hair?
“Ahm, I’ll see you guys later!” Roxas added, suddenly dashing off in the direction of the school building, Hayner’s confused shout of “Roxas?” barely heard.

Only pausing once he’d walked inside the doors of the campus, Roxas leant against the wall to the side of a staircase with his eyes closed. Without realising what he was doing, Roxas held his hand back against his chest, and wondered with confusion; why was his heart beating so damned fast?

Cracking his eyes open and breathing deeply in an attempt to calm his pounding heart, Roxas didn’t even notice the body that was walking up from around the corner as he stepped out of his hiding place, only to be sent sprawling to the floor instead.

“Oh shit!” he heard the person curse in a faintly familiar voice as they bent down beside him, “You alright …?” they said, trailing off as Roxas turned his head swiftly to glare at this person whoever they were, when his heart stopped for a moment.

Kneeling to his side was the person he’d seen a few moments ago with flaming red hair. This man also had curiously bright green eyes, and was peculiarly dressed in a black overcoat, black pants and knee high black boots with silver trimmings despite the fact that it was a warm summer’s day. All this barely registered in Roxas’ mind, however as he found himself eyeing the small triangular tattoos on the man’s cheek bones, the man looking down at him in shock, shock that was quickly replaced with amusement however.

“What’s-a matter? Cat got your tongue?” the man joked, smiling down at him in an almost fond fashion. That voice … Why was it so damn familiar?

“I’m fine,” Roxas snapped as he rose to his feet and dusted himself off before retrieving his bag from where it had been sent skittering along the floor, looking back at the man curiously. He was standing with one hip jutting out to one side, one hand resting against the other hip as he continued eyeing Roxas, an amused smirk still on his face.

“Watch yourself next time, got it memorized?” the red head said, grinning in a cat like manner as he said his favourite phrase, and before he knew what was happening, Roxas’ mouth was moving of it’s own accord.

“Axel,” he found his voice saying in a distant tone, and as he said the name Roxas felt his heart wrench with unimaginable pain.

“I’m sorry?” the man asked, looking at the blonde with confusion etched on his young face, confusion and something that almost looked like hope. For a second there he thought he’d heard the blonde mutter his name.

“Nothing, sorry,” Roxas responded quickly, his cheeks heating up slightly as he hurriedly made his way up the stairs, his heart still beating incredibly fast and the pain he’d felt moments ago still strong in his mind.

“Axel?” he repeated to himself, completely confused as he walked into the empty classroom. He didn’t even know anyone by the name of Axel, so why would he suddenly say the name?

~X~

Three lessons had gone by, and Roxas was feeling no better nor any more enlightened since his run in with the mysterious red-haired man. Sighing with frustration, Roxas entered his biology classroom, only to stop dead in the middle of the door way for a few seconds.

There, standing where his usual Professor usually stood, was the red-haired man that had spurred these confusing reactions. The man looked over and surveyed Roxas with what appeared to be a painful recognition, and as Roxas made his way to his seat, neither of the two broke eye contact, something unknown flickering beneath both cerulean and emerald eyes. Roxas’ clearly asking “Why do I feel like I know you?”, while something much deeper than simple recognition shimmered in the others eyes, and it appeared that this interaction did not go unnoticed by the class however as they all looked up at Roxas in bewilderment.

“Ahm, what was that?” Pence asked softly as Roxas sat down, to which he simply shrugged. How could he have given the boy a proper response when he didn’t know himself?

A few minutes later, the tattooed individual at the front of the room cleared his throat and the class quickly quietened, uncertain about this fill-in.

“Alright then, listen up. Larxene was called away on some urgent business and asked me to fill in for the day,” he began, and Roxas couldn’t help but notice that a few of the students breathed a sigh of relief, while others appeared hopeful that they’d get an easy lesson. “But don’t think that just cos she’s not here, you won’t have to do your work. She left me a list,” he said, picking up a piece of paper from the desk and brandished it with distaste, “of what you’re all meant to be doing and strict orders to make sure you actually do it. Now I don’t particularly want to be burnt to a crisp by her, and I’m sure no one else in this room want’s to face her wrath so, let’s just get this over and done with, huh?”

Already the class were visibly warming up to this man and his charismatic personality, to the point of where Roxas could faintly hear some of the girls behind them whispering about how cute this substitute was, to which Roxas found himself smiling sardonically, his fists unconsciously tightening as the red haired man began walking up and down the aisles, handing out worksheets as he went, having also given a sheet of paper, to the boy in the front row furthest to the right, that was to rotate about the room for the students to write their names on.

Once this sheet had cycled around the room, the man had collected it from the desk furthest to the left in the front row, glancing over the sheet and smiling as he looked up at them all, “Good to see no smart arse names on here. She’s got you trained well then, hmm?”

“Uhm, ‘scuse me sir?” a timid girl from the middle aisle asked, tentatively raising her hand, speaking once the red head had focused his attention on her, “S-sorry, but you didn’t tell us how to address you.”

“Oh, right. The name’s Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?” he said, flashing the same grin Roxas had seen earlier.

While a lot of the class seemed to whisper “how cool!” and “why can’t he be our teacher?”, Roxas felt the blood drain from his face and his eyes widen in shock as he took note of the name. This guys name was Axel? Axel … The same name that had suddenly formed itself on his tongue when he’d met him earlier?

“Well, what’re you waiting for?” Axel said, raising a delicate eyebrow as the class continued to stare at him, “Get going! That should last you all lesson you know,” and the class promptly began their worksheets, which turned out to be five pages long. Once they’d clearly begun on the worksheets, Axel looked over the instructions Larxene had left him with sigh, before scanning the list of names.

“Olette, Hayner, Pence and … Roxas,” Axel trailed off, saying the later name with a noticeable tenderness to his voice as he smiled lightly, almost painfully. “I’m meant to collect some assignment from you four?” he asked, looking up into the crowd, his eyes singling Roxas out as he gazed up at the blue eyed boy expectantly.

“Here, you take it,” Olette said, shoving the document on Roxas’ desk from behind, an action that broke him from his reverie. He’d been thinking about how … strangely natural it felt to hear his name roll off Axel’s tongue. He could feel such a familiar aura radiating off the red head, and yet Roxas knew he’d never met him before so why? Why did he seem so familiar?

Slowly walking down the steps, Roxas could feel numerous sets of eyes on him, all watching as he made his way to the desk that Axel was sitting at quite comfortably with his booted legs propped up on it, his lips pulled into a comfortable smirk.

“There’s the assignment,” Roxas found himself saying as he dropped the sheets of paper on Larxene’s desk, his throat felt as though it was constricting and his heart had once more quickened in pace. Why was it whenever he was near this man he’d only just met his heart would beat so rapidly, and his chest would feel as though there was a weight on it?

“Thanks … Roxas…” Roxas shifted uncomfortably as Axel looked him over once more, a strange depth to his eye, something that made Roxas’ face feel as though it was burning, and when Axel noticed this he couldn’t restrain a gentle laugh.

“Best go do that worksheet huh? Larxene would slaughter you if you didn’t finish it, right?”

Roxas nodded slowly, feeling as though he’d heard the sentiment before, coming from this very same person, possibly even about a similar thing. When he returned to his desk, the feeling of eyes boring into his back ever present, Pence looked over briefly before looking away again with a slightly confused expression, scribbled something down on a sheet of paper and slid it over to Roxas’s desk.

Roxas, it read, you realise you’re blushing right?

Roxas felt his face flush noticeably as his eyes widened slightly, looking over his shoulder at Hayner and Olette for confirmation, both of which only offered apologetic smiles that agreed with Pence. He was blushing? Why on earth would he be blushing? A million reasons ran through his mind, but he simply didn’t know.

What he did know, however, is that throughout the rest of the lesson, his heart was beating painfully hard against his chest and that familiar feeling of dread, regret and pain had returned, both of which intensified whenever Axel and his eyes would meet. In addition, his face had felt hot throughout the whole lesson, and this frustrated him more than anything. Why?! He kept asking himself, why would he react this way when meeting someone new? It made absolutely no sense!

Thankfully, Biology had been the last subject of the day, however and when the bell rang, everyone made haste to get out of the room. While Axel’s presence made a considerable, and noticeable, difference to the icy atmosphere that seemed to hang in the room, it was still an overwhelmingly ‘Larxene’ atmosphere.

Roxas, unlike the rest of the class, found himself lost in thought, staring out the window when the bell rang, and as such was still sitting there when the room had emptied save for himself and Axel.

“What are you waiting for? The next life?” Axel asked, suddenly leaning against the desk beside Roxas, snapping him out of his thoughts only to place a hand to his head as a painful shock suddenly shot to his temple.

“Let’s meet again in the next life,” Axel said, his bent body heaving with his laboured breathing.

“Yeah, I’ll be waiting,” Roxas replied a little sadly. Now that he finally remembered everything, he and Axel had to part ways? Fate was a harsh bitch.

The remark earnt a relieved and hopeful smile from the red head before he scoffed, “Silly. Just cos you have a next life,” and then he faded into darkness, leaving the blonde to face his demons alone.

Slowly, Roxas moved his hand from his temple to his cheeks instead, rather surprised to find the residue of tears. Then, almost reluctantly, he forced himself to look up at Axel, who was standing there looking completely bewildered with his eyebrow cocked, regarding Roxas with uncertainty, an uncertainty that morphed into worry as he noticed the tears on the blonde’s face.

“Axel,” Roxas said softly, pushing himself up from his chair before uncharacteristically throwing himself at Axel, locking his arms around the elder’s waist. “Axel, Axel, Axel,” he was repeating, as though it were a mantra, the tears still cascading down his cheeks as he buried his face in Axel’s chest.

Hesitantly, he felt Axel’s arms return the embrace, an action that only seemed to increase the flow of tears, and Roxas contented himself by tightening his arms around Axel’s form.

“You remember, huh?” the soft voice asked from above him.

Roxas mutely nodded, before saying, “I waited. I waited, Axel…” not caring how different he was acting compared to their past lives. In their past lives, Roxas reasoned, they didn’t have hearts, and now that they did, the emotions were overwhelming.

“I know,” and with that Axel placed his thumb under Roxas’s chin, forcing the blonde to look up at him, before he wiped away the tears fondly, a gentle smile on his face. “Thankyou.” How different this Axel seemed, being able to smile so easily and truly mean it, but he was Axel nonetheless.

Blushing at the smile, Roxas hid his face one more in Axel’s coat and realised he still had his arms wrapped around the red head’s waist, and vaguely contemplated removing them. But as he felt Axel tilting his chin up once more, he instinctively pressed up with his tip toes, bringing their lips together for a gentle kiss, a kiss held the promise of so much more.

“I guess ‘best friends’ was never the right term for you two then?” Naminé spoke from where she was standing in the doorway of the classroom, a knowing smile on her face as Roxas turned scarlet, while Axel rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“I guess not,” he said simply, taking Roxas firmly by the hand and leading him down the stairs. In that moment, Roxas was thanking whatever twist of fate allowed them this chance, allowed them the chance to finally be true to what their non-existent hearts had always wanted, allowed them to be something ‘more’.

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Where'd all the posts go?

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 11:39:54 GMT

So ... I felt that it was time to re-vamp my LJ, and get rid of the old (slightly immature) posts.

And here we are! First entry of a new~~ish~~ beginning! (On the 11th of November? What a strange date to start again, lol)

Now, this post itself doesn't hold much meaning outside of saying "I felt like I needed a change, and wanted to empty the bad vibes that was coming from those earlier posts" and let people know why I've suddenly got nothing here.

I will, eventually, re-post the fanfiction I had here, tag it all better (Now that I have more of an understanding what's going on with LJ), and will archive my new fanfics here too ^w^

I might even start to actually post the drabbles I write with my OC's ... But I'm not sure about that one yet, I'm kind of attached to my characters, lol.

... Okay, I mainly wanted the new start so I could get rid of the bad vibes I got from older entries, and so that I can post fanfics without it all being a mess XDD

And with that having been said, I'm officially signing off (For now)