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fractured_sun Sep. 29th, 2010 11:02 pm)
fractured_sun Sep. 29th, 2010 11:02 pm)So after weeks, oh Ok I'll be honest, months of writing nothing (or there abouts) suddenly words start appearing on the page. So I have a selection of short little ficlets (slightly longer than drabbles but definitely nowhere neareven short fic length).
The first two (PoT & HnG) are definitely slash, the third (another PoT) is probably slash, the fourth (highlander) is gen (and total crack), and the fifth (PoT) is gen (which could be interpreted as slash).
Golden Pair - Prince of Tennis
Sometimes Oishi Syuichiro wondered when the real world was going to come along and smash the dream he had been living in since he was 14. In the real world people didn’t spend the rest of their lives with the person they fell in love with in middle school. In the real world people date and break up with several people before they find ‘the one‘. Couples grow apart as they grow up and the person they loved as a teenager moves away and creates their own life, and even the closest couples have fallings out and misunderstandings. And yet the golden pair had grown together not apart intertwined as if when they synchronised to play Sishido and Ootori they never quite separated again, instead growing closer wrapped so tightly round one another so that one can not exist without the other. Even now, 30 years after that match sometimes when he wasn’t thinking he would find himself breathing in time with Eiji, moving in step with Eiji, matching perfectly again for a few seconds or a few minutes. Never does he feel more complete than at these times.
Hikaru/Akira - Hikaru no Go
It had been children playing in a tournament that had really sparked Hikaru’s interest in Go and Sai who had taught Hikaru how to play Go but it was Touya Akira who lit Hikaru’s obsession with the game. Go and Akira or maybe Akira and Go had been his driving force from the first time they played. Sai had played two games with Akira dominating the game and showing his mastery, it had been Akira though that Hikaru had sought to reach. Hikaru had always know that he could beat Akira if he let Sai play but he knew after those first two games that he would never be satisfied if he did not beat the boy himself. Driving himself forward and onwards Hikaru had worked his way up from an absolute beginner through the insei training and the pro exam, then the pain of losing Sai and Go only to rediscover both and return with a greater surety and a deeper understanding. Through all this finally playing Akira properly had been his motivation his drive and his obsession.
Go and Akira had become the centre of Hikaru’s life, everything else revolved around them, days were spent playing Go with Akira, arguing about Go with Akira or studying Go to beat Akira, nights were a mosaic of old kifus, new moves, flashes of Sai and of course Akira. Akira was so much the centre of Hikaru’s life that it seemed only natural that his desire should revolve around him too.
PoT - Momoshiro introspective
(The confusing mess that is potential PoT pairings)
Momoshiro Takeshi has never been able to work out who each of the three ’monsters’ of Seigaku were dating. To decide whether the thing between Tezuka Buchou and Echizen was a relationship or if the first year had been captured by that strange intensity of his interrupted game with Fuji Senpai, and then there was the way Tezuka and Fuji looked at each other. Not to mention Echizen fighting with Atobe and his unscheduled matches with Sanada. Though sometimes Takeshi thought that Sanada and his Captain were as married as Oishi and Eiji Senpai or Hyotei’s silver pair, besides then what was with Sanada and Atobe anyway? Or Atobe and Tezuka? He once heard someone speculate that all five of them were in a relationship where they spent all day playing insanely talented tennis and all night… well Takeshi didn’t like to speculate too much about that. Or maybe none of them were dating at all and would sometime each settle down with pretty and proper women who would make them perfect wives. Well all of them except Fuji senpai who Takeshi could never see doing anything quite so ordinary. When Takeshi plucked up the courage to ask, Fuji senpai had merely said “Saa?” with an enigmatic, (and maybe amused) smile. And Echizen had smirked, tugged on his cap and walked off with a “Mada Mada Dane Momo-Senpai”. One day Takeshi might dare to ask Tezuka-Buchou, if the laps don‘t kill him he might actually get a straight answer.
Highlander - gen (probably)
Scarily there's a whole long fic idea behind this totally insane ficlet, involving curses, Gods, the origin of immortals and inept break-ins. Some day I may even write it.
Joe stared suspiciously at the cat as it wound it’s way around Mac’s legs tripping him yet again. ‘That cat’ had made a point of tripping every poor unwary soul as they entered the bar but seemed to be taking particular enjoyment in tripping Macleod, who it hadn’t left alone since he had arrived. The only person in the bar the cat hadn’t tripped was Joe himself, the cat had carefully avoided stepping into Joe’s path as if somehow it knew he was less steady on his feet and wanted to avoid injuring him. It made up for it by knocking over the bottles in the bar and walking across Joe’s keyboard at the worst possible moments. There was something very strange about ‘that cat’ something very strange indeed. Joe shrugged as the cat settled itself happily into Mac’s lap digging it’s claws in at almost presciently unfortunate places, what else could he expect from a cat Methos had asked Joe to look after? Not that Methos had asked in person, the cat had just appeared one day along with a cryptic note in Methos’ best Adam Pierson handwriting asking Joe to feed and house the cat for the next three days, or as the note put it over this month’s full moon. Joe scowled at the animal as it looked up at him, and resolved to call it Methos, the name suited it.
Prince of Tennis -Yuuta
Sometimes Yuuta wonders if he is really a Fuji. Yuuta’s class rank is average, he has never had a moment of prescience in his life, and nobody starts stuttering or blushing when he smiles…. or runs away screaming when he stops. If he walks around with his eyes shut he bumps into things, and looks like an idiot, he certainly can’t play a tennis match like that. He doesn’t like wasabi sushi and would rather play Rikkai’s Kirihara Akaya without the aid of a racket than drink one of Inui san’s juices. He thinks cacti are ridiculous plants and he doesn’t spend years pretending just so other people underestimate him. He can not read minds or whatever it is his brother and sister do that allows them to know everything about everyone, and he doesn‘t psychologically torture his friends and relatives for his own amusement. Yuuta, is the normal one of the family he thinks with satisfaction even if he is the only person in the world who doesn’t get a migraine from looking at Mizuki’s purple and pink shirt.
So... um yes I know the quality and the sanity in each of these is rather mixed. That highlander one really wants me to write a full lengthed fic (with chapters) but it's... well *mutters and walks off*.
The first two (PoT & HnG) are definitely slash, the third (another PoT) is probably slash, the fourth (highlander) is gen (and total crack), and the fifth (PoT) is gen (which could be interpreted as slash).
Golden Pair - Prince of Tennis
Sometimes Oishi Syuichiro wondered when the real world was going to come along and smash the dream he had been living in since he was 14. In the real world people didn’t spend the rest of their lives with the person they fell in love with in middle school. In the real world people date and break up with several people before they find ‘the one‘. Couples grow apart as they grow up and the person they loved as a teenager moves away and creates their own life, and even the closest couples have fallings out and misunderstandings. And yet the golden pair had grown together not apart intertwined as if when they synchronised to play Sishido and Ootori they never quite separated again, instead growing closer wrapped so tightly round one another so that one can not exist without the other. Even now, 30 years after that match sometimes when he wasn’t thinking he would find himself breathing in time with Eiji, moving in step with Eiji, matching perfectly again for a few seconds or a few minutes. Never does he feel more complete than at these times.
Hikaru/Akira - Hikaru no Go
It had been children playing in a tournament that had really sparked Hikaru’s interest in Go and Sai who had taught Hikaru how to play Go but it was Touya Akira who lit Hikaru’s obsession with the game. Go and Akira or maybe Akira and Go had been his driving force from the first time they played. Sai had played two games with Akira dominating the game and showing his mastery, it had been Akira though that Hikaru had sought to reach. Hikaru had always know that he could beat Akira if he let Sai play but he knew after those first two games that he would never be satisfied if he did not beat the boy himself. Driving himself forward and onwards Hikaru had worked his way up from an absolute beginner through the insei training and the pro exam, then the pain of losing Sai and Go only to rediscover both and return with a greater surety and a deeper understanding. Through all this finally playing Akira properly had been his motivation his drive and his obsession.
Go and Akira had become the centre of Hikaru’s life, everything else revolved around them, days were spent playing Go with Akira, arguing about Go with Akira or studying Go to beat Akira, nights were a mosaic of old kifus, new moves, flashes of Sai and of course Akira. Akira was so much the centre of Hikaru’s life that it seemed only natural that his desire should revolve around him too.
PoT - Momoshiro introspective
(The confusing mess that is potential PoT pairings)
Momoshiro Takeshi has never been able to work out who each of the three ’monsters’ of Seigaku were dating. To decide whether the thing between Tezuka Buchou and Echizen was a relationship or if the first year had been captured by that strange intensity of his interrupted game with Fuji Senpai, and then there was the way Tezuka and Fuji looked at each other. Not to mention Echizen fighting with Atobe and his unscheduled matches with Sanada. Though sometimes Takeshi thought that Sanada and his Captain were as married as Oishi and Eiji Senpai or Hyotei’s silver pair, besides then what was with Sanada and Atobe anyway? Or Atobe and Tezuka? He once heard someone speculate that all five of them were in a relationship where they spent all day playing insanely talented tennis and all night… well Takeshi didn’t like to speculate too much about that. Or maybe none of them were dating at all and would sometime each settle down with pretty and proper women who would make them perfect wives. Well all of them except Fuji senpai who Takeshi could never see doing anything quite so ordinary. When Takeshi plucked up the courage to ask, Fuji senpai had merely said “Saa?” with an enigmatic, (and maybe amused) smile. And Echizen had smirked, tugged on his cap and walked off with a “Mada Mada Dane Momo-Senpai”. One day Takeshi might dare to ask Tezuka-Buchou, if the laps don‘t kill him he might actually get a straight answer.
Highlander - gen (probably)
Scarily there's a whole long fic idea behind this totally insane ficlet, involving curses, Gods, the origin of immortals and inept break-ins. Some day I may even write it.
Joe stared suspiciously at the cat as it wound it’s way around Mac’s legs tripping him yet again. ‘That cat’ had made a point of tripping every poor unwary soul as they entered the bar but seemed to be taking particular enjoyment in tripping Macleod, who it hadn’t left alone since he had arrived. The only person in the bar the cat hadn’t tripped was Joe himself, the cat had carefully avoided stepping into Joe’s path as if somehow it knew he was less steady on his feet and wanted to avoid injuring him. It made up for it by knocking over the bottles in the bar and walking across Joe’s keyboard at the worst possible moments. There was something very strange about ‘that cat’ something very strange indeed. Joe shrugged as the cat settled itself happily into Mac’s lap digging it’s claws in at almost presciently unfortunate places, what else could he expect from a cat Methos had asked Joe to look after? Not that Methos had asked in person, the cat had just appeared one day along with a cryptic note in Methos’ best Adam Pierson handwriting asking Joe to feed and house the cat for the next three days, or as the note put it over this month’s full moon. Joe scowled at the animal as it looked up at him, and resolved to call it Methos, the name suited it.
Prince of Tennis -Yuuta
Sometimes Yuuta wonders if he is really a Fuji. Yuuta’s class rank is average, he has never had a moment of prescience in his life, and nobody starts stuttering or blushing when he smiles…. or runs away screaming when he stops. If he walks around with his eyes shut he bumps into things, and looks like an idiot, he certainly can’t play a tennis match like that. He doesn’t like wasabi sushi and would rather play Rikkai’s Kirihara Akaya without the aid of a racket than drink one of Inui san’s juices. He thinks cacti are ridiculous plants and he doesn’t spend years pretending just so other people underestimate him. He can not read minds or whatever it is his brother and sister do that allows them to know everything about everyone, and he doesn‘t psychologically torture his friends and relatives for his own amusement. Yuuta, is the normal one of the family he thinks with satisfaction even if he is the only person in the world who doesn’t get a migraine from looking at Mizuki’s purple and pink shirt.
So... um yes I know the quality and the sanity in each of these is rather mixed. That highlander one really wants me to write a full lengthed fic (with chapters) but it's... well *mutters and walks off*.
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Methos has always seemed half cat to me :0)