11 Reasons

11 Reasons Dante and Randal manage to get along. CLERKS

2008-07-07T22:58:11Z

[11 REASONS GENERAL THEME] 11 Reasons Dante and Randal manage to get along
[CHARACTER/S/PAIRINGS] Dante/Randal, Elias/Randal
[TITLE] Reason Number Six: They're Not Normal
[RATING] NC-17
[WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS] Slash. Also I don’t own these boys, they belong to Kevin Smith.

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Reason Number Six

11 Reasons People Can't Dismiss Riku and Cloud [Kingdom Hearts]

2008-06-18T00:11:53Z

[11 REASONS GENERAL THEME] Eleven Reasons People Can’t Dismiss Riku and Cloud
[PAIRING] Cloud Strife/Riku
[TITLE] Perspective (Chapter Five: Zack)
[THEME] #49 Smile
[RATING] R
[DISCLAIMERS] I wish, okay? It’s all lies. I don’t own Kingdom Hearts, I don’t know anyone who owns Kingdom Hearts, and I am not affiliated with anyone who is affiliated with anyone who owns Kingdom Hearts. I think that about covers it.

Author’s Note: I took great liberties with Zack and the pre-FFVII events here, but as I’m fusing so many storylines that just don’t agree with each other (and all I can do is imagine what might have happened had it gone 'this way' instead), we’ll just call it severe crossover AU, okay?

(It probably helps I don’t have the money (or PSP) to play Crisis Core, huh?)

Chapter Five: Zack

You see a lot more than people think when you’re dead. Or at least I do, floating around in the Lifestream and whatnot. Whether it’s the same on other worlds, I don’t know, but on Gaea (where the planet has a Life-force of its own) being dead isn’t really so much as being gone as it is playing voyeur to the living. Sometimes it’s annoying, watching people do stupid things you can’t rectify or warn against. Sometimes it’s just nice, seeing how happy simple things can make a person. Restores hope to my dwindling faith in the human race.

I wasn’t always this cynical, but I’ve noticed that being dead tends to do this to a person. Everyone goes through a similar process. First you register you’re actually dead. This is followed by a lot of grief and regret for all the things you didn’t do when you were alive or in regards to loved ones left behind. Then a brief time of peace and acceptance follows accompanied by a fixation with watching over the living. For me, that came with a sense of purpose, as if I were some kind of guardian angel, until I realized that I couldn’t really change anything, and when I did yell at people, they never listened. That’s when the cynicism arrives, and if there’s anything past that I don’t know about it yet because I’m still not there. Whoever said there was peace in death knew nothing about afterlife in the Lifestream. The only upside in death is you have very little shit of your own to deal with. This was the kind of place only Aerith could love.

And speaking of Aerith, did I mention I curse this stupid planet and the Shinra company everyday for luring me here? It’s bad enough that all I have to do for the rest of eternity is welcome the new dead and watch the living, but I can’t even check in on the people I love the most because all those fuckers have run home to Radiant Garden. Except for Tifa. And while Tifa’s great, there’s only so much canoodling between her and Reno that I can take. That moron may think he’s a badass, but I think he’d die of shame if the living knew the kinds of things he says when those two are alone. Part of me can’t wait until he dies. It’ll be entertaining to mock him mercilessly for the rest of eternity.

There has been some peace in my death, however, despite all my griping. As I said before, sometimes it can be nice. Sure, there’s depressing times, but despite them there are the good moments—the things that make it all come together and I finally understand the generous, beautiful side of humanity. Take Cloud Strife, for example.

Cloud’s been driving me crazy since we were kids. We grew up in the same orphanage, and being about the same age we were roomed together at the age of seven. We became fast friends if only because I love to hear myself talk and Cloud speaks so rarely he makes a great listener. Though I had a lot of friends, Cloud was probably the one I was closest to. He could be a moody little bastard even as a child, but I figured I was exuberant enough for the both of us. I probably just exhausted him.

I always knew Cloud looked up to me. When he did speak, it was often about how jealous he felt at times. At how it was depressing to only have one friend. About how he wished he could be more like me. Cloud rarely did anything without my approval first. He trailed after but rarely socialized and isolated him even more from the rest of our group. He rarely smiled. When the other kids didn’t like him, the desperation to fit in turned to anger. Cloud would go off about how he didn’t need any of them—how he didn’t need to change who he was for their acceptance, and if they didn’t like him the way he was, it was their loss. It would have been a good thing if he’d actually meant it. Things only got worse when Squall was stuck in our room a few years later. In his bright-eyed innocence, Cloud was so cool to him—a sort of rebel who didn’t need friends because he was just that great that friends could only drag him down. I think Cloud took the constant compliments as mocking. Squall’s adoration only reminded him of his shortcomings and he grew more desperate to stand out. Grew desperate to prove the things he said and make them real. He wanted those that shunned him to feel that they had missed out in doing so. He never believed me when I told him they already were.

Though somewhere Squall probably knows and is cursing my name as I speak—keen as he always was—I can’t help but blame him a little for the Sephiroth fiasco. I know it’s wrong, and it know he really isn’t at any fault, but the way he looked up to Cloud so much really put a dent in his ego. The normal, well-adjusted person (like me) finds adoration to be a bit of an ego trip if not annoying. Cloud only fixated on how wrong Squall was and became determined to prove himself worthy of such compliments. When it came down to it, I believe without a doubt that it was not a need to show off to Tifa (whom he desperately liked) or to make the people who didn’t like him change their minds, but it was Squall that sparked his decision to come along to Gaea without a second thought.

When the Heartless first invaded there was a great sense of panic over Hollow Bastion. Even I was scared, unsure of what was going to happen to me and the people I loved. The Heartless were strange. We’d never seen anything like them before and couldn’t begin to understand them. Squall, young as he was, was desperate for comfort. His entire world had suddenly become frightening and unstable. As attached to Cloud as he was, however, he wanted no support from me. It was Cloud he woke in the middle of the night, visibly shaken from nightmares. It was Cloud on that first day when the sky grew dark that he hid behind. Cloud, however, would always be Cloud—insecure and unsure of himself despite his best instincts. Sure, he let Squall climb into bed and offered the protective arm, but he was clearly uncomfortable. He looked to me for cues on what to do and say. In reality I was taking care of them both, offering advice and support.

I didn’t hesitate to sign up with the Turks when they first arrived in Hollow Bastion. Our world needed all the help it could get and I wasn’t opposed to making allies. We needed resources, manpower, and education if we were to save ourselves from the invasion of our home. If the only price to pay was assistance with their own problems, I could volunteer my services. I was young and able—old enough to be taken on and join the cause. I should have felt shamed to stay behind.

Cloud was a different story. He was always smart—good at bookwork, but when the time for actual application came into play, he tended to fall short. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the work ethic. Cloud worked harder at things than I’ve seen most people do in my life. He had the drive, but little natural talent. I try to dissuade him from joining up. I feared his low confidence would make matters worse and that when push came to shove, he would fall, too wrapped up in his insecurities. I told him he needed to stay for Squall. That he was too young to come with and couldn’t be left alone. That he needed Cloud to stay with him. Cloud refused—wouldn’t even hear me out, determined to prove something himself worthy of something. I felt like a real asshole when all I could think he would prove himself to be exactly what I expected.

It was a rocky start. I watched as he struggled. He was slower than the other recruits. He took harder and more frequent beatings. His body failed to keep up with the others no matter how far ahead his mind was. He lost focus frequently, becoming easily frustrated and irate. It was with shame that I left him behind, placed into SOLDIER, while he was made a simple guard, lowest of the low. It was with even more shame that I felt unsurprised.

Now don’t get me wrong. I cared for Cloud like a brother, but I’m human, right? Sometimes you need to call a spade a spade and be done with it. So I guess I did become frustrated with him. He didn’t have it, was never going to have it, and I wanted him to just get his shit together and accept that. His constant self-degradation was starting to get on my nerves. I spent less time with him, and when we were together I put on my best face and tried not to let the annoyance show.

I know now I was too wrapped up in myself. I turned a blind eye to the suffering he was really going through. As much as he was trying to prove himself to Tifa, the other kids in Hollow Bastion, me, and Squall, most of all he was trying to prove himself to himself. He wanted to do something—really do something—extraordinary. He wanted it more than anything. He wanted it so much I didn’t see how real the depression he slipped into was. I didn’t see how the darkness started to eat away at his heart and festered there with jealousy and all his inferiority complexes. I didn’t see it until it was too late.

He was in SOLDIER by the time I noticed that somewhere along the way he’d become more withdrawn than ever. He wasn’t just determined to make something of himself anymore—he was obsessed. A thirst for power and a craving for notoriety had stripped him of good judgment. He spoke with arrogance; he never smiled. The nice kid I knew from Hollow Bastion had turned into one mean son of a bitch.

To be honest it was Cloud and not Sephiroth I was worried about when we embarked on that mission to Nibelheim. Naturally, some of the old Cloud was still there. He was sick almost the whole way there. The awe he felt at going on a mission with the great Sephiroth was almost tangible. It wasn’t until Sephiroth holed himself up in the Shinra Manor basement for days, looking more crazed every time I’d check in on him, that I shifted my focus and anxieties. Despite it all, though, I never expected to walk outside to find the entire town on fire.

Let it be known that when Sephiroth decides to make a statement, he doesn’t fuck around. And as if his new penchant for arson wasn’t bad enough, I had to try to stop him from running off with Jenova’s head only to get a sword stuck through me and my head bashed in.

Things went pretty downhill from that point on. It was only later as I drifted in and out of consciousness in that stupid pod Hojo stuck me in that I learned what followed. I remembered—albeit vaguely—Cloud arriving to the scene. I remember actually worrying that he was there to assist Sephiroth—that the darkness had gotten to them both. Instead I learned Cloud had finally risen to the occasion and got run through with Masamune in the process. I figured he had died. Hojo never spoke of the outcome and I couldn’t even open my eyes to see his continued presence in the pod right next to me.

I don’t know how long we were in there. Years, probably. It took a long time for me to gain any sort of mobility. When I finally could assess my surroundings, I was astonished to find Cloud alive. More than astonished, I was proud to see him alive. Darkness, annoyance, and the way I had allowed us to grow apart vanished and were replaced with a need to make things up to him. I had been a shitty friend of little faith even if Cloud didn’t know it, and I vowed I would get us out of there if it killed me.

Funny how vows like that work. I will admit I didn’t think it would actually kill me, but I digress...

I did a good job of faking mako poisoning. I don’t think Hojo ever knew that I was awake, clear-thinking, and formulating a way to get us both out of there for weeks until he came in one day to find us gone. Cloud was bad off—infused with so much mako I was sure he wouldn’t make it, but that didn’t stop me from talking to him as if he were coherent and promising that things would be all right. We made it half-way across the planet before we were caught. It was hell, fighting Shinra guards off and running from Turks with Cloud in the state he was, but I never abandoned him. The guilt was too strong. I felt such a sense of failure toward my friend as if I had betrayed him without realizing it, and only now were my eyes opened.

They weren’t opened long. I can’t remember what it felt like to die, but I know I felt no fear. I remember the rain. I remember Cloud hovering over me, howling in tears as if he were the one riddled with bullet holes. I remember thinking that I had failed and giving Cloud my beloved sword.

Then I was here in this bright, foggy place called the Lifestream that wasn’t anything like what I had expected up close and personal with little to do but watch the living, and boy did I watch. I watched Cloud with a need for peace of mind everyday. I watched as he reunited with Tifa. I watched as he muddled through his memories, met Yuffie with no collection of their shared childhood, and fought alongside AVALANCHE. I watched as he defeated Sephiroth over and over again only to sit and wait for another one to spawn because that darkness I couldn’t help him shake—the darkness I failed to notice him falling prey to—was still there and though he tried to fight it, his insecurities were back and he was helpless to the predator.

One day he just disappeared. Gone from Gaea, and that was when I learned the extent of my people watching was limited to those on the planet. I resorted to discovering the happy moments shared between strangers. Sometimes I watched over Tifa. Though I had never met most of them face to face, I grew fond of the people who had fought alongside Cloud against Sephiroth. And what felt like years later though the true passage of time is really impossible to tell up here where I am, I felt his presence again.

I didn’t know what to be more shocked by: his pretty, bishie boyfriend or the fact said pretty, bishie boyfriend made him smile so damn much. After all, I never had any inkling that Cloud might be gay, but I had even less of an idea that he might actually be able to turn the corners of his lips upward. To continue the shock he was with Squall (which took me a while to distinguish as everyone kept calling him Leon) and Sephiroth was defeated.

There’s a lot of things that make my existence (if you can even call it that) here in the Lifestream pretty damn annoying. I suppose, however, that you can say I’m content. Cloud still drops in on Gaea once in a while with Riku and every single time he’s wearing a smile that I didn’t believe could exist. It’s easy to see the gentle, selfless love they bestow upon one another. It’s one of those nice things. I often think I would have liked Riku had I still been alive to see their relationship first hand and it brings a small sense of loneliness and regret, but at least I can at last feel at peace. It’s always nice to restore some hope and faith in humanity.

Chapter Four
Chapter Three
Chapter Two
Chapter One

11 Reasons Why Zidane and Kuja are More Then Just Brothers by Blood {FF9}

2008-05-02T20:37:33Z

Title: Understanding Taste
Theme: 28 Food
Characters: Kuja and Zidane Tribal
Rating: G
Warning: No Warning

Zidane leaned over his frowning brother with something of a smile, though it was itching to become a smirk. Kuja merely looked up at him with an injured dignity and a slightly downplayed sneered. One could almost say that Kuja was pouting at the younger brother whose tail swung jovial behind him. Zidane snorted into his hand and patted Kuja’s shoulder with his other hand.

“It is okay, Kuja, I’m sure the chef’s meant no offense.” Zidane murmured trying to stifle his snicker. Kuja sighed at his brother, while prodding the strange dish that bubbled and frothed in front of him. Sighing disgustedly he pushed it away and turned to his brother with a half-grimace.

“What is this strange dish in front of me?” Kuja inquired looking down at the mass.

“Well, from the archives of that one temple said this was a premium dish on our home planet.” Zidane answered looking a little green at said dish.

“Yes, but we were practically raised on vitamins and nutrient bars.” Kuja explained while moving the dish further away.

“Okay, but what about all these years on earth, surely you must have found something to suit your taste.” Zidane prodded and was rewarded by a clear and curious gaze. “Whatever that is, we will have the chef deliver, bake, or cook several of that for an apology.” Zidane added, Kuja nodded and thought back to everything he had consumed over the course of his life and turned to Zidane with a wiry grin.

“Well, while being a mass-murdering genome had taken me many places, I wasn’t exactly welcome in a lot of places.” Kuja remarked off-handedly.

“Ara, Kuja, I have a plan.” Zidane returned and scuttled back into the kitchen. There were a few silent minutes before Zidane came back out with a familiar and trouble making grin. “The chef has agreed to bring out small samples of every dish they can think of until we find something that suits you well.” Zidane spoke, and Kuja nodded. Zidane chuckled before allowing the chef to come in with a large reddish-orange spheres covered dish.

“What is this, it smells repulsive, and looks unappetizing.” Kuja huffed and Zidane snorted once more.

“Well, you’re more a high-born than I am, so I figured, a brand of Tobiko or Caviar will suit you fine.” Zidane answered with laughter in his voice. Kuja blinked pushed at the dish before begrudgingly taking a small bite. His face turned a multitude of colors before he regain his pale tone and delicately dabbed at his mouth. Without changing his expression, he turned slightly to his blond-headed brother, and with deft hands upended the dish onto Zidane’s head. Suffice it to say the small nobility inside Kuja was not hooked onto him fully. Turning back around, he ignored his now fuming brother and nodded to the chef to bring him something else.

This taste-testing went on for a few hours with Zidane helping himself as well when a few of his favorite dishes came out. He definitely enjoyed the rich chocolate pudding especially went it went so well with Kuja’s milky flesh. His revenged had, he rubbed more of it into Kuja’s silver locks before sighing and slumping into the seat beside the slightly tuckered male.

“Have you found anything to your likening yet?” Zidane whined bored and stuffed from all the millions of dishes that had paraded through the room.

“Well, there were a few things that caught my fancy but nothing I would demand to eat.” Kuja responded and Zidane pounded his head onto the table. Whimpering he laid his head on his side and squeezed his eyes into a smile when he saw Garnet standing there.

“Hi Dagger!” Zidane greeted loudly before groaning and holding his stomach. Kuja inclined his head to the young queen that had allowed his stay in hello.

“I see that it has been you who have been making my chef’s work so hard.” She greeted while nibbling on a common treat.

“My apologies, I did not mean to cause an incident.” Kuja spoke and Garnet giggled.

“It is not a big deal; my chefs are hardly complaining in fact they enjoy this.” Garnet answered while plopping down elegantly beside Zidane and picking at one of the dishes pushed to the side. Sighing she ignored the dish and settled for listening to Zidane ramble on about Kuja’s lack of taste. Said male watched curiously as Garnet kept nibbling on something before blinking in curiosity.

“What is that your majesty?” Kuja inquired while pointing to her snack.

“Oh this, here why don’t you try some Kuja?” Garnet spoke while handing over a piece. It was quiet for the few moments that Kuja took to fully taste the treat before turning with a wide grin that resembles his brother in all its eeriness.

“Let me have it, I want more!” Kuja demanded with that frighteningly evil chuckle everyone thought he had left behind. “This, this is my favorite, and I must have more.” He shouted while pointing to what Garnet had grasped in her fingers. The chefs hurried to complied and Zidane blinked while looking at his loved one.

“What exactly are you eating Garnet?” Zidane asked, slightly unnerved as Kuja continued to chuckle and demand.

“Only pocky.” Garnet answered and looked over to the silver-haired genome. “I think I’ve created a monster.” She murmured into her hands. Zidane sighed and slammed his head once more on the table with a groan.

“That is not a meal…” He whined, but was unheard over the now unhealthy shouts for pocky.

[11 Reasons Dante and Randal Manage to get along] [Clerks]

2008-03-12T21:57:46Z

Characters/Pairings: Dante/Randal
Title: Reason Number Five: Neither of Them are Logical Beings
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1700
AN: Takes place a little while before Clerks I. Written for 11_reasons. Prompt #68: and you wonder where we're going, where's the rhyme and where's the reason.
Warnings/Disclaimers: Slash. Also I don’t own these boys, they belong to Kevin Smith.

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They've never really known what they were doing.

11 Reasons House And Chase Are Together, House M.D.

2008-03-01T08:14:15Z

11 Reasons House And Chase Are Together

Title: Reason Eleven: They’re both only child’s they get each other (11/11)

Theme: #21 rage/anger

Paring: Gregory House/Robert Chase

Rating: NC-17 (overall) this chapterNC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine

Warnings: Slight spoilers for season one. Umm a little rough sex but there is no non-con

Story Summary: There are many reasons why House and Chase are together, but for them only eleven matter.

Chapter Summary: They get each other.

House had a plan and in his head it was a nicely laid out path on how to get Chase out of his life without having to actually do much himself.

11 Reasons Why Zidane and Kuja are More Then Just Brothers by Blood {FF9}

2008-02-04T01:30:56Z

Title: Fears
Theme: 15 Anxiety/ Apprehension
Characters: Kuja and Zidane Tribal
Rating: G
Warning: No Warning

Zidane is perplexed in his own anxieties, and how numerous they are in such peaceful times. His heart beats out a tattoo always worried, that this peace, as fragile as it is, will crumble before his very eyes sucking in his precious people. He always feels like his is standing at the very top of the mountain with little balance and losing more grip as the minutes pass. Zidane considers himself foolish; he has fought and defended himself against numerous monsters and enemies with out a lick of concern.

He had fears then, but he always fearlessly plunged forward, paving his way. Restlessly and restlessly searching for his past and the tie to the blue light he remembers as his only memory. Why is it that with the world at peace, that his devil-may-care attitude has been tamed and tampered with because of having friends and family? His anxious fears grab at him with knowing that a single germ could fell his support and he would have to watch them die without a single thing to be done. All his fears and anxieties revolve around his precious people and their safety, but he wouldn’t yield them for nothing.

Kuja is different, but this has been noted before, he knows exactly what his fears are and where they spring from. He fears himself and his great perchance for power without limits, he fears the lust that hides deep inside threatening, always threatening. Kuja acknowledges this, but it wears away under selfish pressure when he thinks, he knows he could easily slip. Power was like a drug to him, a powerful, heady drug, and he was helplessly addicted driven by a merciless man and his own insecurities. So he fears himself and the things he could do as he once did.

The other anxiety that makes him apprehensive is a secret fear, but the one closest to his heart. This is the feeling of ever waiting loneliness; he has felt this before, willing and unwilling from his isolations. He didn’t have to face this fear or acknowledge it when he was alone; he only had to contend with the possibility of dying, be it alone. Now, though, he has the strange friendships with those he once tried to rend apart, and a family that warms his cool core, it frightens him. Kuja knows they could easily tear him to pieces if they decide he is not worth their admiration and love, they are too close, to near his vulnerable heart. However, what makes him sleep less at night is the possibility that they would leave him, and that encroaching loneliness would descend upon him like a vicious vulture. He fears to trust, apprehensive to let go of all walls and reservations and actually believe that won’t leave him to the wayside.

These fears, they entwine the brothers and drive them closer and further apart at the same time. In the end they fear the same thing under a different name, they fear loss, of comfort, of trust, of Love.

11 Reasons Isshin and Ichigo Sleep Together (Bleach)

2008-01-20T20:04:09Z

Title: All Around Me
Pairing: Isshin/Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest
Beta: evergrnterrace
A/N: Shirosaki's POV

So Much Better

[Eleven Reasons why Hermione Granger loved a different Weasley.] [Harry Potter]

2008-01-03T02:37:24Z

11 REASONS GENERAL THEME Eleven Reasons why Hermione Granger loved a different Weasley.
CHARACTER/S/PAIRINGS Fred Weasley/Hermione Granger
TITLE Days Like These
RATING PG
WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS Spoilers for Deathly Hallows, Character Death. And it's not mine, all JK Rowlings.
PREVIOUS: Part One; Part Two

Part Three

[Eleven Reasons why Hermione Granger loved a different Weasley.] [Harry Potter]

2008-01-02T04:41:58Z

[Eleven Reasons why Hermione Granger loved a different Weasley.] [Harry Potter]

2008-01-01T07:03:02Z

[11 REASONS GENERAL THEME] Eleven Reasons why Hermione Granger loved a different Weasley.
[CHARACTER/S/PAIRINGS] Fred Weasley/Hermione Granger
[TITLE] Days Like These
[RATING] PG
[WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS] Spoilers for Deathly Hallows, Character Death. And it's not mine, all JK Rowlings.

One.

11 Reasons He had Lied to Himself - Doctor Who

2007-12-19T22:32:49Z

[11 REASONS GENERAL THEME] 11 Reasons He had Lied to Himself
[CHARACTER/S/PAIRINGS] Doctor x Rose
[TITLE] She Laughed, and He Remembered Joy
[RATING] T / PG-13 (General rating.)
[WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS] "Doctor Who" and all respective properties are © the BBC. Megan D. (Wish Wielder) does not, has never, nor will ever own "Doctor Who".

Chapter Six: She Laughed, and He Remembered Joy

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four - Pt. 1, Pt. 2 | Chapter Five

11 Reasons Why Zidane and Kuja are More Then Just Brothers by Blood {FF9}

2007-12-05T01:48:08Z

Title: Forms of Passion
Theme: 19 Passionate
Characters: Kuja and Zidane Tribal
Rating: G
Warning: No Warning

Forms of Passion

Hate, anger, love, desire and many more, these are all the passions that swallow the brothers daily. Zidane hates when he cannot protect his family and friends, it makes him impassioned with a need to keep them safe. It angers Zidane when he fails, for he sees what his weakness causes, pain and death. Zidane desires peace for it is his greatest wish, to lay his arms down forever. While he loves his family and friends with an intense passion, he would sacrifice all he has for them.

Kuja hates when he is reminded of everything he did to cause his brother pain. It angers him that he allowed such a man as Garland to manipulate him. Kuja desires to forget and to never do what he has done before, a chance for redemption. He loves his games and memories with his brother, it shows him he is aloud to keep living even if he does not deserve it.

Their family is a passionate one, they speak with great earnest on the things they believe. Zidane sharpens his blades with his wit which is often excitable to protect all he cares for. Kuja thinks emotionally, rationalizing by the stems of infliction that make him bite his lip and fist his hands. Those that do not know them says Zidane is a fool and Kuja is apathetic. This is true to some point, but only in the eyes of others.

Zidane fights for others, for those close to his heart and those that cannot defend themselves. He sees himself idealistically as a hero to those he associates with, his friends support this notion for he has a hero’s heart. Zidane is quick to pick up his blades at any injustice, he feels that there should be justice for all, no matter who they are. He fights for children, and those cast to the gutter. Zidane is passionate about this and does not give an inch when it comes to what he fights for, people and peace.

He speaks loud and clear, his voice carries over the din and silences it. Zidane talks quick, his ideas a rush flooded with emotion. He is the epitome of vibrant and vivacious, for his words convey all that he is and could be. Zidane does not mince words, he speaks his mind, even if it causes him trouble.

Zidane loves completely, with all that he is, and all that he could be in the future. He gives himself over for a friend, and sacrifices himself for family. Zidane is quick to support those who ask it of him, he does not stop to think. He may be a fighter, but his heart is that of a lover, loyal and true.

Kuja fights his past and the idea that he once was, and does not want to be again. He fights against the shades that overhang his bright future that could shadow him and his family. The darkness threatens to consume him, but he does not allow it, not anymore. Kuja fights for himself, but not selfishly, because if he does not then the darkness would descend, so he struggles feverishly so it may disperse. In that aspect it is clear that he fights for others as well.

He speaks softly and coldly, his passion hidden behind frosted emotion. For Kuja is afraid that if he speaks loud and passionately that those he harmed will turned on him or confuse him with his brother. Kuja knows that words hold a dreadful power, especially for a mage, he has seen the power that words carry. So he speaks gently and cautiously as not to harm or invoke that which he cannot stand against.

Kuja loves cautiously and calmly, his passion simmering just below the surface. He does not push or tread where he shouldn’t, though he loves wholly as well. When he is committed then he is committed, there is no middle road for him, he is selfish that way. Kuja loves when he sees his brother happy, it means he made the right choice to fall before his brother. He is gentle in his way, unassuming with a bruised heart of his own volition. Kuja loves because he must, it is the only thing that he can offer that is not tainted by his past.

They both can be hot-headed when it comes to things they care about, even if they show it different ways. Beliefs they now carry that has the zealous streak written in them, neither Zidane nor Kuja deny this. Though while Zidane prefers the passionate happiness he swamps himself in, Kuja loses himself in passionate grief, so silent and so complete.

11 Reasons Why Zidane and Kuja are More Then Just Brothers by Blood {FF9}

2007-12-04T03:14:48Z

Title: Pale and Flawless
Theme: 5 Skin
Characters: Kuja and Zidane Tribal
Rating: G
Warning: No Warning

Pale and Flawless

While Zidane is pale though hints sometimes at a tan, he tends to stay near the flesh tone. His skin is littered with tiny scars from training, and roughing housing with the boss and the gang. A large scar chases his back from shoulder to shoulder baring witness to the tragedies he has suffered under the hands of a mighty enemy. He has the skin of a warrior, his tale told in the little creases and crevices that span his body. Zidane does not mind them, he does not envy those who show no outer damage, it is a reminder of what he fought for and for whom.

His pale skin is almost a joy, as he recount his tale with careful reminders on his skin. When he acts on stage the clothing is more dramatic against his skin, and the stage make-up shows well. The skin wrapped around his fingertips is rough and callous, the signs of a warrior. Zidane is a warrior, he has fought, he has preserved through hardships untold. His skin sets off his blond hair in shadow, the beginnings of a thief like atmosphere ingrained in him. Scars also taunt his pale skin along his arms, proof that Vivi has gotten better with his spell casting and that Steiner nor Dagger has not lost their edge. This pleases him, as Zidane knows his friends can protect themselves, and it also relaxes him.

Zidane is neither envious nor vain so he does not care that his pale skin is tainted by bruises or cuts. This is life, he thinks, his life, and he does not go any deeper then that. He does not need to, he is happy with the skin he is granted with all its flaws. Why go looking for worries when they are not needed? No, Zidane is content with his skin and its marks, it is all right with him.

Kuja, however, is different, oh his skin is pale sure enough, but it is a milky white that belongs better on females. It makes him look delicate and effeminate, he hates this, but only the fact that Gaia dwellers are notorious for preconceived notions. Kuja has no scars, and it is for a lack of trying, because Kuja does not wish for scars. There is only one scar he has and keeps, for it is the brand that is a reminder that yes his brother saved his life and he owes Zidane the new life he has. This is the only scar he treats with affection, the rest, though there is none even if Zidane could swear up and down there should be is hastily eradicated. Kuja uses his cure spells quickly upon any infliction on his skin so they leave no lasting mark, truly he is flawless, and he wants to keep it that way.

He does not envy those whose skin is much darker than his own, even if they hide blemishes well, for it does not suit him with his pale silver hair. His skin is perfectly maintained, soft to the touch, if only three people could tell you that and almost ripples like fur when he stretches. Kuja is vain, he knows it, and is proud of his skin, so he shows it off wearing next to precious nothing. He is not a fighter, his skin tells people that, he is a mage, and a strong one, but do not ever claim he is a lover, though it is mostly likely true now. Kuja feels no need to compare his skin with anyone else, he is above that, for he sees himself above all, his skin is his own. He chuckles whimsically when Garnet complains that his skin is so much more delicate then hers, better even and this pleases him. A queen praising him though it is only through complaints.

While Zidane is pale and riddled with scars, Kuja is flawless and untouched. They are at opposite ends of the spectrum on the same scale, it is a subtle irony. Kuja is a milk cream while Zidane is more of a butter cream, both shades of white though one is soft and one is harsh. Though one cannot be possible without the other, so they exist and coexist, not because they choose too, but because they have too. This is a simple logic, and the brothers do not delve past this uniting thought, only to muse that their sister, Mikoto, is right in the middle, but is not the same. One is pale, the other is flawless, you can not have one without the other.

11 Reasons Why Dante and Randal Manage to Get Along (Clerks)

2007-11-29T02:35:39Z

Characters/Pairings: Dante/Randal
Title: Reason Number Four: They Know When Not to Talk About Things
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1100
AN: This is a missing scene. Filling out what happened when Dante and Randal went go-karting in Clerks II. Written for prompt #18 cheeriness / energetic
Warnings/Disclaimers: Don’t own ‘em.

This is what we call a fake cut

11 Reasons Why Zidane and Kuja are More Then Just Brothers by Blood

2007-11-28T02:31:19Z

Title: Electric Maya Blue
Theme: 1 Eyes
Characters: Kuja and Zidane Tribal
Rating: G
Warning: Mentions Numerous Blue Tones.

Electric Maya Blue

Zidane could admit anything about himself with out a lick of conscious embarrassment. He knew his eyes were blue, a close shade to his brother’s own, perhaps a sample lighter or darker, but not much. Eyes, Zidane, the ever deep pools of translucent Maya Blue, his brother would tell him. Zidane would watch his as they caught light hauntingly giving a reverent twinkle. Listening to his brother aristocratic speech as he lifted his nose to the air and the fraudulent light falling onto the pale irises Zidane would argue the shades.

While Kuja would preach that their eyes were exactly the same shade of Mayan Blue, Zidane would disagree. Zidane would remark that they were a light blue, and Kuja would grow affront on using such common words to describe anything about himself. So Zidane would concede that maybe, just maybe, their eyes were not light blue. For Zidane would agree that Light Blue was too common and he was anything but common, he was unique. Kuja would nod and sigh while flicking his luminous Maya Blue eyes to their twins trying to point out the same similarities once again.

Hours could be spent listening to the two dissect their own eye color for they could not see eye to eye as it were. Zidane would offer that perhaps their eyes were a shade of periwinkle which cause Kuja to smack his brother on the back of his head and sigh dismally, as it was no secret that Kuja’s favorite color was purple and all it’s vast shades including the purplish-blue periwinkle. Obviously periwinkle would not be right, but Zidane enjoyed teasing his brother none the less about it, as what guy favored purple? Zidane would then claim that Dodger Blue would be their eye color and Kuja merely glared stating that their eyes were light, not dark. This of course would knock out Navy, Cerulean, Persian, Prussian, Midnight, Egyptian, Royal, Sapphire, Ultramarine, Denim, Colbat, and Dark Blue.

Zidane would just want the argument to end saying their eyes were blue just different shades, and there was no way that he could have such a girly sounding color as Mayan Blue. Kuja would shuffled in annoyance and state that their eyes were amazingly enough the same color as they stood side by side comparing. Cornflower Blue fell from Kuja’s lips causing poor Zidane to nearly have a heart attack, that was even worst the Mayan Blue. Zidane would feverishly wave his hands shouting out angrily at such a statement, and Kuja would snigger in his hand agreeing that maybe Cornflower Blue was going to far, but Baby Blue wasn’t too far off. Seconds later there would be a heavy thunk as Zidane would miss beheading his brother and slamming his knives into the waiting dresser that had many scars from such arguments. They would go through several pigments more before it would regress into a civilized shouting match of two colors.

“Mayan Blue.” Kuja would state fluttering his hands about in dismissal.

“Electric Blue.” Zidane would hark back while pointing to the left eye in proof. This would continue until one of the others of the group would grumble and shut them up violently, it was normally Amarant who ended the pointless rant. Garnet would giggle into her hands politely turning away and suggesting a compromise, though she did agree that they eyes were similar. Finally they would tire of arguing even mentally and Kuja would graciously end the fight with his own rant.

“Fine, Electric Maya Blue.” He present, Zidane would huff, cross his arms and grin satisfied that his suggestion would top his brother’s. They both would agree that they eye color was the same, and that the name of the color suited both. Electric for Zidane vivacious personality, Maya for the fashion conscious Kuja, and it was unique enough to the both of them that the color was only assigned to their eye color and no where else.

11 Reasons House And Chase Are Together, House M.D.

2007-11-17T21:44:32Z

11 Reasons House And Chase Are Together

Title: Reason Ten: For being so bright they can be really dim (10/11)

Theme: #30 room/location/place

Paring: Gregory House/Robert Chase

Rating: NC-17 (overall) this chapter PG
Disclaimer: Not mine

Warnings: Slight spoilers for season one.

Story Summary: There are many reasons why House and Chase are together, but for them only eleven matter.

Chapter Summary: u^.biq^.ui^.tous (yoo-bik-wi-tuh s) adj. exsisting everywhrer; present everywhere at once, or seeming to be.

“That was a stupid idea.” House informed Forman, who rolled his eyes. House ignored him and turned to Chase. “But don’t worry yours still tops them all.”

11 Reasons He had Lied to Himself - Doctor Who

2007-10-29T05:07:52Z

[11 REASONS GENERAL THEME] 11 Reasons He had Lied to Himself
[CHARACTER/S/PAIRINGS] Doctor x Rose
[TITLE] She Held Him, and He was Home
[RATING] T / PG-13 (General rating.)
[WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS] "Doctor Who" and all respective properties are © the BBC. Megan D. (Wish Wielder) does not, has never, nor will ever own "Doctor Who".

Chapter Five: She Held Him, and He was Home + Alternate Ending

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four - Pt. 1, Pt. 2

11 Reasons Isshin and Ichigo Sleep Together - Reason 8

2007-10-28T12:14:32Z

11 Reasons Isshin and Ichigo Sleep Together

Title: What I Do For You
Theme: #40 kindness
Paring: Isshin/Ichigo
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Incest

What I Do For You

11 Reasons House And Chase Are Together, House M.D.

2007-10-27T18:17:41Z

11 Reasons House And Chase Are Together

Title: Reason Nine: The blending of weeks is seamless (9/11)

Theme: #05 skin/sense of touch

Paring: Gregory House/Robert Chase

Rating: NC-17 (overall) this chapter R
Disclaimer: Not mine

Warnings: Slight spoilers for season one.

Story Summary: There are many reasons why House and Chase are together, but for them only eleven matter.

Chapter Summary: The weeks that follow their first time having sex are interesting best.

Week One - Chase stared out the window with growing fear.

11 Reasons House And Chase Are Together, House M.D.

2007-10-25T05:45:27Z

11 Reasons House And Chase Are Together

Title: Reason Eight: The kisses are good and the sex is better (8/11)

Theme: #03 mouth/lips/tongue/sense of taste

Paring: Gregory House/Robert Chase

Rating: NC-17 (overall) this chapter NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine

Warnings: Slight spoilers for season one.

Story Summary: There are many reasons why House and Chase are together, but for them only eleven matter.

Chapter Summary: House gives Chase paper work, Chase is not happy.

The conversation however did not happen later that day or later that week not even the following week.

11 Reasons Isshin and Ichigo Sleep Together, Bleach

2007-10-21T14:30:35Z

11 Reasons Isshin and Ichigo Sleep Together
Title: Take It All Away
Theme: #48 greed
Paring: Isshin/Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Incest

Take It All Away

11 Reasons Isshin and Ichigo Sleep Together, Bleach

2007-10-21T05:47:00Z

11 Reasons Isshin and Ichigo Sleep Together
Title: Can't Let You Go(6/11)
Theme: #56 hold
Paring: Isshin/Ichigo
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Incest

Can't Let You Go

11 Reasons Isshin and Ichigo Sleep Together, Bleach

2007-10-21T05:45:47Z

11 Reasons Isshin and Ichigo Sleep Together
Title: Risky Business(5/11)
Theme: #60 fly
Paring: Isshin/Ichigo
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Incest

Risky Business

11 Reasons House and Chase Are Together, House M.D.

2007-10-20T07:09:31Z

Note: The word Führer is German for leader however in the U.S. (as may well be the same in other countries, I’m not sure) the title is used to refer, almost exclusively, to the Nazi leader Adolf Hitler. So that is what I mean by Führer like fathers.

11 Reasons House And Chase Are Together
Title: Reason Seven: The kisses are good (7/11)
Theme: #33 season/weather

Paring: Gregory House/Robert Chase

Rating: NC-17 (overall) this chapter PG
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Slight spoilers for season one.
Story Summary: There are many reasons why House and Chase are together, but for them only eleven matter.
Chapter Summary: Boding over Führer like Fathers.

The morning had been freezing; the forecast for the past week had been predicting snow.

11 Reasons House and Chase Are Together, House M.D.

2007-10-18T18:02:53Z

11 Reasons House And Chase Are Together

Title: Reason Six: Both are clueless to Cameron (6/11)

Theme: #41, Hope

Paring: Gregory House/Robert Chase

Rating: NC-17 (overall) this chapter PG
Disclaimer: Not mine

Warnings: Slight spoilers for season one.

Story Summary: There are many reasons why House and Chase are together, but for them only eleven matter.

Chapter Summary: House yells, Foreman loses, Chase wins and Cameron finally notices.

Cameron stared at the computer screen.