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Fleeting Intimacy

2008-01-21T10:31:37Z

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus Snape/Lily Evans
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is nothing more than my interpretation of JK Rowling's beloved characters. I own nothing.
Author's Note: Sev/Lily is love, and so are comments. :)

Ocean

He feels like he is drowning in the deepest of oceans, the waves are pushing him further and further away from reality and she is the mermaid, the sea-goddess, luring him closer and closer and further and further down. The ocean is vast, and yet she is the centre point, the focus, the one who stops him from succumbing to the ocean’s immeasurable power.

Severus is drowning, and Lily is resisting, and somewhere in the back of his mind a voice tells him that he needs to find a life raft, to return to shore and to stop dwelling in dreams and fantasies. Because not only is she the goddess of the ocean, she is the ocean itself. She is everything to him, and as much as he needs to let go, to move to safer waters, he can’t bring himself to do it. Severus is mesmerised.

He just wants to drown in the ocean.

Follow Me

“Follow me,” Severus whispers, his voice as wispy as the clouds gallivanting through the torrid, windy sea that is the sky. “Come.”

Lily looks blankly at him, and he squeezes his hand around her arm, possibly a little more forcibly than necessary.

“Where are we going?” she asks, shielding her eyes from the sun as they run across the open field, with Severus leading, and she following. They continue to run, and he is still in front of Lily, he is the engine and she is the carriages that follow it, not the first across the finish line, but just as important.

He pulls up suddenly, and she almost topples over him.

“Look,” Severus says, “a rainbow.”

Lily laughs, a short tinkling laugh that reminds Severus of water gushing from a waterfall, and says, “Let’s look for the pot of gold at the end.”

“I don’t need a pot of gold.” His voice is soft, but honest, and the raw emotion seems to pour out with his words. “I’ve got you.”

She’s glad she followed him.

Dance

He moves left, she moves right. He steps closer and longs for togetherness, she steps away, fleeing to the land of study and responsibility. They move in an eternal dance, their hearts and their footsteps dictating their relationship. It’s a Paso Doble; he is the matador, desperate to win the fiery and tempestuous bull.

It’s what Severus dreams of, doing the Paso Doble with Lily, holding her close, running his hand along her creamy thigh and spinning her in tight little circles across the dance floor. Dreams are just that though, dreams, fickle, tantalising things that are rarely embodied in life.

So he steps closer, she steps away, and the eternal dance continues.

Time

Lily is sitting under a tree … their tree, and Potter is lying beside her, their bodies entangled in a passionate embrace. He feels sick, he feels like his heart is exploding, bursting with the pressure and the pain. Time is a fickle thing, Severus thinks. Once, he had all the time in the world to devote to Lily, to love her and hold her and kiss her and tell her that he would be hers for all eternity. He had all the time in the world to make her reciprocate his feelings.

Now, she is with him, and time has run out, the clock has stopped ticking for him, leaving him empty, heartbroken, in despair. Every sacred moment, every hallmark of her life now longer belongs to Severus, but to him, to her boyfriend.

(The word is painful, as harsh and shocking and downright perilous as a lightning bolt)

Time has run out for Severus, but the clock will tick forever for Lily and him.

Glow

Everything has an opposite. Summer and winter. Life and death. Lily and Severus. She is bright and glowing, a sparking shimmering array of red and green and numerous other colours, and he is dull, shrouded in mystery and in black.

If they were candles atop a birthday cake, he would flicker and disappear in a flash, while she would glow brightly and vividly, allowing everyone to admire her exquisite shine.

Lily glows, Severus fades. She is loved by many, he is loved by none. Her shining light is the forbidden fruit, tempting and tantalising and completely out of reach.

Everything has an opposite, and, for Lily and Severus, this will never change.

Power

He’s controlled, he’s unwavering, and he’s mysterious. Sallow skin, his fave enveloped by greasy black curtains of hair, the sort of smile that gives Lily the impression he’s got a secret agenda involving her.

He’s loud, he’s flamboyant, and he’s unique. Messy hair, shimmering hazel eyes, a smile that is warm, sincere and yet way too arrogant and cocky.

Severus and James.

The enigma and the open book.

Lily had the power to choose between them, and she’d always had faith in her decision, her love of the enigma, of the mystery.

Until that fateful day by the lake …

Quirky

“Sev, look Sev!” Lily cries, giggling insanely as she heaves herself up off the ground after yet another failed attempt at a cartwheel.

“Come try it with me.”

Severus glances furtively around, to make sure no-one is watching, before sprinting across the freshly mown grass to join her. He grins in amazement as she flips over, performing a seemingly flawless spin, and lands on her feet. The sound of him clapping echoes through the still summer afternoon, and she grins back, nervously twisting a strand of her shining red hair around her finger like a shy little girl.

It’s the little things like this he loves, the way she scratches her chin when she’s thinking, or the way she snorts whenever Muggles use the word “magic.”

It’s the little things, the things that make her different, that make her quirky.

The things that make her unique.

Dessert

The air is filled with the scraping of spoons against the deepest crevices of bowls and the sound of contented sighs as the sea of people roll their tongues gracefully around generous slices of treacle tart. Severus sighs, dessert is a useless frivolity.

Incredibly listless, he stares around the Great Hall, avoiding the urge to snort at how intimate some people are getting with their after-dinner meal. One little Hufflepuff girl is moaning and groaning and her face is smothered in chocolate, causing a few other boys at her table to laugh.

Severus continues scanning the room, before his eyes, as wide as saucers, fall upon Lily. Her head is back and she’s laughing as an arm holds out a strawberry, dipped in chocolate. He watches, fascinated, as she dips in her mouth, once, twice, her tongue swirling across the chocolate before retreating behind those luscious lips. She does it again, and again, and he’s mesmerised, unable to turn his eyes away from her.

Maybe dessert isn’t quite so bad after all.

Tell

How do you tell someone that you love them? How do you tell someone that you long to touch them and hold them and kiss them so much that it hurts?

And, most importantly, how will they respond?

He has to tell her, because his secret is torturing him, it’s slowly eating away at him from the inside.

“Lily,” he mumbles, the words tumbling from his mouth like water from a waterfall, “I … I love you.”

Lily looks up, removing her head from her book and tossing her fiery red dresses over her shoulder. Severus allows a small flicker of hope, like a candle flame, to wash over him as her delicate pink lips part.

“Really,” she says, with just the tiniest hint of surprise in her voice, and the moment is lost. “Well, look Sev, you’re a great friend, one of the best, but I … I don’t love you.”

He nods, and it feels like he’s pulling on a mask to hide the fact that his heart is shattering into millions of tiny, fragile pieces.

After it all though, he’s glad he told her, glad he’s not keeping secrets anymore.

Down

He feels like he’s drowning again, only this time, it’s not lust, it’s sorrow and despair. He can feel Dumbledore’s watchful, thoughtful eyes gazing down on him, see McGonagall’s concerned face buckling under the weight of wrinkles that mark worry and despair, but it barely registers under the weight of the current that is submerging him, dragging him under and down, down, down. The sights in front of him are as blurry and faded as a watercolour painting, and all he can see is Lily’s vivid hair and eyes shining fiercely in his mind.

He can’t breathe, and he feels this burning, aching desire to destruct to rage and to rip himself apart and to kill. That image is wounding him, digging a knife into his side and she’s … she’s dead, and the ocean is dragging him down again.

Down, down, down.

Fear

Severus lies idly under their tree; his fingers impatiently twisting and furling the lone thread that hangs from the end of his already tattered robe. He watches, his black eyes wide with greed and anticipation as Lily sprints across the field towards him; her face is flushed, her hair escaping from what was obviously a hasty bun and her clothes are covered in grass, but, to Severus, she has never been more beautiful.

“I’ve got to go,” she mumbles, “Remus has organised a prefect meeting for everyone to organise Christmas.”

Lily sprints off, and Severus knows he should be making an attempt on his homework or practising his latest spell, and instead he lays there, that little black piece of cotton still wrapped tightly around his finger. It, like he, is alone and being manipulated by others. It, like he, is afraid it will never be able to reunite with those it loves.

Giving thoughts to a thread was never something Severus had ever considered before, but it seemed to help ease the pain he was feeling. They were both alone, both plagued by fear that they would never see their loved ones in any sort of normalcy again.

Heartbeat

Severus wriggles closer towards her sleeping body, his finger tracing her elegant curves in the air and his eyes hungry with greed. She is sprawled out like a eagle, and he easily manages to work his way towards her side and curl up beside her, his heart pounding and full of desire. She stirs, but does not wake, her eyelids, as pure and delicate as silk, flutter, but do not open. He has no desire to wake her, she is so peaceful, so innocent, so stunning in her slumber. Instead he is just content to lay there, with rays of sunlight streaming down on his back and the sound of birds whistling merrily in his ears, and hear her heartbeat, which seems to be in complete unison with his. Two heartbeats, together as one.

Avarice

They’re entwined under the night sky, Lily shrieks and shivers as lightning bolts strike all around them, flashing and blinding him. Peals of thunder boom overhead, and Severus grabs her head, dragging her furiously across the grounds and under the shelter of the tree, laughing slightly as a leaf falls on his head and slides down his face, tickling him. He draws her closer to him, protecting her fragile body from the pounding rain, and she looks up and smiles at him, and he cannot help himself, he presses his mouth against hers and fireworks are exploding and the thunder is deafening and she’s shaking her head at him and motioning towards the castle.

He’s filled with avarice, with pure, simple greed. He wants another moment like that, the passion, the love, the fleeting intimacy. He wants it, and he’ll do anything to get it again.

Forget to Remember

2007-10-24T02:59:33Z

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: M

Author’s note: This is a little challenge from LJ called 13_drabbles, and obviously will contain 13 drabbles. I have chosen to write about Remus/Sirius because I had forgotten about them.

Forget to Remember

1. Forgetfulness

Remus lets his feet drop into the cool and dark water; they cause small ripples to spread deep into the lake.

(every action causes an equal and opposite reaction)

He had been sleeping by the lake’s edge for four hours, wrapped in a moth-eaten blanket, the brisk autumn air causing the fine hairs on his arms to stand and sway.

He thought he would wait just a little bit longer, he never knew he’d be waiting forever.

For someone who could never believe in the small things, like remembering a second date, or forgetting to kiss you before you fell asleep.

He would wait for just too long, Sirius would forget to remember.

2. Running Away

Running away was easy.

You ran all the way to the owlery, your hands outstretched so they could trace the rough stones as you tumbled up the stairs.

He was sitting in the dirty straw that littered the floor, a paperback novel in his gloved hands, his head resting against the rounded wall.

“You have to face your problems Padfoot” he spoke calmly, with a resigned look on his face, understanding you so well.

But it hurts to stand still, it is too quiet, it feels as if something is about to break. So you shuffle your feet and shove your hands in your pocket, biting down on your lower lip.

“I’m not going anyway” he smiled.

And he didn’t, you were the one that ran.

Running away was easy.

3. Sunrise and Sunset

His hair was the colour of melted chocolate in the light from the fading sun.

Most people thought it was black, but you knew it had the smallest amount of brown in there.

(perhaps that was why you ate so much chocolate)

…

His body looked broken as it lay in the light of the dappled sunrise.

You moved your head higher up on the pillow so you could look at him, imperfect and perfect at the same time.

The angles of his legs and the contour lines of the scars that plagued his back formed a puzzle in your head that you couldn’t quite work out.

(perhaps that was why you drank so much)

4. Make Believe

He told you stories in the lazy afternoons.

Your head rested on his knee, your eyes trailing the lines on his face.

You loved to watch his facial expression as he stumbled along alliterations and personifications; a raised eyebrow, a fumbling lip, a twitching nose.

One of his hands twisted in your hair, the other hand turning the pages of the paperback.

He told you of vampires and unicorns and giants, of unbreakable vows and draughts of true love.

You breathed in the sweet smell of happiness, your head rested on his knee.

“… and they flew across Africa, holding hands the whole way.”

5. Blind.

Remus doesn’t know if he’s going blind, or if he simply can’t see anyone else anymore.

They are sitting in the library, the four of them, but all he can see is Sirius.

Their feet are intertwined under the table; Sirius’ sock is touching his leg.

He has his head to one side, his grey eyes following the lines in his transfiguration textbook in boredom, the feather of his quill brushing his mouth. The sleeves of his school shirt have been rolled back, his tie is off center, his top button undone.

Everything else is in shades of grey.

Sirius is colour.

6. Old Sayings

Sirius turned from his view of the quidditch pitch to face Moony.

He had suddenly heard Andromeda’s voice in his head, and he knew why she had left, why she had married a muggle.

“The journey of a thousand miles must start with a single step.”

“What?” Moony looked up from his game of chess.

Sirius crossed the distance between them, placing his hand at the back of Moony’s neck drawing their lips together.

It tasted like sweet honey and golden fields, cold watermelon on a summer’s day and a steaming butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks.

“The Journey of a thousand miles must start with a single step.”

7. Weird

Remus woke up groggily, his eyes swollen with sleep, slowly bring the boy beside him into focus.

Sirius’ legs were tangled in the white sheets, his breathing was slow and regulated, Remus could feel it brushing the hairs on the side of his neck.

Remus didn’t know how long he watched Sirius dozing until his own eyelids lifted.

“I’ve been dreaming about you Moony. You danced for me on the table, covered in cram with a cherry right in the middle of your head” He smiled a sleepy smile.

Remus rolled his eyes before replying, “You’re weird”.

“Weird as in sexy, or weird as in ha ha?”

“Weird as in sexy, of course”.

8. Undone

On the Christmas holidays the coffee was cold at James’ house.

You tried not to complain, but the plum pudding tasted bitter, the eggnog was too thick.

You sat by the fire, a false smile performing on your thin lips, your tongue playing with the back of your teeth in a stately boredom.

You laughed at all the jokes, sang along to all the cheesy carols, helped to decorate the tree.

All you could feel were Moony’s rough arms around your shoulders, his Christmas present in your lap, his family accepting you like the Potter’s did.

They didn’t know you were queer.

So you came undone.

9. Song

The sky is a delicate shade of frosty blue, contrasted against the leafless silhouette of the whomping willow.

When it has no leaves, at the new side of Christmas, it feels barren and cold, symbolising the negative, the unfamiliar, the feared.

Like a box a chocolates laced with poison.

Like Sirius singing in the shower.

You are terrified he will sing about you, that his vocal cords will echo lines of ‘monster’, ‘hate’, ‘lie’ and ‘over’.

It is your greatest fear.

That he will end it with a song.

10. Crowds

You clutch the brown paper parcels to your chest, one hand in your pocket, your fingers tightly clenched around your wand.

Diagon Alley is not what is once was.

You can’t see Remus in Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Palrlour, the tip of a spoon in his mouth

Remus isn’t in Flourish and Blotts, his back against a bookcase.

The crowd moves like fluid on this hot July day, they don’t stop to chat, like they once did.

You clutch the brown paper parcels to your chest.

Even in this war you would bring chocolate muffins home to Remus.

11. Done Away With

You wake from nightmares, blurred moons and falling friends.

Your hand reaches desperately for the bedside clock, its magical hands clicking into an ungodly hour.

The space beside you is empty, occupied only by crumbled sheets and stale smells.

Sirius is still with the Order, drawing maps was always his specialty.

Sometimes he would fall asleep at the headquarters, his hair connecting fine lines between muggle London and the corridors within the ministry.

He would make coffee in the morning, the map transferred to the side of his face, tracing his cheekbones.

You lay beside the empty space, done away with.

Done away with.

12. Wars

In all the years of war and discrimination, he has learnt that the only safe thing is himself.

He cuts out the newspaper clippings, re-reading the lines printed about Sirius before tearing them into tiny pieces and feeding them through the eye of a needle.

In the dusty mirror he sees Sirius betraying them all in turn.

His hand stretching out to take Remus’ chin.

(like he always did)

But his mouth is full of blood, his hands are as cold as death.

In the pantomime of Remus’ mind, Sirius betrays them all.

13. You and Me

There were no shadows in Remus’ dilapidated flat.

(His lampshades were of a deep grey).

You stood so still in the room, so silent. Terrified of betraying even a splinter of your inner self.

Even though there was nothing left to betray.

He spoke from the corner.

“Nothing changes you. I left you because I knew I could not change you”.

You tried to retreat into the empty spaces, suddenly vulnerable (as if naked) outside the confines of your Azkaban cell.

“You killed everything within me.”

He is exhausted, not from Azkaban but from solitude. He is alone.

“Can’t you see Remus, can’t you see.”

You and Me.

[Dragonball][Yamcha x Bulma Briefs][Set Alpha]

2007-10-23T13:12:16Z

Fandom: Dragonball
Pairing: Yamcha x Bulma Briefs
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: G - PG-13; theme 11 contains character death.

(A desert bandit was certainly a long way from a prince...)

Fic- Fear

2007-04-16T03:41:02Z

Title: Fear
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson
Theme set: gamma of </a></b></a>13drabbles
Prompt: #11 - Power
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: House knew the source of Wilson's anger, and he suddenly was afraid.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to NBC Universal, David Shore, Katie Jacobs, Bad Hat Harry Productions and FOX.

A/N: Damn plot bunnies just won't leave me alone today.

(Fear)

Fic- Eyes

2007-04-16T01:12:07Z

Title: Eyes
Fandom: CSI: NY
Pairing: Danny/Mac
Theme set: beta
Prompt: #10 - Kittens
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters belong to CBS, Alliance Atlantis, Anthony Zuiker and the respective writers and producers of this show.

(Eyes)

Naruto [Naruto x Hinata] [Beta Themeset]

2007-04-06T03:25:24Z

Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Naruto x Hinata
Theme set: Beta
Rating: PG-13, just in case. ♥

Theme #1 - Butterflies :: Word Count: 229

“Naruto, may I ask the purpose of this little meeting?” Shino asked, leaning against a tree with his trademark glasses on, rendering him nigh unreadable. But this didn’t phase the blonde one bit - he was used to it.
“Shino, you’re good with bugs, right?” Naruto asked.
“Hn.” was the only reply he got. Shino desparately hoped that he had been kidding when he asked the question.
“How do you get butterflies out of your stomach?” Naruto continued innocently. Shino blinked behind his glasses - unnoticed by the blonde, of course - and turned his head towards the blonde.
“..why exactly do you have butterflies in your stomach?” Shino tried to keep his voice steady.
“I dunno. I was hoping you could answer that..It happens whenever I’m around Hinata-chan,” Naruto said, looking thoughtful. Shino smiled - which was also hidden, by his collar this time - a knowing smile and, before he could stop it, a small chuckle escaped his lips.
“I think Hinata-chan would know more about it than I would, Naruto..” Shino turned and walked off, feeling as if he had answered the blonde’s question sufficiently.
Unfortunately, Naruto was just as confused as ever. He shrugged and ran off to find the Hyuuga heiress himself so he could ask her what these butterflies were doing in his stomach and if she could please make them go away.

Theme #2 - Groceries :: Word Count: 100 (HAH! I DID IT!)

“Hinata-chan! Wait up!”
Hinata turned at the sound of her name being called, only to find a certain blonde shinobi approaching. She smiled and waited for him, making herself calm down and doing her best not to faint. He caught up with her in no time - after all, he was accustomed to running from Sakura - and plucked most of the bags from her arms. “Naruto-kun..I can carry them all, you know..” she said, trying to sound confident.
“I know, but this gives me an excuse to be with you, dosen’t it?” he answered, flashing her a toothy grin.

Theme #3 - Waves :: Word Count: 408 (A/N: I didn't really like this one..<<; )

“Hinata-sama..I thought you’d like to know, today is the day that Naruto was supposed to leave with Jiraiya for their three year training period,” Neji said, eyeing the pale-eyed girl in front of him.
“H-Hai. Arigato, Neji-san,” Hinata answered, slipping on her shoes and running out the door of the Hyuuga mansion.
‘I hope I’m not too late..I have to tell him..I need to tell him..what if I never see him again after this?’ Her mind was frantic as she sprinted towards the all-too-familiar ramen stand. ‘He couldn’t have left yet..he wouldn’t leave before having a large serving at the Ichiraku,’ she told herself, trying to calm herself down. She slowed down when she drew nearer to the Ichiraku stand, pausing to catch her breath.
“Thanks! See you guys when I get back..Don’t go out of business while I’m gone, got it?” the blonde called over his shoulder as he exited the ramen stand. Jiraiya appeared next to him.
“Ready to go, kid?”
“Yeah..I was hoping somebody’d be here to see me-”
Hinata finally found her voice. “Naruto-kun!” she called, waving to him. “Naruto-kun!”
Naruto perked up upon hearing Hinata’s voice. “Oi, Hinata-chan! What’re you doing here?”
Jiraiya thought it best to leave the two alone, so he turned to Naruto and said, “I’ll be waiting at the front gate. Come meet me when you’re done saying your goodbyes. Don’t take too long.” The blonde nodded in response and turned back to the girl who was now standing in front of him.
“Naruto-kun..I..need to..tell you something,” Hinata said, her cheeks tinted pink. ‘No! I mustn’t faint or get too embarassed! It’s now or never!’
“Hm? What’s that, Hinata-chan?” Naruto asked, a confused look on his face.
“Naruto-kun..I..I like you,” she stammered.
“I like you too, Hinata-chan..but what’s your point?”
“N-no, that’s not it..I..I l-like you morethannormal,” she said, her words running together at the end.
Naruto blinked and, upon realizing what she had meant, blushed bright red. “H-Hinata-chan..I..I..”
She smiled at him. “It’s okay, Naruto-kun..I can wait for you to come back.” And with that, she turned around and walked off.
Before she had gone too far, she turned around and waved back at him. “Bye! You better come back soon!” she said. He grinned and nodded, waving back at her. “I will!”
She smiled and continued back to the Hyuuga Mansion, the picture of the two of them waving at each other deeply embedded into her mind.

Theme #4 - Mystery :: Word Count: 135

When, exactly, was it that the object of his affections had shifted from the pink haired medic to the pale-eyed heiress of Konoha? Naruto wasn’t quite sure; he’d pondered this question many times before, but usually stopped, because it just made his brain hurt. He hadn’t really noticed her until now; not in a romantic sense, at least. But it all made sense - her stuttering, fainting, and blushing whenever she saw him..Why hadn’t he noticed it sooner? Lately, he’d been seeing Hinata in a new light - the way her cheeks dimpled when she laughed, the way her eyes were like a window to her soul - and, when he looked deep into them, he saw radiant love reflected in their lilac depths.

Suddenly, it didn’t really matter anymore when he had fallen in love with her -- after all, better late than never.

Theme #5 - Board Game :: Word Count: 100 (WOOT! I did it again!)

‘Naruto-kun’s birthday is coming up,’ the pale-eyed Hyuuga heiress thought as she pulled her favorite jacket over her head. ‘But..what will I get him?’ She frowned; this presented a problem. So, she decided to ask Konohagakure’s resident genius: Nara Shikamaru.

Unfortunately, his answer wasn’t too helpful. “Iunno..get him a Shogi board or something,” the lazy Nara slurred, rolling over in the grass to continue his futile attempts at sleep.

“But...I don‘t think Naruto-kun would enjoy Shogi..” she said, uncertainty in her voice. “I’ll just..get him a Monopoly board,” Hinata finally mused. “Thanks, Shikamaru!”

“Nnn..You‘re welcome, I think...girls are so troublesome..”

Theme #6 - Winter :: Word Count: 100 (Aha! Again! :3)

Upon first meeting her, he was intrigued by the color of her eyes. Her eyes had reminded him of winter - the pale lavender was so pale that it matched the snow that had collected on his windowsill a few seasons ago. But after he got to know her, he realized just how wrong this assumption was: she wasn’t like winter at all. She was the exact opposite. Winter was cold, unforgiving, and stoic; Hinata was warm, forgiving, and expressive. Her eyes, which had first intrigued him, now captivated him - he could easily be lost in their creamy depths.

Theme #7 - Sensitive :: Word Count: 127

She found out his little ‘secret’ by accident - she almost jumped when she heard it: a low purring noise that came from deep within his chest. All because she had absentmindedly been stroking the whisker marks on his cheeks. She hadn’t meant to, really. It was just one of those habits she had picked up from being with him for so long (she had long since given up her stuttering and nervous finger poking).

She never realized they were that sensitive. So, she filed away the little peice of information for future use - after all, who knows when it might come in handy, right?

She just smiled and placed a kiss on each of his sensitive little ‘whiskers’, enjoying the adorable purring noises he made.

Theme #8 - Darkness :: Word Count: 100 (Aha. :DDD Did it agaaainn~)

Hinata knew that Naruto was still haunted by nightmares of the fight between himself and his best friend at the Valley of the End. She was still suprised by his determination - he was determined to bring Sasuke back, to fulfill his promise to his other best friend, Sakura. So she stayed with him during those nights where old ghosts of the past came to taunt him in his sleep. The worst ones, in her opinions, were the ones where he dreamed of Sasuke being consumed by the darkness, dooming Team Seven to the fate of the three once-legendary Sannin.

Theme #9 - Quiet Time :: Word Count: 198

Naruto let out a frustrated, sleepy growl and smashed the alarm clock next to the bed. It was eight o’clock, and according to the clock (which was now in about a hundred different pieces on the floor), it was time to get up and go to a meeting with Tsunade. But Naruto didn’t care, apparently - Hinata let out a small giggle as he snuggled closer to her, burying his head in her hair. “Naruto-kun, you might need to be at this meeting..Tsunade-sama wouldn’t arrange a meeting for nothing, you know,” she said, amusement apparent in her voice.
“Mm..She’ll be late, anyway..She was up late last night, probably getting drunk, so she’ll have a hangover, and it’ll take her a bit longer than normal to get started..’sides..I like my quiet time, and this bed’s too comfortable to leave,” he said, his voice a low purr. Hinata just giggled and let him drift back to sleep - she knew Shizune would be there in about thirty minutes, banging down the door and demanding that the number one hyperactive knuckleheaded ninja get his butt out of bed and into Tsunade’s office..She stifled another giggle - that’d be quite a sight..

Theme #10 - Kittens :: Word Count: 327

“Hinata, I’m home!” the blonde called, his bright blue eyes dancing with excitement. “And I’ve got a suprise for you!”
“What is it, Naruto-kun?” Even after being officially together for a year, she still called him by his old nickname. He wouldn’t have it any other way, though -- he thought it was adorable.
She padded down the steps and her eyes landed on the small bundles of fur he had in his arms, causing her to gasp. “Are those..?”
“Kittens! I found them outside, and I couldn’t find the mother..so..can we keep them, Hinata-chan? Please?” He knew she couldn’t resist whenever he used that look. The look that made her melt inside. His lower lip puckered out, and his eyes were wide and hopeful. One of the kittens, whose eyes looked suprisingly like Naruto’s, woke up and let out a small yawn.
“Of course, Naruto-kun!” she answered. She plucked the newly awakened kitten from his arms and started cuddling it.
“Look Naruto, this one is just like you! He’s so soft, too...” She scratched the kitten behind his ears, and its purring was clearly audible. She smiled and continued petting the small, furry creature in her arms. “Tou-san never allowed pets in the house..he said they were a waste of time and energy,” she said softly. “Just like me,” she added in an even softer tone.
Naruto frowned at this and set the remaining kitten on his head in order to free his hands. He walked up behind Hinata and wrapped his arms around her waist. “He was wrong, Hinata-chan. He wouldn’t know strong if it slapped him in the face,” he said. The kitten on his head, who had awakened when he was shifted from Naruto’s arms to his head, mewed as if in agreement with the blonde. Hinata giggled and turned to face her husband.
“I know. I love you, Naruto-kun,” she said, kissing him on the nose affectionately.
“I love you too, Hinata-chan.”

Theme #11 - Trains :: Word Count: 207

“Rule number 257: A Hyuuga must never..”

Hinata was really trying to pay attention, but it wasn’t working out too well. Her tutor’s monotonous voice didn’t help matters either; he was about as attention-grabbing as a dead worm, Hinata decided. So she let her mind drift.
‘Hm..I wonder what’s for lunch today..I wanted to try that new dish that Ino told me about, but Father would never allow me to suggest such a thing, since it’s against stupid tradition..hmph..when I have kids, Naruto-kun wouldn’t order them around-’ she stopped her train of thought right there. ‘Okay, new topic..I can’t think about Naruto without blushing, and the teacher will know that I’m daydreaming if I’m sitting here blushing..so let’s think about something else..I wonder what Neji nii-san is doing. Probably out training with Tenten-san. They make such a cute couple. Though he’s too stubborn and proud to admit it, he really does like her. I wish Naruto-kun and I had that type of relationship-’

Darnit, there it went again. No matter how much she tried, her thoughts always turned to the hyperactive blonde. She sighed and gave up fighting the thoughts - after all, she didn’t really seem to care anymore if the teacher knew she was daydreaming.

Theme #12 - Road Trip :: Word Count: 150

“That’s it, Shizune, we’re going straight to that moron’s house and breaking down the door!” Tsunade practically growled. It seemed that Naruto had decided to pick up on his old sensei’s habit of tardiness - especially when a meeting was involved. Shizune sweatdropped and tried to calm the Godaime down.

“Ne, Tsunade-sama..that dosen’t sound like such a good idea,” she cautioned. “He could be doing something important, you know,” she added. ‘Tsunade-sama is scary when she has a hangover..’ she mused as the blonde glared at her. Tsunade grabbed her jacket and stormed out the door, presumably towards Naruto’s apartment.

Five minutes later, when they found Naruto busy snuggling with Hinata, Tsunade decided to overlook the fact that he was late. ‘Took him damn well long enough to notice her,’ she thought, her anger slowly dissipating at the sight of the two lovebirds curled up asleep in each other’s arms.

Theme #13 - Gravestone :: Word Count: 159

It wasn’t fair, she reasoned; the inscription on his gravestone didn’t do him justice. It didn’t sucessfully portray his character; it didn’t mention the hardships he was faced with when he was but a young child, didn’t mention his devastation at the loss of his best friend to the promise of power that Orochimaru had given, didn’t mention how he always made sure she felt loved every second of every day, didn’t mention how he died trying to protect his teammates. He did, however, reach his dream of becoming the Rokudaime Hokage - which was one of the few things that comforted Hinata. She sighed and allowed Sakura to lead her off after leaving flowers at his grave, one hand on her swelling stomach. She knew, deep down inside, that he wasn’t completely gone - a part of him was growing inside of her, and that helped her get through each day she had to live without him.

[Bleach, Tousen and Komamura] Delta set of drabbles.

2007-03-15T22:01:42Z

Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Tousen Kaname and Komamura Sajin (platonic)
Theme Set: Delta
Rating: PG at most.
Author's Note: SPOILERS through mid-Arrancar arc.

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