shinigamikendra: MUSIC MEME: #1

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@ 2008-01-25 20:46:00

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music meme, reborn!

MUSIC MEME: #1
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.

2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.

3. Draw a sketch related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the sketch; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards! You have to stop sketching.

4. Do ten of these, then post them~.

FIRST FANDOM:

shini: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
kendra: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

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Vienna Teng - Momentum

botling
2008-01-26 01:55 am UTC (link)

He's never really gotten used to the sight of his master's face sleeping. It's strange, but it's hard to watch the older man look so still. Basil much prefers the bright smiles that light his face, even the determination that lights in his eyes when he frowns.

For him, Iemitsu is a bright light and watching it stilled, especially as Iemitsu rests, swaddled in bandages, scares him a little.

He hates it when his master is injured the most. He knows Iemitsu's strong. He trusts in his power more than anything. However, he also knows that life can't last forever. Basil remembers how his parents died and it scares him that someday he'll have to see Iemitsu die as well.

The young man curls his fingers against the rough cotton of the CEDEF's hospital ward sheets, drawing in a slow breath. It's been hours since they first arrived, Iemitsu in far worse shape than he, laughing at Oregano's worry with a, "I guess negotiations didn't go so well, huh?"

Basil had laughed, then, a soft, cautious laugh because as cheerful as Iemitsu seemed, the fact that every time he moved, the blood blossomed wider against the makeshift bandages they'd managed to find.

He bit his lip and closed his eyes, "Please be alright, sir."

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Papercut || Linkin Park

bellumina
2008-01-26 01:56 am UTC (link)

He stumbles; his ankle twists unnaturally – but he can’t stop running. They’re behind him, they’re after him. For a superhuman, he’s not doing so well. This environment is too harsh, and that radiation is slowly killing off his cells one by one.

The base is so close, he can see it looming in the distance. But he hears the White Spell’s shouts as they race after him, close on his heels, and he

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Something Vague || Bright Eyes

bellumina
2008-01-26 02:02 am UTC (link)

Valentine’s Day made him sweat.

It wasn’t that he disliked this holiday, but really, it made Tsuna nervous. Today was the day, he’d decided. He would show Kyoko the depth of his admiration for her. He would tell her how long he’d liked her, how much he hoped she would reciprocate his feelings. Today was the day that Sawada Tsunayoshi would cease to be a coward.

But things seemed to be going badly, he noted dismally. He’d put on two different coloured socks that morning (oh, he hoped she wouldn’t notice – Kyoko wouldn’t ever like a guy who acted like a colour-blind fool, after all) and Lambo had been playing with the doily he had taped onto a pink piece of construction paper cut out in the shape of a heart.

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Circlesquare - 7 Minutes

botling
2008-01-26 02:03 am UTC (link)

Byakuran's fingers trace along the firm arch of the petals of the flower in his hand. They're surprisingly strong, but that's what he's always admired about tulips. They truly were the hardiest of all flowers in a way.

How strange, it seemed, that they represented such a fickle thing as fame. But, really, he wondered if there was some truth to their meaning.

After all, like a tulip, he'd planted the bulb of his now powerful family long before, letting it mature beneath the dirt of the slowly crumbling mafia families that had come before him.

And, as the frost of banality began to disappear, he had struck, breaking free of the other families and rising above them almost as if overnight, bright petals proving to all the strength they hadn't known lurked beneath them and growing in infamousness.

Perhaps, he thought. The tulip suited its meaning all too well after all.

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Kiddy Grinder || Marilyn Manson

bellumina
2008-01-26 02:08 am UTC (link)

Lancia didn’t remember much at all about the day the family he served died. He didn’t recall lifting the gun, the knife, the lead pipe. He didn’t remember seeing the life fade from the little boy’s eyes, the blood flying in every direction, splattering the Baby Grand, the walls, the Oriental Carpet, his Armani suit.

They clapped the handcuffs on him anyway. He did not fight – he was in shock, he deserved whatever he got. He had failed the primary task of a bodyguard, and had committed one of the most heinous crimes he could have ever possibly imagined.

“Guilty,” was the verdict, and he was sent to that jail, with only himself and a few other culprits in the jail cell with him. But they didn’t seem upset; they seemed pleased with themselves, thought Lancia with no small amount of disgust.

“Mukuro-san’ll come and get us out, right, Kakipii~?” said the fair-haired one, sticking his tongue out at Lancia, who he considered to be a bore and too robotic to be truly human.

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Kugimiya Rie - Boku wa Koko ni Iru

botling
2008-01-26 02:09 am UTC (link)

His touch was never really warm in her mind. His long fingers were always cold as they touched her skin, always gentle just like his smiles. It felt as if there could be no secrets between them, even as he told her so little of what he was actually doing.

He'd brush away her bangs, chuckling softly at the fact that she'd gone to such trouble to model herself to match him, just like he'd laughed the day she'd bought herself a uniform to match his own.

She drew in a slow breath, leaning in to his touch with a sigh. Nothing about this really made sense, but when he spoke to her, voice soft and gentle, it didn't really seem to matter so much.

"Mukuro-sama," she'd whisper, opening one eye to meet his veiled eyes, searching for some sort of meaning to this, for some manner of explanation for his gentleness when she'd seen the things he'd done, heard of his exploits from Chikusa and Ken.

He'd simply shake his head, murmuring, "Shhh, my sweet Chrome."

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Presidents of the United States of America - Dune Buggy

botling
2008-01-26 02:14 am UTC (link)

Gum was a funny thing, Ken thought, calloused fingers pulling a strand of it from his mouth. The sticky, wet pink surface seemed to shine in the dim light of their hideout.

"Heheh," he snickered to himself, twirling it around his finger as he looked across the room at Kakipii. Kakipii was dumb. The kind of guy who didn't really get what was so neat about gum in the first place.

Ken had tried to get him to chew it. He figured that, at least, would make Kakipii seem less of a robot, but Kakipii had never really bought into the idea of gum.

He wondered, though, how the other might react if he stuck some on him anyways.

"Naaaa, Kakipiiiiiii," he called, lazily.

"No," Chikusa replied before the proposition was even put forth.

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Swallowtail on the Death Valley || The Gazette

bellumina
2008-01-26 02:15 am UTC (link)

Xanxus’s hand shoots out with cruel intent; Squalo ducks just in time, and the fist crashes into the wall with a sickening crack.

“Uoooii!” Squalo bellows, annoyed. “What the hell was that for, asshole?” He supposes Xanxus has a right to be pissed off – he’s been lying dormant for ten years, waiting for a thaw. But that doesn’t mean that Squalo’s about to let his self-proclaimed boss take it out on him.

“Watch your fucking mouth, scum,” Xanxus growls in return. His dark eyes are blazing and he is ready for a fight. But he’s slowly realizing that perhaps Squalo isn’t the best person to pick on – not right now – because if they actually had a true fight, Xanxus isn’t absolutely sure that he could win.

Squalo doesn’t say what he wants to say: that it’s Xanxus’s own damn fault that he was frozen into a block of ice by the ninth. That would be like signing a contract with death, and Squalo’s already had his victory.

It’s been ten years, after all.

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ALI PROJECT - Peony Pink

botling
2008-01-26 02:19 am UTC (link)

"Kyoko-chan! Kyoko-chan!" Haru perked up at the familiar face of the girl she'd come to accept as her friend, waving brightly. She'd never made a lot of friends in her regular school, so she'd really started to value this connection she'd made.

Especially, she thought, because Kyoko was also another excuse to visit Tsuna and, while she didn't want to seem like a stalker, it was always easier to excuse coming over to play when she came with one of his classmates.

"Are you free today?" she chirped, catching up with the other girl, "I thought we could go visit Bianchi-san today and practice cooking."

She waited hopefully, knowing Kyoko just had to say yes. Girls were supposed to have fun, after all. Study could be saved for later. And it was nice knowing that Tsuna's feelings for her were true enough that she could trust him not to play around on her, especially because Kyoko was a good friend to both of them.

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Still Don't Give a Fuck || Eminem

bellumina
2008-01-26 02:21 am UTC (link)

“Are you afraid to die?”

The question comes out of the blue, as Dino, lying on the roof (watching the clouds coagulate and treating them as Rorschach blotches), turns to eye his unwilling companion.

Squalo snorts, raking a hand through his pale hair. “Don’t be stupid,” he tells him abrasively. His attitude never changes. They copy each others’ homework (he asks Dino to write all the creative shit for him, and Squalo, in turn, does the math and the science) and hang out whenever Squalo thinks no one else is watching, but he still feels like he is invincible, like he owns the world.

Perhaps he does, Dino thinks as a shadow obscures his view of the sun, and Squalo stands above him, sneering and baring his teeth like his namesake.

“You’re trying to be brave,” Dino notes sagely. “You don’t have to lie to me, you know.”

For that, he receives a kick to the side and an unhappy mutter of “shut the fuck up.”

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Diamond Dogs || Moulin Rouge OST

bellumina
2008-01-26 02:26 am UTC (link)

“If we’re not careful,” says Reborn with that inscrutable half-smile of his, “we’ll die from the radiation.” He arches an eyebrow, just enough so his peers can see it. “I’m sure Verde’s in his hiding place, not planning on coming out until he’s come up with a solution.”

“He can’t hide forever,” Lal notes.

“Neither can we.” Colonello stands, arms crossed over his chest. There’s a determined glint in his eye; he’s never been one to sit around when change needs to occur. It’s a life-threatening situation out there, with Millefiori guys crawling all over Italy and Japan, not to mention with the ominous radiation permeating the air and making each step outside of the base a step nearer to death. “We need to retaliate.”

“Yes,” agrees Lal (as she’s prone to do; she and Colonello have a similar mindset, after all).

Reborn shrugs. “We do,” he says blithely. “But we can’t afford to be reckless about it, either.” He won’t be; but the two Arcobaleno in front of him will. Perhaps not Lal – but Colonello, certainly.

In his head, Reborn makes a timetable of deaths, and he knows whose will come first.

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Paul Van Dyk (The Innovators Series (3 - Veda Simpson - Oohhh Baby (Paul Van Dyk Remix)

botling
2008-01-26 02:26 am UTC (link)

Byakuran's smile is something that can only loosely be termed one. There is nothing particularly kind or gentle about it and the only happiness it seems to reflect is the happiness of a man who enjoys the pain he is about to inflict.

He brushes a hand against the pale skin of Mukuro's chest. It was a pity, really, that he'd had to bleed him so thoroughly earlier. Some men just simply didn't know how to stay down, even when asked nicely.

It's alright, though. He didn't need Mukuro to be alive for that long beyond this. Idly, he'd toyed with the idea of keeping the other man alive, just enough to see the glimmer of hatred, intelligent and hungry, Mukuro's eyes. It was a pity that Mukuro was too dangerous for that sort of game.

"I don't really intend to keep you for very long, my dear mist guardian," he murmured, eyes glazed with an imperialistic air of superiority. Mukuro was but an animal that needed to be confined and the mafia had never understood just how to do that, not like Byakuran did.

He pressed a cold hand against Mukuro's cheek, rubbing a soft thumb against the sharp angles of the other man's face.

"You were a fun game to play, perhaps even more fun than any of the guardians will present to be, but...," he leaned in, pressing closer against the other, "Don't think for a second that you were any different from the mafia trash you consider yourself so above."

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Mason Williams - Classical Gas

botling
2008-01-26 02:31 am UTC (link)

At first, he'd never intended on keeping either of them. A boy on his own couldn't survive for very long as it was, but when burdened by others, there wasn't much of a chance. Besides, he was hardly anything but normal. The other two, despite the experiments the Estraneo had subjected them to, could survive in a normal environment.

He'd told them so, in a measured tone that was much like the one the scientists had used when speaking to them.

Perhaps, that's why it had been so easy for them to disobey.

And, perhaps, Mukuro mused, idly, that had been his intention all along.

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Too Much Blood || Wednesday 13

bellumina
2008-01-26 02:31 am UTC (link)

There are eighteen bottles of booze around him today. Gokudera has counted, and he keeps a running tally and on and off bets with Bianchi about when he will beat his own record. Last time, she won – Gokudera hadn’t expected Shamal to go through that many bottles on a Monday morning, but clearly, he was wrong.

“Wake up!” he shouts in the doctor’s ear, and the scruffy man only makes a movement when Gokudera kicks him in the back with the steel-toed boots his father had bought him for his birthday.

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Outro (Against All Gods Tour) || Marilyn Manson

bellumina
2008-01-26 02:37 am UTC (link)

“I have been to all the levels of hell.”

He sounds like a preacher, thinks Chikusa, but he listens with rapt attention to the evangelical anarchist standing in front of him. He is a rebel, a child of the underworld. The Antichrist.

“They care nothing about us; they think we aren’t worth their time. But we have power.”

When Mukuro is on their side, Chikusa knows, they cannot lose. They have the knowledge, the strength, the charisma. They cannot lose, no matter what obstacles block their way to greatness.

“And with that power,” (and here his red eye glints with a pleasure taken from the enthusiasm he instills in his follower), “we will turn this world to our advantage.”

And Chikusa believes.

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Cibo Matto - Sugar Water

botling
2008-01-26 02:37 am UTC (link)

She was a summer's breeze and he'd never really understood the saying until he'd seen her for the first time. Kyoko was truly perfect in his eyes, from the first day of school when she'd helped him with the handouts from their teacher to even now with her face creased in the slightest mark of concern.

He hated to see that look on her face. He didn't even know why she was here in the first place. Tsuna scratched his head with an irritated sigh. It made no sense.

Well, the whole thing didn't make any sense. Why bring people from the past to the future in the first place? But, most of all why bring someone like Kyoko? She wasn't supposed to be involved with any of this. She was just supposed to be a normal girl, living a happy life.

He hated the idea that she'd been pulled into this because of him, because he was so useless and he didn't even know what his future self had been thinking doing this to them all.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, taking the laundry basket from her.

"Ah? Did you say something, Sawada-kun?" she asked, blinking.

"Aha! Nothing at all. I just..."

She shook her head, placing her hands over his, "I just know... somehow you'll make this turn out all right. I have faith in you."

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Squirrel Nut Zippers - Meant to Be

botling
2008-01-26 02:43 am UTC (link)

Lambo liked a lot of things. From the sleek and shiny surfaces of the grenades he carried to the grimy-looking wrappers of grape candy that he stored away as if they might have some meaning someday. He had a veritable collection of things that were interesting or just looked fun at the time.

Giving him the ring was really as simple as setting it out for him to find, Reborn scoffed, perched and waiting for the other to come across it on accident. There was no need for him to get involved.

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Dilated || Atreyu

bellumina
2008-01-26 02:43 am UTC (link)

They see the sun.

It hurts their eyes and they block it out with sleeves and dirtied (bloodied) arms, fingers coated in grime and soot and carnage. They squint.

It has been a long time since they saw true daylight. The prison is a dark and dank place, kept alive and decent only because of Mukuro’s mental presence. He is there, in spirit – but now he will be there in body, now they will be able to leave and meet with him once more.

That man – he is Mukuro, just not in Mukuro’s body, this Lancia. Sometimes he’s Lancia, but mostly he’s Mukuro, and Ken finds that hilarious. Ken finds everything hilarious.

Chikusa thinks it’s interesting, the way Mukuro can control people, and sometimes, all he wants to know is what it feels like to be that vessel. Would he know about his presence? Would he feel him lurking in the back of his mind? Would he be able to hold conversations with him? Or would it just be darkness, as he trusts Mukuro with his mind and body?

Chikusa wouldn’t mind any of the options, he thinks, and he follows Ken towards their waiting Puppeteer.

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The Shins - Kissing the Lipless

botling
2008-01-26 02:47 am UTC (link)

Squalo was really too ugly to be mistaken for a girl, Belphegor had mused on the rare occasion that the other was. But, he didn't really mind that much when other people were stupid enough to make that mistake. It was always funny to watch as Squalo exploded in a fury of noise and violence.

That was the only time he was really pretty, Belphegor felt. It was what he liked best, watching those small eyes widen and sharpen as Squalo realized an insult. It was even better when it came from Xanxus. He liked it best when the shark was dripping wet or, even better, bleeding.

But, he took what he could get. And, if there was no Xanxus around to get him going, Belphegor didn't mind stirring up a bit of trouble just to see Squalo react, to hear that bare lilt of surprise and fear at his sudden appearance before the rage came.

That was what Belphegor really loved about him.

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Lust Stings || Les Claypool

bellumina
2008-01-26 02:50 am UTC (link)

He presses his fingers into the marshmallow thoughtfully. Things are getting interesting, Byakuran thinks, and he smiles.

“Rokudo Mukuro~,” he smiles, speaking to no one in particular, though he’s well aware that the so-called Leonardo Lippi is lurking outside the door. “My, my, my, such an intelligent, strong figure. I wonder how he does what he does – that whole possession thing. Isn’t he just a fascinating subject?”

There is no response, and Byakuran tilts his head over the edge of the armchair in which he’s seated. “I said, Leo-kun, isn’t he fascinating?”

Leo blinks, and then smiles uncertainly. It’s a pity. Byakuran has to lament the loss of a young man who could’ve turned out to be such a loyal subject. But that’s neither here nor there – he is an extension of Mukuro, and so he must perish as a consequence.

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