[fic] Vampyre AU: Night Sky
Nov. 26th, 2005 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimp*sings* "All I want for Christmas is 20 plus temps, 20 plus temps, 20 plus temps...."
20 Celsius, that is. About 68 fahrenheit. It's supposed to be Spring, dammit!
Um. Threesome? I have no clue, they hit me over the head with this and ran off snickering.
The nights of the new moon were the worst.
Probably the fact that there was no reflected daylight in the night's sky to quiet the urgings of the supposedly quelled blood. Perhaps it was just psychological. But what ever it was, the nights of the new moon were the worst for Kuroba.
Which meant that they were the worst for Hakuba as well.
Hakuba was parasitically linked to the Magician, what ever Kuroba felt, he felt as well. And what ever Kuroba felt, Kuroba felt deeply. Between the core and the surface, those feelings were filtered, shifted and masked, so what appeared on Kuroba's face was occasionally what he was feeling, but not often. Kuroba was bright as well, as smart as Hakuba was, in his own way, but he felt first.
He'd learned to read Kuroba, not by his face because of that, but of what ever the violet-eyed former half-vamp was feeling. There was a slightly guilty sensation, if he was capable of feeling any honest emotion, to experience the world through Kuroba's emotions, but it was better than feeling nothing at all.
There had been a brief time during the first few weeks following Hakuba's death and subsequent dependance on the Magician when Kuroba had attempted to filter his own emotions, so as to not inflict them upon Hakuba. Hakuba had taken him aside and in no uncertain terms asked him to not to do so.
Hakuba was the ruthlessly logical one, had been before his death and continued to be so. To be bereft of emotion, even someone else's was was a bit like suddenly being stuck watching nothing but static after watching colour television all your life. To feel what Kuroba felt was like watching black and white television, but it was better than mere static or numbness. He was numb enough as it was already. Eating, drinking, sleeping and tactile sensitively were already forbidden to him, he'd cling to what traces of sanity he could.
"Thought I'd find you here." He commented mildly, stepping on to the school rooftop. Kuroba was standing in the middle of the rooftop, a black shadow where no shadow should exist, staring at the star-filled sky.
Kuroba didn't answer. Hakuba hadn't expected him to. He walked out on roof, stopping less than an arm's length away from the brunette, watching the stars as well.
Usually the feeling was a mild one, a faint pull in the flow and the energies he got from Kuroba. But tonight, the pull was stronger, a craving, almost a hunger.
The vampire in Kuroba's blood, though faint, was still present. And nights like tonight, it liked to make itself known.
Mixed with that hunger was hatred, a dark self-loathing, for feeling that. For wanting to give in, to go out and feed. Kuroba never did, but the urge was still there.
"I want to -bite-." Kuroba finally growled, his body tense. Hakuba could almost feel the same ache in his own teeth, just from Kuroba's voice, to want to bury his own teeth into soft resilient flesh. He thought about it for a moment, then came to a decision.
"So do so." He said placidly, reaching up and undoing his tie, then the top few buttons of his shirt, pulling the stiff collar away from his neck, baring it to the summer air. He couldn't feel the air's temperature, but memory said that it should be warm.
Astonishment flooded through him as Kuroba turned, his eyes huge in shock and a vague bit of twisted lust/horror. "You can not hurt me." Hakuba reminded him blandly. Hakuba had no blood flow of which to drink from on the rare off chance that the faint points of Kuroba's teeth should break skin. What would it hurt? Hakuba was dead. If there was any damage to his body, Kuroba could heal it within a matter of minutes anyway.
What ever Kuroba felt, Hakuba felt. Why should they both suffer if there was a compromise or a solution at hand anyway?
Kuroba's eyes seemed to glow red for a moment, the Magician's mouth opening slightly as Kuroba took a step closer. The red glow faded as Kuroba stopped, forcing everything back, pulling everything down to the point where Hakuba couldn't feel any trace of emotion. It was a bit like being slapped in the face for making a improper suggestion.
"Don't..." Kuroba closed his eyes, taking a deep breath through his nose, releasing it from his mouth. "Don't make suggestions like that." The voice was calm, the Magician's masks firmly in place.
"Is that an order?" Hakuba questioned. Kuroba had given him one order since Hakuba had been bound to him, before blunting informing Hakuba that he wasn't going to give him any orders. It was really more of a request than an order, but it was one Hakuba had chosen to obey.
Kuroba had asked him to make sure that he didn't harm anyone. That request was to supersede any other requests or orders Kuroba gave him.
But as Hakuba's 'Master', Kuroba could control what Hakuba did, what actions he could perform. Kuroba chose not to, but Hakuba was still highly aware of the possibility.
He got a trickle of irritation for the question. "No." Kuroba sulked slightly, as if insulted.
"Then what is the problem?" Hakuba questioned. "You can't hurt me, it will make you feel better and I honestly do not mind."
Kuroba let out a sharp bitter laugh, little more than a bark. "Dammit, Hakuba. You're not my chew toy."
"No." Hakuba agreed. He paused for a moment, trying to think of a good way to put it. He felt what Kuroba felt. He was bound to Kuroba, most likely until the Magician's death. He was indebted Kuroba for freeing him from the ones who killed him, for giving him even this half life and didn't have many ways to pay him back. He had respected Kuroba before everything went horror movie-ish and he respected even more him now. "... But I could be."
This time he got a more genuine sounding snicker. "You sure?" Kuroba asked, the trickle of irritation turning to one of uncertainty.
"Yes."
Kuroba's shoulders slumped in sudden relaxation, the barriers lowering again. Hakuba could almost taste the hunger once more, the urge for blood, with an ache for a bit of destruction on the side. Hakuba pulled the collar away from his neck again, baring the collar bone. Before even his unnatural senses could react, Kuroba's teeth were sinking into the skin there, pressing against the collar bone in a way that would have been painful if he still feel past the vague sense of pressure.
The spike of pleasure/relief he got from Kuroba was so intense he gasped in response. Kuroba growled in irritation, lifting his mouth from his neck and Hakuba grabbed the back of the brunette's head, pushing back where it had been. Kuroba did just that, biting down at the top of Hakuba's shoulder, where it met neck, fingers grabbing and releasing the fabric of Hakuba's long coat like a kneading happy cat.
There was no blood, like Hakuba had said, but the pressure of cool flesh against Kuroba's teeth was enough to satisfy the brunette's cravings. Hakuba was feeling pleasantly buzzed from it, absently petting and nibbling on Kuroba in return. Kuroba wasn't bothering to filter or hide anything from him, so it was a bit like a closed circuit, feeding off of each other. He felt good because Kuroba felt good, so he made Kuroba feel good, which made him feel good, so he made Kuroba feel good...
He heard the door to the roof open, a soft footstep on the cement. He twisted his head to see Aoko standing at the door way, staring at them. Her eyes were wide and he realised what it must look like to her, seeing two of her best friends apparently making out on a rooftop. Two of her MALE best friends, who most of the time were snarking at each other.
"You're welcome to join us." He offered, his voice even as he carded the hair at the back of Kuroba's neck with his fingers. Kuroba licked his neck, looking up at the intruder, a pleasant hazy feeling coming off of him in waves. The pleasant feeling disappeared, plummeting as if the world had suddenly dropped out from under them.
"a-Aoko." Kuroba breathed, his grasp on Hakuba tightening briefly before letting go. He did not step back, much to Hakuba's private peace of mind.
"I saw Hakuba-kun come up here." She whispered, her own hands clenched into fists pressed against her chest. "I thought... I thought something might be wrong..."
"Kuroba's having a bad night." Hakuba unwrapped one arm from around Kaito to offer his hand to her. Despair and panic pounded off of Kuroba, although the depth of it did not show on the Magician's face. Kuroba may have been fond of Hakuba, but he loved Aoko with a passion he kept guarded from even himself. If this went bad, it would hurt all of them deeply. "Join us?"
"I... er... um... okay." She stepped forward, taking his hand. He pulled her towards them, enveloping her in their circle. Her posture radiated confusion, but there was trust and acceptance there too. "Anything I can do?"
He nuzzled her hair, silently urging her to do the same for Kuroba. Things had been building for a while, spending more time with each other, being in each other's space or just on each other in general. He would have been blind and a lousy detective not to have seen it.
Aoko reached out, wrapping an arm around Kuroba's waist and resting her head on his shoulder, probably what it had looked to her like Kuroba and he had been doing earlier. Minus the whole teeth and nibbling on each other bit. Hakuba rested his lips against Kuroba's hair, relaxing as Kuroba did so. Awe, relief and comfort seeped from the Magician, who wrapped an arm around Aoko as well.
The three of them just held each other for a while, weight shifting from one to the other. The holding shifted to tentative caresses and somewhere along the line Hakuba lost his jacket as padding from the concrete roof as they shifted to a more horizontal position. It was a bit like managing three times as many limbs as usual, some sort of six armed, six legged creature, but they managed.
Caresses graduated into minor petting and some nuzzling. When Kuroba's energies shifted back into hunger while he was nuzzling Aoko's neck, Hakuba bit him on the shoulder, a sudden reminder. It worked, hunger shifting back into shame, then comfort again. It was innocent feeling, overlaid with the spiciness of the possibility of more later.
Aoko finally yawned, drifting off to sleep, the three of them curled up around each other in an extricable mess. Neither of the others had goose-bumps or appeared to be shivering, so Hakuba surmised it was warm enough not to worry about needing blankets. He couldn't tell temperature, freezing was the same as broiling to him.
Kuroba followed her with a muttered request to wake them in a little while, leaving Hakuba to watch over them and watch the stars change. He missed sleep sometimes. Occasionally he could mentally drift enough to achieve a partially dreaming state, but that was rare. And as ways to spend the night went, it wasn't bad. Psychology textbooks said that physical contact was beneficial to maintaining mental stability.
Except he was dead, so he wasn't quite sure just what exactly 'mental stability' meant for him.
Aoko broke him out of his musings by waking up, blinking blurrily at first Kuroba and then him. Kuroba had insinuated himself in the middle, or they had insinuated him into the middle, he still wasn't sure, but he still had an arm and part of a leg in contact with her. "Your skin is cold." She commented softly, her fingertips resting against the inside of his wrist, where the pulse usually was.
Which was probably why Kuroba was in the middle in the first place, to avoid her from realising that oh gee, he didn't have a -heart beat-. "It usually is."
"Oh."
He mentally prepared himself for the barrage of questions to follow. He couldn't really see a way out of them, she was bound to find out what he was eventually and ask him to leave. She and Kuroba had been friends forever, heading for more long before his arrival. He was the interloper, the leech. It was only proper that he be the one to bow out and let their relationship continue it's proper course.
She smiled peacefully at him, resting her head back on Kuroba. "Then I'll sleep next to you in the summer time." She yawned. "And next to Kaito in the winter."
.... Or she could have come to her own conclusions and decisions, in her own simple way. He wondered if Kuroba was aware.
"All right." He agreed. She nodded at him and went back to sleep, hugging his arm.
Emotion, Logic and Simplicity? Id, Ego, and Super Ego? Something. Threesome.
They'd figure it out somehow.
-fin-
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20 Celsius, that is. About 68 fahrenheit. It's supposed to be Spring, dammit!
Um. Threesome? I have no clue, they hit me over the head with this and ran off snickering.
The nights of the new moon were the worst.
Probably the fact that there was no reflected daylight in the night's sky to quiet the urgings of the supposedly quelled blood. Perhaps it was just psychological. But what ever it was, the nights of the new moon were the worst for Kuroba.
Which meant that they were the worst for Hakuba as well.
Hakuba was parasitically linked to the Magician, what ever Kuroba felt, he felt as well. And what ever Kuroba felt, Kuroba felt deeply. Between the core and the surface, those feelings were filtered, shifted and masked, so what appeared on Kuroba's face was occasionally what he was feeling, but not often. Kuroba was bright as well, as smart as Hakuba was, in his own way, but he felt first.
He'd learned to read Kuroba, not by his face because of that, but of what ever the violet-eyed former half-vamp was feeling. There was a slightly guilty sensation, if he was capable of feeling any honest emotion, to experience the world through Kuroba's emotions, but it was better than feeling nothing at all.
There had been a brief time during the first few weeks following Hakuba's death and subsequent dependance on the Magician when Kuroba had attempted to filter his own emotions, so as to not inflict them upon Hakuba. Hakuba had taken him aside and in no uncertain terms asked him to not to do so.
Hakuba was the ruthlessly logical one, had been before his death and continued to be so. To be bereft of emotion, even someone else's was was a bit like suddenly being stuck watching nothing but static after watching colour television all your life. To feel what Kuroba felt was like watching black and white television, but it was better than mere static or numbness. He was numb enough as it was already. Eating, drinking, sleeping and tactile sensitively were already forbidden to him, he'd cling to what traces of sanity he could.
"Thought I'd find you here." He commented mildly, stepping on to the school rooftop. Kuroba was standing in the middle of the rooftop, a black shadow where no shadow should exist, staring at the star-filled sky.
Kuroba didn't answer. Hakuba hadn't expected him to. He walked out on roof, stopping less than an arm's length away from the brunette, watching the stars as well.
Usually the feeling was a mild one, a faint pull in the flow and the energies he got from Kuroba. But tonight, the pull was stronger, a craving, almost a hunger.
The vampire in Kuroba's blood, though faint, was still present. And nights like tonight, it liked to make itself known.
Mixed with that hunger was hatred, a dark self-loathing, for feeling that. For wanting to give in, to go out and feed. Kuroba never did, but the urge was still there.
"I want to -bite-." Kuroba finally growled, his body tense. Hakuba could almost feel the same ache in his own teeth, just from Kuroba's voice, to want to bury his own teeth into soft resilient flesh. He thought about it for a moment, then came to a decision.
"So do so." He said placidly, reaching up and undoing his tie, then the top few buttons of his shirt, pulling the stiff collar away from his neck, baring it to the summer air. He couldn't feel the air's temperature, but memory said that it should be warm.
Astonishment flooded through him as Kuroba turned, his eyes huge in shock and a vague bit of twisted lust/horror. "You can not hurt me." Hakuba reminded him blandly. Hakuba had no blood flow of which to drink from on the rare off chance that the faint points of Kuroba's teeth should break skin. What would it hurt? Hakuba was dead. If there was any damage to his body, Kuroba could heal it within a matter of minutes anyway.
What ever Kuroba felt, Hakuba felt. Why should they both suffer if there was a compromise or a solution at hand anyway?
Kuroba's eyes seemed to glow red for a moment, the Magician's mouth opening slightly as Kuroba took a step closer. The red glow faded as Kuroba stopped, forcing everything back, pulling everything down to the point where Hakuba couldn't feel any trace of emotion. It was a bit like being slapped in the face for making a improper suggestion.
"Don't..." Kuroba closed his eyes, taking a deep breath through his nose, releasing it from his mouth. "Don't make suggestions like that." The voice was calm, the Magician's masks firmly in place.
"Is that an order?" Hakuba questioned. Kuroba had given him one order since Hakuba had been bound to him, before blunting informing Hakuba that he wasn't going to give him any orders. It was really more of a request than an order, but it was one Hakuba had chosen to obey.
Kuroba had asked him to make sure that he didn't harm anyone. That request was to supersede any other requests or orders Kuroba gave him.
But as Hakuba's 'Master', Kuroba could control what Hakuba did, what actions he could perform. Kuroba chose not to, but Hakuba was still highly aware of the possibility.
He got a trickle of irritation for the question. "No." Kuroba sulked slightly, as if insulted.
"Then what is the problem?" Hakuba questioned. "You can't hurt me, it will make you feel better and I honestly do not mind."
Kuroba let out a sharp bitter laugh, little more than a bark. "Dammit, Hakuba. You're not my chew toy."
"No." Hakuba agreed. He paused for a moment, trying to think of a good way to put it. He felt what Kuroba felt. He was bound to Kuroba, most likely until the Magician's death. He was indebted Kuroba for freeing him from the ones who killed him, for giving him even this half life and didn't have many ways to pay him back. He had respected Kuroba before everything went horror movie-ish and he respected even more him now. "... But I could be."
This time he got a more genuine sounding snicker. "You sure?" Kuroba asked, the trickle of irritation turning to one of uncertainty.
"Yes."
Kuroba's shoulders slumped in sudden relaxation, the barriers lowering again. Hakuba could almost taste the hunger once more, the urge for blood, with an ache for a bit of destruction on the side. Hakuba pulled the collar away from his neck again, baring the collar bone. Before even his unnatural senses could react, Kuroba's teeth were sinking into the skin there, pressing against the collar bone in a way that would have been painful if he still feel past the vague sense of pressure.
The spike of pleasure/relief he got from Kuroba was so intense he gasped in response. Kuroba growled in irritation, lifting his mouth from his neck and Hakuba grabbed the back of the brunette's head, pushing back where it had been. Kuroba did just that, biting down at the top of Hakuba's shoulder, where it met neck, fingers grabbing and releasing the fabric of Hakuba's long coat like a kneading happy cat.
There was no blood, like Hakuba had said, but the pressure of cool flesh against Kuroba's teeth was enough to satisfy the brunette's cravings. Hakuba was feeling pleasantly buzzed from it, absently petting and nibbling on Kuroba in return. Kuroba wasn't bothering to filter or hide anything from him, so it was a bit like a closed circuit, feeding off of each other. He felt good because Kuroba felt good, so he made Kuroba feel good, which made him feel good, so he made Kuroba feel good...
He heard the door to the roof open, a soft footstep on the cement. He twisted his head to see Aoko standing at the door way, staring at them. Her eyes were wide and he realised what it must look like to her, seeing two of her best friends apparently making out on a rooftop. Two of her MALE best friends, who most of the time were snarking at each other.
"You're welcome to join us." He offered, his voice even as he carded the hair at the back of Kuroba's neck with his fingers. Kuroba licked his neck, looking up at the intruder, a pleasant hazy feeling coming off of him in waves. The pleasant feeling disappeared, plummeting as if the world had suddenly dropped out from under them.
"a-Aoko." Kuroba breathed, his grasp on Hakuba tightening briefly before letting go. He did not step back, much to Hakuba's private peace of mind.
"I saw Hakuba-kun come up here." She whispered, her own hands clenched into fists pressed against her chest. "I thought... I thought something might be wrong..."
"Kuroba's having a bad night." Hakuba unwrapped one arm from around Kaito to offer his hand to her. Despair and panic pounded off of Kuroba, although the depth of it did not show on the Magician's face. Kuroba may have been fond of Hakuba, but he loved Aoko with a passion he kept guarded from even himself. If this went bad, it would hurt all of them deeply. "Join us?"
"I... er... um... okay." She stepped forward, taking his hand. He pulled her towards them, enveloping her in their circle. Her posture radiated confusion, but there was trust and acceptance there too. "Anything I can do?"
He nuzzled her hair, silently urging her to do the same for Kuroba. Things had been building for a while, spending more time with each other, being in each other's space or just on each other in general. He would have been blind and a lousy detective not to have seen it.
Aoko reached out, wrapping an arm around Kuroba's waist and resting her head on his shoulder, probably what it had looked to her like Kuroba and he had been doing earlier. Minus the whole teeth and nibbling on each other bit. Hakuba rested his lips against Kuroba's hair, relaxing as Kuroba did so. Awe, relief and comfort seeped from the Magician, who wrapped an arm around Aoko as well.
The three of them just held each other for a while, weight shifting from one to the other. The holding shifted to tentative caresses and somewhere along the line Hakuba lost his jacket as padding from the concrete roof as they shifted to a more horizontal position. It was a bit like managing three times as many limbs as usual, some sort of six armed, six legged creature, but they managed.
Caresses graduated into minor petting and some nuzzling. When Kuroba's energies shifted back into hunger while he was nuzzling Aoko's neck, Hakuba bit him on the shoulder, a sudden reminder. It worked, hunger shifting back into shame, then comfort again. It was innocent feeling, overlaid with the spiciness of the possibility of more later.
Aoko finally yawned, drifting off to sleep, the three of them curled up around each other in an extricable mess. Neither of the others had goose-bumps or appeared to be shivering, so Hakuba surmised it was warm enough not to worry about needing blankets. He couldn't tell temperature, freezing was the same as broiling to him.
Kuroba followed her with a muttered request to wake them in a little while, leaving Hakuba to watch over them and watch the stars change. He missed sleep sometimes. Occasionally he could mentally drift enough to achieve a partially dreaming state, but that was rare. And as ways to spend the night went, it wasn't bad. Psychology textbooks said that physical contact was beneficial to maintaining mental stability.
Except he was dead, so he wasn't quite sure just what exactly 'mental stability' meant for him.
Aoko broke him out of his musings by waking up, blinking blurrily at first Kuroba and then him. Kuroba had insinuated himself in the middle, or they had insinuated him into the middle, he still wasn't sure, but he still had an arm and part of a leg in contact with her. "Your skin is cold." She commented softly, her fingertips resting against the inside of his wrist, where the pulse usually was.
Which was probably why Kuroba was in the middle in the first place, to avoid her from realising that oh gee, he didn't have a -heart beat-. "It usually is."
"Oh."
He mentally prepared himself for the barrage of questions to follow. He couldn't really see a way out of them, she was bound to find out what he was eventually and ask him to leave. She and Kuroba had been friends forever, heading for more long before his arrival. He was the interloper, the leech. It was only proper that he be the one to bow out and let their relationship continue it's proper course.
She smiled peacefully at him, resting her head back on Kuroba. "Then I'll sleep next to you in the summer time." She yawned. "And next to Kaito in the winter."
.... Or she could have come to her own conclusions and decisions, in her own simple way. He wondered if Kuroba was aware.
"All right." He agreed. She nodded at him and went back to sleep, hugging his arm.
Emotion, Logic and Simplicity? Id, Ego, and Super Ego? Something. Threesome.
They'd figure it out somehow.
-fin-
To be posted on
manycases1truth when we're not running out the door.
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Date: 2005-11-25 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-25 11:57 pm (UTC)Dammit, I don't know where this went. Was up until 3am writing it, the stupid plunnie. ~_~
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Date: 2005-11-25 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-26 12:03 am (UTC)Glad it was interesting!
*wanders off to look for a baseball bat to throttle the characters*
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Date: 2005-11-26 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-26 03:59 am (UTC)Hope your mood/day has gotten better since then!
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Date: 2005-11-26 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-25 10:37 pm (UTC)'t's good!
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Date: 2005-11-25 11:56 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2005-11-26 12:06 am (UTC)leechbarnicle*It's sad that Hakuba can't really feel anything for himself now ;_; Still, at least he has Kaito and Aoko.
Also, teensy nitpick: should be Id, Ego, and Super Ego, not Super Id.
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Date: 2005-11-26 03:54 am (UTC)Like I said to Mati, these jokers kept me up until 3am. ~_~ if that's the only mistake in there, I'm gonna count it as damn lucky. *strangles the guys*
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Date: 2005-11-26 03:32 am (UTC)Sequel? Oh cMON, you *KNOW* you want to write an all-three-of-them-wake-up-in-one-bed morning-after fic; go ahead! C'moooooooonnnnnn... **runs like hell, laughing the whole way**
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Date: 2005-11-26 03:57 am (UTC)I'm gonna hafta go back and re-edit the vamp Beach fic, to mention the part about Hakuba trying to return to England, then finding that if he gets too far away from Kuroba, he goes back to being un-animated.
>P So there.
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Date: 2005-11-26 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-26 04:35 am (UTC)...Dear God, why am I getting plunnied for that? D:
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Date: 2005-11-26 04:43 am (UTC)I'm STILL waiting for someone to say 'ew, gross' with a threesome with a dead Hakuba, but when it was first brought up, we got drooling instead.
Hm... maybe that whole 'What Kuroba feels, Hakuba feels' thing hadn't quite been explained enough then....
But it makes a twisted amount of sense, because there's not really a way for Hakuba to really have a relationship with anyone else at this point. ~_~
Dammit, why can't we get Heiji/Kazuha werewolf smut plunnies?
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Date: 2005-11-26 05:11 am (UTC)Seriously, how far am I allowed to go with this? Because I've got two ideas for this, one crack and one ...less crack.
*headdesk
because plunnied again, whut* Maybe for New Year's. Just how furry does Heiji get during the full moon, anyway?no subject
Date: 2005-11-26 06:19 am (UTC)*mental picture, Kuroba, Hakuba and Aoko getting hot and heavy*
*suddenly everything stop*
Kuroba: Uh... Hakuba? Your dick fell off...
*thuds head on desk*
Um... as fuzzy as you wanna make him? Half-wolfish. ^^;
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Date: 2005-11-27 09:36 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-29 06:18 am (UTC)Yeah, detachable penis as a chew toy is kinda a disturbing thought really... ^^;;
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Date: 2005-11-26 04:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-28 01:04 am (UTC)There's some controversy currently in the Rugby world because evidently the Scotish fans think the last move in the new Haka (a thumb slice across the throat) is too vulgar.
And -they're- the one's playing Bagpipes before the matches. >D
Check this link for more information:
http://www.haka.co.nz/haka.php
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Date: 2005-11-26 07:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-27 05:58 am (UTC)Can I just say I ♥ your Aoko? She's really very lovely.
And a minisquee for a little Kaito/Aoko love. There's not a lot of it lately, it seems.
It's always nice to see something from Vampyre. I think this and the
PWPPYP universes are my favorite, although the Wound series makes me squeal in perverse pleasure.Did you ever get a chance to see the crackfic I wrote for you?
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Date: 2005-11-29 06:21 am (UTC)Actually, can't think of a single thing to say to your wonderful review, we're speachless.
That reminds me, we need to finish PYP... -_-
Crack fic?! 0_0 what? where?
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Date: 2005-12-01 05:53 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-29 06:40 am (UTC)Still have one more Vampyre humour fic in progress!!! XD
Think we're gonna hafta write some stats for VampyreAU!Hakuba. For one thing, what is he gonna do when everyone around him ages and he doesn't?
Glad you liked it! XD