[fic snip: belling kaitou]*Shock*
Jul. 22nd, 2003 12:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimp*keels over in shock*
Posted that little Naruto fic we wrote a while back on ff.net yesterday as a 'why not?' type of thing.
Is currently at 12 reviews. *boggles*
... most of them are comments about being impressed that we did research, which strikes us as odd. Why wouldn't someone do research for a story? (or in this case, the fic came from the reading) Am wondering if this says something about the fandom... o_O
But I'm really very surprised that people liked it THAT much. Think we've gotten used to just getting a couple of reviews and that's it.
Just... wow... *little chant starts up "omg!!omg!!omg!!omg!!omg!!"*
Anyway, the start of the Belling the Kat fic, simply because it's been bugging me since before we started on 'Coming Back'. (which we will finish, promise.)
Think it takes place in the same universe as 'Grey', so Hakuba knows Kaito is the Kid....
For the briefest of inane moments, Kaito wondered why the panties had betrayed him.
Then reality re-inserted itself and he flipped to avoid Aoko's fist flying towards his head for flipping her skirt in the first place.
He spared a glance to glance at Hakuba, who seemed to be smirking in victory. He gave a little motion of his hand, little more than a twitch really, a small tact permission to continue with the daily dance.
He supposed he should be grateful to the blond detective for that, but he didn't feel like it as he dodged Aoko's swinging broom.
Loser of the bet was the other's slave and had to do what ever the other said for three days. Koizumi had originally urged for a week, but Hakuba had talked her down, something he was currently grateful for even as he wasn't quite sure why the heck the crimson-eyed girl's option mattered in a bet between the two boys.
It still didn't make sense though. Aoko had been wearing plain white panties for -weeks- now, in an effort to discourage him from flipping her skirt to see what colour they were that day. Why had she suddenly decided on TODAY of all days to wear pale blue?
Of course, he probably should have realised that the odds would be against him when the bet had come up in the first place. Hakuba was a detective after all, and he rarely took bets he thought he couldn't win. 'Know your enemies' his father had said, and while Hakuba wasn't exactly an enemy while at school, he was at the very least a friendly rival.
Stupid ego. He just had to prove he knew better, didn't he? And Hakuba always seemed to know exactly the right thing to say to get him riled up too.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
"Aoko-chan!" Keiko called, waving and cutting their dance short. Dammit, he didn't really want to go back to his seat just yet... But Aoko took the distraction and wandered off, taking the mop with her.
Dang it.
"You really should apologise, you know." Hakuba commented as he stalked back to his seat, his tone deceptively mild. No, Hakuba wouldn't gloat, never...
... and he wasn't sulking. Right. And there was a swarm of flying pigs out side the window...
"Is that an order?" He asked, making sure to keep his voice level as he threw himself into his seat, just because he knew it annoyed the other boy when he sprawled all over the chair instead of sitting properly.
"Never." Hakuba paused, raising an eyebrow. "You -are- keeping to our agreement then?" The expression spoke of quiet amazement.
"I agreed, didn't I?" He shot back. Okay, so Hakuba knew, or thought he knew that he was the Kid, but just because he was a thief didn't mean his word wasn't good. Neither he or the Kid had ever failed in keeping their word once they'd chosen a course of action. Even if said course sucked rotten eggs.
The blond nodded. "True. I'm glad."
Kaito did a double take. Hakuba had actually looked... relieved for a second. Almost grateful. Like he was expected a hard battle and had just gotten word that it wasn't going to take place.
Hakuba's expression quickly shifted into a more expected mischievous smug expression and one of Kaito's eyebrow rose as he wondered if he had seen it properly in the first place. The possibility the detective was on drugs flittered past his mind as well. The wonders of Prozac and all that.
Or maybe he was just seeing things.
Hakuba leaned forward. "You know..." He said thoughtfully "I don't really need a slave for the next few days-"
Hope rose that he might escape this with some dignity intact, even as he questioned it.
"-but I -do- have an idea that suites you perfectly."
Hope crashed and was replaced by something akin to dread. While Hakuba wasn't known as the most creative of people, he still had the highest track record for messing up heists.
"Nakamori-kun!" Hakuba straighten and waved. "Could I borrow your new charm for a few days?"
Aoko looked up from her animated conversation with Keiko and blinked. "Uh... okay."
"Thank you." Hakuba stood up and walked over to Aoko's back, fiddling with one of the sides. Kaito leaned back to see what he was doing. "Stay there, please." The detective commanded, something cupped in one hand so he couldn't see what it was.
The eyebrow rose higher as Hakuba wandered over to the girls and said something in a soft voice. There was a pause from the girls, followed by several glances over in his direction and a nod from Hakuba, then the girls burst into a chorus of high-pitched laughter.
There was just something incredibly intimidating about a group of girls looking at you and giggling behind their hands. It was enough to make lesser men squirm. Running was looking really good around now, but that would have meant that Hakuba had won before the game had even started.
Then all the girls rose from their chairs and followed as Hakuba wandered back over, a small but definitely smug smile on his face. Kaito KNEW he was not going to like this as they surrounded his desk. Especially when Hakuba stopped directly behind him, just out of visual range. He corrected this by tilting his head back, face purposely expressionless to hide his trepidation. "Yeah?"
The girls giggled as Hakuba leaned over him, sliding something slightly cool around his neck, under the open uniform collar. Kaito tensed as the slight weight was tied around his neck like a loose choker. The girls giggled and happily clapped their hand together, making cooing sounds about how cute he was.
Koizumi helpfully ended his confusion by holding up a pocket mirror for him to see his new 'decoration'.
It was a bell. About three centimetres in diameter and a bright shiny violet colour that should have been un-natural to nature. The black ribbon holding it on wasn't so bad, but he really could have done without the bow on the side.
Then Hakuba smiled cheerfully and reached over to ruffle his hair with an overly familiar grace. "I always wanted a Kat-o." He said brightly in English.
The bell around his neck jingled.
Oh, hell no.
-tbc-
I've got one of those bells, BTW. In bright turquoise. ^_^
My apologies for not being online last night. Started doing some sewing while watching One Piece, and the next thing I knew, it was 10pm. ^^;; Hee.
Posted that little Naruto fic we wrote a while back on ff.net yesterday as a 'why not?' type of thing.
Is currently at 12 reviews. *boggles*
... most of them are comments about being impressed that we did research, which strikes us as odd. Why wouldn't someone do research for a story? (or in this case, the fic came from the reading) Am wondering if this says something about the fandom... o_O
But I'm really very surprised that people liked it THAT much. Think we've gotten used to just getting a couple of reviews and that's it.
Just... wow... *little chant starts up "omg!!omg!!omg!!omg!!omg!!"*
Anyway, the start of the Belling the Kat fic, simply because it's been bugging me since before we started on 'Coming Back'. (which we will finish, promise.)
Think it takes place in the same universe as 'Grey', so Hakuba knows Kaito is the Kid....
For the briefest of inane moments, Kaito wondered why the panties had betrayed him.
Then reality re-inserted itself and he flipped to avoid Aoko's fist flying towards his head for flipping her skirt in the first place.
He spared a glance to glance at Hakuba, who seemed to be smirking in victory. He gave a little motion of his hand, little more than a twitch really, a small tact permission to continue with the daily dance.
He supposed he should be grateful to the blond detective for that, but he didn't feel like it as he dodged Aoko's swinging broom.
Loser of the bet was the other's slave and had to do what ever the other said for three days. Koizumi had originally urged for a week, but Hakuba had talked her down, something he was currently grateful for even as he wasn't quite sure why the heck the crimson-eyed girl's option mattered in a bet between the two boys.
It still didn't make sense though. Aoko had been wearing plain white panties for -weeks- now, in an effort to discourage him from flipping her skirt to see what colour they were that day. Why had she suddenly decided on TODAY of all days to wear pale blue?
Of course, he probably should have realised that the odds would be against him when the bet had come up in the first place. Hakuba was a detective after all, and he rarely took bets he thought he couldn't win. 'Know your enemies' his father had said, and while Hakuba wasn't exactly an enemy while at school, he was at the very least a friendly rival.
Stupid ego. He just had to prove he knew better, didn't he? And Hakuba always seemed to know exactly the right thing to say to get him riled up too.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
"Aoko-chan!" Keiko called, waving and cutting their dance short. Dammit, he didn't really want to go back to his seat just yet... But Aoko took the distraction and wandered off, taking the mop with her.
Dang it.
"You really should apologise, you know." Hakuba commented as he stalked back to his seat, his tone deceptively mild. No, Hakuba wouldn't gloat, never...
... and he wasn't sulking. Right. And there was a swarm of flying pigs out side the window...
"Is that an order?" He asked, making sure to keep his voice level as he threw himself into his seat, just because he knew it annoyed the other boy when he sprawled all over the chair instead of sitting properly.
"Never." Hakuba paused, raising an eyebrow. "You -are- keeping to our agreement then?" The expression spoke of quiet amazement.
"I agreed, didn't I?" He shot back. Okay, so Hakuba knew, or thought he knew that he was the Kid, but just because he was a thief didn't mean his word wasn't good. Neither he or the Kid had ever failed in keeping their word once they'd chosen a course of action. Even if said course sucked rotten eggs.
The blond nodded. "True. I'm glad."
Kaito did a double take. Hakuba had actually looked... relieved for a second. Almost grateful. Like he was expected a hard battle and had just gotten word that it wasn't going to take place.
Hakuba's expression quickly shifted into a more expected mischievous smug expression and one of Kaito's eyebrow rose as he wondered if he had seen it properly in the first place. The possibility the detective was on drugs flittered past his mind as well. The wonders of Prozac and all that.
Or maybe he was just seeing things.
Hakuba leaned forward. "You know..." He said thoughtfully "I don't really need a slave for the next few days-"
Hope rose that he might escape this with some dignity intact, even as he questioned it.
"-but I -do- have an idea that suites you perfectly."
Hope crashed and was replaced by something akin to dread. While Hakuba wasn't known as the most creative of people, he still had the highest track record for messing up heists.
"Nakamori-kun!" Hakuba straighten and waved. "Could I borrow your new charm for a few days?"
Aoko looked up from her animated conversation with Keiko and blinked. "Uh... okay."
"Thank you." Hakuba stood up and walked over to Aoko's back, fiddling with one of the sides. Kaito leaned back to see what he was doing. "Stay there, please." The detective commanded, something cupped in one hand so he couldn't see what it was.
The eyebrow rose higher as Hakuba wandered over to the girls and said something in a soft voice. There was a pause from the girls, followed by several glances over in his direction and a nod from Hakuba, then the girls burst into a chorus of high-pitched laughter.
There was just something incredibly intimidating about a group of girls looking at you and giggling behind their hands. It was enough to make lesser men squirm. Running was looking really good around now, but that would have meant that Hakuba had won before the game had even started.
Then all the girls rose from their chairs and followed as Hakuba wandered back over, a small but definitely smug smile on his face. Kaito KNEW he was not going to like this as they surrounded his desk. Especially when Hakuba stopped directly behind him, just out of visual range. He corrected this by tilting his head back, face purposely expressionless to hide his trepidation. "Yeah?"
The girls giggled as Hakuba leaned over him, sliding something slightly cool around his neck, under the open uniform collar. Kaito tensed as the slight weight was tied around his neck like a loose choker. The girls giggled and happily clapped their hand together, making cooing sounds about how cute he was.
Koizumi helpfully ended his confusion by holding up a pocket mirror for him to see his new 'decoration'.
It was a bell. About three centimetres in diameter and a bright shiny violet colour that should have been un-natural to nature. The black ribbon holding it on wasn't so bad, but he really could have done without the bow on the side.
Then Hakuba smiled cheerfully and reached over to ruffle his hair with an overly familiar grace. "I always wanted a Kat-o." He said brightly in English.
The bell around his neck jingled.
Oh, hell no.
-tbc-
I've got one of those bells, BTW. In bright turquoise. ^_^
My apologies for not being online last night. Started doing some sewing while watching One Piece, and the next thing I knew, it was 10pm. ^^;; Hee.
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Face it, Icka.....
Date: 2003-07-22 11:57 pm (UTC)Okay. I *am* being cynical. Must go and reread all my old Ushio & Tora manga again to revive my flagging fanfic hopes.
no subject
Date: 2003-07-23 02:42 am (UTC)**blink, blink**
Date: 2003-07-23 03:25 pm (UTC)Re: **blink, blink**
Date: 2003-07-23 09:19 pm (UTC)Have you ever read the 'Complete Idiot's Guide to Fanfiction.net (as Hosted by Draco Malfoy)'?
http://papermoon.crackerbox.nu/completeidiotsguide.html
Don't read it for the insuations that Draco's sleeping with Harry, or the buff Quidditch players wandering around in Figleaves, or the random Draco bishie moments.
Read it because it's so true it BURNS. *cracks up laughing* ^___^
((GLOMPS!))
-ICKA! the IMP
Re: **blink, blink**
Date: 2003-07-24 01:35 am (UTC)And you're right, bad fics cause more trouble than they're worth.
U & T
Date: 2003-07-23 05:56 pm (UTC)Ushio and Tora is such a yummy series. Why didn't they make more of it!? WAIL!
And research is really good. But finding useful sites can be a huge pain....like sorting through 50 sites to find the 1 good one. Which is probably what discourages most people from doing it. And even then, sometimes sites give conflicting information. Or just wrong information. You have no idea how many different spellings I came across for Schuldich when researching a White Cross fic! 30 different sites and 12 different spellings!!!!!!!!
And while looking up One Piece this morning...found lots of wrong info on TONS of sites. Gives me a headache.
Now please pardon me while I hunt down and kill the Guys from Conan in Leather and the Sanji/Zoro/Luffy plot bunnies. ICKA! I offically dub thee "Breeder of Rabid Plot Bunnies"