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ONE. list your characters (journal names optional).
TWO. others reply with one of those characters or a pairing for you to write; platonic or romantic is up to you.
THREE. pick five cliché AUs from this list (complete with explanations!), and write something of any length - a sentence, a paragraph, a drabble, or a full-length ficlet, if you'd prefer - for each of those five AUs, involving that character or pairing.
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Nill |
Miharu Rokujo |
Xion |
Italy Romano |
Chidori Yoshino |
Belarus |
Minatsuki Takami |
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ONE. [chibified]
He jumps down from the top platform, ignoring the fireman's pole, ducks under the slippery-slide and peers around the noughts-and-crosses to find a little blonde girl sitting in the woodchip with her elbows scraped, her skirts ripped, a bruise on her cheek and her knees pulled up to her chest.
He's not really thinking very much (Don't talk to any strangers, at all! Are you listening to me?!) when he kneels down and asks gently, "What's wrong?"
The girl jumps and recoils so quickly that she hits her head on the metal structure behind her. Allelujah cringes and crawls forward a little to check if she's alright, but she scurries away again, pinning him with wide, tear-filled eyes with her hands clutching the top of her head.
The first thing he thinks is that her eyes are a very pretty colour.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asks, once she's calmed down a little. She nods and sniffs again, and he smiles. "That's good. What's your name?"
She flinches, and Allelujah doesn't understand why until she leans forward and starts writing letters carefully into the dirt.
"You... can't speak?"
She leans back and shakes her head sadly, eyes on the ground and hands gripping the skirts of her frilly dress white-knuckled.
N I L L
"Nill..." Whatever reaction Nill is expecting from Allelujah, it's certainly not a good-natured laugh, and she curls in on herself again, surprised. "It's nice. I'm Allelujah! It's nice to meet you, Nill."
It seems to be a long wait, but finally, she smiles nervously and nods.
That's more than good enough for Allelujah, and he grins. "My other friends are really slow. Do you want to play?"
He's not sure if she'll want to (because that's what those injuries are from, right?) but there's no pause this time before she nods again. Allelujah scrambles to his feet excitedly before she can even begin to stand, but he hits his head on the low metal platform and crumples right back down to his knees again - so they spend the next fifteen minutes doing close to nothing, with Nill fretting over Allelujah, and Allelujah trying miserably to walk straight, before Hallelujah and Marie finally show up.
TWO. [cyberpunk]
"Say no more, my good sir! What you're looking for should be right over there!"
A robot.
After months and months of constantly explaining that he was never going to buy one, Allelujah was buying a robot.
It wasn't that he didn't like them, or that he opposed the idea of them like all of those protestors - it was just that it seemed odd to buy something to work for him that seemed so close to human. Especially with the new reaction programs, and the randomised or customisable personalities; they acted more like people than ever.
He didn't need one, either. Sure, his job took up a lot of time and energy, and it was getting to the point lately that he didn't have time to cook, or clean, or shop, but he was doing just fine. In fact, he was only buying one because his parents had sent him a small fortune with the demand that he buy one for himself; he couldn't really send it back, and if he didn't spend it on what they'd given it to him for, it was kind of like stealing...
So he gave up, and decided to buy one.
He wasn't really sure how to pick one, though. All he needed it for was basic chores, and there were a lot of programming or physical alterations, but--
... But he'd never seen one with wings before.
A female model, blonde and slim and dancer-like, with a small pair of white, feathery wings extending from her shoulder blades. Allelujah paused in his browsing, reached out and touched its fingertips lightly.
Its eyes fluttered open, systems booted by the contact, and the robot's first reaction was not to smile sweetly, or ask what he wished of it, like he was sure any other robot in the line would do; instead, it recoiled shyly, eyes flitting about nervously. Its wings fluttered behind it, he noticed.
"It's alright," he assured it - her. He couldn't think of her as anything less than any living creature. She was... "You're perfect," he said, awed, and she shook her head, smiled sadly and tapped her throat with a finger.
Allelujah blinked. "No vocal machinery?"
The salesman, obviously having eavesdropped, laughed nervously as he approached. "That's a defect model, we only keep that one for show. Look, if you want one without a voice, it's no trouble for us to just deactivate the vocal capabilities - in fact, lots of people get us to do it! So, why don't you--"
"I'll take her."
The man's voice died in his throat. "... What?"
"I'll take her," he repeated, and held his hand out for the robot to take, smiling. She hesitated for a beat, but then placed her hand in his and carefully stepped down from her display stand, the lights under the material of her skin lighting up to synthesise a blush, and a tiny smile on her lips.
He never paid for her to have repairs, because he liked her just the way she was.
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ONE. [supernatural]
He blinked and looked up, snapped out of his daze by the voice. His sister Yekaterina was watching him, concerned, and all of his friends were looking on behind her (although admittedly, Alfred made sure he looked more curious than worried). She placed a hand on his shoulder.
A shiver went down his spine.
"Ivan, are you alright?"
There were tiny pricks of pain, like little pins, in his neck.
"I am fine, da? You are worrying about nothing again, sister!"
He could feel her fingers wrapped around his throat again; he could hear her breathing in his ear, and see her face, framed by matted hair, looming over his shoulder, even if none of the others could, even if no one else ever would. His hands were shaking. Her lips brushed against the shell of his ear.
"Sister... sister... da? No... Love sister?"
No one was looking; Alfred had distracted them all with another of his loud speeches. He ducked his head, and shuddered when he felt her slide forward with him.
"Nyet," he muttered, quick and low. "Never. Love only Nataliya. Because Nataliya is always there, da?"
And she always would be, until the day she finally killed him.
Her fingers tightened around his throat.
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ONE. [mental asylum]
He saw her for the first time in one of the hallways as he was leaving, screaming and trying to fight off a number of nurses and security guards; he was amazed that such a tiny girl was holding her own against three full-grown men, but he quickly caught up with the situation and went to help restrain her from behind, helping them sedate her.
So, naturally, he went back the next week to apologise to her, and the week after that while he was visiting his friend, and it became a routine for him to visit her whenever he was there.
After three months, he was finally going to meet her without her being shackled, bound and muzzled.
The guard at the door gave him a strange look as he went into her cell, and he didn't really get why. Sure, she'd given him some verbal abuse to be reckoned with, but...
The moment the door clicked shut behind him, a metal tray went flying at his head; Kaito yelped and barely ducked under it in time to avoid being hit square in the face.
"What the heck?!" he snapped. Minatsuki was on her feet, glaring at him, and she still looked terrifying even without anything left in the room to throw.
"Why the fuck do you keep coming back?!" she shrieked, and before he could answer, she added, "And don't give me any of that 'I like to visit you' bullshit either! I'm sick of you! You're such a fucking liar, why the hell don't you just leave already?!"
"I'm not going to leave," he said, trying to sound reassuring, but she screamed through her gritted teeth and lunged for him. "I'm not going to leave! And I do like to visit you!"
"Why?!"
Kaito dodged one of her grabs for his throat and darted across the room quickly. "Because I like to talk to you! You're interesting, and I want to get to know you!"
She froze. "... You wouldn't if you knew what I was in here for." She sounded pained, and Kaito frowned.
"Maybe I don't care what you're here for," he said, and her head jerked up, eyes narrowed in suspicion. He grinned. "Maybe all I care about is that you're here, and that I'm going to help you get out!"
Minatsuki raised an eyebrow. "Some wuss like you is going to help me break out?"
He rolled his eyes. "No, I'm not going to break you out. I'm going to help you get better, and then they'll let you out."
She went quiet then, shocked, and cautiously, Kaito moved closer to her, but he wasn't stupid enough to try touching her. She'd rip his arm off, he knew that much.
And then he realised that she was blushing, and she jerked her head sharply away from him, glaring sullenly at the wall.
"... Fucking dumbshit," she huffed, and kicked him in the shin.
Kaito grinned and limped over to her bed to sit down with her.
TWO. [high school]
His target was Minatsuki.
"Hey, Minatsuki!" he called as he approached; her back was turned to him, and he jogged to catch up with her. "Oi, oi, do you want to study with me--"
He hadn't even managed to touch her shoulder when she whirled around and kicked him in the crotch, and Kaito went down to the ground like a sack of bricks, groaning in pain.
Minatsuki gasped and clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh my gosh! K-Kaito, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were talking about studying! Oh my gosh, are you okay?!" She knelt down beside him, and just as he was about to give her some smartass comment back, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled. "Play along," she hissed in his ear, "or there won't be anything left for me to kick next time."
Kaito wisely shut up, and carried her bag for the rest of the day. She did agree to study with him, though.
Re: TWO. [high school]
ETA: I CAN SPELL FANTASTIC
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THREE. [arranged marriage]
Arranged marriages sucked.
"Hey," he hissed. The priest glared at him, but he tried again, "Hey. Listen, can you take that veil off? No offence, but I don't really want to get married when I haven't even seen your face yet!"
She said nothing, and didn't move.
Kaito frowned. "C'mon, I don't even know your name. Can you just tell me before we start this ceremony thing?" When she didn't respond a second time, he huffed and reached out to flip her veil over the back of her head himself - but she caught his wrists in her hands before his fingers could brush the fabric and shoved him away.
The priest was practically fuming, but neither of them paid him any attention.
"What the heck was that for?!" he whispered angrily, regaining his balance.
He could almost swear he heard a growl, and then the girl took her veil and tossed it over the back of her head. Kaito would have taken note of the fact that she was glaring at him quite furiously, but he was more distracted by the fact that she was really pretty; she wasn't gorgeous, or beautiful like a model, but her hair was short and wavy in a way that gave her a tomboyish look, and her eyes were a piercing shade of amber-brown, and she was... kind of cute, scowling at him like that.
"Minatsuki Takami," she snapped, emphasising her last name, and he had a feeling that she was never going to introduce herself as 'Minatsuki Kuroba. She might have given off a rough image already, but Kaito was dumbstruck when she continued, "And if you ever touch me, I'll rip your fucking dick off and shove it down your throat. I don't care if we're married or any of that bullshit. Got that, dipshit?"
She tugged the veil back down.
The priest shushed them as the organist started to play and the audience fell silent. Kaito sighed, let his head fall back and muttered to the ceiling, "Well, this is going to be a great marriage..."
FOUR. [university] [1/2 w-what]
But waking up in someone else's bed was something new.
"... Shit--" He sat upright, threw the covers off and was very relieved to find that he was still wearing boxers, but he had a suspicion that whatever had happened last night was less than innocent. Who the heck lives in this dorm, anyway?
Probably a girl, if the flowers everywhere and the heavenly scents were any indication. That was something of a comfort - but had he really gone for a girly sort of girl? Maybe it was Mikuru Asahina's room, or just some pretty blonde... in which case he knew exactly how to handle this situation without anyone getting their feelings crushed to pieces. That was good.
The phone rang on the bedside table, and he jumped. Should I answer it?
Normally, he would have been all for a good prank, but he still had no idea where he was, and if he answered it, it could put him in a whole lot of trouble... And ruining a stranger's relationship wasn't really something he wanted to do, so he ignored the phone and let it ring.
After a minute, it went to the answering machine.
"Hey, it's Yoh. Are you alright? I thought you didn't like sleeping in in the mornings. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the café today - we could stop by the flower shop..."
Kaito was frozen in place. Hey, it's Yoh.
As in, Yoh Takami.
As in, the overprotective older brother of Minatsuki Takami.
Minatsuki Takami, as in the hot tomboy with a mouth that made a sailor blush and who was renowned for beating the shit out of every boy that so much as made a move on her; hell, she'd broken some poor guy's wrist when he tried to cop a feel at a party. And, okay, maybe he kind of liked her from the arguments they'd had in Criminal Psychology, but that didn't change the fact that she was downright terrifying.
Holy shit. I am so dead right now.
"That stupid brother of mine..."
Kaito slipped off the edge of the bed and tumbled to the floor. Standing by the kitchenette with a hair towel in her hands and dressed in little more than a bathrobe, Minatsuki raised an eyebrow at him.
"M-Minatsuki!" Kaito pulled himself back up and laughed nervously. "Uh, I was just leaving, so there's no need to kill me, and I don't really remember anything from last night so I'm not going to tell anyone anything, I promise, and I'll just show myself out--"
"Yeah, we fucked," she called, looking through the fridge for something.
Kaito choked. "What?!"
"What, are you deaf and dumb?" she drawled, walking over to the bed with one hand on her hip and the other holding a juicebox. The towel was left on the floor. "We fucked. That's what you were wondering, right? If we did it? Yeah, well, we did."
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"Yeah, he is." Minatsuki downed the orange juice in a few seconds, tossed the empty carton on the floor and began crawling across the bed towards him, lips curling into a smirk. "But, some dipshits already dropped by this morning to give you a congratulations card. There are banners and shit in the hallway, too, and there's a celebration party tonight."
Not to say that Kaito wasn't very, very pleased to suddenly find himself with Minatsuki straddling his lap, on her knees so that she was looked down at him and her hands running through his hair, but he was still trying to comprehend the situation. "... Why?"
She rolled her eyes and shifted a little to get comfortable. "Because you fucked me, dumbass."
"... Oh." Kaito grinned up at her and was happy to respond when she leaned down a little and kissed him. She pulled back after a beat and he put his hands on her hips, grin turning smug. "I think I can handle your brother. But maybe we should give them a little more to congratulate us for, I feel kind of undeserving..."
Minatsuki huffed, amused. "Well, we didn't really get to finish what we started last night... I mean, since your dick is like a pinprick and all--"
"Oi! Am I gonna have to prove you wrong?"
He kissed her again, and she took his head in her hands and hit it against the wall behind them. "Stupid fuck," she muttered, affectionate, while he laughed.
They didn't leave the room for the rest of the day, and the rest of the building ended up throwing Kaito three parties.
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FIVE. [steampunk]
Just great.
Of all the people they could have picked up - and don't get him wrong, Kaito was glad to be able to save people, but there were a lot of people in bad situations at this time of the war, and he couldn't help most of them - but of all the people they could have picked up on their ship, it had to be some illiterate, frail-looking little girl that kept crying and refused to leave.
Well, at least, that's what he thought. But he went down below the deck to talk to her, and found her laid out on her bed with her feet propped up against the wall, tossing a knife nonchalantly into the air with a bored expression.
They quickly established that she had been lying.
"Can you really not read or write?" he asked, sitting on the end of her bed.
She had been looking up at him, but her eyes quickly darted away at that. "No," she grumbled reluctantly. "Why the fuck would I need to? That's useless shit anyway. As long as I can fight, that's fine."
He hummed. That wasn't true at all - he liked his crew to be more sophisticated than some of those other senselessly violent sky-pirates out there - but he let it drop for now, guessing that she probably didn't really want to have this conversation. "Are you really refusing to leave?"
"Damn right I am. If you shitheads want me out, you'll have to throw me overboard."
Kaito sighed, exasperated already. "Great."
She craned her neck back to look up at him and frowned. "Who the fuck are you, anyway?"
"You've never heard of me?" She shook her head. "I'm Kaitou Kid, the Captain of the greatest sky-pirate crew in the world! Not to mention, world's greatest thief."
The girl scoffed, and her knife came dangerously close to hitting Kaito in the leg as it fell back down; she caught it in her fingertips just as the tip pricked his skin. "Yeah, right. There's no way you're the world's greatest anything, you lying shit."
Kaito rolled his eyes, but didn't bother arguing. "And who are you?"
"... Hummingbird." She threw the knife with a flick of her wrist, and it went spinning through the air, lodging itself deep into the wood of the wall with a solid thunk. "What's your real name?"
"Kaito Kuroba. Yours?"
She snorted. "Creative. Minatsuki Takami."
"Have you ever wanted to be a sky-pirate, Minatsuki?"
"Not for a damn second."
"Welcome aboard."
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