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Have been typing like mad in the past few days.
So, here's an update, and some snippets (entirely unedited, rough drafts):
Dark Roses: coming along. An update no later and 31/8/06.
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He always walked. He supposed it stemmed from having been always cooped up, first in wagons and tents, and then bodiless, in a mind, for so long.
So he walked. Sometimes, when he was full of way too much energy for being as old as he was, or when he was awoken panting with desire for her that was so strong he could taste it, he ran, hard, until his lungs were on fire and he was breathing so hard he could only cough. He would note the fact that he should stop and keep going until he collapsed.
He had been stupid. So stupid, to push her away as he had, to refuse her. He had been terrified she wopuld reject him, and that had been stupid. His failure to trust her had been stupid, his anger at her discovery had been stupid…he was an idiot. Oh, he was an idiot.
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horrors: still editing. will make a major chapter dump before november, so I can get some of this NaNoWriMo guilt off my chest.
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Once more, Jiliel marveled at the Head Saint sitting in his throne of silver stars opposite her. Sometimes when he looked at her he was no older than a boy; other times he seemed ancient. He was always shifting; she could never exactly see what He looked like. Sometimes He was a man, sometimes He looked effeminate. Sometimes His voice was a soprano, sometimes a bass. It was never the same. He was never the same. The one thing that was always static in his face were His eyes; they were always bright blue, never shifting, never changing, always old and young and female and male at once. His eyes were the world, she knew. His eyes were the souls of everyone.
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Upcoming Fics:
Bleeding Heart: The Memory Room-- This is a RK fic that takes a slightly sci-fi approach to Enishi's Jinchuu (considerably less reasonable than Gein's doll), and also an AU (duh), post vol. 23. Hopefully rather creepy. I may post the prologue (which is finished) soon.
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Officially, it started back in the Bakumatsu. But I think it started when Yukishiro Enishi lost his mind.
I don’t know when exactly that was. Perhaps it happened at the moment when Kenshin—when Battousai’s—sword sliced open his sister. Perhaps it happened when he slaughtered the family in Shanghai. But that was when it happened.
And it began with us when I lost my mind.
How did I—why did I—
I was such an idiot. I shouldn’t have turned. I shouldn’t have let the smoke get in the way. I should have—
Oh, God. What have I done?
It really wasn’t supposed to happen this way.
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One Night in Kyoto: is still being researched, as there is a LOT of research involved in this. It's RK, and I don't think it's going to be an AU...not really, though I'm definitely going to fiddle with the Bakumatsu and Meiji timeline and maybe fix the weather to what I need. But I have a little bit written.
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Gaijin killed. Ruthlessly, madly, without orders. He simply killed, never in public. He had lured an entire Shinsengumi squad into an alley once and slaughtered them all, leaving one to crawl out of the alley, his guts in his hands, and tell a crowd of people what happened.
And not one of them had seen anything but a flash of red.
Kaoru wondered why she had never heard of him. Her father and Hachi, her father’s best friend, had told them all many stories about what had happened in Kyoto during the Bakumatsu, but there were no tales of a killer who killed that many, without any orders at all, just for the fun of it.
Something was wrong, her gut was telling her. Something wasn’t quite right.
“Why do they call him Gaijin?” she asked Himura after he had finished telling her.
“He kills everyone, leaves no witnesses. And only two have seen him: one, the disembowled Shinsengumi man who died anyway, and the other a young woman whose only startling features were blue eyes. She was entirely unharmed, and had been cleaning a local dojo while someone was having a lesson. All inhabitants fo the dojo other than her were killed. She was the only person he has come across and hasn't killed.” The teenager looked almost thoughtful for a moment. “Oh, and she had been wearing hakama.” Kaoru’s blood ran cold. “She said he had red hair, as red as flame, like a gaijin. And so that is what they call him.”...
...“Kenshin,” Kaoru breathed.
“I told you—“
“Not you!” she snapped. “Someone else!” Sort of, she added mentally.
The boy—for that really was all that he was—stared at her. “Someone else named Kenshin…?” he mused softly, in slight wonder. “How odd…”
Somehow, when Kenshin had vanished a month ago, he had ended up here. And somehow he had become a killer with no honor, no ideals. Not Battousai again, something else. Something…terrifying.
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Untitled: This is an Ouran High School Host Club fic, taking place eleven years post-manga. When Tamaki's father dies, he loses himself in school (eventually workin so hard he surpasses Kyouya as the top of the class) and then work. When Kyouya, bored, decides to play a little matchmaker, Haruhi finds herself helping Tamaki regain his inner child. TamakiHaruhi, with a teeny, totally random side helping of RengeKyouya, because it's silly. Features all host club memebers and Nekozawa, because I love them.
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“You’ve been contacting Tamaki?” Hunny asked, taking a bite of cake.
“Of course,” Kyouya said. “He is my best friend.”
Hunny shook his head. “You’re weird best friends.”
“As opposed to you and Mori,” Kyouya remarked dryly.
“Takashi and I are not weird!” Hunny defended hotly. “Anyway, Haruhi hasn’t seen Tamaki since high school.”
“He’s still recognizable,” Kyouya said, with good humor. “Anyway, Tamaki’s been obsessed with work since he left the Host Club, and Haruhi’s always been like that. They’ll both need to loosen up if they want to deal with each other.
“If you recall, Haruhi was generally annoyed with Tamaki during their mutual time with the Host Club. Now, I think she will be surprised at how professional he is, even in private. And Tamaki—“ Kyouya smirked.
“Kyouya,” Hunny said through the cake in his mouth, “Are you playing matchmaker?”
“I’m bored,” Kyouya said. “It’s a good way to spice things up.”
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Others will have to wait . But that's about it. Dark Roses, horrors, and Bleeding Heart are longer, the first two bordering on epic. One Night in Kyoto will probably be either an extremely long oneshot or 4-8 fairly long chapters. I'm not sure how long the Host Club fic will be.
Anywho...there you go.
quote of the post: "yoda sensed in him much fear/ and qui-gon said, "now, listen here/ just stick it in your pointy ear,/ i still will teach this boy." from weird al yankovic's song, 'the saga begins'
nebulia out.
So, here's an update, and some snippets (entirely unedited, rough drafts):
Dark Roses: coming along. An update no later and 31/8/06.
--------------------------
He always walked. He supposed it stemmed from having been always cooped up, first in wagons and tents, and then bodiless, in a mind, for so long.
So he walked. Sometimes, when he was full of way too much energy for being as old as he was, or when he was awoken panting with desire for her that was so strong he could taste it, he ran, hard, until his lungs were on fire and he was breathing so hard he could only cough. He would note the fact that he should stop and keep going until he collapsed.
He had been stupid. So stupid, to push her away as he had, to refuse her. He had been terrified she wopuld reject him, and that had been stupid. His failure to trust her had been stupid, his anger at her discovery had been stupid…he was an idiot. Oh, he was an idiot.
----------------------
horrors: still editing. will make a major chapter dump before november, so I can get some of this NaNoWriMo guilt off my chest.
------------------------
Once more, Jiliel marveled at the Head Saint sitting in his throne of silver stars opposite her. Sometimes when he looked at her he was no older than a boy; other times he seemed ancient. He was always shifting; she could never exactly see what He looked like. Sometimes He was a man, sometimes He looked effeminate. Sometimes His voice was a soprano, sometimes a bass. It was never the same. He was never the same. The one thing that was always static in his face were His eyes; they were always bright blue, never shifting, never changing, always old and young and female and male at once. His eyes were the world, she knew. His eyes were the souls of everyone.
-------------------------------
Upcoming Fics:
Bleeding Heart: The Memory Room-- This is a RK fic that takes a slightly sci-fi approach to Enishi's Jinchuu (considerably less reasonable than Gein's doll), and also an AU (duh), post vol. 23. Hopefully rather creepy. I may post the prologue (which is finished) soon.
------------------------------
Officially, it started back in the Bakumatsu. But I think it started when Yukishiro Enishi lost his mind.
I don’t know when exactly that was. Perhaps it happened at the moment when Kenshin—when Battousai’s—sword sliced open his sister. Perhaps it happened when he slaughtered the family in Shanghai. But that was when it happened.
And it began with us when I lost my mind.
How did I—why did I—
I was such an idiot. I shouldn’t have turned. I shouldn’t have let the smoke get in the way. I should have—
Oh, God. What have I done?
It really wasn’t supposed to happen this way.
----------------------------
One Night in Kyoto: is still being researched, as there is a LOT of research involved in this. It's RK, and I don't think it's going to be an AU...not really, though I'm definitely going to fiddle with the Bakumatsu and Meiji timeline and maybe fix the weather to what I need. But I have a little bit written.
---------------------------
Gaijin killed. Ruthlessly, madly, without orders. He simply killed, never in public. He had lured an entire Shinsengumi squad into an alley once and slaughtered them all, leaving one to crawl out of the alley, his guts in his hands, and tell a crowd of people what happened.
And not one of them had seen anything but a flash of red.
Kaoru wondered why she had never heard of him. Her father and Hachi, her father’s best friend, had told them all many stories about what had happened in Kyoto during the Bakumatsu, but there were no tales of a killer who killed that many, without any orders at all, just for the fun of it.
Something was wrong, her gut was telling her. Something wasn’t quite right.
“Why do they call him Gaijin?” she asked Himura after he had finished telling her.
“He kills everyone, leaves no witnesses. And only two have seen him: one, the disembowled Shinsengumi man who died anyway, and the other a young woman whose only startling features were blue eyes. She was entirely unharmed, and had been cleaning a local dojo while someone was having a lesson. All inhabitants fo the dojo other than her were killed. She was the only person he has come across and hasn't killed.” The teenager looked almost thoughtful for a moment. “Oh, and she had been wearing hakama.” Kaoru’s blood ran cold. “She said he had red hair, as red as flame, like a gaijin. And so that is what they call him.”...
...“Kenshin,” Kaoru breathed.
“I told you—“
“Not you!” she snapped. “Someone else!” Sort of, she added mentally.
The boy—for that really was all that he was—stared at her. “Someone else named Kenshin…?” he mused softly, in slight wonder. “How odd…”
Somehow, when Kenshin had vanished a month ago, he had ended up here. And somehow he had become a killer with no honor, no ideals. Not Battousai again, something else. Something…terrifying.
----------------------
Untitled: This is an Ouran High School Host Club fic, taking place eleven years post-manga. When Tamaki's father dies, he loses himself in school (eventually workin so hard he surpasses Kyouya as the top of the class) and then work. When Kyouya, bored, decides to play a little matchmaker, Haruhi finds herself helping Tamaki regain his inner child. TamakiHaruhi, with a teeny, totally random side helping of RengeKyouya, because it's silly. Features all host club memebers and Nekozawa, because I love them.
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“You’ve been contacting Tamaki?” Hunny asked, taking a bite of cake.
“Of course,” Kyouya said. “He is my best friend.”
Hunny shook his head. “You’re weird best friends.”
“As opposed to you and Mori,” Kyouya remarked dryly.
“Takashi and I are not weird!” Hunny defended hotly. “Anyway, Haruhi hasn’t seen Tamaki since high school.”
“He’s still recognizable,” Kyouya said, with good humor. “Anyway, Tamaki’s been obsessed with work since he left the Host Club, and Haruhi’s always been like that. They’ll both need to loosen up if they want to deal with each other.
“If you recall, Haruhi was generally annoyed with Tamaki during their mutual time with the Host Club. Now, I think she will be surprised at how professional he is, even in private. And Tamaki—“ Kyouya smirked.
“Kyouya,” Hunny said through the cake in his mouth, “Are you playing matchmaker?”
“I’m bored,” Kyouya said. “It’s a good way to spice things up.”
---------------------
Others will have to wait . But that's about it. Dark Roses, horrors, and Bleeding Heart are longer, the first two bordering on epic. One Night in Kyoto will probably be either an extremely long oneshot or 4-8 fairly long chapters. I'm not sure how long the Host Club fic will be.
Anywho...there you go.
quote of the post: "yoda sensed in him much fear/ and qui-gon said, "now, listen here/ just stick it in your pointy ear,/ i still will teach this boy." from weird al yankovic's song, 'the saga begins'
nebulia out.