Ficbit Requests

[moonsheen]

I haven't done one of these for awhile, and I'm bored, and I feel a need to be productive about something therefore. Ficbit request time! Give me a characters, series, and/or circumstance, and I shall try my merry damnedest to give you fic in return. Length is debatable. Quality will be VERY debatable. Prose will possibly be purple. Pr0n will possibly be HORRIBLY BAD. But ohgodheregoes.

Fandoms as (vaguely) listed:

Bleach
Naruto
Fullmetal Alchemist
Shamanic Princess
Kingdom Hearts (and uh, by extension. Disney. Shaddup. I LIKE MY URSULAFIC DAMNIT)
My-HiME
Samurai Champloo
Avatar: The Last Airbender (...I make no guarantees on this one though. Except that I LOVE THIS FAKE ANIME and EVERYONE NEEDS TO SEE EP 13 LIKE NOW)
Zombie Powder
D.Gray-man
The Incredibles (why not.)

Whooboy.

Comments

[lynnxlady.livejournal.com]

Ino!fic, please? Ninja-doing-cool-ninja-things gen, or maybe Ino/Sakura?

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

Ninja doing cool things it is! Or uh, sort of. Mostly it's just an excuse to get that snark I've always wanted

“Yeah,” she says with a grin, sliding an elbow over the desk behind her. The woman is thin, but that’s how he likes ‘em-- the folds of the kimono accent the way her hip is turned. She lays one leg over the other, floral patterns rippling. Her eyes are just dancing. “I’m into that, if that’s how you like it.”

She raises two fingers, walking them up the air as though she’d rather be doing it up his chest. “C’mere,” she says, with a tip of her head. The ornaments in her hair jingle. He does, not one to pass up the opportunity. She laughs lightly, leans back further, and then stabs him through the throat with one of said ornaments.

When she steps out Neji is waiting by the door with a flat look. She hands him the scroll she lifted from the body. He takes it—again, flatly, as he is wont to be.

“Shikamaru is waiting for us.”

She smirks. “Did see that?”

He turns. “Unfortunately.”

“Hmph. A kunoichi is beautiful like a well sharpened knife.” She lets her hair down the rest of the way, shaking it out. “….just because it’s never worked on you--”

“That outfit looks ridiculous on you.”

“HEY,” she growls, rolls up the bloodied sleeves of the stupid kimono and, light-footed because a ninja cannot be anything but on the job, tromps after him down the hall.