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

[the-tower.livejournal.com]

ohmygosh.

D.Gray-man or Samurai Champloo, your pick? (although I'm strongly leaning towards the former :D)

D.Gray-man: Play Dead

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

...Rinali has issues.

“…some bandages.” Allen flexed his thick, leathery fingers. “A little bit of coal, to put under the eyes—ah, there are better things for it! Types of make-up but…. You don’t have to look like you’re dying just… mildly ill and talk with a little bit of a rasp.” He demonstrated on the last words, croaking painfully. “Like that. But look cheerful.”

He ran his other hand through his hair, smiling sheepishly. “…it’s…pretty dishonest, yes.” Leaning further against the window, the way his shoulder rose in that scrunched half hunch made Rinali wonder if he didn’t know a few contortionist tricks as well.

“Does it work?” she asked.

Allen laughed softly. “Sometimes! Depends on how nice people want to be. Sometimes you just get kicked for looking like a beggar. You sort of deserve it when you’re not actually...you’re just…” he flicked his wrist, miming a quick juggling sequence. “Mmwell." He let his palms settle in his lap.

“Oh,” said Rinali. The only sound for a moment was the rattle of the railcar. “…once I rolled up a shirt and tied it around my neck.”

Allen blinked. “Mm?”

Rinali ran her finger in a horizontal dip across her neck. “Like this. And I bit my thumb and…” she touched the corner of her mouth.

“Rinali…”

Her eyes were fixed on him, unblinking. “I thought I could run away when they took my body out. Now I know they probably would have buried me. ” She waited for the very last of the color to drain from his face before she closed her eyes and shrugged, mildly. “And checked my pulse.”

…it as a long moment of solemnity before she cracked a smile, and Allen smiled back, and hazarded another laugh, and she joined him, and the food trolley came by and they bought a biscuit and broke it between them but were both laughing too hard to eat much of it.

“…did you…really do that?”

“And held my breath.”

“…my God, Rinali!” said Allen, in amazement. Then stopped and pondered his phrasing. That, in the end, just set them off all over again.

Re: D.Gray-man: Play Dead

[the-tower.livejournal.com]

<3 wasn't expecting Rinali, but <3 <3 <3 anyway.