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.

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Dead Poet's Society: First Green

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

He’s three years out of Welton. It’s a cold November. He doesn’t have enough in him to wait ‘till December. Todd Anderson sits at the table and stares into the black pits of his cup of coffee and realizes oh, god. Where am I. Oh god, what am I doing. Oh god. Oh god.

He picks up his things and pays in scavenged coins and knows that’s it. He’s done for. Last act, last curtain call, last everything—he scrapes his chair and pulls his coat around himself. He’s nearly hit by a taxi crossing the street. He nearly stumbles into an old woman turning the corner. The skies are clear, which he knows are the coldest days, and he could walk in those forever like a toothless madman and he thinks, vaguely, he should write this down. That he should write this down. That he should write. That he should. He should. He—oh god, he realizes in the stairwell going up to his college dormroom. He’s probably having a panic attack. He leans against the railing. He looks up. A trick of the eye makes the stairs perfectly white and going up for forever. Oh god, is this what I am. Oh god, is this what you were--oh god, oh god. Captain

O Captain.

Before December he leaves school for good. He writes a letter to the nice girl his parents found for him calling off their engagement. They are heartbroken and furious with him. Todd Anderson, for the first time in three years, can’t find it in himself to be either of these things.