spank that new years baby

[moonsheen]

Ah, guess I'm a day late for the BIG UNMASKING? Oh well. HARK! TIS I who wrote yuletide story Gerda and the Snow Queen for ave_eva. Which is rough in places that still make me wince, but overall I'm pretty happy with how it turned out and glad that my recipient enjoyed. ♥

Meanwhile, because my f-list is doing it and I wanna be one of the cool kids: New Years Request Meme. Standard flavor this time. You know how this goes: name a fandom/pairing/characters and I write you a story of dubious drabble status to the best of my ability provided said request does not destroy my brain.

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[jetamors.livejournal.com]

I really liked that one!

I request something about Rukia.

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

Rukia is kind of hot.


It had been an accident. It had been entirely an accident. The rookie had forgotten that dogs could sense them. He remembered the course from Academy. Of course he remembered it. “Corporeal beings with natural senses for the non-corporeal.” It had been a whole lecture a whole damn lecture and he had shrieked like a girl and the hollow had known he was there and he had required aid and it was his first time out and now here he was rescued by the Vice-Captain herself, which was possibly worse than death. Actually, no, it was definitely worse than death. Definitely. Definitely.

They told stories about Kuchiki Rukia, see. How she had been acquitted for political crimes, how she had been acquitted for the murder of a superior officer. How she had risen out of the darkest parts of the alley. How the ruthlessness taught to her from that kill or be killed world earned her a place among the nobility. And she was more noble than them all because there was no fanatic like the converted and the things she did in her brother’s name. She was colder than ice. Merciless. Picture of frigid efficiency on the job and an utter taskmaster to those who trained under her. The rookie had only seen her a few times, but it felt like the cold followed her. Her hair in perfect order, her eyes pale and unforgiving. Her stature …. Well, short. But dangerous. He’d heard a story of how she’d cut a man’s arm off for touching her once. And here he was with her hands crooked at his collar, pulling him from one world to the next. She dumped him in a pile and it was sweet sweet afterlife again-- except the Vice-Captain was standing over him. And here he stank of blood and sweat and she had killed the hollow with one lovely swipe of her weapon, which she hadn’t even needed to release. He was going to die. Definitely. Sooo definitely.

“Fool,” she said, looking down at him.

She raised two fingers. He shut his eyes tight.

The pain faded in his arms. “You were fortunate I was near. That hollow was far stronger than what you should have yet been assigned. Secret Operations has been lax.”

He sat there, amazed that there was no frost where her fingers had lain. There were no wounds there either, anymore. But of course not. Kuchiki Rukia was also said to be a master of Demon Arts, able to blow heads off without even the verbal commands. “V-V-Vice-Captain?”

Kuchiki continued sourly. “…one would think they would know better, with what they must have learned from the war! Fools all of them. You are especially fortunate you did not lose that arm. The 13th is not handing over our own to the research bureau if it can be helped. Men of science should be dealt with as absolutely little as possible!”

“…vice-captain…?” said the rookie in a small voice. Kuchiki blinked at him.

“You are still here.”

“Yes,” said the rookie meekly.

“What are you still doing here.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“What? Who the HELL—mm,” she regained her aristocratic bearing in an instant, “Yes. Those things that they say... You are a young. The hollow was not.”

He stared at her blankly. The Vice-Captain sighed, and reached down to pull him to his feet. He was twice her size, but she tugged him up instantly with one hand and minimal effort.

“You may go. I will expect your report on the captain’s desk by tomorrow evening,” said Kuchiki, at first every bit as stick-to-your-tongue-and-make-you-die-cool and then, with unexpected warmth in her eyes: “I will not fault you for returning from your first field mission in one piece.” She took one graceful step backwards, and vanished, unsettling only two leaves in her departure.

The rookie was never goddamn listening to his stupid asshole former upperclassmen ever again.

[jetamors.livejournal.com]

*squeals* Ohmigosh it is so perfect and thank you so much!

[bravecows.livejournal.com]

Hot is right. I love "no fanatic like the converted", because HAH. *thumbs up!*

[ningen-demonai.livejournal.com]

"Kind of" is an understatement when it comes to her. ♥