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I have some time today and I'm in the mood to write. So, since I haven't done this in a while, drabble requests are open.

Fandoms: Gundam Wing, Prince of Tennis and I might try some Ouran and RK. Anything else just ask. The worst that'll happen is that I ask you to choose something else.

Please give me a prompt, it can be a single word, a scene, an icon, a song, just whatever to get me going.

I'll try to post as many as I can tonight but if it takes me longer it might be a while until you get you drabble. I hope that's ok.

*loves f-list*

Have a wonderful evening everyone!

[Edit] Sleep time. More soon, hopefully ^^;;

Date: 2007-05-04 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] razberrycreme.livejournal.com
mis!!! I missed you! too bad you haven't around, as you could have "mis"ed me! HAHAHAHAA OH THE BAD PUNS NEVER STOP >__>

*glomps*

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Date: 2007-05-04 10:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misanagi.livejournal.com
Believe me, I've "mis"ed you a lot. Bad puns and all *clings* Now ask for a drabble :)

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Date: 2007-05-04 10:42 pm (UTC)
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1x2x4.

*grins evilly*

or if that doesn't work 1x4 or 2x4. with angst. Lots of angst. Angst = good.

Date: 2007-05-04 10:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misanagi.livejournal.com
1x2x4 with angst? and can you give me a prompt, please?

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Date: 2007-05-04 10:42 pm (UTC)
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Mori and Honey showing a bit of Honey's darker side.

Close Call

Date: 2007-05-04 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misanagi.livejournal.com
Close Call

Honey placed Bum-Bum carefully on the chair, gave him a pat on the head and headed to the bed conveniently located in the Third Music Room for his afternoon nap. He snuggled beneath the covers, rubbed his eyes once and with a happy sigh proceeded to fall asleep. His dreams were of chocolate cakes, green fields and sunny days. He ate happily with Bum-Bum carefully held in one arm while Mori walked beside him. Mori never ate cakes in the dreams, Honey didn't know why. He was about to try a new strawberry cake when he heard an annoying sound… that wouldn't stop. It was so annoying that his eyes opened enough to look around and find the source.

It took him only a moment to locate the twins, trying to hide behind the loveseat, a cellphone in their hands. By now they all should know better than to leave their cellphones on during naptime. Grumbling and keeping his eyes half closed so the light wouldn't wake him up even more, Honey stood from the bed and headed towards the twins.

They were mumbling something, apologies maybe, while they tried to hide behind the other… and the stupid cellphone was still ringing. "Make that stop," said Honey, glaring at the phone.

One of them answered just as Honey was turning Bum-Bum around so he wouldn't see what would happen. This wasn't something fur bunnies to witness. He was getting ready for his attack when he caught a word in the twins mumbles, "Mori-senpai."

Hikaru or Kaoru handed the cellphone to him. Still glaring, Honey took it and put it to his ear.

"Mitsukuni…"

Honey blinked a couple of times and his eyes opened fully. "Takashi!" He said happily.

"Mitsukuni, don't forget to brush your teeth."

"Oops!" Honey bit his lip. "I'll do it now, Thank you!" He hung up, smiled at the twins and returned the phone to them. Taking Bum-Bum with him he headed for the bathroom humming a happy song.

On the floor, the twins were still holding hands, waiting for their heartbeats to go back to normal. It had been a close call.


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Date: 2007-05-04 10:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] merith.livejournal.com
me please?

heero and duo - in your mastermind universe, if you're taking prompts there....

Wingman

Date: 2007-05-05 02:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misanagi.livejournal.com
Wingman

Heero was heading to his chemistry class in the lab when he saw the end of a familiar braid disappear around a corner. He stopped, checked his watch and knowing he would probably regret it he went the way he assumed Duo had… just to run into an empty corridor.

"Duo?" He looked up, checking to see if the panels in the ceiling had been moved. They hadn't.

"Heero! You scared me, man!"

It took Heero a moment to notice Duo's head coming out of a small shaft on the wall, centimeters over the floor.

"Do I want to know?" Heero asked wearily.

"Keep an eye on the corridor," said Duo before his head disappeared again into the shaft.

Dutifully Heero stood by the opening and kept his eyes trained on the now empty corridor. He had suspected he wouldn't make it in time for class. "How much detention will we get if we get caught?"

"None." Duo's voice was muffled with the echo of the shaft. "We won't get caught."

Heero loosened his tie a bit and leaned on the wall. Duo might get away with it but Heero was already in trouble for not being at the lab, however, he was sure that it would be considerably less trouble than what Duo would get if for whatever he was doing. "What was so urgent that you couldn't wait for someone to be your wingman?"

They had all gotten into trouble enough times but Quatre had actually kept count of the times it had been because they did whatever it was alone. It was considerably more than when they had a wingman, or four…

"Wufei's birthday."

Heero waited for Duo to elaborate.

"He's in history class now, with the guy who won't let him speak."

"He always does anyway," interrupted Heero.

"Yeah, and gets detention for it. Well, not today." As soon as those words were spoken the lights blinked twice, three times, and kept blinking, like if they were in a club instead of a school. Duo's head came out and Heero moved to the side, watching as Duo quickly exited the shaft, toolbox in hand, and put the panel back into place

"Come on!" he said, grabbing Heero's hand and dragging him down the corridor. Doors on both sides opened with teachers scowling while students laughed and conversed among themselves. When they passed by Wufei's classroom Duo waved at his friend and yelled, "Happy Birthday!"

"Now what?" Heero asked as they ran.

"Hide," Duo replied, giving Heero a sheepish smile as he pushed them both into an empty storage room.

They were in trouble, lots of trouble. But that was later. Now, even though Heero would probably be blamed for the light show, he had Duo all to himself, and that was all that mattered.


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Date: 2007-05-04 10:46 pm (UTC)
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I'd love something with Heero and Duo, if that's okay. You write them together very well! Clueless Duo would be fun. ^_~

Thanks, Mis! I hope you have a good night, too. *snugs*

By the Lake

Date: 2007-05-05 03:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misanagi.livejournal.com
A bit of 3x4 sneaked in. I hope you don't mind.

By the Lake

Duo didn't know why Quatre had suggested a workout now of all times. Yes, the day was nice and all but that was when you were sitting on the shade, now, running a few miles made the weather hellishly hot instead of nice. By the time they stopped, they were both covered in sweat and fanning themselves with their hands as much as they could.

"We should just take a swim," Quatre suggested, pointing to the lake. They were all staying in this small cabin in the woods and they had yet to try the lake. Right now, Duo thought it was a wonderful idea. He followed Quatre in removing is clothes, too lazy to go back to the cabin to put on a bathing suit. When they were both in their underwear, they raced for the lake.

The water was cool and fresh. Duo sighed happily as his muscles relaxed. Yes, this was nice. "Best idea ever, Q!"

When there was no reply Duo looked around for his friend and instead noticed Heero standing by the shore. "They left," Heero said.

There was no doubt into who "they" were. Trowa had probably taken one look at the practically naked and wet Quatre and had pulled him somewhere semi-private to hump like bunnies.

Heero was looking uncomfortable standing at the shore. It was probably too hot in the jeans and t-shirt he wore. Duo walked a bit closer and with a friendly smile invited him to come into the water.

Maybe it was hotter than he had realized because Heero seemed to be blushing a bit, and Heero never blushed unless he had a fever or something. Concerned, Duo walked out of the water, shaking his head to get rid of the excess water in his hair. He stood in front of Heero and put one cool hand over Heero's flushed skin. It was a bit too warm. Doing what Sister Helen always did to check for a fever, Duo kissed Heero's forehead. He was fine. It might just be the heath.

He was about to tell Heero to go into the lake again when Heero took him by the arm, flipped him down into the ground and kissed him. Duo parted his kips to ask something but whatever it was it left his mind as he felt Heero's tongue.

It didn't last long and when they parted Heero looked down at him, an unspoken question in his eyes.

"Oh," said Duo. And then he smiled. "Oh!"


A few feet away Trowa watched as Duo pulled Heero down for another more passionate kiss. "Now can we go?" he asked, whispering into Quatre's ear ad running his hand down a wet back.

Quatre smiled and placed a cool kiss into Trowa's lips. "My work here is done."

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Date: 2007-05-04 11:03 pm (UTC)
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Trowa and Quatre. Prompt: dawn

Thanks :)

Dawns

Date: 2007-05-05 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misanagi.livejournal.com
It turned out short but I hope that you like it anyway.

Dawns

Quatre always wakes up at dawn, and always grumbles about it. He doesn't need an alarm clock and Trowa knows it's five thirty five when he hears a grumbled Arabic word that can't mean anything good followed by a bite on his shoulder. Quatre claims, later in the morning, that he doesn't remember doing that, and even though the bite is soft Trowa suspects he's getting a scar there. He would complain, and maybe wear a sweater to bed if it wasn't for the fact that right after that Quatre proceeds to straddle him, kiss his neck and naked chest and caress his with his fingers. Trowa doesn't open his eyes, and half in dreamland and half here he enjoys Quatre's ministrations. But too soon the kisses stop and Trowa feels the warmth that is Quatre moving away, so he surrounds him with his arms and pulls him down, when he can kiss Quatre's neck now and smell his hair and run his hands up and down Quatre's warm body. When later in the morning Quatre complains about being late for a meeting Trowa claims he doesn't remember making Quatre stay a bit longer in bed. Trowa isn't a morning person but he thinks dawn is the best part of the day. After all, it isn't quite morning yet and it can be counted as the end of the night. When morning truly comes, that's when Quatre has to leave, and that's the part of the day he hates the most. That's why he sleeps right through it, dreaming of Quatre and the next dawn.

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Date: 2007-05-04 11:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reddwarfer.livejournal.com
Tezuka/Fuji...this icon I'm commenting with...

Intervention

Date: 2007-05-05 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misanagi.livejournal.com
Intervention

"Really, Tezuka, I don't need any help," Fuji said, managing a smile. He ignored the pain on his arm and started walking towards the clubhouse, trying to keep it as still as possible.

"You are not." Tezuka was using that voice, the one that promised that there would be some freshmen running lots of laps in the morning. Really, it was as much Fuji's fault as theirs. He should have noticed someone had left a water bottle by the side of the court before he had stumble on it while trying to return one of Tezuka's shots.

He had landed on his arm, the left one thankfully, but even so, Tezuka had refused to finish the match. He had been scowling, well as close to a scowl as Tezuka got, which wasn't much anyway, and very few people even noticed. "I was going to play seriously," Fuji said.

"No, you weren't."

"You are no fun, Tezuka."

They reached the clubhouse and Fuji, as always, sat and unashamedly watched Tezuka change. The first time he had done that Tezuka had stopped and just returned Fuji's stare until some other club members walked in. Little by little Tezuka had grown used to it and sometime last week he had actually started to undress a little slower. Fuji had asked him if he was putting on a show but Tezuka hadn't answered.

When Tezuka was done Fuji moved to his locker, just to have Tezuka stand right behind him. "You might hurt your arm if you change. It isn't necessary."

"You don't want to see me naked?" Fuji's voice was low, barely above a whisper.

Tezuka reached pass him and took Fuji's regular's jacket from the locker. Carefully, he placed it over Fuji's shoulders.

Fuji looked up at Tezuka, ready to tease him a bit more but stopped. There was something weird in Tezuka's eyes, something that he didn't understand until Tezuka's lips were placed awkwardly over his.

Their noses bumped and Fuji smiled into the kiss. "We need practice," Fuji said when they parted.

"After we go to the doctor," Tezuka replied firmly.

Fuji smiled. "Tezuka, you are no fun."

In reply, Tezuka only smirked, a promise of many kisses to come.

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Supernatural - Anything with lots of teasing and brother-bickering. XD

I-cassette

Date: 2007-05-07 05:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misanagi.livejournal.com
So, um, yeah, first time trying SPN so sorry if it sucks. *hides*

I-cassette

"Hands off the radio!"

Sam moved his hand back and glared at his brother. "I have a headache."

Not taking his eyes from the road Dean shrugged. "So?"

"So!?" Sam's voice rose so he could be heard over the music. "So having the radio this loud isn't helping. We've been driving for two days listening to your AC/DC cassette, because you can't be bothered to join us in the twenty-first century and get an I-pod."

"What? We are driving to Vegas, it's only right we listen to Sin City." He gave Sam a warning look. "And my cassettes are just fine."

Sam rolled his eyes. "You can store thousands of songs in an I-pod!"

"You'll like that, get some chick music, some country, boy bands maybe?" Dean winked at Sam and then placed a finger over his lips. "Don't worry, I'll keep your secret."

Sam glared. "It wasn't mine!"

"Sure… some girl had left the album in the motel room and you were just curious. Doesn't explain why you were singing Cindy Lauper…"

"I was seven!"

"You were a dork." Dean grinned. "Still are."

With one quick move, Sam turned off the radio and crossed his arms above his chest.

"You did not just do that!" Dean turned the music back on, louder than before and then aimed a punch at Sam's shoulder, which the other dodged.

"Would you just drive!?" Sam said, awkwardly blocking his brother's punches.

Finally managing to connect one weak punch, Dean returned his hand to the staring wheel. He gave Sam one warning glare before he relaxed back in his seat, singing softly. A few moments later he shook his head and laughed. "Why so grumpy, Sammy? I thought girls just wanna have fun."


Date: 2007-05-04 11:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dentelle-noir.livejournal.com
You're alive!!! *hugs Mis* Nice to see you again!

I wasn;t going to ask for a drabble request, but... I just can't resist!!! it's too hard!

Pairing of your choice (PoT, GW, or Ouran),

Prompt: Work

Interview

Date: 2007-05-14 08:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misanagi.livejournal.com
Part of "The Yaoi Factor (http://misanagi.livejournal.com/156006.html)" universe.

Interview

"So, Mr. Barton, what do you like to write?"

Trowa looked at the blond sitting behind the elegant desk. He knew what he should answer, what probably most of the other people aspiring to the position would have answered but there was a glint in the blond's eye and Trowa wanted to know if there was something there. "Horror stories."

A hint of a smile appeared in Quatre Winner's lips. Trowa doubted that many people had given that answer to the CEO and owner of the company. "Horror stories, uh? And how does that apply to the type of writing you would be required to do here?"

With a shrug Trowa answered, "It doesn't."

Now the blond was smiling. "Good answer. Horror isn't exactly our angle."

"I imagine." Trowa dared a smirk. "But I'm capable of bringing many different angles to my writing."

Quatre nodded thoughtfully but the smile was still in place. "We look for variety and support creativity as a whole here. We encourage our writers to experiment… within the limits, of course."

Trowa raised an eyebrow. "Not many of those, I would think."

"No, not really," Quatre said, laughing. "But there're still are some. Let's try your horror idea, for example. Vampires are good, serial killers, not so much."

"I want this job," Trowa said, surprising himself. He had gone to the interview, after he had found out what the job really was, more out of curiosity, but the more he talked with Quatre the more it appealed to him.

"I liked the story you submitted." Quatre leaned back on his chair; the new position allowed Trowa to see a glimpse pf pale skin just bellow Quatre's neck. "The scenario and the descriptions were captivating."

Trowa tried not to blush but he had a sneaking suspicion that he was blushing anyway. He had never written a story like that before. He had thought about that sort of situations many times, of course, even imagined dialogue and expressions but he had never put it in paper before. He'd felt exposed sending the story to a complete stranger who would know, know about him just by reading.

Quatre knew and he was smiling, blushing a little too. "Unfortunately many of the descriptions will be lost when it's committed to film," Quatre continued. "I've been thinking of expanding to some written mediums but I can't promise anything, not yet."

"I'm aware of that," Trowa said. Actually he felt more comfortable this way, less exposed than if everyone was able to read his words.

"You are very talented," Quatre said after a moment, his voice a bit softer. "Too talented for this job."

Trowa was about to protest but Quatre stopped him with a gesture. "You don't have to settle for this job. I know some people who would be able to help you start a more…" he smirked, "proper writing career."

"Mr. Winner, working for yo—"

"Quatre." He smiled. "Call me Quatre."

"Quatre," Trowa tried again. "Working here won't stop me from writing, maybe even trying to get published further along, but now, this is what I want." He swallowed. "I would enjoy working here."

"I would enjoy having you here." Quatre looked perfectly serious but that glint was still in his eyes. Trowa wanted, really wanted, to find out what that glint meant, what was hidden behind the image Quatre showed.

"Do I get the job?" Trowa asked.

Quatre stood up and extended his hand to Trowa. "Welcome to Winner Pornographic Industries, Mr. Barton."

"Trowa."

"Trowa," Quatre smiled. "If nothing else, I promise you an interesting time working here."

Trowa let his hand linger a little longer. He had no doubt about that.


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Golden Pair with hand holding *____*

*gives you a cookie*

Maze

Date: 2007-05-15 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misanagi.livejournal.com
Maze

"… and the last one to arrive gets to drink super deluxe Inui Juice, the remixed edition."

Eiji hid slightly behind Oishi. "They have editions now, nya!"

Oishi gulped but bravely stayed put, giving the brown-greenish drink a distrustful look. He definitely didn't want to drink that.

"Can't I have a taste now?" Fuji was smiling and, contrary to the rest of the group, actually moving closer to the pitcher with the evil liquid.

"It is for the one who gets out of the maze last," Inui announced. "I'll be waiting at the exit. Remember this exercise will test your agility and speed as well as your analytical reasoning."

All the regulars gathered by the entrance of the maze Inui had managed to construct on the courts using piles of hay. No one asked how or why, there were some things Inui did that were better left unanswered.

At the sound of the whistle they all rushed inside the maze, quickly dividing into the different paths. Oishi stopped momentarily, trying to decide which of the five paths to take, but before he could decide someone grabbed a hold of his wrist and pulled him down the second one.

"Eiji! Slow down, do you even know where you are going?"

"No one does, Oishi. Is a maze." He changed his hold on Oishi's wrist so now their hands were entwined. "If we hurry we won't have to drink that thing."

"But we will never get out if we don't have a plan," Oishi protested weakly. He wasn't as fast as Eiji and it was taking a bit of work to keep up with his double's partner.

"I have a plan," Eiji declared proudly. "I'm following Fuji."

Oishi looked ahead and barely caught a glimpse of a regular's jacket disappearing around a corner. "Are you sure?"

"I see him," said Eiji, opening his eyes wide. Eiji had the best eyes of all Seigaku, and Oishi trusted him. He tightened his grip and let Eiji guide him blindly around the maze… until they reached a dead end.

Fuji was leaning against the wall, smiling as always.

"Fuji, Nya! Where's the exit?" Eiji was still holding onto Oishi, looking around the hay walls as if there was a secret exit.

"The exit?" Fuji tilted his head to the side. "I'm pretty sure it was following the fourth path, the way Tezuka went. Two rights, a left a right again and three more lefts."

"Then why are you here?" Eiji was getting anxious and Oishi was too, seeing as they were lost in the maze and probably wasting valuable time.

"Me? I want to try the new juice and Inui said I had to arrive last…"

Oishi's mouth opened and Eiji let out a scream. "Come on, Oishi, we have to hurry," he said, pulling on Oishi's hand again.

"But now I think it would be fun if I got to see you drink it too," said Fuji pensively.

"Fujiko, you wouldn't…"

But before Eiji could finish the sentence, Fuji was rushing pass them. Oishi felt a violent tug in his arm and tried to hurry. Eiji was trying to go full speed now and Oishi wouldn't hold him down, just as Eiji wouldn't leave him behind. After all, that's what doubles partners did, no matter what.


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Date: 2007-05-05 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] penguin88.livejournal.com
Ooo! Really?
Well, if you're still interested, I'd love a Duo/Trowa fic with Preventers and speeding tickets as your prompt.

If you're busy or bogged down, I understand and I'll be quite happy reading everyone else's.

Thanks so much for being so awesome!

Date: 2007-05-15 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misanagi.livejournal.com
A laughable matter

"You are being pulled over," mentioned Trowa, sipping from his orange juice. He bit the straw a couple of times and drummed his fingers on the plastic glass.

"What we do now?" Duo asked, slowing the car down and stopping where a policeman was signaling them. He rolled down his window and waited for the man in uniform to approach. "Hello."

"Are you aware that you were speeding, sir?" The man's voice was gruff and he was writing something in the pad he was carrying. "License, please."

Duo gave Trowa a look. "Speeding?"

Trowa shrugged. Duo had been driving a bit slow actually. He tended to do that when he was eating, and right now he was finishing his doughnut and drinking a soda.

"Do you find this funny, sir?" asked the policeman, glaring at Duo's smile. "You've broken the law, it's not a laughable matter."

While Duo reached for his wallet, Trowa smirked and drank more of his juice. Ex-Gundam pilots being chastised about breaking the law for… speeding.

"Here you go," said Duo, handing his license to the policeman. He was grinning and finishing his doughnut.

As expected, the policeman gasped when he looked at the permit. "I'm so sorry, sir," he said after a moment. "I had no idea."

Duo finished his doughnut and licked the powdered sugar of his fingers. "Of course you didn't. You didn't ask."

"Sorry for the mishap, Preventer Maxwell." The voice was now respectful and the policeman's manners were more careful, as if he was trying to make a good impression.

"No sweat." Duo wiped his fingers in a napkin and handed it over to the cop. "Would you throw this away for us, please?"

"Certainly, sir." The man handed Duo's permit back and took a step back from the car. "Have a great day, sir."

"You too." Duo drove away while waiving with his hand out the window. "Being a Preventer rocks!" he said, speeding up.

"It does," Trowa agreed while sipping his juice.

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Thank you!!

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