Drabbles, and lots of them.

[Innle]

Uh, yeah. Short fanfics of mine will go here. Happy new year? To start it off with a really disturbing note, I'll only post this for now:

"Role reversal" (Word count 100)

A kiss; green hair contrasting with the tanned skin of the hand forcing forward the head it grows on.

Bandages; white bringing out the paleness of his skin. (Of course the bruises helped....)

Blood; red as fire or death.

Morphine; syringe needle plunged deep into his arm, killing the pain and his objections.

“I only do this out of love, Lyserg.”

“You aren’t Marco. You aren’t Ryu. You killed them both. All of the people who did love me are dead now.”

“I love you. And you’re alive, love. Don't you love yourself?”

“I hate you, Yoh.”

[Ankari]

...That scared me.

...

for a very very long time. e_e

[Innle]

I'm glad. It was supposed to be scary. And now, "Rain: Elspeth" (word count 120):

Rain hit the windows like the battering of myriad small hands. Ryu sat next to a small bookish woman, trying to comfort her.

“It’s my fault. I told him to do what he thought was best. Should’ve known Lyserg would take me at my word and do something stupid like this.”

“It’s not your fault. He’s been not himself lately,” he replies in clumsy English.

“Ever since that ‘Marco’ died, right?”

A nod.

A sigh. “God damn it. If he thinks imitating Vanyel is going to earn him points with me....”

Her next words were lost in a thunderclap, and in Horohoro’s sudden tense shout of “HOW IS HE?!” to an unsuspecting doctor who’d walked towards them.

[Ssteiny]

Yoh and Lyserg.(hmm, small bookish woman, Ryu & scheska, oh no I'm crossing series) How shocking. I want to see where it goes next.

[Innle]

Yeah, that last one was a two-parter. I cheat like that. Jean is Lyserg's mother's first name, as you might want to know.

"Morning (sunshine go away I don't want to dance)" (word count 146):

“I didn’t mean it,” Lyserg whimpered, shrinking back into the itchy hospital torture sheets and uncomfortable mattress.

Elspeth still slapped him, her backhand as harsh as ever. “You still nearly died. Idiot. You’re all I have left of Jean. If you die, I lose her for good.”

He gaped at her common grammar, and nearly had a heart attack as she flung herself onto his chest, weeping. He glared at Yoh, who’d chosen that moment to come in and who was now humming “Mrs. Robinson” as loudly as he could.

He looked away as Ryu walked in. He couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t take the inevitable Sad Puppy Eyes and mouthed “Why?” He shut his eyes as the man who’d indirectly caused his downward spiral walked into his field of view, and pretended he didn’t notice the tears that pushed down his face.

[Ssteiny]

I like how you used yoh for comic relief. Poor Ryu. (nice title knowing that you don't like to dance) keep it up, Innle.

"Rizergeru-chaaan."

[Innle]

I don't identify myself with that Lyserg... and the following is from something I'm writing with a friend. She thinks I'm crazy, and I can see why. (What the hell were we ON the night I wrote this?) In explanation of why the two characters in question are in the same universe and making out, well... they've been shunted onto "our" earth, which hasn't yet been attacked by a gestalt entity that eats "fictional" universes. Everyone's emotionally screwed up (understatement of the year)... which is why the two in this are acting so strange (for them). Please don't kill me!!!

"Nothingness-crossover: Danger is an aphrodisiac" (word count 177):

“Katara, I...”

And all of a sudden he was kissing her, pressing her into the tree she’d been leaning on. She could feel each ridge in the bark pressing into her back, and could feel his tongue probing at her lips... she broke it off first, and looked away. “We can’t. Horohoro, you have your world to go back to, I have mine. This isn’t right." Never mind that they're both gone right now....

“Then why does it feel right?” he asked, before she kissed him again, desperately. She was desperate for some sort of human contact, any kind at all, really... and for now this blue-haired idiot shaman would do. Their kisses were desperate, and it was from that desperation that she let him take off her shirt while she pulled his over his head. Never mind the fact that they were in plain view of Sarah’s house and the road... it was nighttime, nobody would see. His hands wandered up her torso onto her breasts and she didn’t care. It was human contact.

[Ssteiny]

Sorry Innle, I wasn't identifying you with that Lyserg. It was merely Ryu's call that popped into my head and showed up on the screen. In episode 36 Ryu refers to Lyserg as "Lyserg-chan" about 10 times.(It's a guess. I will count the number of times lyserg is called "lyserg-chan" the next time I watch the episode(he was called "lyserg-chan" three times, oh well)) I just hope no one gets frozen to a tree. That is least likely to happen. What can I say there is nothing like the human touch. Keep drabbling.

[Innle]

Gaaaah, I'm so late with updating. End of an Era is going to be updated this weekend, I swear!

These are both pretty bad word-count-wise, but I'm happy with how they turned out.

"...so Hao's David Bowie in leggings?"

One thousand years. One thousand years, and now his dream was realized.

It was an empty victory.

He couldn’t carry out his plan, he couldn’t do what he’d hoped.

Hao sighed. Then it occurred to him that he could still create mayhem, on a smaller scale. “Yoh... I’m going to make your life a living hell.” Hao smirked. That movie Labyrinth had given him ideas... ideas as to what he’d do when his dear nephew was finally born. Yes, Hana would be his son more than his father’s!

(Word count 88)

"New Year"

A group of nine people are standing close together in Times Square. One black, one Chinese, one who appears white but would deck you and yell “I’m Ainu!” if you made the mistake of calling him that, one pale Brit with green hair, four Japanese, and the Ainu’s younger sister. They converse, yelling over the noise of the crowd, until the noise condenses into a coherent countdown.

At “ONE!” the Ainu’s younger sister seizes the black boy by the collar and kisses him. As to the Ainu’s opinion? No one can hear, as he’s unable to scream over the shouts of “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” and the like. Well, and he really can’t talk past his Chinese friend’s lips. Above them, several ghosts burst out into “Auld Lang Syne,” or whatever that traditional drunken New Year’s anthem really is.

It’s a new year, and the Shaman Fight’s honored are happy.

(word count 155)

[Ssteiny]

You better keep the Dark Crystal away from Hao as well. Who knows what he will do. Oh, DON'T EVER LET HIM WATCH 'GHOST DAD.' I still cry at night thinking what a horrible movie that was. Oh, pirika aint comin back. She fell into a dark hole. I'm gonna be bricked for this, How about someone mistaking horo horo for a jew. (whoops, not supposed to bring up religion) The colors work out. I've lost my mind. Anyways I love your drabblings. Keep on drabbling, Innle.

[Innle]

That... sounds... so... dirty! Anyway, here's something Avatar-ish to tide y'all over until EoaE II is updated....


"After" (word count 108)

“Why’s it so dark?” the boy asked, wondering in a detached way why he couldn’t move.

A voice, by his left ear. “In the beginning, it’s always dark.” It was a whisper he’d heard before... but to his right, there was someone crying. A girl. That was important.

“But he burned me. That’s not a beginning, that’s an end!” He struggled against the darkness, remembering that the crying girl was important.

He opened his eyes. “Hey, Katara,” he said weakly.

She smiled at him, even though her face was still wet from tears. ”Welcome back, Aang,” she said, and fell forwards and hugged him.

[Ssteiny]

Very short, but it had much power. I like it. It's dark and beautiful.

[kfttjdb]

Boy, you've been a busy little girl...


I like them all, except the last two. (cause I didn't read them)

[Innle]

More like a little girl with too many pieces of fiction floating around in her head. I should just make myself a writing eljay and be done with it... but I prefer posting things here.

Because I can't get Lyserg out of my head for some reason, here:

He remembers the feeling of his mother’s hands in his hair, and the sound of her laughter at being splashed.

He bathes alone now. There’s nobody to splash, even if he had the heart to.

He has to be strong, for his parents’ sake. If he’s going to get revenge, he has to stop being weak and childish.

He tells himself that the only reason that he’s crying is that he’s gotten shampoo in his eyes, as is usual when he’s left to wash his own hair.

(87)

[StrawberryInuPie]

;____;! *throws Lyserg a poptart*

That was so sweet/sad/cute~ D: Poor Lyserg.. Eee, Innle, I love your writing so much! X3 You need to update End of An Era, like now. D< *shot*

I hope you write my Lysy drabbles. ♥