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Title: Not Just a Game
Non Challenge
Date Written: 1/26/06
Rating: PG
Characters: Gojyo/Hakkai (UST)
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
"Truth or dare?"
Hakkai was playing the childish game with his roommate with an adult twist--whenever the person couldn't perform the dare or was lying, they had to drink.
"Truth, Gojyo."
Gojyo, who was rather smashed, leered at Hakkai. "D'you love with me?"
Hakkai felt his heart quicken, but his face showed the fake smile he'd become accustomed to wearing. "Just as a friend."
"Oh, okay."
Hakkai could have sworn that the redhead looked... disappointed?
"Oh, we're almost out of beer! Lemme go get some more."
When Gojyo's back was turned, Hakkai took a long drink from his bottle.
---
Title: Walking through the Roses
Non Challenge
Date Written: 1/26/06
Rating: PG
Characters: Sanzo/character of your choice!
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Notes: I, personally, wrote this with Goku in mind, but the way it came out can also imply either Gojyo or Hakkai
Loving Sanzo isn't easy. He fights the whole way, always taking the most innocent gesture the wrong way.
Once I left a rose on his desk. He threw it out the window and told me he wasn't a delicate flower.
Well, of course he isn't. Nothing about Sanzo is delicate. He completely missed the point.
Sanzo is beautiful like a rose. Actually, he’s more like a bud: Closed up tight from the world, letting just a few people in to see his true beauty.
But I don’t love Sanzo for his beauty alone.
I love him for his thorns, too.
---
Title: Study Partner
Non Challenge
Date Written: 1/26/06
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Hakkai/Gojyo
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implied yaoi
Notes: Because I can see this scenario happening. Set pre-series
"Remind me again: Why are we here?" Gojyo complained.
"I need some books for my class tomorrow," Hakkai replied easily, searching the shelves. "We won't be here long, Gojyo, I promise."
"Good," the redhead shot back. "No smokes, no booze, no girls--this place sucks."
Hakkai rolled his eyes. "Well, there's always the stacks."
"The stacks?"
The brunette nodded, selecting a book. "In the back. Quiet, secluded. Couples go there to make out."
“Can we go back there?”
“If you wish.”
"Why didn't you say so earlier? I love the library!"
Hakkai just shook his head, trying not to laugh.
---
Title: Treasure Chest
Non Challenge
Date Written: 1/26/05
Rating: PG
Characters: Sanzo
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Notes: Set pre-series.
He hadn't meant to find it.
But when he reached under Goku's bed to go chasing his prayer beads and his fingers had brushed against the shoe box, he knew he was powerless to resist taking a peek inside.
It was, for the most part, empty. There were only three things contained inside:
Hakkai's old pair of glasses from when he was another man.
A pack of Gojyo's cigarettes, most likely swiped from his house.
And an orange origami paper airplane.
Sanzo recovered the box and shoved it back under the monkey's bed, feeling oddly guilty for invading Goku's privacy.
---
Title: Walls
Non Challenge
Date Written: 1/26/06
Rating: PG
Characters: Sanzo, Goku, Hakkai, Gojyo
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: Minor ones for character pasts
Warnings: None
Notes: Something I've had on my mind for a while.
They all had their defenses.
Hakkai had his fake smile and three silver clasps on one ear that he used to suppress the raging monster he could become.
Gojyo had his woman chasing, his drinking, and his cigarettes to hide the boy afraid of rejection he still was.
Goku had his eating to try to fill the emptiness that lingered from being alone for ages upon ages.
Sanzo had his newspaper, hiding his chakra and himself from everyone else, alone in his own newsprint world.
For some reason, the flimsiest piece of paper was the hardest wall to tear down.
---
Title: Duty
Non Challenge
Date Written: 1/27/06
Rating: PG
Characters: Dokugakuji, Gojyo
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: For both their pasts
Warnings: None
I should hate him.
His entire existence is a mark on my parents' characters--a sign of Father's weakness and Mother's inability to keep her husband in her bed.
Father left soon after he turned up on our doorstep, his human grandfather wearing a look of disgust on his face. Maybe he was just too ashamed.
Mother just... went insane. Her mind warped and twisted and she made both our lives a living hell.
Because of my little brother, many of my own friends turned into my enemies, punishing me for my father's sins.
But...
I just can't hate him.
---
Title: Look
Date Written: 1/17/06
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Characters/Pairings: Conrad, Cheri [Celi], Gwendal (mentioned)
"I'm worried about Gwen."
Conrad looked at his mother, eyebrows raised. "Worried? About that stone statue?"
"He just looks so tired lately," the former monarch replied with a sigh. "And so old..."
"It doesn’t reflect anything on you, Mother," the half-human warrior replied with a laugh, sitting next to the blonde.
"I know, I just..." Cheri sighed, leaning her chin against her hand. "Sometimes I wonder if it was a mistake to bring you three into the world, such as it is."
Conrad smiled a true, understanding smile. "The world needs people like us. Even if we are all overworked."
---
Title: Not Insane
Date Written: 1/17/06
Rating: PG
Word Count: 211
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/Yuuri
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Notes: Because while I do like the m-preg fics (well... the good ones anyway), the rational part of my mind is being bratty.
"Uh... Wolf? Wolfram? You awake, Love?"
Yuuri's blonde fiancee groaned and rolled over in their bed at the Maou's voice.
"Wolfram!"
"What?" came the sleepy, irate reply from Wolfram, emerald eyes shut, vainly trying to keep a tight hold on sleep.
"Can Mazoku men have children? You know... together?"
Wolfram sat up and looked at his lover. "Can two males on Earth have a child? You know... together?"
"No..."
"It's the same here."
"Then why did your brother give us these?!" the king wailed, holding up hand-knitted baby clothing.
Wolfram sighed. "Mother probably put him up to it," he grumped, flopping back against his pillow.
---
Title: Announcement
Date Written: 1/18/06
Rating: PG
Word Count: 339
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Gwendal/Anissina
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Notes: This has been bouncing around in my head for a while now.
"Gwendal, I'm getting married," Anissina von Khrennikov blurted out.
"That's great," the Mazoku replied, dipping his quill into the inkwell again before going back to the treaty he was drawing up for Yuuri. "Congrat--what?"
Cobalt blue eyes snapped up to stare at the redhead standing in front of him.
"I'm getting married," the inventer repeated, watching him carefully.
"You weren't even courting anyone," Gwendal said, brows furrowing in confusion.
"I know." Anissina reached over and picked up Gwendal's hand--his quill was creating a huge ink stain on the fine parchment. "It was Brother's idea."
"But--"
"We're almost 300. Demons half our age are getting married and starting families--Wolfram already has a husband, a daughter and a son and he's not yet 100!"
Gwendal found he couldn't take his eyes off her. He was just stunned. Anissina couldn't get married--it was Anissina, the insane inventor who would probably drive any husband or wife into an early grave either by exhaution or freak accident.
"Gwendal, please. Say something."
The brunette huffed. "So who's the lucky man?"
"Gunter's nephew."
"Alexander?! You're marrying Alexander?! The little runt that you couldn't stand when we were younger?"
"He's not little anymore, Gwen," Anissina defended, crossing her arms. "He's rather handsome now. And rather strong, too."
Anissina's hand went up to absently rub her left cheek and Gwendal noticed the developing bruise on her cheekbone. He realized that Anissina must havae covered it with make-up, which smudged when she rubbed it. Although he knew it was tradition, he still felt anger towards someone who would strike her.
" 'Nissina... Are you happy?"
The quiet question gave the redhead pause. She put her hand down to her side and gave her best smile. "Of course. I'm a bride-to-be."
"As long as you're happy, Anissina."
He turned his attention back to his paperwork, knowing that if he looked at her any more he'd embarrass both of them.
The redhead turned and walked away. Gwendal got the sickening feeling that she was taking a part of him with her.
---
Title: Dress Up
Date Written: 1/30/06
Rating: PG
Word Count: 188
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Greta, Huber
Spoilers: For the Greta arc (around DVD four? so about episode twenty-ish?)
Warnings: None
Greta tried hard not to cry in front of Huber. Not because he was a demon, and not because he was her friend.
Whenever Greta cried, Huber's face got really dark and scary, and Greta didn't like it when he looked like that.
The two of them were sitting alone in the darkened room, Huber's arms protectively around the little girl, reminding her of her mother's warm embrace. He brushed his fingers through her hair soothingly, the once-silky locks now fried from the sun and cut around her ears.
She looked up when he undid the laces on his boots, pulling the dirty strings out of their holes. He brushed her hair with his fingers as best he could, untangling horrid knots gently, and wove the cord through her hair. He managed to fashion her short strands into a sort of bun, stray hairs sticking out of the back and tickling her now-exposed neck.
Huber just smiled and tweaked her nose. "A princess should look like a princess, even when she's living like a pauper," he informed the girl, and she laughed and gave him a big hug.
---
Title: Proving a Point
Date Written: 1/30/06
Rating: PG
Word Count: 234
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Cheri (Celi) Gwendal, Conrad and Wolfram
Spoilers: Character abuse
Warnings: None
Notes: For Sarah and Nicole, because they asked for it.
Cheri sighed, watching her young middle son. Lately, she had noticed that he only had one emotion--smiling indiference. No matter what happened, the damn fake smile never left his face.
She was discussing the matter with Gwendal, who agreed. Wolfram, still just a cute blonde cherub of a child, was playing next to them.
When he heard Conrad's name, he turned to look seriously at his oldest brother and mother. "Little big brother doesn't have a problem!"
"Yes he does, Wolf," Cheri said, running her fingers through the blonde locks her son had inherited. "All he does is smile, and that's it."
"But I like his smile!"
"So do we," Gwendal replied, leaning forward to get closer to Wolfram's level. "But that's ALL he does. No one smiles all the time, it's not normal."
Wolfram thought about this for a moment, then snatched up his wooden practice sword and ran towards Conrad. Confused, the two elders watched the younger boys practice their swordplay until Wolfram thwacked Conrad hard between the legs with his weapon.
The poor brunette boy, surprised and shocked and no longer smiling, fell to the ground, bent over halfway. Wolfram ran back to his mother and oldest brother, his pale cheeks flushed from activity.
"See? He's not smiling now!"
Gwendal crossed his legs smoothly at the knee.
Cheri had to leave the room--her laughing would definately give Wolf the wrong idea.
Non Challenge
Date Written: 1/26/06
Rating: PG
Characters: Gojyo/Hakkai (UST)
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
"Truth or dare?"
Hakkai was playing the childish game with his roommate with an adult twist--whenever the person couldn't perform the dare or was lying, they had to drink.
"Truth, Gojyo."
Gojyo, who was rather smashed, leered at Hakkai. "D'you love with me?"
Hakkai felt his heart quicken, but his face showed the fake smile he'd become accustomed to wearing. "Just as a friend."
"Oh, okay."
Hakkai could have sworn that the redhead looked... disappointed?
"Oh, we're almost out of beer! Lemme go get some more."
When Gojyo's back was turned, Hakkai took a long drink from his bottle.
---
Title: Walking through the Roses
Non Challenge
Date Written: 1/26/06
Rating: PG
Characters: Sanzo/character of your choice!
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Notes: I, personally, wrote this with Goku in mind, but the way it came out can also imply either Gojyo or Hakkai
Loving Sanzo isn't easy. He fights the whole way, always taking the most innocent gesture the wrong way.
Once I left a rose on his desk. He threw it out the window and told me he wasn't a delicate flower.
Well, of course he isn't. Nothing about Sanzo is delicate. He completely missed the point.
Sanzo is beautiful like a rose. Actually, he’s more like a bud: Closed up tight from the world, letting just a few people in to see his true beauty.
But I don’t love Sanzo for his beauty alone.
I love him for his thorns, too.
---
Title: Study Partner
Non Challenge
Date Written: 1/26/06
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Hakkai/Gojyo
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implied yaoi
Notes: Because I can see this scenario happening. Set pre-series
"Remind me again: Why are we here?" Gojyo complained.
"I need some books for my class tomorrow," Hakkai replied easily, searching the shelves. "We won't be here long, Gojyo, I promise."
"Good," the redhead shot back. "No smokes, no booze, no girls--this place sucks."
Hakkai rolled his eyes. "Well, there's always the stacks."
"The stacks?"
The brunette nodded, selecting a book. "In the back. Quiet, secluded. Couples go there to make out."
“Can we go back there?”
“If you wish.”
"Why didn't you say so earlier? I love the library!"
Hakkai just shook his head, trying not to laugh.
---
Title: Treasure Chest
Non Challenge
Date Written: 1/26/05
Rating: PG
Characters: Sanzo
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Notes: Set pre-series.
He hadn't meant to find it.
But when he reached under Goku's bed to go chasing his prayer beads and his fingers had brushed against the shoe box, he knew he was powerless to resist taking a peek inside.
It was, for the most part, empty. There were only three things contained inside:
Hakkai's old pair of glasses from when he was another man.
A pack of Gojyo's cigarettes, most likely swiped from his house.
And an orange origami paper airplane.
Sanzo recovered the box and shoved it back under the monkey's bed, feeling oddly guilty for invading Goku's privacy.
---
Title: Walls
Non Challenge
Date Written: 1/26/06
Rating: PG
Characters: Sanzo, Goku, Hakkai, Gojyo
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: Minor ones for character pasts
Warnings: None
Notes: Something I've had on my mind for a while.
They all had their defenses.
Hakkai had his fake smile and three silver clasps on one ear that he used to suppress the raging monster he could become.
Gojyo had his woman chasing, his drinking, and his cigarettes to hide the boy afraid of rejection he still was.
Goku had his eating to try to fill the emptiness that lingered from being alone for ages upon ages.
Sanzo had his newspaper, hiding his chakra and himself from everyone else, alone in his own newsprint world.
For some reason, the flimsiest piece of paper was the hardest wall to tear down.
---
Title: Duty
Non Challenge
Date Written: 1/27/06
Rating: PG
Characters: Dokugakuji, Gojyo
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: For both their pasts
Warnings: None
I should hate him.
His entire existence is a mark on my parents' characters--a sign of Father's weakness and Mother's inability to keep her husband in her bed.
Father left soon after he turned up on our doorstep, his human grandfather wearing a look of disgust on his face. Maybe he was just too ashamed.
Mother just... went insane. Her mind warped and twisted and she made both our lives a living hell.
Because of my little brother, many of my own friends turned into my enemies, punishing me for my father's sins.
But...
I just can't hate him.
---
Title: Look
Date Written: 1/17/06
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Characters/Pairings: Conrad, Cheri [Celi], Gwendal (mentioned)
"I'm worried about Gwen."
Conrad looked at his mother, eyebrows raised. "Worried? About that stone statue?"
"He just looks so tired lately," the former monarch replied with a sigh. "And so old..."
"It doesn’t reflect anything on you, Mother," the half-human warrior replied with a laugh, sitting next to the blonde.
"I know, I just..." Cheri sighed, leaning her chin against her hand. "Sometimes I wonder if it was a mistake to bring you three into the world, such as it is."
Conrad smiled a true, understanding smile. "The world needs people like us. Even if we are all overworked."
---
Title: Not Insane
Date Written: 1/17/06
Rating: PG
Word Count: 211
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/Yuuri
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Notes: Because while I do like the m-preg fics (well... the good ones anyway), the rational part of my mind is being bratty.
"Uh... Wolf? Wolfram? You awake, Love?"
Yuuri's blonde fiancee groaned and rolled over in their bed at the Maou's voice.
"Wolfram!"
"What?" came the sleepy, irate reply from Wolfram, emerald eyes shut, vainly trying to keep a tight hold on sleep.
"Can Mazoku men have children? You know... together?"
Wolfram sat up and looked at his lover. "Can two males on Earth have a child? You know... together?"
"No..."
"It's the same here."
"Then why did your brother give us these?!" the king wailed, holding up hand-knitted baby clothing.
Wolfram sighed. "Mother probably put him up to it," he grumped, flopping back against his pillow.
---
Title: Announcement
Date Written: 1/18/06
Rating: PG
Word Count: 339
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Gwendal/Anissina
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Notes: This has been bouncing around in my head for a while now.
"Gwendal, I'm getting married," Anissina von Khrennikov blurted out.
"That's great," the Mazoku replied, dipping his quill into the inkwell again before going back to the treaty he was drawing up for Yuuri. "Congrat--what?"
Cobalt blue eyes snapped up to stare at the redhead standing in front of him.
"I'm getting married," the inventer repeated, watching him carefully.
"You weren't even courting anyone," Gwendal said, brows furrowing in confusion.
"I know." Anissina reached over and picked up Gwendal's hand--his quill was creating a huge ink stain on the fine parchment. "It was Brother's idea."
"But--"
"We're almost 300. Demons half our age are getting married and starting families--Wolfram already has a husband, a daughter and a son and he's not yet 100!"
Gwendal found he couldn't take his eyes off her. He was just stunned. Anissina couldn't get married--it was Anissina, the insane inventor who would probably drive any husband or wife into an early grave either by exhaution or freak accident.
"Gwendal, please. Say something."
The brunette huffed. "So who's the lucky man?"
"Gunter's nephew."
"Alexander?! You're marrying Alexander?! The little runt that you couldn't stand when we were younger?"
"He's not little anymore, Gwen," Anissina defended, crossing her arms. "He's rather handsome now. And rather strong, too."
Anissina's hand went up to absently rub her left cheek and Gwendal noticed the developing bruise on her cheekbone. He realized that Anissina must havae covered it with make-up, which smudged when she rubbed it. Although he knew it was tradition, he still felt anger towards someone who would strike her.
" 'Nissina... Are you happy?"
The quiet question gave the redhead pause. She put her hand down to her side and gave her best smile. "Of course. I'm a bride-to-be."
"As long as you're happy, Anissina."
He turned his attention back to his paperwork, knowing that if he looked at her any more he'd embarrass both of them.
The redhead turned and walked away. Gwendal got the sickening feeling that she was taking a part of him with her.
---
Title: Dress Up
Date Written: 1/30/06
Rating: PG
Word Count: 188
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Greta, Huber
Spoilers: For the Greta arc (around DVD four? so about episode twenty-ish?)
Warnings: None
Greta tried hard not to cry in front of Huber. Not because he was a demon, and not because he was her friend.
Whenever Greta cried, Huber's face got really dark and scary, and Greta didn't like it when he looked like that.
The two of them were sitting alone in the darkened room, Huber's arms protectively around the little girl, reminding her of her mother's warm embrace. He brushed his fingers through her hair soothingly, the once-silky locks now fried from the sun and cut around her ears.
She looked up when he undid the laces on his boots, pulling the dirty strings out of their holes. He brushed her hair with his fingers as best he could, untangling horrid knots gently, and wove the cord through her hair. He managed to fashion her short strands into a sort of bun, stray hairs sticking out of the back and tickling her now-exposed neck.
Huber just smiled and tweaked her nose. "A princess should look like a princess, even when she's living like a pauper," he informed the girl, and she laughed and gave him a big hug.
---
Title: Proving a Point
Date Written: 1/30/06
Rating: PG
Word Count: 234
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Cheri (Celi) Gwendal, Conrad and Wolfram
Spoilers: Character abuse
Warnings: None
Notes: For Sarah and Nicole, because they asked for it.
Cheri sighed, watching her young middle son. Lately, she had noticed that he only had one emotion--smiling indiference. No matter what happened, the damn fake smile never left his face.
She was discussing the matter with Gwendal, who agreed. Wolfram, still just a cute blonde cherub of a child, was playing next to them.
When he heard Conrad's name, he turned to look seriously at his oldest brother and mother. "Little big brother doesn't have a problem!"
"Yes he does, Wolf," Cheri said, running her fingers through the blonde locks her son had inherited. "All he does is smile, and that's it."
"But I like his smile!"
"So do we," Gwendal replied, leaning forward to get closer to Wolfram's level. "But that's ALL he does. No one smiles all the time, it's not normal."
Wolfram thought about this for a moment, then snatched up his wooden practice sword and ran towards Conrad. Confused, the two elders watched the younger boys practice their swordplay until Wolfram thwacked Conrad hard between the legs with his weapon.
The poor brunette boy, surprised and shocked and no longer smiling, fell to the ground, bent over halfway. Wolfram ran back to his mother and oldest brother, his pale cheeks flushed from activity.
"See? He's not smiling now!"
Gwendal crossed his legs smoothly at the knee.
Cheri had to leave the room--her laughing would definately give Wolf the wrong idea.
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