The Meme Valentine michiru_kaiou7 Day: 1 February Title: Roses, Velvet and Chocolate
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (books)
Characters: Holmes / Watson
Prompt: roses, velvet and chocolate Genre: Romantic Rating: PG Summary: was the evening of February 14, 1887 that found that Sherlock Holmes, the greatest detective of the British Empire, had a romantic side. Warnings: veiled hints at a homosexual relationship.
Notes: No beta, which should already make you turn away. Set in the same year of publication of "A Study in Scarlet," Drury Lane was known as one of the most infamous streets of London, pastry William Curley to Ebury Street, but there is an anachronism, was opened in 2004.
was the evening of February 14, 1887 that found that Sherlock Holmes, the greatest detective of the British Empire, had a romantic side.
The second month of the year began, almost without noticing, taken from the case of the jewels of Lady Swanson. The search for valuable parure of rubies took us on continent and almost without realizing it we were back in London around ten in the month.
For the next four days I devoted to the drafting of the report of the adventure in Paris and Holmes locked in his room in the company of the violin and cocaine. This led to a cooling of our relationship up to an almost total disregard for one another: I'm too angry about the pernicious and unbecoming conduct of my friend, because he intolerant intellectual inactivity. I had learned, over time, than trying to ignore as much as possible, the use of drugs gloomy mood of my roommate to my liver and profited from his ears.
February 14 Sunday was a cold but bright. I went, as my habit, at St James Park to Gladstone with a walk and read the latest novel by Thomas Hardy, but I gave up soon enchanted by the beauty of the landscape.
Just before dark I returned to Baker Street where, to meet me, I found only a note from Holmes, consegnatomi by Mrs. Hudson. The text, short and concise, as in the style of my friend invited me to dinner at Marcin at 19:00. I took the watch from his pocket, I had time to go to deliver the manuscript by the editor and go to the restaurant on foot.
When I arrived, Holmes was already sitting at the table, in a quiet corner in a raised position with respect the room. My friend was watching an old lady richly dressed, some in order to obtain as much information on it: a pastime of its own.
- Good evening, Holmes! - I said, settling in my place. I noted with relief that at last he had shaved, washed and changed clothes.
- Good evening, doctor! He found it boring text that Hardy had brought with him? - Asked me with a wry smile on his face. I
confined to a brief chuckle, I knew that, just seeing progress in the room, my friend had put forward, perhaps slightly more pinkish in color or dust on the coat, which was not long remained on the bench engrossed in reading, but not I in the mood to wonder for his perspicacity or to allow him to give me another lesson on his scientific method of investigation: I was just angry with him and I accepted the invitation to Marcin only to allow him to apologize.
- Hardy's not for me - cut him short with a sharp voice. Holmes died of a smile on the lips, hit my guest ordered the dinner.
taste a good stew, washed down with a light beer and end the meal with a pudding and a vintage brandy. We spoke little during dinner, for the most part whether it was appropriate or not to accept the invitation of Lady Swanson to spend the Easter holidays in Brighton, where it provides us with a cottage on sea, as a further sign of gratitude for the services that Holmes had made.
- If you feel up to bet a few shillings to a boxing match, Watson? - Holmes asked me putting down the spoon in the pot now empty where they had served the pudding.
- Marcin From luxury to the squalor of Drury Lane ... so typical of its controversial nature, Holmes! - Exclaimed resigned.
- Still bitter about my lifestyle is not suited to common decency, Watson? It should be accustomed to nihilistic behavior that accompany the end of every post - Sherlock Holmes said nonchalantly, as if we were not talking about his health and his wellbeing.
- You can not ever get used to seeing a person dear voluntarily destroyed - said with a sigh.
- Yet tonight the surprise, my dear and caring friend! My present can in no way repay the dedication and care that makes me question, and which are often not worthy, but I want to make him a present anyway. Take it as another of my extravagance.
Holmes motioned to a waiter to approach and he came to our table carrying a rectangular box, closed with a red ribbon and wax.
- Please, open well-Holmes exhorted me, when the waiter had gone, and his eyes shone like those of a child in front of a showcase of toys.
untied the knot, thus break the seal with the initials of my friend, and hesitantly lifted the lid inside the box was lined with red velvet and contained rose petals, the fragrance, and small square chocolates with rum cakes stamped with the logo of William Curley, in Ebury Street.
- I know, it would have been better to have a cigar - is scoffed Holmes before I could say anything.
- The Curley rum chocolates are my favorites - said in his defense, but did not dare ask why the petals.
- exactly remember one day forced me to reach Ebury Street just to be able to taste one.
- Curley is one of the most expensive Shops in London - I said almost absentmindedly, while trying to calculate how much it cost the package so richly composed. Holmes smiled pleased and accepted the chocolate that's offered.
- We want to do, Watson? - Finally urged me and I forgot to be angry with him.
Only the next day, reading the Times of a young man who had written the name of his beloved with rose petals under the balcony of this, I remembered that February 14 is considered the day of lovers. I looked up on Holmes took to strum the violin so senseless, and struggled to hold back a laugh - Rose, velvet and chocolate, eh? How absurd to apologize - I thought to myself.
Day: February 2
Title: Valentine's second Kamui Fandom: X (AU-Kamui: the face of love)
Characters: Fuma / Kamui
Prompt: "Happy Valentine's Day!" "... Really, sometimes I wonder what have you inside the head" Genre: crack Rating: PG Summary: Kamui never ceased to surprise him. Warnings: veiled references to a homosexual relationship.
Notes: the acting is part of the collection "Kamui: the face of love", where an unlikely Fuma and Kamui live life pseudo-marriage, based on soap operas and dramas in costume.
Fuma returned home after a grueling night out with Yuto, the hunt for a guy who had the misfortune to be on the blacklist of Kano. Already the idea of having to search for this idiot in every room of Ginza not like it, then do it with Yuto Kiga who was at home in any nightclub in the city more or less infamous ...
Anyway had survived the long night and did not want to go home and collapse in his bed, but did not really smokes Monou a house or a bed in the usual sense: he had a fasienda and a canopy or a villa with garden of cherry trees and futon, as if your partner / tenant decides to Consuelo, the protagonist of a demented South American telenovelas, or child of a Heian emperor, as in the ridiculous costume drama titled Phanatasma. Yet Kamui, the silly chick who continued to stay at home and send it to maintain even a crazy day and the other so well, here, Kamui never ceased to surprise him.
Fuma Monou went into the house and appeared
... A grove with a willow tree and a hedge shaped like a heart, a green meadow dotted with lilies, daisies and non-scordardi-ti-me, the rainbow across a clear blue sky where the clouds seemed to be made with cream spray, a waterfall pouring down next to a greek temple, where a woman, never seen before, played the harp dressed as an elf, a unicorn, cropping the grass and the birds chirping in the sky free.
Fuma gasped for half a minute at least. How could the chick
transform their living room in the set of Teletubbies in less than twelve hours? How do we do? Kamui
appeared in the room (so if we want to call it) dressed in a white tunic, white wings and a bow and arrow in the quiver, Japan unlikely version of Cupid, the god of love.
- Happy Valentine's Day! - Said before throwing her arms around (or trying to do, given the difference in height between the two).
Fuma shook his head in resignation, lie down and spent from burst to laugh in his face - ... Seriously, sometimes I wonder what have you inside his head.
Day: February 3 Title: Holmes and surprises
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (books)
Characters: Holmes / Watson
Prompt: Damned Gift Genre: indefinite
Rating: G Summary: In the early days of my life with Sherlock Holmes wanted to surprise him with a gift, thinking to please Him ... Warnings: wanted (but really wanting to) slash
Notes: no beta.
In the early days of my life with Sherlock Holmes wanted to surprise him with a gift, thinking that would please him: the result was yet another mate that my good friend said to my intelligence. Holmes locates in advance the gift, I seemed well hidden, and guessed its contents without any difficulty, although I had used a system of Chinese boxes for concealing nature. When
, full of pride and a certain childlike frenzy, I decided to give him my present, Holmes did not show any discrepancy or surprise, he just tell me - kind of you, doctor, give me a new pipe tobacco and strong - I stood open-mouthed, shocked and disappointed my attempts to catch him had proved totally exhausted, and he did not make the slightest effort to conceal - Something's wrong, Doctor?
- Nothing - but I lied in my heart I thought - Damn!
- I know he was eager to surprise me, my dear friend, but my curious nature led me to find out what the secret held so apprehensive in recent days. If I ask you a note, without creating an aura of mystery, could more easily reach his goal. To hide an object there is no better way than to leave it all to see!
- So, if I left the pipe on the table or on my desk, not would have guessed that it was for you, Holmes? - I asked, intrigued by his reasoning.
- I noticed the new purchase, and admiring the fine form and the quality of the wood, I'd been led to ask to borrow his pipe, then you could do with a gift, I would have been greatly impressed by his generosity!
- I understand - I said sadly.
- I give her credit for choosing the most appropriate gift, will surely have noticed that my old pipe has chipped in an unfortunate encounter with the canines of Gladstone, which I promptly removed from not enough, then, thank you , my good doctor!
I was relieved by these words of gratitude, but since then I have not tried to make surprises to Sherlock Holmes.
Day: February 4 Title: There once was a boy ...
Fandom: Caesar Characters: Cesare / Miguel (implicit)
Prompt: "The world stops for a moment / why wants to admire you (Jovanotti) +
There Was a boy / boy a very strange for
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Moulin Rouge Genre: reflective
Rating: G Summary: Eventually he got the fateful day Warnings: set at the end of the 6th volume, and vague hints of spoilers
Notes: thinking while I went to buy bread, written and copied jet before lunch on the fly 15 minutes from the end of the meme!
Finally came the fateful day: the day of the consecration of the sixteen year old son of Cardinal Rodrigo Borgia as bishop of Pamplona. Cesare officer Mass of Christmas with the Archbishop of Pisa and, in doing so must take the most votes, which means becoming an adult, with duties and responsibilities as an adult.
You are at his side, slightly apart, as always, for you are his faithful shadow, and located far from your note. When Cardinal
Riario set the miter on the head of what was your childhood friend, not your brother, you think that the entire universe to stop a moment to admire, to admire the perfect way in which the headgear Bishop sits on the locks of the Borgia blacks, as if his place was nothing more than that, all along.
Then you remember that once there was a boy, a boy very strange, unlike any other: her eyes were turned towards the future, the future written by others for the greater glory of the house, the boy felt himself already master its future. And now that
The future has arrived, you wonder if it's just the way it Caesar dreamed.
Day: February 5 Title: Collision Fandom: Gintama Characters: Hijikata / Mitsuba
Prompt: The miracle of HAVING met you Was preordinaited from Long Ago Genre: angst Rating: G Summary: The old monk told that two lovers will meet in their future lives: Warnings: spoilers episodes 86 and 87 Notes: not beta The old monk told that two lovers will meet in their future lives: changing bodies, faces, voices, but the souls will find each other. Toshiro Hijikata
not know whether to believe or not this shit fixed while the room where Mitsuba been extinguished a few hours ago. You take away Sougé Kondo since before the luxury of looking with your eyes what's eyes looked Mitsuba last, lie down there where she was lying.
Listen to the silence, Toshiro, now his voice is gone, the room is empty, the silence is not to think.
Mitsuba have met has been a miracle, the only one in your life, admit it!
If it is true what they say the Buddhists, it was a miracle that repeats itself from life to life.
Consulates, Toshiro Hijikata, perhaps in a past life you were happy together, and maybe it will be in the future. Mitsuba was
If half of your soul, find yourself, while in this life you do not need to have a soul, you just your sword, a cigarette between his lips, and yes, even the silly belief that fate will has a second chance.
Day: February 6 Title: Alberto and Mbuti magic
Fandom: RPF Cast: Alberto / Vulva
Prompt: "Light at the end of the world" Genre: crack
Rating: G Summary: From a young Albert had always wondered what was the end of the world. Warnings: none Notes: The characters exist, are not mine, they do what they want, but it certainly did not do what I have written here. The idea I have given to Michiru, but I felt like using it too!
From a young Albert had always wondered what was the end of the world. His father Peter, who even knew a lot and had seven or eight honorary degrees, he could not answer, but one day gave him a windbreaker jacket and a trowel - Go, Alberto, find out what's at the end of the world, and since you're there, try to get at least a 10% share!
loyal to the teachings of his father, Albert studied geology, archeology, anthropology, traveled far and wide, above and below the Earth, but the mystery of mysteries would not be in his eyes.
Then one day, while taking a coffee bar in the Via Mazzini, he saw her: she was the most beautiful and seductive woman he had ever seen, more beautiful than Cleopatra and Helen of Troy. He sat on a stool, her long blond hair fell over the broad shoulders and wore a red velvet dress provocatively by the generous cleavage.
- Hello! - Alberto said approaching as driven by a force greater than himself (otherwise he would never have bothered a woman, he was a true gentleman!) - Miss, I noticed that he was all alone, I can keep her company? Maybe I know for a documentary on ancient Rome urinals or holidays in fertility of the islands of Micronesia ... yes ... My name is Alberto, Alberto Angela. I know her name?
- The name - his voice low and deep from the bowels of the woman upset him - the name they invented the prehistoric women, tired of calling their children for lunch with the grunts, then those who were always pretend not to understand. The name ... Rieducational on Chanel!
- But then you and vulva! - Exclaimed incredulously Alberto - Live is much more beautiful!
- It's the makeup, the makeup artist I always say - you scoffed vulva - Who invented the greasepaint? Find out about Rieducational Chanel!
- You are a living encyclopedia ... Oh My Goddess! - Angela was close to tears, was so moved.
- Come, Alberto Angela, it's time to let you know! - Whispered enigmatic woman, down from the stool and taking the presenter's hand. She led him out of the bar, out of the dark and dingy offices Rai, narrow-minded and ignorant outside world that does not distinguish the sound of the doorbell digiridu.
When they were in the temple of the goddess, a TV studio with blue screen and a stool as the only furniture, she gave Alberto a triangular shaped object, wrapped in a hanging, no doubt a precious relic.
- 'Mbuti! - Persuasive Vulva said, moving a strand of her long blond hair to the side.
Alberto, trembling, obeyed the order and looked through the funnel and saw what he always was looking for.
- The lu ... Light! - Stammered dismay. Vulva
accomplice nodded but then looked the man in the eye and warned him sternly.
- The secret MBA do not have to tell either Quark or north-west and never, never on Rieducational Chanel!
Alberto promised.
Day: February 7 Title: This Is The End, or not?
Fandom: X (AU-Kamui: the face of love)
Characters: Fuma / Kamui
Prompt: "But one hundred years is equivalent to a few hours when it comes to true love" Genre: crack Rating: PG Summary: On the TV screen appeared the words "Finish" and Kamui burst into convulsive sobs. Warnings: spoilers on the final "Consuelo: the face of love "veiled hints a homosexual relationship.
Notes: the acting is part of the collection "Kamui: the face of love", where an unlikely Fuma and Kamui live life pseudo-marriage, based on soap operas and dramas in costume.
Consuelo's body was surrounded by a golden light and began to climb into the sky where a cloud, Santo Palombo and Carmen were looking for the woman who the psychic with the power of his love had saved the city of Santa Maria by a rain of fire thousands of years. Johnny
helplessly watched his beloved ascend, while Junior and Francisco's little shook hands.
- Goodbye mother! - Said the children in tears.
- Farewell, my children! - Consuelo answered from above.
- Consuelo, what shall I do without you? - Johnny cried out in despair, throw down his shirt and uncork.
- One hundred years will come back - reminded him of his friend Evandro.
- One Hundred Years - Johnny groaned the beautiful and rich, his feet, with the help of his friend and their children.
- But one hundred years is equivalent to a few hours when it comes to true love - tried to console the young Miranda.
- Consuelo Goodbye, goodbye my love! - Called for more forces almost without Johnny.
- No, not goodbye Johnny, goodbye!
The woman was defeated in an explosion of light and darkness fell.
On the TV screen appeared the words "Finish" and Kamui burst into convulsive sobs.
- What's up, chick stupid? - Fuma churches emerging from the study of the instruction manual attached to the new microwave oven, turning point in domestic life and nutrition of the so-called torque.
- Co Consuelo ... ... It is growing - Kamui sobbed, clutching a lace handkerchief to his nose.
- Again? - Fuma looked up to heaven - but when it really dying 'this chick?
- Monster insensitive! - Kamui yelled throwing a pillow - now Johnny will have to wait a hundred years to be able to see again.
- Really cool! - Smoking staring shocked elegantly said the tearful face of his tenant-bar-mate - when she will deign to come down, he'll be dead or about to be! Kamui
stopped to weigh that statement - I never thought of - he murmured thoughtfully.
- Come on? - Smoke jeered.
- Do you know what? - Kamui exclaimed suddenly, a dangerous light in his eyes from crowds.
- They made a billion episodes for a final shit?! - Fuma said counterattack.
- No, it means you have to write a sequel. Should I call the director in Venezuela .... - And ran to close in the room. Smoker looked
Consuelo perplexed, the leopard of a house - when the saga "Smoking: the man who wanted to destroy the world and found himself looking after a chick possessed?
Day: February 8 Title: Intermezzo Fandom: X (AU-Phantasma)
Characters: Seishiro / Subaru
Prompt: "Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep " Genre: Romantic Rating: PG-13 (for thematic)
Summary: - Close your eyes - Warnings: " Phantasma ", the tale of
michiru_kaiou7 , addresses issues such as omessualità and incest, they are therefore present, albeit covertly, even here.
Notes: "Phantasma" is Michiru, I can play there just because she let me. The drabble is not placed at a precise moment of the story, more than anything else was inspired by it.
- Close your eyes - Seishiro Sakurazuka lovingly said to his brother, followed by a soft contact between the moist lips and eyelids of the more feverish the child.
- Stay here with me - said Subaru, a shy whisper, a demand almost imperceptible. Long fingers, white as ivory, held back the makings of a dark kimono with a light touch.
Seishiro, agreeing that required child, he lay down in Subaru, not just to watch her sleep of the patient, but to convince, once and for all those tired limbs that home was there where two of them could be together.
Day: February 9 Title: Remember Fandom: X Characters: Fum / Kamui
Prompt: "Some Things I Remembered ... from before I came here. .. " Genre: angst Rating: PG Abstract: - Sorry, you should? - Warnings: double drabble
Notes: canon, for once!
- Have not you remember me, for us, Kotori-chan? - Kamui asks through her tears.
- Sorry, I? - Answer with a shrug, the monotone voice that I always use him to help him understand that I am
Kamui, Fuma who regrets not that much.
In fact, it is not entirely true that I do not remember, anything left in me, blurry snapshots of a time that seems far away, three children playing in the garden of a temple, a mother stroking the head of his eldest son, the sense of helplessness before the body of a dying man, Tokagure of Monaco.
Yes, I remember something of what I've been waking up before, but those memories do not matter because I'm just a shadow and the shadows do not remember.
- Bastard - I hear him, and spitting blood.
escapes me a giggle, is not disrespect, it's just that his stubbornness makes me almost tenderly: Kamui is so determined to remember doing so, fails to see the future and, lost in nostalgia for the good times that were not understand that life goes forward, not back. Until you accept this simple fact, it can not fulfill his desire, nor mine.
Day: February 10 Title: Love me like I love Fandom: You're in my viewfinder loveprize
Characters: Asami / Akihito
Prompt: "Do you have any feelings deep inside your heart? " + View, Asami / Takaba,
" Like a Virgin / Touched for the very first time " asked by
zia_chu for
Moulin Rouge Genre : introspective, erotic
Rating: NC-17 Summary: I let my mind Become intoxicated music, as well as my body writhing with pleasure under the skilled hands of my lover. Warnings: non-descriptive sex scene between two men.
Notes: set after the Naked Truth Chapter 18. Could be better, longer, more complex, but tonight I'm not so much with his head. The quotation is from Verdi's La Traviata, Act II.
"Amami Alfredo / Love me like I love you" The room is filled with the crescendo of music, a melodious female voice sings a poignant song for his beloved. I do not understand Italian, I know nothing about opera, but he put on Asami this CD, while pouring a drink, and I was left dazed to listen. Most have not noticed the fact that I own and conducting stripping on the bed. I let my mind
Become intoxicated music, as well as my body writhing with pleasure under the skilled hands of my lover. In his eyes, his voice hoarse, his gestures I find a devotion (this is the term to describe the light that I see in the faces of Asami?) That I've never seen before. It is as if we were the love for the first time, it's as if I were a chaste bride to her wedding night and he was the knight in shining you can enjoy the precious prize, and maybe a bit 'like this: After Hong Kong, this is our first night together and I am mad of love as the unfortunate woman who sings. The music reached my ears from a dim room, everything becomes confused: light, sound, moaning, pleasure, muscles and nerves. I feel her breath increase in intensity and I realize that my becomes accelerated, follows its own rhythms, and he mine, like I was two halves of an apple that last match. I cling to him and you scratch my nails his back, he makes a half-frown wrinkling his nose, then smiles at me and I relax again, before leaving us to the heights of pleasure and then to the sweet oblivion that follows. I fall helpless and exhausted into the arms of my love and he laid a kiss moist forehead, rocks me like I was a child, I close my eyes, satisfied, almost in ecstasy, and I fall asleep.
I must have slept a lot, a handful of minutes, because when I wake up, Asami is still here, was already dressed and is smoking a cigarette.
- I'll have to do all day, found something to do, when I again want your company I'll call.
Cold, impassive, a completely different man.
Rest in bed, the sheets twisted around her legs, stupid and unfriendly treatment for that I wonder what Asami's feelings towards me, what's really in the heart of man?
Day: February 11 Title: The Fifth Commandment Fandom: Caesar Characters: Cesare / Miguel (implicit)
Prompt: "Even if it is forbidden" And if + your hands dirty who cares? Keep them closed and no one knows. taken from
Syllables of time, exemption claim
Genre: reflective
Rating: PG-13 Summary: not remember who had designed the first person you killed Warnings: missing moment
Note: My speculation Miguel's past, I do not know if I got the prompt in full but today it went.
not remember who had designed the first person you killed, maybe you have not even looked at first to stab her in the face. You did it because it was what he had to do. Strangely enough, remember what happened next: the rattle dell'agonizzante, the body loses strength and falls to the ground and then the face of Caesar.
Caesar looked at you, looked at the bloody dagger shook again and looked at the victim. You did you follow his gaze, and you took a moment to realize that he had killed a man, you were failed on the fifth commandment. The blood, a substance sticky, dripping on your hands and these are dyed a deep red, almost black.
I have taught many ways to defend yourself and defend the safety of Caesar, but then you were not yet gone beyond forgiveness and grace. The idea of being a murderess you took my breath away for a moment, your eyes could not loose sight of your hands and salaries. Suddenly, Caesar grabbed the knife and threw it away. You looked him without understanding, sentisti Ping blade bouncing on the pavement to a stop, and the silence that followed, Caesar fists your hand in his: most did not see the blood, it was as if your hands were clean back suddenly, as if they had never dirty. Did you realize that in the blink of an eye, then your conscience was.
Killing Caesar is only one way in which it occurs the plan God has for you in Serbian.
Day: February 12 Title: wake up in the morning ...
Fandom: Original Characters: Me and the Moon Prompt: "Being with her was hell, but hell at the bottom there was a blue sky ..." Genre: biographical
Rating: PG-13 Summary: The alarm sounds like every morning ... Warnings: no
Notes: All true, for once!
The alarm sounds like every morning and like every morning, the turn out and I turn on the other end, with the usual excuse "five more minutes."
I hear my footsteps in the hallway, the sounds of the kitchen, the smell of coffee and look forward to invade the family's apartment, the unnerving sound of Tg morning, but no sound reached my ears, until my mother enters the room dark and gives the news that every child dreams to receive: - It's snowing!
Now, I'm no longer a child for a while, but the snow moves me (like everyone else, I think) the magic of childhood, the childlike awe that we have for the wonders of life, but we do not have the time. The snow, however, if it steals time, the swallows, and with him all things
important that you had planned for that day.
I went out onto the terrace and Luna, who is with us for a year and the snow had not seen it yet, comes out with me, sniffs the air and explore.
What will this white blanket that hid my garden? Where is the world? is idiotic to human feelings and thoughts to the quadrupeds of the house, but I can not refrain from smiling, while black and cheering, jumping between the beds capped and runs on the grass white. His legs leaving traces everywhere, destroying the perfection of the snowy ground, but she is happy and invited me to play.
- You are all stupid - I say, laughing, while in his pajamas and robe, I delights the cool air and silence.
Then all of a sudden, life starts again.
The phone rings: - No, I can not go out with my car ... - I hear my father say to a colleague.
- And the doctor? - Then complain about my mother - I have to go to the doctor ... how do I do?
I think of my sister, stuck at home alone, maybe even sleep since last night has finished work late, now'll have to find a way to go for her, because they can not just stay at home alone with this time!
I hear the neighbors to open the windows for a moment imagine their surprise, but then I hear them cursing because the ramp of the garage is obstructed by eight inches of snow (with us, that we are people of the hill, twenty inches is the total paralysis) .
Then I think that if this continues,
cabbages, I can not take the train and this is the weekend of Valentine's Day, her future husband and I, we decided to get together at his house in Umbria.
The phone, agitated.
- Hello, love! - I said, in the background noise of the office. Between one thing and another nine have been made and he is already to work.
- Love, it snows here! - Whining, while the Videophone whitened my garden.
- Here, no! - He says and shows me the parking office sadly gray.
- I'll know how it goes the day, because here the risk of not being able to go!
Meanwhile, I think of my friend who told me only last night - Beware of the snow, when you go to Umbria!
And I laughed the warning, the series "I am woman, strong and courageous, I will not be stopped by two mica flakes Umbrian snow to get to my love." If
, forget it. And the snow keeps falling and it is a real problem: everything stopped, everything closed, skipped appointments, work delayed, lost sister, probably ruined weekend ...
Meanwhile Luna jumps on snow, snow flakes of black dots that are placed above, and none of it to return home. Like the snow, hey, it is a fair Labrador, other dogs barking, he wants to play, the tail moves like crazy.
I enjoyed the drive, yes, one day with snow on this side is hell, but hell freezes every now and the dogs wag his tail and run the world if they can go to hell, at least for a day.
Day: February 13 Title: Beyond the time Fandom: X (AU)
Characters: Fuma, Seishiro, Setsuko, Subaru
Prompt: The mornig light has the scent of hope Genre: AU Rating: G Summary: Warnings: is a spinoff of FF Michiru, 10, 11 and 12, and then that of Chu (I can just put the credits and links as they should)
Notes: E 'coming of longer and more complicated as I thought , will lose his hand, I swear, so take it now, not betata, unfinished and not even read it again!
Fuma Monou That morning he got up early and opened the shutters of his room, the sun illuminated the snow that had fallen the night before, so it was cold but bearable, it was Sunday and, if the accounts had done well in interpreting the signals correctly, today was the big day, the day awaited by the whole a life, even over a lifetime.
closed his eyes, mentally retraced the image that pursued him from childhood, a boy who took upon himself the weight of the world, and smiled. It was time to redeem the past!
And a sky so clear, the smell of wood coming down the hill, the glare of snow on the roofs, for the first time since he was a widower riamasto, smokes once felt able to enjoy the little things.
- Perfect day to make snowmen and tempt fate! - You said going towards the shower.
Seishiro, the firstborn of smokes, a perfectionist and stubborn boy of only eight years, was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Cooking was a passion of Seishiro, together with that for the plants and things of luxury. The home computer, Beast, was dictating the recipe for pancakes.
- Already up? - Said the father, entering the kitchen. With the house completely electronic and Beast in supervision, there was little danger that the chef gave fire to the kitchen or worse, injure yourself.
- I'm creating! - Annoyed replied the child, hated being interrupted while cooking, quell'impiccione from the father, then let him do ...
smokes and went to wake the princess of the house. Setsuko-chan was a girl of five years, adorably flawed and dangerously bewitching charm of his thigh, at this age. Now, then, that was the only woman of the house, well, it simply was revered by his men, as jokingly called his father and older brother.
- Setsuko-chan, it's time to get out of bed! - Fuma said opening the curtains of the room, so let the light inside.
No, Daddy, even five minutes, she whimpered a little.
- Move, Daddy has a surprise for you today! - And as expected, Setsuko-chan jumped out of the blankets and threw her arms around his neck. Fuma laughed and coaxing those mawkish, despite being older now to be carried in arms, if he placed it on his back and fell back into the kitchen.
After breakfast, CSM announced its plans for the little ones on Sunday - We'll make a snowman!
- Noooo - the children replied in chorus.
- Why not? - Resented the father model.
- I want to play the princess in a virtual reality! - Setsuko said.
- I want to go to Paris with the airport bus to see the shop windows - said Seishiro.
- In my day there were all these newfangled modern - Smoke began one of his usual tirades on "In my day," why the children immediately began to puff - There were only the mega-computers and androids to play.
- How boring, Dad! - Grumbled small.
- The head of the family has chosen the "snowman" useless to try to dissuade him from his purpose! - The metallic voice of Karen joined them in the living room. Since the artificial inteliggenze had obtained the abolition of slavery and enjoyed the full civil rights, Karen was no longer living with the family Monou, but after the death of the lady had returned to care for children part-time. Since, however, a model is a bit ' dated, had a limited linguistic database and a croaking voice, although it sounded in every way a real woman - I remember the head of household, who would now be appropriate to bring flowers and Inaccessible to the late Mrs. Monou.
- Thank you, Karen-san, the first from his mother and then go to the park, all right, guys? - CSM concluded selected from clothing coats and shoes for herself and children.
- Yes, Dad - the children nodded and did not protest further when Karen put their hats and scarves.
- Have a nice day kids! Good day breadwinner! - Croaked the AI-haired fawn.
- Ueno Park, please! - Monou ordered the taxi Automatic awaiting them in front of the house. The autonavicella glided towards the old cemetery.
Ueno Park was the only monument left standing after the devastating earthquake that razed the old Tokyo in 1999, it became a cemetery, after the devastation and, although he was now regarded as world heritage site, continued to host the subsoil, the cemetery of New Tokyo.
Ueno was the only park in the open air of the city, everyone else was bioclimates glass or artificial trees were cherry trees, fresh snow and clean air, a perfect place for children, yet was not attended as a place to walk, perhaps because they are still linked in the imagination People of the terrible disaster of the previous century.
The trio got off the taxi and they set forth to the entrance of the park, stopped just a second before the inscription reminiscent of the Tokyo Tower, which stood at that point, and the earthquake which had its epicenter. Fuma closed his eyes for a second, still rocked a moment the image of the amethyst eyed boy who fought and smiled. It was so long ago and he, for all I knew, was the only one who remembered. There was a wild legend around grnade earthquake of 1999, a story about seven dragons of the earth and seven dragons of Heaven, two twin stars and the End of the World. In many thought were just stupid, like the Loch Ness monster or the foxes that turn into humans, but he knew the truth. Since childhood he had been gripped terrible nightmares, ficnhè had not realized they were scenes from his past life, life that needed to be addressed. Not everything was clear and delineated, but smokes knew who had made a promise to someone important, and that day did not bring the children to Ueno randomly.
The park was shrouded in white, the streets in the area just dirty black, few people were walking in an era where microjet could reduce the force of gravity and transported anywhere without effort, so it was quite rare to meet other people and throughout the visit to the cemetery did not see that very few old men. Ascent to the surface the family Monou came across a group of monks from Kyoto-Heian, you could tell by how they dressed. Kyoto-Heian had become home to the University of Peace and retired to live there, scholars and monks from all over the world, a city-temple, from which only very rarely its inhabitants moved away. For children, then, was a huge surprise to see up close the real monks, complete with robe and sandals, even in winter. One of them came up and asked directions to CSM.
- new to Nagano, you have to take the underground air is the fastest way - Fuma kindly replied. A monk in particular drew the attention of Seishiro and, therefore, of Setsuko. She had emerald green eyes.
- You're weird! - He began the girl with a grimace.
- Ah, yes? - Smiled the young man kneeling at his height - But you're a very pretty girl, but a little 'nasty, I'm afraid!
- And I'm cute? - Seishiro owl now, always in competition with her sister.
- You are both very nice! - Said with a smile on Monaco.
- But I do more! - Said Setsuko, who hated to be put aside by his brother - true, Dad? - He added running to be pampered by CSM.
Seishiro shrugged as if to excuse the conduct of his sister and Monaco smiled back, stroking his head to leave. Both had a vision triggered by contact, it lasted only a moment, but they seemed like an eternity. Crescendo
Seishiro would learn what the vision meant, but that day was only a sequence of images, like a silent movie: a boy from blue kimono set in a forest of maples, the darkness of a room where a ghost was showing two lovers kissing in the moonlight in a shower of Cherry Blossoms, a wooden bridge and a beautiful girl who apologizes to a noble samurai dressed in black, a cherry tree in bloom and a young child who speaks , then ruins, blood, and the desperate look of a man with a green eye and one white. The
Monaco withdrew his arm scared and ran to the small shelter in the embrace of his father.
- Sei-chan, you're scared? - Fuma asked, stroking his little head notice. The child hated that nickname, but that time did not Strine and stronger objection to the body of his father.
- Forgive me! - Exclaimed the young monaco dismay - I did not scare him, I do not know what happened-he stammered still shaking itself.
- It happened what had to happen, Subaru-san! - Fuma cryptic answer - is why we are all here today.
- How do you know my name? - Subaru churches full of apprehension.
- Everything in its time - cut short smokes and took the children by the hand going towards the exit of the park - Adiamo, boys, family Monou has yet to make his little man with snow! Small
followed him without protest, but Seishiro turned a couple of times in the direction of the green-eyed young monaco.
- Do you know Daddy? - Asked Setsuko.
- I do not, Setsuko-chan! - Laughed the father.
- What? I have called you by name - insisted the little girl.
- That boy could not be Suabru-san - continued allusive Fuma.
- But it makes no sense - Seishiro snapped annoyed that her father, as usual, did in dumb.
- Oh, if it has, but if I tell you everything right away, then there is no taste, no?
Seishiro pouted, but he forgot the incident when Setsuko's yanked his arm in front of a display case of desserts.
Fuma enjoyed watching the children, but thought of nothing else, he thought of the promise that in a past life he had made a brave boy named Kamui and himself, so as to remedy the evil he had committed since then had many times Reincarnation , from life to life atone his crimes (whatever they were) and finally arrived on the day of redemption, would have helped to bring together Seishiro a boy with green eyes, fulfilling an old wish it never vanished. The light of the cold morning Winter had the scent of hope, or maybe they were just the sweets that their children were eating with joy.
Day: February 14 Title: The greatest gift Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle Characters: Seishiro and Fuma (children)
Prompt: the greatest gift + TRC, Seishiro and smoke, according to the U.S.
Moulin Rouge Challenge Genre: fluff Rating: G Summary: - Happy Birthday, Fu-chan! - Seishiro said leaning in the nursery. Warnings: AU Notes: Treat Michiru by Austria's "Long Way Home".
- Happy Birthday, Fu-chan! - Seishiro said leaning in the nursery.
it was all the usual chaos, books, toys, puzzle pieces, everything from bulk clothes and dirty socks. The older brother shook his head, scolding the order would make it again.
- It's my gift? - Asked amused the child falling out of bed with a jump - Today is my fifth birthday and that's my gift! - Continued, turning to his brother that revolved around anticipating, so that the child could not see what the other is hidden behind his back.
- Yes, it's your gift! - Seishiro laughed and gave him a metal box, a circular shape.
- What? - Asked the little perplexed.
- A compass - said Seishiro triggering the opening.
- What's the use? - Smoke continued even more puzzled.
- To know where the north - said Seishiro patient. Fuma stared at him without understanding - The needle always points north, so you will not ever lose and you'll always know to go home!
that compass in the years ahead would become useful to more and more times, although with time it was rifled and damaged, the Fuma kept as a precious treasure, hopeful that one day would take him from Niisan.
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the headaches, accidents and various "who made me do" does not count!
But I had fun and I met many nice little women who have my own taste, which is really extraordinary!
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