Watched Cowboy Bebop on DVD courtesy an admirer of my best friend. I alternated between annoying and distant, as she can't really decide on him. Was utterly enchanted, and Yohji started getting antsy about Spike again. Alas, Green Bird was ruined because I was trying to pick out details in the flashes. The boy emerging from his parent's corpse. "Do you understand?" "... as if." Strange plays with Spike and Faye. Shove a gun into a guy's mouth to make him talk. Smirking over a squawking hailing signal. Jet being nice to animals and children. Play with the audience, play at the audience, play with the audience.
Be fluid. Like water. Like water.
Before that, I watched a lot of Digimon, to figure out my tapes. The dam's leaking, let me play.
Watched Cowboy Bebop in the science building, my fingers scented like oranges.
At one a.m. some idiot pulled the fire alarm again and we scooted out of bed, grumbling. My fingers were iced as I guiltily wished eviction and fire on them.
Some yuri, unfinished, unpolished. Enjoy.
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Suzuka felt the night wind gathering like a dark cloak over her layers of kimono. Her eyes were on the woman on the hill above. It was the hour of death when she sheathed her sword, a silent reverence for those who had been taken from her in those first wing-beats of night. Not many had survived past that deadline but the assassin still kept it, a pact of mercy in a cruel occupation. But while Suzuka wore twilight like a bittersweet ending, this woman reveled in the promise of it. Her long hair had just the slightest touch of midnight blue, but the stars burned in her eyes like mocking lovers. Suzuka mistrusted her immediately.
Their weapons were drawn without a thought. Hers were twin jittes, flimsy and powerless in anything but a sword dance. But Suzuka was not fooled. All it took was a little chi and a great deal of skill, and her wooden sword could cut through flesh and metal. Weapons did not win battles on their own. Now she would see if this smirking young woman was as good as she seemed–
Swords clashed a handsbreadth from Suzuka's face, and she almost gasped. Chi, hers and the other's, warmed her face for an instant, her snake-strike burst clashing with something which surged through her opponent, as bright as the sparkling eyes which met hers. They flew apart. Suzuka tested her ground, frowning at the way the girl danced. She saw now that the lithe figure was only a girl, yet with nothing of a youth's foolish petulance.
The girl leaped. Her hair was flying, shimmering in the waxing starlight, and Suzuka followed. They fought like Furies but silent. Suzuka was naturally so. The subtle glee in the girl's movements told her she was holding back her chatter. It was too delirious to be a dance, the girl's rapid onslaught not quite in counterpoint to the assassin's protracted maneuvers. Suzuka found herself wanting to synchronize, to dance or be danced with, anything other than the chaotic struggle where every move was not quite compliment or congruity.
Suzuka found herself slipping into her high-end attacks. It seemed natural, for this girl was a worthy opponent, yet for the first time she was bothered that they were lethal. This was a private battle, not a paid hit. Any mistake might kill the starlight in those eyes.
A break in their rhythms when an undefendable slash struck air, and a jitte ghosted Suzuka's sleeve.
The girl did not make mistakes.
The assassin had no doubt that she was drawing on powers not from this world. It made Suzuka doubt her sword and her body for a moment, so dreadfully overmatched she'd be if the girl stopped holding back. Their movements grew frantic, staccato strikes and parries, till Suzuka wanted to close her eyes for no sight could keep up with their bodies.
Maybe she did. She saw it too late, an opening, the glinting metal a blur, and she twisted– only to feel her sash tugged away, a familiar strangeness of being bared open. The jitte rested on her throat at the same instant she tapped the girl with her weapon, and it took everything she had to stop the chi from decapitating the young warrior.
The girl threw her head back and laughed. It was a laugh like hard-edged diamonds burning through the sky, and suddenly Suzuka wanted to laugh as well, for she too was holding the girl's sash. She hadn't even been aware of its silken weight till her senses caught up with her body. And there... the girl smelled of wisteria and smoke, her cheeks dusted with rose from the exertion, her smooth skin laden with a sheen of sweat. Her kimono was in the same style as Suzuka's, but older, almost archaic in its embroidered flowers and birds. It reached down to her ankles, a liability in a fight unlike the assassin's more practical garments. Not that it had slowed her in the least.
The girl was looking at her. Full night had fallen, and in the shadows her eyes seemed brighter. Though they were in the same position, and Suzuka was taller by a head, she felt her opponent had the advantage under this moonless sky. She tugged on the girl's sash.
Cloth like petals unfolded. Firm breasts, slim muscled waist, a pendant like a hooked teardrop resting on her collarbone. Suzuka could not take her eyes away. It was not so much the beauty – for the girl had that – but the very stillness of the body, the acceptance of her gaze. Only one had ever stolen Suzuka's sash and she still burned with the shame of it. Surely the girl realized that to be revealed was a defeat, to bare all was a surrender.
The jitte had fallen away while she stared. And suddenly she felt the girl's hands on her. She had forgotten her own vulnerable state but it was much too late. The girl stepped closer to loosen the wrappings from her body. Suzuka looked up at the half-lidded eyes, wondering why she had been afraid to look, wondering why she had been afraid at all. An assassin did not bother to watch a person's eyes; it was simpler to trust one's body, and this ensured a quick death. To be a voyeur was to be a sadist and a murderer. But this one, though a challenge, she did not want to kill.
The girl's roving hands swept away all intention. Suzuka leaned in, gripping the edge of the kimono, feeling the body heat wafting into the chill air. "My name is Kayura," the girl murmured over Suzuka's lips. The assassin held still as her breasts came free of their wrappings. The flat of the wooden blade rested on Kayura's cheek.
"Kayura," she tasted the name, the brush of her lips sending a shiver through the smaller girl. "My name is Suzuka."
A calloused palm brushed her nipples, and she remembered herself. Suzuka scanned the area for signs of an ambush. Kayura was patient, her hand resting on her breast. When Suzuka turned to face her again, her midnight hair fell upon her shoulder and a hot tongue lapped the sweat on her neck. Suzuka understood. Explanations could wait. For now their bodies could lead the way– Kayura obviously trusted hers.
12:06 AM the real folk blues hontou no
yorokobi ga shiritai dake
hikaru mono no
subete ga
ougon to wa kagiranai
... doro no kawa ni
tsukatta
jinsei mo waruku wa nai
ichido kiri de
owaru nara
Töt mich, bitte. Ich habe kein Herz für dem Schnitt. Ich will angstfrei werden. Aber der Kampf hat angedauern und dauert an und dauert an. Er hat mein Knochenmark angestecken. Verdammt noch mal! Ich kann nicht einstellen, und ich muss. Gott, gewähren Sie mir manchen Stärke, bitte bitte bitte...
10:53 AM i think it's time to blow this scene get everybody and his stuff together
okay
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2
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let's jam
Last night was the Harem House RPG's six month anniversary. Dude, time flew! For six months (and yes I nearly typed 'sex'), every night, our boys have played and we have played with them and they've played with each other. It's been rough at times... but the smut is still some of the best on the web.
So I'm writing this Digimon fic. It's an epic based entirely on 02. If anyone happens to be reading this and has found a script or a really good scene-by-scene ep summary, could you drop me a line? I want to be correct.... and not miss a single innuendo.
~60K of graphics :: Koani by
Alice in Wonderland :: Scorpion by Ushikai Background and buttons by Triple Orbit Graphics ~ Sadly it's no longer at its former website.
