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Pick one of my story universes, and request a scene/give a prompt for that universe.
I hold the right to request you change your prompt if I feel I can not fulfill/do not want to fulfull your request.
(As it may be answered in the story, etc.)
These will only be short drabbles, mind you, so I ask that you keep your prompts small, and brief. If you can't think of a prompt for one of my existing stories, feel free to make it a generic request.
I will fill each request as soon as I am able.
Pick one of my story universes, and request a scene/give a prompt for that universe.
I hold the right to request you change your prompt if I feel I can not fulfill/do not want to fulfull your request.
(As it may be answered in the story, etc.)
These will only be short drabbles, mind you, so I ask that you keep your prompts small, and brief. If you can't think of a prompt for one of my existing stories, feel free to make it a generic request.
I will fill each request as soon as I am able.
Steals spot
Date: 2010-01-22 10:30 pm (UTC)Re: Steals spot
Date: 2010-01-22 10:35 pm (UTC)Dream Spiral, on the road, sphere recording of the boys just having fun and hanging out. Kidoll bonus! :D
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Date: 2010-01-23 12:15 am (UTC)He was also pretty sure he pulled a muscle, and it wasn't from taking down a pair of Anacondaurs on his own. While the monsters weren't very prominent these days, and even less so in the Calm Lands since they'd started transforming into a sort of theme park, they were still there.
With a wheeze, Kaito peeled his leather clad ass off the grass and gave Shinichi another sidelong. Of course, Shinichi didn't look back, at all. Not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.
Kaito bit down, hard, on his lower lip, and hauled himself to his feet. Snorts of amusement made his shoulders jerk. Slowly he pulled out one of the recording sphere's he'd bought back in Luca, and switched it on. Wide grin firmly in place, he crept toward Shinichi.
“And here,” Kaito intoned solemnly for his future audience's viewing pleasure. “We have the statue of one Kudou Shinichi.”
Because Shinichi had gotten hit with the Anacondaur's petrifying stare. And it was hysterical.
He had to bite back another round of laughter as Kidoll, as much of a spotlight hog as he was, scrambled up Shinichi' stone leg (still poised on top of his soccer ball) and then up his torso, shoulders, and a nimble little flip to land on his head. The doll struck a pose, cape billowing in the breeze.
“Very dashing,” Kaito informed his little friend. “You're on top of the world.”
Okay, that had sounded kind of sappy if he thought about it, so he decided not to.
“Think we should wake him up?”
Kidoll waved his little hands in what Kaito thought was an affirmative, but it was probably just his imagination, right? Dolls couldn't form personalities, and minds of their own... Right?
With the recording sphere in one hand, Kaito reached into his satchel for a Soft with the other, and moved slowly toward the statue. The cap came off with a little pop, and Kaito upended the liquid all over Shinichi's head. After Kidoll had jumped off to glide, spiraling, to the ground, of course.
Shinichi gave a great sputter as he abruptly returned to normal to find himself drenched.
Kaito jumped back, still recording, and watched him swing around in search of enemies. “Shinichi, they're all dead.”
His partner whirled toward him, saw what he was doing, and Kaito knew he'd have to run in a few seconds. “Oui eteud! Fryd yna oui tuehk?! kad dryd uid uv so vyla!”
And, just like he expected, Shinichi lunged at him. Kaito took off running with a cackle, and the recording showed only blue sky. Until a small doll's face filled the view and everything went black.
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Date: 2010-01-23 12:21 am (UTC)PERFECT. I LOVE! (I want to know what Shinichi said! XD) And Kidoll~ And Kaito wondering about Kidoll~ And LOL poor Shinichi~ Kaito so would record something like that. XD
I solemnly swear, here and now, that I /will/ get you to write this one day. This is too much love♥~!
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Date: 2010-01-22 10:32 pm (UTC)Prompt: Dimensional Shock ("Dimensional Shock" being a joke on "culture shock". Surely the boys are going to run into something in one of those other dimensions that's going to come as a "culture" shock. XD)
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Date: 2010-01-23 12:58 am (UTC)“I don't know if I can do this,” he whined. Beside him, his companion snorted. “I really don't think I can. It's too weird. I can't do it. I want to go home.”
“You brought this on yourself. It's your fault so we're going to fix it.”
Nanashi smiled faintly. At least there was no doubt that they were in this together, even if he caused the mess. “You can't tell me you aren't freaked out.”
“Of course I am, idiot,” his cranky lover scoffed. “I've been 'freaked out' since that first debacle.”
“You don't act like it!”
“Neither do you, usually. Where's your Poker Face now, monk?”
Nanashi rolled over, and prowled toward the his glaring lover. “You can distract me. I can't find an audience here, I'm not who they want. It's not my stage so we can just improvise. Right?”
A finger planted itself right between his eyes, even as Nanashi slid his hands over his boyfriend's thighs. “Is that all you think about?”
“Not all I think about, no.”
“Prove it.”
“I think about magic, too.”
“Get off me.”
There was a definite thunk as Nanashi shoved his companion onto his back. That just showed how hard he was fighting, really. The jewel around his neck clattered against the floor. “Now, come on Inu-chan, you don't have to be such a bore.”
“I thought you were whining.”
“I was, and now you're going to help me deal with this terrible shock.”
“I'm going to bite you in ten seconds. Ten...”
“Oooh, please do. You know I like the feel of those fangs on my–” His words were abruptly cut off as Shinichi smacked a hand over his mouth, blushing vividly.
“Shut up, Kaito.”
Kaito knew he was going to get his way.
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Date: 2010-01-23 01:05 am (UTC)*pets* I really shouldn't have expected anything less, all things considered. They're WTF chart is well, completely broken. Meeting AU versions of yourself is "culture" shock enough.
Still, it was hilarious to see what they got up to after the other boys left. (Kaito more than likely so didn't get his way, XDDD)
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Date: 2010-01-23 01:12 am (UTC)Oh Kaito, you amuse me so♥. And Shinichi, if you /really/ don't like it, you're more than capable enough to push him away♥~
And Kaito was so going to say neck there. Really. *shot*
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Date: 2010-01-22 10:40 pm (UTC)Why Not?
Shinichi and Saguru teasing Kaito, who for some reason is unable to participate/get back at them.
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Date: 2010-02-03 09:59 pm (UTC)“Perhaps we should check the eastern wing, Kudou-kun,” Saguru murmured. “If I recall correctly that's where we lost him initially, and–” He cut off when Shinichi touched his arm lightly, and turned to look at his fellow detective. Shinichi's head was tilted like a bemused puppy, a curious yet amused look on his face, and when Saguru followed his line of sight he found out why.
Slowly, a smirk spread across Saguru's face to match the amused smile blooming on Shinichi's face. The two detective's paced forward, heads tilting back to keep an eye on the sight.
“Well,” he drawled, “I never thought I'd see something like this.”
“And that's one of his own traps.”
An annoyed sound came from above them, muffled and unintelligible. Saguru crossed his arms over his chest, while Shinichi mirrored his stance. The two smirked. Kaitou Kid was suspended above them, held in the tight mesh of a net he, himself, had set earlier. One of his arms was pressed over his own mouth, the fabric bunched and pressed against his face. His other arm was twisted over his head, his top hat knocked forward. Kid's expression, from beneath the shadow of his hat brim, was an odd mixture of a sad 'help me' eyes, and a glower.
“However did the great Kaitou Kid manage this?” Saguru asked in mocking concern. “Surely he couldn't have forgotten one of his traps?”
“MMPHBLE.”
“Certainly no one else could have put it there, or he'd have been caught by now.”
“I'm pretty sure we exited the building through here as well...”
Kid thrashed in his mesh cage until he'd managed to shift his arm enough to speak, it also knocked his hat further askew. It was probably a good thing neither Shinichi nor Saguru were interested in turning him in, and they already knew who he was. “Are you two going to stand there and gloat all night, or help me down?”
Saguru sent a questioning look toward Shinichi. The other man tapped a finger against his cheek, hand clasping his elbow, then deadpanned, “I'm tempted to leave him up there to see how long it takes for someone else to notice him, but...”
“We seem to be oddly attached to him,” Saguru agreed with a morose sigh, then set about rooting around to let the thief down. He soon found a nearly unnoticeable pulley system hidden in one of the nearby shadows, behind a decorative suit of western plate armor. He was none to gentle in releasing the trap, and Kid fell to the tiles with a rather jarring sound.
Saguru didn't feel guilty about it, honestly, considering all the times he'd endured similar indignities.
Kid stood up, huffing and brushing fussily at his white suit. His hat lay, half forgotten, at his feet. Saguru watched Shinichi step forward, his fingers absently sliding down the thief's sides so he could tug his suit coat straight. Saguru reached down and snatched the top hat off the floor, then leaned forward to set it jauntily on Kid's head. His lips brushed lightly against the skin just before Kid's ear, and when he tried to pull away he felt his tie caught in a firm grip. He wasn't being paid any attention though, and watched, amused, as Kid finally pulled away from the kiss he and Shinichi had been caught up in.
“I still hate you both,” Kid said flatly, “but you'll get yours eventually.”
Shinichi smirked lazily. “Of course.”
He didn't seem that perturbed about it, and considering the smoldering in his eyes Saguru had a feeling he wasn't thinking about Kid's revenge.
Saguru sent a half-lidded glance at the annoyed thief, and couldn't help but thing that maybe Shinichi had the right idea after all. “Shinichi-kun's right,” he murmured, low and right beside Kaito's ear. Their thief gave a slight shiver. “I'm sure we can get you to look at things in a better light.”
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Date: 2010-02-06 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-06 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-22 11:13 pm (UTC)How about Heiji's reaction when he finds out that Shinichi's not only dating the infamous Kaitou Kid, but Hakuba as well.
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Date: 2010-01-22 11:25 pm (UTC)I simply can't imagine it happening, becaue the boy's are very dicreet about their relationship, and I can't see Heiji prying. Especially can't see him finding out about Kid.
So, maybe something else if you want?
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Date: 2010-01-23 12:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-04 02:40 am (UTC)What he did see, however, wasn't really any of these. Instead, he found Kudou hunkered down near the middle of the room, a pensive expression on what he could see of his face. A pair of legs were sticking out from behind the center island. Despite good sense telling him otherwise, Hakuba edged closer to the other detective, and peered down at the owner of the legs. He easily recognized it was one of the supposed 'sons.' Well, it looked like Kudou had certainly taken care of that.
“Kudou-kun, are you alright?” Hakuba asked, straightening.
“I think he's dead,” Kudou replied with all the boggled amazement of a little kid who'd just found a very interesting bug.
Hakuba gave the downed man a long look. He didn't appear to be dead. In fact, Hakuba could see his chest rising and falling. The bruising on his head, and the small bit of blood from a cut, made it obvious that he'd merely been knocked unconscious. Going from the shape of the quickly darkening bruise on the side of the man's face, Hakuba deduced Kudou had managed to kick him.
“He's not dead, Kudou-kun.”
“Yes, he is,” Kudou grumbled with childish insistence. “He's not moving is he?”
He stared at Kudou, feeling baffled, then made to step around him only to have his foot slip in something. Hakuba pitched forward, threw his hand out, and caught himself on the nearby counter top. When he looked down he found the shattered remains of a tea cup, the liquid splashed across the tiles in a spreading puddle. With a niggling feeling that he knew what had happened, he called, “Kudou-kun?”
Finally, the other detective looked up at him, and Hakuba nearly swore at the glassy unfocused cow eyes that landed on him. Just as he'd feared: Kudou had been drugged. He watched, uneasily, as a sudden grin split Kudou's face and he shoved himself, unsteadily, to his feet. As soon as Kudou reached his full height, he immediately overbalanced, swayed, then toppled forward toward Hakuba. Hakuba reached out automatically to grab Kudou, and ended up with the other detective's face thumping into his shoulder.
Kudou snickered. “Thank you, squishy. The floor would have hurt. It is not squishy.”
Inanely, or maybe insanely, he wanted to ask how exactly Kudou had arrived at this deduction. Instead, he fought it back, then pulled and pushed Kudou into something like an upright position then began to haul him toward the door. “Come on, Kudou-kun, we need to find Kuroba-kun.”
“Nooooo,” Kudou whined, “I wanna solve a mysteryyyy.”
Hakuba grunted as Kudou twisted around and flailed uselessly in an attempt to get back to the supposed body. With a sigh, he wrapped his arm around Kudou's midsection and dragged him toward the door. “If you come with me, Kudou-kun, we can solve a mystery.”
Kudou made an interested sound, and craned his head back around. As a result he nearly toppled backwards. Hakuba grabbed his shirt and jerked him back upright, before maneuvering him out the door. Then, pulled up short when a pair of arms circled his waist and squeezed tight. “Hug!” Kudou crowed, cheerfully.
“Kudou-kun, please, I need to walk.”
“Nope.”
“Kudou-kun!” With a sigh of exasperation, and half wondering if he was dealing with Kuroba and not Kudou, Hakuba began dragging the clingy detective down the hall.
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Date: 2010-01-22 11:29 pm (UTC)How about Haibara being an older(younger) sister warning(threatening) Hakuba and Kaito about never hurting Shinichi. I keep having a thought of those two being scared of Haibara, who is like three feet tall and Shinichi laughing at them.
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Date: 2010-01-22 11:39 pm (UTC)The Why Not? muses just don't have anything to say on these sorts of things.
Sorry.
Got anything else you'd like to see?
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Date: 2010-02-04 07:23 am (UTC)Shinichi had stepped into Kaito's room, and, after picking up the white top hat, Saguru had followed. It didn't take a detective to spot the quivering lump beneath the blankets on the bed, and the sound of miserable sniffles and groans from under the blankets was enough to tell them that Kaito was still alive. Saguru had stood back and watched as Shinichi tossed aside the blankets to reveal the sniveling pile of misery beneath. To their surprise they had found Kaito still dressed in full Kid gear, and, in fact, he had been balled up in his cape.
An unfocused blue-violet eye had peeled open, accompanied by a sound of complaint, and focused on his assailant. What had followed had been the most pitiful rasp either of them had ever heard. “Shibigi...?”
“This is what you get for flying around in this weather.”
“Bohn't be meab, Shibigi. Sagu'u, tell hibba be bice.”
“I don't understand a word you're saying Kaito-kun...”
In the end Kaito had latched onto the unfortunate Shinichi– Saguru refused to get close enough. –and clung on for dear life like a particularly whiny limpet. Somehow the two of them had managed to wrestle him out of his Kid outfit with minimal garbled lewd suggestions, but nothing they did could get him to relinquish his clutch on Shinichi. In the end, Shinichi had been relegated to Kaito's new comfort pillow, and Saguru had become the sick magician's servant. Luckily, Kaito slept most of it away anyway.
-continued in reply.-
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Date: 2010-02-04 07:23 am (UTC)The sad, miserable, 'I feel like hell' look he'd cast them had been enough to make the two of them decide to stay at Kudou Manor. He always did manage to pull off abandoned puppy look far better than even Kaito. It turned out that, when sick, Shinichi had a penchant for cuddling up, and the three of them had– Despite Saguru's protests. –spent the entire time curled together in a pile with Shinichi sandwiched between the two of them, one arm wrapped around Saguru's waist, and his head buried against his chest while Kaito rested against his back.
All of which lead to now, a now where, of course, Saguru was sick, of course, he felt like hell, couldn't breathe past the mucous clogging his sinuses, and the tickle in his throat made him clear it twenty times a second lest he start coughing, of course, his head was full of fuzz, and he couldn't think faster than a snails pace.
Saguru sent an acidic, muzzy, glare toward the near identical duo at the foot of his bead. One of them was standing, the other one was perched on the edge. He couldn't really tell which was which at this point. He seemed incapable of the proper focus, and it all seemed the same to him.
“...” he attempted to croak, but he'd been unlucky enough to lose his voice. He had wanted to tell them both to get lost and leave him to his miserable death by virus and boredom, but it didn't seem to be working. Honestly, he had a feeling it was the latter that was really getting to him.
“He just keeps glaring,” he heard Kaito muse.
Shinichi, still not exactly over his bout with the rampant plague Kaito had let loose on them, coughed in reply.
“Maybe this will help?” Kaito wondered, then preceded to shove Shinichi flat on his back on Saguru's bed, crawled over him, and attempt to remove his tonsils. Saguru chose to kick the pair as best he could, tangled in his blankets as his feet were, because, for one, that was not fair, and for another no that was not helping.
Damn it, why did he like the pair of them again?!
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Date: 2010-01-23 07:03 pm (UTC)Got anything else?
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Date: 2010-01-23 07:23 pm (UTC)Gah, it's hard cause everything I think of will probably come up in the story. Are you going to cover Nyoko's thoughts on her son's new obsession? That would be fun.
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Date: 2010-01-23 07:27 pm (UTC)I'd have to ask Sama.
When it comes to Mayo I deal mostly in the Shinichi aspects. Dx
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Date: 2010-01-23 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-26 03:31 am (UTC)-coughs and crawls back to typing with Sama.-
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Date: 2010-01-26 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-26 04:21 am (UTC)It's currently over 2,000 words long. lol. oh dear... Mayo sure knows how to be a monster.
Omg
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