Goddamn kick me in the writerbrain

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So y'know (if you've been reading here for a while) how I go through these phases of taking crazy-ass ficlet requests in hopes to jump-start my writerbrain and produce something entertaining? And how a lot of the time I never finish all of them because I suck, but I keep asking for more because I'm a needy bitch?

Yeah. It's that time again, if y'all are game.

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble OR doodle of any pairing/gen friendship. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.* (Feel free to modify exactly what's being requested according to your skills.)

(So apparently I need to add to this that if your prompt eats my brain and turns into a full-blown fic, I'll be writing a fucking fic for you in comments. I FAIL AT DRABBLE.)

1. DONE: muggy_mountain: L (Death Note)/Seymour (FFX)
2. FIC IN PROGRESS WHUT: neva_caruso: Mikage (Utena) and Subaru (X)
3. FIC IN PROGRESS WHUT: heavenscalyx: Shiori/Kozue/Wakaba (Utena)
4. DONE: slipjig: Jack Harkness and Nancy (Doctor Who, because he cheats)
5. DONE: mllelaurel: Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts)
6. DONE: hiza_chan: Some combination of Kingdom Hearts and FFX
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(Okay, so I'm not editing the text, but if you ask for a doodle? YOU WILL GET CRAPPY STICK FIGURES AND DESERVE IT. :P)

(*Or don't. Whatevs.)

Random Fandoms That I Could Brain In Right Now...
- Xenosaga (pls?)
- X/Tokyo Babylon
- Death Note
- Final Fantasy X
- Star Trek: Voyager
- Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon
- Revolutionary Girl Utena
- Kingdom Hearts (though bear with me for any canon fuckups if you do ask; it is eating my brain right now, and I have a lot of spoilers and have hardcore Org XIII fascination and OT3 cutez, but I am only a little of the way through KH2, and have not played the side games yet, and augh, cannot game fast enough.)
- Crossoverification Welcome

Iwilldomybesttofinishshit! *determinatorface*

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[heavenscalyx.livejournal.com]

Utena: Shiori/Kozue/Wakaba

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

Hope you don't mind if it's post-Ohtori, because I kind of have post-series versions of all these girls kicking around in my head...

***

"You're just gathering us up," Wakaba says with a smile.

She's early, snuggled in a nut-brown sweater with leaves twining the collar. Kozue is late. Neither is particularly surprising; Shiori closes the door against the late autumn chill and leads her in to her neat, tiny flat.

She'd emailed them both, after she met Kozue. All three of them doing the same crazy stuff back at school, what were the chances of that?

"I, ah," Shiori says, and her throat closes a little. Wakaba pulls off her sweater, ponytail bouncing, and winks at the fruit bowl on the table, three pomegranates nestled in it. "About Kozue..."

"I think I saw her a few times. Miki's sister, yeah? He was always hanging with my other friends..."

"I, ah, when I met her, I." Shiori can feel herself blushing. She'd kissed Wakaba. Once or twice. It was awkward. Since when had she become such a queer slut? "We..."

Wakaba tilts her head to one side, brow furrowed a little. "Did you sleep with her or something?"

Shiori nods. "She--I'm sorry. I know we--"

"It's okay," says Wakaba, reaching for a pomegranate.

***

"Nowhere to put a car in this damn neighborhood." Kozue's a couple of inches shorter than Wakaba, but she seems to fill the doorframe with energy. She's not wearing a coat, bare arms under her tank top and lace shirt. "Yo," she says, and wraps Shiori up in a chilly-skinned hug. "Sorry I'm late. Parking's a bitch."

"Er, it's all right. Come in..."

Wakaba wipes her hands on a napkin and stands; she's been peeling a pomegranate. "Shinohara Wakaba. Pleased to meet you."

"Yeah, I remember you, I think. You were, uh, whasshername's friend?"

"Yes."

"Kaoru Kozue. What did you just kill?"

Wakaba looks down ruefully at the red juice stuck under her fingernails, and then Kozue shakes her hand anyway. "The fruit of the underworld."

"Ahaha. Highest estrogen content in nature."

"Really?"

"Yup. Isn't just the fruit of the underworld--and I think we've all been there--it's also the fruit of pussy."

Shiori blushes; Wakaba blinks and laughs.

"You're blunt," Wakaba says.

"Yeah, well." Kozue grins and sticks her tongue out; the stud catches the light. "I'm in porn, what do you expect?"

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"Aw, hell," says Kozue, "I've been outclassed in taking well to Mister-Crazy-Pink-Hair-Revolutionize-The-World. You pulled it out of him?"

"Well," says Wakaba with a lopsided smile, "I did want that sword, after all, and it's not like he was making much use of it."

Kozue cackles. "Yeah, I know what that's like."

"Why, what did you do when you pulled...whose?"

"My dumb brother's," says Kozue. "I nearly kissed him."

There's an awkward sort of silence.

"Don't worry," says Kozue with a grin, and reaches for a handful of pomegranate seeds. "I got over him."

***

"Shiori?" Wakaba asks. "Why have you been taking notes?"

"Um." Shiori taps her pencil nervously against her cheek. "Well, I seem to keep finding us, so I might as well try to keep track."

"Lemmesee," says Kozue.

"Kozue," Shiori whines, clinging to the notebook; they tug-of-war for a moment, and then Kozue darts out a blue-nailed hand and tickles Shiori just left of her breast, like Wakaba isn't even there watching this, and Shiori yelps, spills into her lap, and Kozue grabs the notebook, triumphant.

"Hm, notes on us, boring..."

"Then why did you--" Shiori starts, indignant.

"Hey, I didn't know you drew!" Kozue flips the notebook around, shows Wakaba. "Check it out." It's a rough sketch of Kozue, winglike scrawl for the hair, no shirt, little butterflies on her shoulders.

"Kozue!" Shiori gets one leg back under her, wriggles out of Kozue's lap and to her feet. "I don't, I just, give that back, I'm no good..."

Kozue looks at her dangerously, closes the notebook, hands it to Wakaba, and there's a moment of silence--Shiori nervous, Kozue purposeful, Wakaba just bewildered.

Kozue tackles, yanks Shiori down over her own armchair, and gives her bottom a string of hearty smacks. "I thought I told you to stop it with that no good shit," she says, as Shiori yowls--beet red more from the embarrassment of Wakaba watching than anything else.

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[Crud, this is getting way to big to possibly pass for a drabble. I think I've been wanting to write this fic for a while, and you just got me started.]

***

"So," says Wakaba, "you two are a couple."

"Um," says Shiori. Kozue snorts.

"You make it sound like we're married or something. We've just fucked the once." Kozue gives a shit-eating grin and leans back, hand on Shiori's knee. "Was good though. She needed it."

"You do seem a little more..." Wakaba pauses. "Less high-strung?"

"I guess," says Shiori, awkward.

"Kozue," says Wakaba, "did she tell you that we kissed? When we met?"

Blue eyes go wide. "Noooo..."

Shiori curls into herself. "I'm sorry--"

"Any chance of a repeat performance?" Kozue asks.

Shiori sputters a little.

"Shiori, if you think I'm the jealous sort, you've got your head screwed on backwards." Kozue pats her knee, and looks to Wakaba. "What about you? You the jealous sort?"

"Actually, I. Well." Wakaba gives a bright, awkward smile. "That was the first time I kissed a girl, so I don't know?"

"For real? Shit, that's a shame." Kozue pauses. "I thought you and, uh, whasshername were..."

"No. We...I don't even know. I was clueless."

"It was freakin' middle school. You're entitled to be clueless."

"You didn't seem that way," Shiori says. Kozue bursts out laughing.

"Fuck, girl, I was in love with my brother, what more do you want?"

***

"So, Persephone." Kozue sucks on a pomegranate seed, spits out the core, and eyes Wakaba.

"So, Pornstar."

Shiori's beat a retreat to the bathroom. Kozue edges a little closer to Wakaba on the couch. "If it were any other girl I knew," she says, experimental, "I'd think she was trying to set us up."

"You know strange girls."

"Yeah, but we're stranger. We're black roses. Seriously--"

Wakaba grabs a handful of her shirt and kisses her, all tongue and hunger.

Shiori comes back with soapy clean hands, no trace of pomegranate, and clamps them both over her mouth with a little squeak.

[heavenscalyx.livejournal.com]

Wow. Keep on keepin' on, and I'll keep reading.

[heavenscalyx.livejournal.com]

eeheehee. I'm glad to have set off a fic splosion in your head.

[heavenscalyx.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA.

I love the post-Ohtori take. Kozue brassy, Wakaba straightforward, Shiori a little flattened by these people who don't avoid the subject.

Brilliant! Thanks!