Oh the Fun that is Insanity

New Community!!!

2009-10-21T05:23:28Z

So, to anyone who bothers to read

my journal, I have a new community

up. It's for the lovely Bones pairing

Zack/Brennan. I think they're

absolutely adorable together! I mean, they're both

so awkward and they're both super intelligent and

I just think they'd be cute together! So if you're

interested, come on down to Zack_Brennan!

Bones Fanfic- The Boy in the Dress

2009-10-12T04:12:30Z

Hello, people! So I've been on a Zack/Brennan high lately and all the fics I find, while very beautifully written, end in Zack angst of some sort (with the exception of a select few...). They're pretty much Zack crushing on Brennan while she's falling for Booth. And that's fine, but I figured I'd add in one more actual Zack/Brennan oneshot into the itty bitty stream that barely exists. (Even though the Zack/Brennan in here is more subtle...Beh...)

This is something I thought of while re-watching the episode The Girl in the Mask. (Androgeny is awesome!) Eric Millegan, when he has longer hair, looks very young for one, and fairly effeminate for two. I've always been a huge fan of cross dressing, consensual or not (Bets) and I thought it'd be absolutely hilarious to see Zack in a dress. He's a little out of character here, but given the circumstances, it's to be expected. Plus, it's humor, a bit of a crackfic, if you will. And it's cute to see him flustered! *Huggles Zack*

By the way, if anyone's curious, this is exactly 1000 words.

Set sometime in season one, not sure when, and contains no spoilers.

Zack walked into the Jeffersonian with an expression resembling a kicked puppy. Now Zack was normally a fairly calm, and some would even say emotionless, kid. But today, he looked absolutely miserable.

Why, you ask?

Because today was the day he was forced to do the most unspeakable thing a man could ever do.

He had to wear a dress to work.

Now you may be asking yourself how the hell this came about. You see, it’s a very simple explanation.

The young anthropologist had lost a bet.

Angela looked up from her sketch pad and smirked when she saw the dress she had picked out on the boy she had seduced into a losing bet.

“You look so adorable in that dress, Zackie!”

Zack glared at his tormentor and mumbled something under his breath.

“Hey, Ange, I know what that fa- whoa, Zack, what the fuck?” Hodgins stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Zack.

The dress Zack sported was black with a lot of pink lace surrounding it. It was skin tight velvet up until it reached his waist where a tulle skirt poofed out around him. The sleeves were short and also poofy, with pink lace at the end. It was about knee length and where it ended, more bits of pink lace poked out innocently. There was a bright pink ribbon with black lace tied around his neck. He wore black stockings underneath and completed the outfit with a pair of deep black Mary Jane’s.

His hair was brushed neatly and styled around his face with a small pink bow clipped to the side of his hair. He was lucky to be spared most makeup, but he did have to suffer through eye liner and mascara.

Zack directed his glare to the floor and wished, despite his logical brain saying it was impossible, that either he or Angela would spontaneously explode. If he did, he wouldn’t have to endure this pain and embarrassment. If it was Angela…well, think of it as revenge.

“Holy hell…” Hodgins was more confused than one could ever imagine. But it was no wonder with his best friend standing there in a frilly dress.

He was about to answer when they heard a loud ‘splash’ of papers falling to the ground.

“Zack…? May I ask why you’re wearing that?” Doctor Brennan’s voice sounded behind Zack. He felt his face flush a deep red as he slowly turned around to face his boss and Agent Booth. Booth’s mouth hung open in shock and papers littered the floor where he stood. Brennan just looked quizzical.

“I-I lost a b-bet with Angela…” he stammered. Zack was never the stammering type, but needless to say, he was quite embarrassed to be seen like this.

Especially by Brennan.

“Dude, you lost a bet and have to wear that?” Hodgins laughed. “I feel so bad for you, man!”

Zack mumbled something along the lines of, “You should,” and then he looked Brennan in the eye, which was very difficult for him to do at the moment. “I do not understand how I could have lost. It was an easy calculation. I-” he trailed off, hands trembling slightly.

“Wow, Zack. You really look like a girl in that dress!” Booth teased as he picked up the files he had dropped a few moments earlier.

“Please, Agent Booth, this is awkward enough as it is.” He sighed and just when he thought he was going to be okay, Doctor Goodman entered the room.

He stared at Zack, as all the others had, and opened his mouth to say something.

“He lost a bet with Angela.” Booth grinned at the poor kid.

Zack nodded and let his gaze fall to the ground once more. This was the worst day of his life. Well, it was the worst of his life so far.

“Miss Montenegro, I need you to do a facial analysis. Doctor Hodgins, did you find out what that fabric was?” Goodman’s gaze kept traveling over to Zack despite his efforts to spare the poor boy any more trauma.

“Yes, I did. It’s…” Hodgins led Goodman back to his station to explain everything. Angela gave one more smirk towards Zack and headed off to her own station to work on the victim’s face. Booth nodded a ‘see ya’ to Brennan and made his way out of the Jeffersonian.

And that left Brennan and Zack in the same room together, him blushing and her staring.

Zack was unnerved at this situation. He has had a crush on his boss since he first met her and to be stuck here with her while he was dressed the way was worse than anything else he could possibly imagine, and Zack had a vivid imagination.

She smiled gently at him. “Booth is right. You do look very feminine in that dress.” He tensed a little. “One thing I’ve always noticed about you is that you have a more effeminate physique. And it’s really emphasized by the way your hair is curled around your jawbone and by the way the dress hugs your abdomen.”

Zack’s heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t sure if she was complimenting him, or just stating facts. She was very direct and never did much flirting, so he didn’t really know what to think.

Brennan smiled at his beet red face while Zack shifted his position.

“But what Booth failed to mention is that you do, in fact, look very beautiful.”

Zack’s face turned about three shades darker than it already was, if that was possible. He hadn’t expected Brennan to say anything at all about this, let alone what she had just said. He nodded a thanks.

“No need to thank me, Zack. It’s the simple truth.” She walked over to him and kissed his cheek. She then kept walking towards the bone room, not once glancing over her shoulder.

Zack might have been wrong about today.

It wasn’t the worst day of his life.

It was the best.

Drabble!

2009-09-28T06:12:08Z

I just joined the Nickelodean Girlslash community a little while ago and was brousing through their prompts when the second one caught my eye, Aren't We too Old for This? I immediate thought of Trick or Treating and my mother always saying I'm getting old for it. To which I'd tell her you're never too old to dress up and get free candy! (Which is totally true!!!)

Anyways, this drabble was born! It's a 100 word drabble and I did enjoy writing it! I hope anyone who reads it enjoys it too!

“Are you for real, Sam?” Her incredulous look said she really didn’t want to do this.

“Totally! Come on, Carls! Pleeeeeeeaaaaase!!” I looked at her with the most pathetic eyes I could and pouted my lips out a little. She laughed a little, knowing she was the only person I’d ever beg.

“But aren’t we too old for this?” She smiled at me and then shook her head at my newfound smirk.

I grabbed her hand, licked it, and began to drag her up stairs to her own room.

“You’re never too old to dress up and get free candy!”

Fanfic- Halloween Isn't Just for Earthlings

2008-11-04T09:02:28Z

This is for the Skywalker Ficathon.

First, let me say I'm terribly sorry this is four days late! I'm so terrible with deadlines. October went by so fast and I was busy Halloween. But I've finally got this done. And I hope it doesn't disappoint. There's a bit of Luke/Leia and Luke/Leia/Han hints. And some obvious Leia/Han, but that doesn't really merit a warning...

Okay, this is kind of a spoof, so please suspend the Star Wars reality for this. I have no idea if Earth exists in the Star Wars universe and I don't much care. Nor do I care if I got any information wrong. It's a spoof, so it's not meant to make sense. ^__^ So, without further interruption, enjoy! And Happy Halloween!!!!

~

It was an Earth holiday, but they had decided they were curious and wanted to celebrate it. So Leia got the Alliance together and proposed the idea. Mon Mothma had thought it amusing and agreed. So now, as a form of vacation, the Rebel Alliance was going to have a Halloween party.

The only problem, how were they to get costumes? Hoth didn’t exactly have shopping centers. Leia had volunteered a ‘rescue’ mission to a nearby planet to buy everyone’s costume. Luke and Han were assigned to her as protection and the three of them took everyone’s measurements and got a few costume requests. Then they headed off.

Han decided Bespin was the closest safe planet with a large market. Plus, he had thought of his old buddy Lando Calrissian.

They eventually landed on Bespin with no problems. The three headed off to the market first; they figured they’d try a little shopping without Lando’s help.

They were lucky. The first shop they entered had a huge clothes selection. They went through and found quite a few of the costumes on the list. Leia, Luke, and Han, unfortunately, still hadn’t decided on what they’d wear. They each had gone through a few ideas, but nothing was set in stone.

“Aww, Luke, isn’t this adorable!” Luke and Han deduced that Leia’s feminine side came out when shopping was involved. She had been giggling over dresses and shirts since they walked in here. It was endearing and kind of scary…

She held out a child’s costume that was black and fuzzy with ears attached. On the tag it said “Earthling ‘Cat’ Costume”.

Luke smiled and nodded. “It is, Leia. But there aren’t any children in the Alliance.”

“I know that. I just think it’s the most adorable thing ever! These Earthlings are quite interesting, don’t you think? I’ve never been able to visit, though. Father wouldn’t let me as a child and now I’m much too busy.” She looked sad for a moment, and then she jumped right back to her enthusiastic state.

“Maybe once Vader’s gone, we’ll take a trip there,” he beamed.

She smiled sadly. “If that ever happens.”

“It will. I promise.” It was a promise he intended to keep. Even if it cost him his life.

“Hey, Princess, I’d like to see ya in this little thing.” Han grinned, trying to lighten the mood. The two looked at the skimpy outfit Han held up. Luke smirked while Leia glared.

“Yeah, I’ll go put it on right now, Pirate,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“Really?”

“No,” she said deadpan.

“Aww, but it’d look so great on you,” he whined. “Imagine it, Luke.”

“Don’t imagine it!” She exclaimed with an ‘are you serious?’ tone.

“Come on, Lei, you gotta admit...” Luke smiled sheepishly.

“Luke! I thought you of all people!” Her tone implied anger and astonishment, however there was a hint of a smirk there.

“Princess, are you forgetting that, despite him acting like a kid most of the time, he is a teenage boy? And you are a hot princess. It kinda makes sense that-”

“You can stop. Luke’s cheeks are red enough,” she said with an amused smile.

Luke mumbled his thanks and began looking around the shop again.

“Pleeeeaaaase, Princess?” Han was convinced if he bothered her enough, she’d try on the outfit.

“No.” She said simply.

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“NO! God, how many times must I tell you? I. Will. Not. Wear. That.” She put emphasis on each word.

He grinned and held up the skimpy little thing. “Please?”

She growled. If he didn’t stop soon, she was going to have to kill him. She swore she would.

Luke sighed. “You know, Princess, he won’t stop until you listen to him.” Leia shook her head at the thought. But she had to smile. When Luke called her ‘Princess’, it wasn’t in a mocking way like Han. He was being respectful. And that made her adore him all the more.

Leia suddenly grinned mischievously. “You want me to try it on, Luke?”

Luke swallowed. “Eh, is this a trick question?” He feared answering. If he said yes (which he wanted to), she could get pissed at him. If he said no, she may take offense. Either way, he was in danger of saying the wrong thing.

“No, dear.” She giggled. “Just answer please.”

“Umm,” he smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess…I kinda wanna see how it would look on you.”

She kissed his nose. “For you, Luke.” She grabbed the coat hanger from Han, taking pleasure in his surprised and slightly jealous look.

Looking the outfit over in one of the dressing rooms, she wondered if it was worth making Han jealous. This was another Earth-styled outfit. The tag said ‘Hot Hooker’. It consisted of a tube top and miniskirt, both black, knee-high high heels, and fishnet stockings. There was an optional black choker and fishnet gloves. She eyed it suspiciously, not sure why she even considered wearing such an atrocious thing.

She slipped on the skirt and stockings, but when she got to the top, she had a little trouble; she couldn’t zip it. Thinking a moment, she decided that, even though it was very unlike her, she’d have a little fun with this.

“I can’t get the zipper up on the top part. I could use a little assistance.” She made sure there was a flirty tone in her voice.

“I could help ya, Princess,” Han flirted back.

Leia grinned. “No, I don’t think you’re a good choice. I want Luke to help.”

“B-but, Princess,” Luke stuttered nervously.

“It’s okay, Luke. I don’t mind if it’s you.” She put emphasis on ‘you’.

He gulped and walked towards her dressing room. She opened the door and allowed him in.

They awkwardly said their hellos and Leia turned her back so he could zip her up.

“There. All done.” He smiled uneasily. She turned to face him.

“Thanks.”

“Hey, what are you two up to in there?” Leia could hear the tinge of jealousy in his voice.

“Not much. Yet.”

“Can’t have fun without me.”

“You think so highly of yourself, Pirate.” She smiled at Luke. “How do you put up with him?”

“Lots of practice,” he laughed.

“Hey!” He pushed on the door. “I’m comin’ in!” It opened easily and Han was greeted with a sexy ‘hooker’ and an awkward Jedi-in-training.

Han whistled. “Look at you.”

Leia blushed slightly and glared at him. “Hush! I’m only in this because you wouldn’t shut your mouth.”

“But that’s the only way anyone gets their way. It worked, didn’t it?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know why I gave in. It’s only enabling your persistence.”

“Cause you love me?”

“W-what? No!”

“I think you do! What do you think, Luke?”

Luke just remained silent.

“You’re really annoying, Smuggler.”

“I know.”

“But you’re not wrong.”

Both Luke and Han stared at her immediately.

“I just absolutely love you and Luke! My protectors whom no one can replace!” She sniggered at their expressions and shoved them out of the dressing room. “Now get! I have to change.”

Luke and Han exchanged fleeting glances and wondered about their Princess’s sanity.

Drabble!

2008-10-31T06:11:57Z

Konnichiwa, mina! Heh. Here's 40. When You Were Mine for Kutner_Hadley!. This was depressing to write. Aww, poor Kutner. It's told from his POV about Thirteen.

PG-13 for implications of S&M. I'm weird...

~

When you were mine, we were both so happy.

We’d goof off in the privacy of our own home; you were always much more cheerful with me.

We’d go to movies, and if it was a particularly bad movie, we’d throw popcorn at the screen.

We’d go shopping, whether it was clothes, food, or entertainment.

We experimented in sex; you’re the only one I’d trust with my life to handle that knife.

We’d do tacky lovey-dovey things together; I’d buy you flowers and you’d smile and kiss me.

We were so blissful together, so in love.

But you’re no longer mine.

Now, you belong to death.

Drabble 41. Summer Nights

2008-10-31T05:38:12Z

Yay for another part in my Kuteen drabble series for Kutner_Hadley! This is so much fun! I really like doing this. And these prompts are so easy to work with. This is 41. Summer Nights. It's a little 100 word fluff-fest. No joke. It doesn't have any plot aside from the prompt; it's basically a kudle-fic. LOL, I certainly love making fun of the 'Kudley' pun. They're very 'kudley'! OMG, I need a life...

They lay out on the damp grass, staring up at the stars. Her head rested on his chest and their fingers were laced together.

“So beautiful.” She whispered. Being out here during a power shortage was amazing. There were no lights to deter the beauty of the stars.

“Yeah.” He smiled at her. To him, her beauty was much greater than the stars.

She leaned her head to kiss him.

“Summer nights, no lights, what a sight.” She grinned at his rhyme.

“You’re a dork.”

“But I’m your dork.”

“Yes, that you are. Always and forever.” And they kissed again.

Drabble- 9. I Don’t Give a Damn

2008-10-31T04:37:36Z

Hello, hello. Another one for the Kutner_Hadley Community! This is for prompt 9. I Don’t Give a Damn. I was trying to get to sleep, when my brain had a Kutner/Thirteen conversation...It's the beginning of this ficcy and I just went with it. I'm quite fond of this, I must say. Shock, a fic of mine I actually like! It must be the end of the world!!! Hehe, anyways, I hope y'all enjoy!!

~

Thirteen pulled a cigarette out of its pack and lit it.

“You shouldn’t do that.”

“Shouldn’t do what?” she asked with mock innocence.

“Smoke.”

“And why not?”

“You’re a doctor; must I really explain the risks of smoking?” He sat down beside her on the bench. It was a nice day at the park and Kutner hadn’t expected to see Thirteen there.

“I know the risks. But I’m going to die anyways in the next ten years at least, so what does it matter?”

“I guess if you really think about it, it doesn’t. But I like to think positive.”

“You would.” She rolled her eyes.

He sighed. “ So can I ask why?”

“Well, smoking is something I never took up due to the risks. My father smoked, so it’s a smell I’m familiar with. It brings back the fond memories of my childhood.” She wasn’t sure why she answered so readily; she guessed Kutner was just one of those people you could talk to.

“The fond memories?” Now he was curious.

“Never mind.” She lit another.

He hesitated a moment and then began, “It’s okay if you won’t tell me. But actually, I hadn’t meant the smoking. I meant your risqué behavior off the clock.”

“Seriously? You’re asking about that? And here I thought you of all people would leave me alone about it.”

“I tried, but ignoring the problem doesn’t make it go away.”

“I know that first hand.”

“I mean I’m worried about you. I personally don’t care that you’re sleeping around; that’s your decision. But you could contract a disease.”

She laughed bitterly. “Wow, I could deal with HIV for the last few years of my life. How terrible! Look, I get that you’re worried, but don’t be. Like I said, I’ll be dead soon. It really doesn’t matter what I do.”

“But it does matter. It affects those around you as well. And even though you don’t have very long, it’s destroying the rest of what could be a wonderful life.” To this, she laughed again.

“I know. Trust me, Kutner, I know all this. I just don’t give a damn.”

Kuteen Drabble

2008-10-28T22:53:06Z

Yay, a ficcy! Once again, this is for Kutner_Hadley Community. I liked a lot of the prompts in the table, so I've decided I'm going to do a 50 Prompt Challenge. This one is number (21) You Can't Dance. This popped into my head while I was in Lit class yesterday. I hope people like it. Heh.

“You mean to tell me you’ve never learned to dance? Are you serious?”

She giggled that adorable giggle that seemed to be reserved for him only. “Yes, I’m serious. I’ve never taken dance lessons. I never did any of that stuff.”

“What kind of girl are you? Are you sure you’re a girl?”

She quirked an eyebrow. “You would know.”

He blushed slightly and coughed. “Yeah, you are.” He nodded and grabbed her hand. “Come on. I’m gonna teach you.”

“What? But what if I don’t wanna learn? Hmm?”

“Too bad. I’m teachin’ you.”

She smiled again as he put one hand on her hip and held her other. “Put your other hand on my shoulder,” he instructed. The two began to dance in small circles. They seemed to flow gracefully together, him leading, her following.

That is, until they tried larger circles. She kept stepping on his feet and the two started laughing. Then, her foot caught his and they tumbled to the ground, him landing on her.

He kissed her nose and laughed. “You so cannot dance.”

“Jerk.” She smiled teasingly at him.

“Wanna give it another go?”

She looked thoughtful for a moment then shook her head. “Not really.”

“Why not?” He looked kind of hurt.

She leaned up and kissed him. “I kinda like it better down here.”

Drabble- She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

2008-10-19T17:31:46Z

Hey everyone! This is for the Kutner_Hadley Community. I found a little table here and I liked number 30. This just kinda popped into my brain. I think the idea is cute, even if I didn't carry it out all that well...It's been a while since I've written anything, so it might be a little rusty. I'm terribly sorry about that and hope you can forgive me for it. Anyways, I hope you like it and comments make the little plot bunnies in my head work faster!

~

Kutner sat staring boredly at the flower he was holding. He honestly wasn’t sure what kind of flower it was, just that he had picked it on his way to work. Why he picked it, he hadn’t a clue. He didn’t know much of anything lately. Not since he started really noticing her anyways. Things had been confusing since then.

He wondered how she felt about him. Did she like him in any way, shape or form? Did she even notice him, aside from when she had to speak to him due to work? Did she have a boyfriend yet? Or a girlfriend for that matter? He had no clue about her personal life. But he really wanted to know.

Only problem…He had discovered he was a nervous wreck talking to her. Except work. He could diagnose people with her around; talk to her about the patient, but he could not for the life of him ask her out. So he left his love life up to the little flower in his hand.

“She loves me.” He plucked one petal off the flower. “She loves me not.” Pluck. “She loves me. She loves me not. She loves…What am I doing? This is so stupid…” He glared at the half-plucked flower. After a few minutes, he sighed and continued.

“She loves me not. She lo-”

He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a small ‘ahehm’ behind him.

“Ehh…Thirteen? Hey!” He tried his best to shove the flower anywhere she wouldn’t be able to see it.

“Morning. May I ask what you were doing?” She smiled at him in this way that suggested she already knew.

“I, uh, flower?” He turned a shade darker, which was unusual for him. He was Kutner, the goofball. He never blushed! But she did this to him. She made him nervous, shy, so unlike himself. And he loved her even more because of that.

She let out a small laugh. “It looks about dead.”

“Well, technically, it was dead when I picked it, but yeah, I get what you mean.”

“Yeah. So who’s it for?”

“Uhh.” He smiled nervously.

“Little guy crush on House?” She joked. She knew exactly who the flower was meant for, but she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease him.

“Heh, yeah. Of course. Just couldn’t resist her.” He mock rolled his eyes, then smiled sheepishly, hoping she caught the obvious pronoun mixup.

“Yes, I know you can’t.” Her smile deepened as she walked over to him and kissed his forehead. As all moments must come to an end, so did theirs. Just then, both pagers went off, causing them both to jump.

“Uh, patient. Yeah.”

They both nervously headed to the room their pagers indicated them towards, Kutner determined to continue their ‘conversation’ at a later time.

Another Drabble...Once Upon a Time I Never Wrote This Much...

2008-08-25T23:50:08Z

Another one for the FiftyxFifty. I really do like the Alphabet Challenge. I'm getting a lot of ideas for it. I really do hope people like my ideas, too. It's fun for me. This one's a little angsty. It's kinda fairytale like, except, without the happy ending. Yeah, I'm evil. So sue me. ;)

B is for "Boy"!!!

No spoilers for this one. I do hope you enjoy it, and once again, reviews are love.

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Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl. They really liked each other. Despite their young ages, they thought they’d always be together, grow old together. That is, until the day the girl’s evil father locked her away, forbidding her to see the boy ever again. They tried so desperately to see one another, but the father wouldn’t have it. One day, the boy told the girl he hated her and never wanted to see her again. She knew it was her father’s fault, but she couldn’t help hating the boy.

And from then on, she always had trouble trusting little boys.

Drabble Challenge!

2008-08-25T23:19:27Z

So yeah. Another ficcy for the FiftyxFifty Community. I do love that place. This one was for the Alphabet Challenge Prompt U is for "umbrella". It's Cameron/Thirteen. It's kinda vague, too. Basically, Thirteen's walking through the rain and Cameron shows up. No names, or anything else. Well, read, enjoy, and if you feel the urge, reviews are love.

Also, not that anyone can really tell, but there are sliiiiight spoilers for Wilson's Heart. Nothing is stated, but if you've seen the ep, you know what's going on.

~~

A lonely girl walked the dark streets of New Jersey. The rain that poured mixed and mingled with the tears that fell freely. She stared into the emptiness that was the night and wondered why. Why her? Why was she cursed as well?

She tripped and scraped her knee on the pale cement. Cursing, she stood. Only to fall back again. Sprained ankle. Of course. She was cursed.

Looking up again, she was surprised to see a ghostly hand in front of her face. So pale, she thought she was seeing things. But she took the hand anyways and together the girls walked side by side through the rain.

Underneath a bright red umbrella.

Fanfic! Remy-chan in Kingdom Hearts Land

2008-08-23T02:24:38Z

Hello, people! This is for the FiftyxFifty Community. They had an alphabet challenge and Z-Zipper jumped out at me. I thought, Kingdom Hearts has a crapload of zippers! That's perfect! So even though this is so weird, I did a Kingdom Hearts/House MD crossover. Of course, the only character in it is Thirteen. It's kind of cheesy and it's longer than I wanted it, but I kind of like it. Please, tell me what you think!

“What. The. Hell?” I had no idea what had happened, but I do remember being sucked through a huge black hole. I rubbed my head and in turn, noticed my black sweater was no longer there. Instead, it had been replaced with a bright blue sleeve. I glanced myself over and almost panicked. I once wore a white short-sleeve shirt, black sweater, and blue jeans. Now, I’m in a black, blue, and red dress/jumpsuit type thing.

With zippers. This thing was zipper galore. Zippers down the sleeves, zippers down the front and back, zippers down the foofy skirt. There were also a ton of belts on this thing.

The skirt ended right at my knees, poofy and round. Blue and red striped stockings ended at huge black shoes.

I was beginning to think the nightmare couldn’t be any worse when I noticed a young boy staring down at me. His hair flew out in every direction and I had the strangest urge to brush it down. He had intense blue eyes, almost as brilliant as a certain boss I knew. And he wore an outfit similar to mine, a red jumpsuit with bowl-shaped pant legs, and blue and white vest, huge yellow and black shoes, and a bunch of zippers.

“Who are you?” The smile left him only enough to look puzzled. The large crown pendant at the end of a chain around his neck lowered as he leaned down to inspect me.

“I’m Sora!” He smiled and held out a hand to me.

“Uh, I’m...Where am I, again?” I looked around. It seemed as though I was in your average town, if average was a mix of past and present. Everything was made of wood, houses, light posts, everything. But there definitely was electricity in this town. There were signs and lights that proved that. But there were also lanterns. And then, of course, there was a huge sign that said, “TRAVERSE TOWN” in bright golden letters.

“You’re in Traverse Town. Hey, are you not from this world? Me neither. I got pulled in here when mine was destroyed. I sure hope your world is okay! Are you okay?”

“Huh? World? What…do you mean?”

The boy, Sora, covered his mouth. “Oops! Well, umm, Donald and Goofy said I shouldn’t say anything about the worlds…I’m sorry.”

“Who…? What’s going on?” And I about fainted when a huge dog and duck walked over to me.

“Soora, made a new friend?” The dog’s grin was sloppy.

“Yeah, who’s she?” And the duck was hard to understand. He stared at me suspiciously.

“I don’t know. She hasn’t told me her name.” Sora looked at me apologetically. Then, he immediately brightened again. “Hey, this is Donald.” He pointed at the duck. “And Goofy.” The dog.

“H-hi. Nice to meet you. I’m Remy.” Whatever kind of hellish nightmare this was, it couldn’t be any worse than talking to a duck and dog. But boy, was I wrong…

“Watch out!” Donald raised his staff, Goofy raised his shield, and Sora raised his oversized key-like thing. Then they proceeded to battle these little black beings. I watched in amazement before one of the larger ones grabbed my wrist. Before it could do anything else, Sora cut it down and it promptly disappeared.

“You don’t have a weapon?” He sounded desperate.

“No! I have no idea what the hell’s going on; why would I have a weapon?” My shrieks were almost as desperate.

Sora grabbed my wrist and proceeded to run faster than I thought the boy could.

“Take care of these guys for me! Sorry, Donald, Goofy!” We wound up in some building with three people staring at us.

“Sora? Who..?”

“Her name’s Remy. I’m sorry Squall! A bunch of Heartless attacked us and I didn’t know where else to go.”

“It’s okay!” A girl with short black hair, dressed in a green tube top and beige shorts addressed me. “I’m Yuffie! That’s Squall.” She pointed to the only male besides Sora. He was wearing a white shirt, black jacket, black pants, and way too many belts. He looked as though he couldn’t care less about me. “And she’s Aerith.” The girl she pointed to was dressed in pink. Yuffie smiled.

“So why are the Heartless after her?” Sora was worried.

“What makes you so sure they’re after her?” Squall’s scowl deepened.

“Because they attacked us in the main part of Traverse Town! They’ve never gone out there.” He pouted.

“Hmmm, that is interesting.” Yuffie bit her thumb. Then she walked around me, looking me over. “OH, I know! I bet you’re one of the seven Pri-” Squall clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Huh?” Sora and I both began.

“It’s nothing you should concern yourself with.” Squall glared at me.

“Hey, if it’s about me, I think I have a right to know!”

“Yeah, Squall.” Sora looked pouty.

Squall just stared at us. After a moment, I began playing with one of the zippers on my left sleeve.

“Hey, what’s with all the zippers?”

Everyone made glances at each other.

“We never noticed.” Sora looked puzzled.

Just then, Donald and Goofy came running into the small apartment.

“They’re gone, Sora.”

“Gosh, what were they after? Sora?”

“Maybe Remy. But I’m not sure. Hey, guys? Can she tag along with us for now? She may help find Kairi and Riku.”

“Who are they?” I was curious.

“They’re my friends. I lost them when my world was destroyed…” Sora averted his gaze to the ground.

“I’m sorry. I miss my world, too, Sora”. I pat the kid on the head. He brightened up.

“Well, we should head out! Donald and Goofy were just about to take me on their Gummy Ship!”

“Gummy…Ship…?” But before I was answered, we were off again.

We ran down to the giant doors that had the sign above them.

“This leads out of this world! We have to go to other worlds and lock them! But Donald and Goofy say I can’t lock this one yet. We have to wait.”

I had no idea what the kid was talking about, but I had to admit, I was quite curious.

Too bad my curiosity would never be satisfied. Before anything else could happen, I felt myself being sucked into another black hole. I screamed and screamed and finally landed back on my butt…

Right in front of my television.

“What. The. Hell?” I rubbed my head and looked around. My eyes fell to the TV and I swore to myself.

“I really need to stop playing these dang video games…”

Drabble- Thirteen FiftyxFifty Community Challenge 01

2008-05-25T04:56:03Z

Okay, so this is a challenge fic from the FiftyxFifty Community. The third prompt was a picture and the absolute first thing that ran through my mind was the first line of this fic. I HAD to write something for it. It was just too perfect. Please excuse my out of characterness, for I know almost nothing about the twins. And, to be completely honest, I don't remember what was going on in the pic. And I'm on vacation without my external harddrive, so I can't check out the ep. So yes, read, enjoy, and please leave comments!

“So, Thirteen, I hear you’re a lesbian.”

My head shot to where the voice came from. One of the twins (I never bothered learning their names, not that anyone ever told me.) was staring straight at me with a curious smirk on her face.

“What?” My eyes were wide and my heart raced. I haven’t told anyone about my sexual preferences since I was shunned in high school.

“Actually, I heard she was bi.” The other twin ‘corrected’ her sister as though I wasn’t even there.

“Girls, stop the lunchroom chat. We’re testing a patient for God’s sake.” I turned my attention back to the monitor, silently thanking God that Doctor Desai seemed uninterested.

“Well, are you?” The twins ignored Desai. And I tried to ignore them. “If you’re not going to tell us, we’ll just assume you are.”

“What sense does that make?” I glared at them.

“Well, you’re neither confirming nor denying it, therefore we must assume you’re not denying it because it’s true and you’re not confirming it because you don’t want anyone to know.”

“What if I’m just ignoring the question because it’s both ridiculous and none of your business? Oh, and also, as Doctor Desai said, we’re testing a patient.”

“Wow, this is the most I’ve heard from her at once,” one twin giggled to the other.

“Yeah, we must have struck a nerve.” Both girls turned to smile Cheshire grins at me.

“If we were wrong in our assumption,”

“You wouldn’t bother explaining yourself.”

“You’d just continue,”

“Ignoring us as you had been.”

“Are we correct?” They chimed together.

To be honest, they were kind of creeping me out.

“Why are you so curious to know? It’s a very insignificant bit of information. I don’t understand why this is so difficult to drop.”

“Because you insist upon not answering us.”

“We like knowing things. And the fact that you won’t give us a…straight answer only makes us more curious.” She put emphasis on the word ‘straight’.

Desai sighed.

“You know, you could just answer them. They’d stop bugging you if you did. Besides, either you are or you’re not. There’s not much we can do about it.” I let out a sardonic laugh.

“You have no idea.” Her eyes flickered to me for a moment and then they planted themselves back on the monitor.

“So, are you?” The chorus was getting annoying. I really did wish they’d drop it.

I sighed.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yeah, I guess you could say I’m bi. Now can we get back to our patient?”

“Okay.” They smiled at me and one twin started clicking the mouse while the other stared at the screen.

I didn’t know it then, but there was a reason for their questions. Twins can be very cunning and very manipulative. Especially in broom closets.

FMA Drabble

2008-05-24T03:40:16Z

Okay, I've been on LJ for a while, but this will be one of my first posts. This is more of a test to see if I can figure this out.

The fanfic is a Fullmetal Alchemist one. Enjoy!

This is a little Ed/Al drabble I thought of while taking a nap. It's really sad. And kind of creepy, I guess. It can be taken either as brotherly concern or incest, whatever your little hearts desire!

Exactly 105 words. It's REALLY hard to get an exactly 100 word drabble!

WARNING: I must give you a warning first. This contains mentions of self mutilation. If you are triggered by this, DO NOT READ! You have been warned!

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I’m watching you, little brother.

I see what you do to yourself when you think I’m not there. I see the cuts coating your tiny wrists in sickening layers. Mom’s dead. We tried to bring her back. We failed. But all was not lost. We had each other. Then I restored your body. But even now, I watch the blade dig deeper into your skin. I watch the sticky sweet blood drip down your arm. I watch your tears fall in small drops, trailing the soft curve of your face. I watch in despair.

After all, little brother, you bleed just to know you’re alive.