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weekly_ygo for the Editor's Choice, and I decided to click to re-read. And then my muse popped her head out and said "Why not give blurb writing a try?" EVEN THOUGH this contradicts
a) my need to write SOMETHING Sailor Moon, namely my was-supposed-to-be-for-TAFF-Day fic
b) my absolute desire to get WDKY25 finished and away from me
c) my big, major, huge need to get to work on my book/project for my scholarship, aka a comparison of female writers, manga-ka, male writers and manga-ka... either between each other (writers vs. manga-ka, men vs. women) or throughout time... or maybe that TOO, if I can get the research for it.
But I'm just testing the waters, really. To see if I can write "teasers." And I don't mean "oneshots that are begging to be continued," like so many of my other unfinished (and need to be revised) fics. So here we go.
I picked from the list at random-- whatever inspired me. So if I ever end up finishing the whole damn list, I might just post them up at communities (well,setoanzulove for one...)
1. compass
"Have you ever seen one of these before?" Anzu laughed as she picked the glass compass up in her hands, delighting in watching all sorts of colored liquids race around the perimeter.
"It's a gag gift, Mazaki," Kaiba rolled his eyes and turned away from her, pretending to be fascinated by something else in the gift shop. He had no real reason to be in there, other than the fact that all the other students on their class trip were in there-- and certainly no reason to hang around Anzu Mazaki, except for the fact that they were bus-mates on this particular trip, much to Kaiba's ire.
Anzu was beginning to think that her incessant attempts at Kaiba were a waste of energy after all. She allowed her gaze to stray from him -standing merely a meter before her, disinterested in everything around him but remaining steadfast in his spot. Anzu's gaze drifted to the compass --the gag gift. It didn't point North.
According to the box, it only pointed at what you wanted the most.
Why then, was the little floating arrow inside fixed so firmly on Seto Kaiba's backside?
12. Things we don't believe in
"I do believe in fairy tales, I do believe in fairy tales, I do believe in fairy tales..."
"Aren't you a little old to believe in fairy tales?"
"Seto! You are absolutely not supposed to be in here! You-- the dress-- you're not supposed to see! It's bad luck!"
Seto merely smirked as he crossed the length of the small room and swept Anzu, dressed in her white wedding gown that he wasn't supposed to see and whispered "I don't believe in superstitions," right before he kissed her.
A moment later, Anzu thoughtfully added "Neither do I."
16. Dictionary
"Do I even WANNA know why you got so many pictures of Kaiba?" Jounouchi asked Anzu, the distaste dripping from his voice like water from a fountain.
Anzu didn't bother to look up at him, but she smiled as she took another newspaper clipping of Kaiba's face and positioned it in her notebook next to a series of scribblings.
"A dictionary, Jounouchi."
"...I don't get it."
Anzu held up the dictionary of her own creation, and even let Jounouchi take it from her hands and examine it.
"'Ego'," Jounouchi read aloud. "The only thing Kaiba has that's bigger than his-- whoa, totally not readin' this!" He tossed the notebook up in the air, but Anzu caught it deftly in her hands and smirked.
It was all Jounouchi's fault that she'd gotten the idea for her 'dictionary,' anyway. He'd suggested that Kaiba's picture appear in the dictionary next to the word 'Jerk.' Well, he appeared next to that entry --and many, many others-- in Anzu's private dictionary.
Not all of the definitions were quite as negative as Jounouchi probably hoped.
19. Fancy that
"It's beautiful," she said.
He merely smirked. Of course it was beautiful. He PLANNED it to be beautiful. And everything always went as he planned. He was a master at planning.
Well, maybe moreso with luxurious dinners (and supposed seductions) than he had ever been with dueling. But for the first time, that thought didn't bother him so much.
When the waiters finally brought out dessert and she found the ring baked inside her favorite type of cake, he feigned total innocence.
"Fancy that! What's a ring doing in there?"
With one slender eyebrow raised in amusement, she shook her head and laughed lightly. "You have the subtlety of a rock, you know that?" She looked at his face and quickly added "That was a rhetorical question, you oaf."
"Mine wasn't." He meant the question he hadn't asked aloud.
28. Static
The one thing that most disturbed her about their little secret liaisons was the fact that before they happened, she was always dressed immaculately. The pleats in her skirt were perfect and even; her blouse was straight and tucked in, without a wrinkle in sight.
But after they were through --after he was done ravishing her-- she always noticed with distaste that everything was out of place. She realized with dismay that anyone might realize what was happening, because what else but feverish bodies desperately moving against one another in a darkened hall closet could cause the amount of sheer static that her clothes had after they were through?
I simply don't have it in me for any more.... right now.
kirschreich! I saw the 42 prompts linked in weekly_ygo for the Editor's Choice, and I decided to click to re-read. And then my muse popped her head out and said "Why not give blurb writing a try?" EVEN THOUGH this contradictsa) my need to write SOMETHING Sailor Moon, namely my was-supposed-to-be-for-TAFF-Day fic
b) my absolute desire to get WDKY25 finished and away from me
c) my big, major, huge need to get to work on my book/project for my scholarship, aka a comparison of female writers, manga-ka, male writers and manga-ka... either between each other (writers vs. manga-ka, men vs. women) or throughout time... or maybe that TOO, if I can get the research for it.
But I'm just testing the waters, really. To see if I can write "teasers." And I don't mean "oneshots that are begging to be continued," like so many of my other unfinished (and need to be revised) fics. So here we go.
I picked from the list at random-- whatever inspired me. So if I ever end up finishing the whole damn list, I might just post them up at communities (well,
setoanzulove for one...)1. compass
"Have you ever seen one of these before?" Anzu laughed as she picked the glass compass up in her hands, delighting in watching all sorts of colored liquids race around the perimeter.
"It's a gag gift, Mazaki," Kaiba rolled his eyes and turned away from her, pretending to be fascinated by something else in the gift shop. He had no real reason to be in there, other than the fact that all the other students on their class trip were in there-- and certainly no reason to hang around Anzu Mazaki, except for the fact that they were bus-mates on this particular trip, much to Kaiba's ire.
Anzu was beginning to think that her incessant attempts at Kaiba were a waste of energy after all. She allowed her gaze to stray from him -standing merely a meter before her, disinterested in everything around him but remaining steadfast in his spot. Anzu's gaze drifted to the compass --the gag gift. It didn't point North.
According to the box, it only pointed at what you wanted the most.
Why then, was the little floating arrow inside fixed so firmly on Seto Kaiba's backside?
12. Things we don't believe in
"I do believe in fairy tales, I do believe in fairy tales, I do believe in fairy tales..."
"Aren't you a little old to believe in fairy tales?"
"Seto! You are absolutely not supposed to be in here! You-- the dress-- you're not supposed to see! It's bad luck!"
Seto merely smirked as he crossed the length of the small room and swept Anzu, dressed in her white wedding gown that he wasn't supposed to see and whispered "I don't believe in superstitions," right before he kissed her.
A moment later, Anzu thoughtfully added "Neither do I."
16. Dictionary
"Do I even WANNA know why you got so many pictures of Kaiba?" Jounouchi asked Anzu, the distaste dripping from his voice like water from a fountain.
Anzu didn't bother to look up at him, but she smiled as she took another newspaper clipping of Kaiba's face and positioned it in her notebook next to a series of scribblings.
"A dictionary, Jounouchi."
"...I don't get it."
Anzu held up the dictionary of her own creation, and even let Jounouchi take it from her hands and examine it.
"'Ego'," Jounouchi read aloud. "The only thing Kaiba has that's bigger than his-- whoa, totally not readin' this!" He tossed the notebook up in the air, but Anzu caught it deftly in her hands and smirked.
It was all Jounouchi's fault that she'd gotten the idea for her 'dictionary,' anyway. He'd suggested that Kaiba's picture appear in the dictionary next to the word 'Jerk.' Well, he appeared next to that entry --and many, many others-- in Anzu's private dictionary.
Not all of the definitions were quite as negative as Jounouchi probably hoped.
19. Fancy that
"It's beautiful," she said.
He merely smirked. Of course it was beautiful. He PLANNED it to be beautiful. And everything always went as he planned. He was a master at planning.
Well, maybe moreso with luxurious dinners (and supposed seductions) than he had ever been with dueling. But for the first time, that thought didn't bother him so much.
When the waiters finally brought out dessert and she found the ring baked inside her favorite type of cake, he feigned total innocence.
"Fancy that! What's a ring doing in there?"
With one slender eyebrow raised in amusement, she shook her head and laughed lightly. "You have the subtlety of a rock, you know that?" She looked at his face and quickly added "That was a rhetorical question, you oaf."
"Mine wasn't." He meant the question he hadn't asked aloud.
28. Static
The one thing that most disturbed her about their little secret liaisons was the fact that before they happened, she was always dressed immaculately. The pleats in her skirt were perfect and even; her blouse was straight and tucked in, without a wrinkle in sight.
But after they were through --after he was done ravishing her-- she always noticed with distaste that everything was out of place. She realized with dismay that anyone might realize what was happening, because what else but feverish bodies desperately moving against one another in a darkened hall closet could cause the amount of sheer static that her clothes had after they were through?
I simply don't have it in me for any more.... right now.
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Date: 2006-11-03 07:40 am (UTC)These were FANTASTIC! I loved them, remembered how much I love your style of writing (it has been a while, you know...), and was given just one more reason to keep writing and reading and supporting this couple myself.
Just so you know, I EXPECT to see more of these in the future. This is not a request and this message will self-destruct in five seconds so that others won't know what a controlling bitch I can really be... XD *glomps*
No, really. I loved them! *explodes*
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Date: 2006-11-13 04:02 am (UTC)"Dictionary" just made me crack up. Seriously.
Because Jou is so fun to scar XD♥. But I'd have to say my absolute favourite was "Static" just because...*squee* secret rendezvous & ravishment, oh yes! ♥ ^_^