Spring cleaning
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winterIt's Coming out of the closet WIP day.
But I'm stubborn. And I don't want to give up on my WIPs.
Okay, so Gundam Babylon's kind of dead ~_~ If I ever do finish it, I'd have to overhaul it from the word go. I've gone a long way since then as a writer, and I don't think I could continue in the vein it was started in. And never mind the other Gundam things I started - no chance in hell.
I have about two pages' worth of chapter nine, and a bit of chapter ten that's actually decent. Hokuto preparing to face Seishirou under the tree. Yes, I used far too much of her name. Bear in mind this was written during the summer of 2001.
Gundam Babylon chapter 10: Dies Irae - excerpt
Hokuto rode the elevator of her apartment building. But the light for her floor wasn't glowing. Instead, she had pressed the one above it.
Hokuto hurried through the long corridor of an apartment identical to hers. She walked through the last door to the right, entering a room still adapted to the convenience of a semi-comatose patient. She knew that the clothes closet would be on her right.
Hokuto's fingers brushed over the outfits she had bought herself, looking for a very specific one. A long grey coat brought a smile to her lips as she remembered a woman blessed with a peculiar power and the love she had found. Then her mouth narrowed when she recalled the possessive way Seishirou had cradled her half-strangled brother, while the assailant's body lay beside them, mysteriously devoid of life.
I should have known. I've failed to protect you, otouto...
A sleeveless op-art shirt in an eye-watering pattern of white and black stripes hit the floor of Subaru's apartment. Hokuto's gold-link belt was next, followed by her red sequin-studded jeans.
The girl leaned against the closet door to put on the tabi. She found that the way of putting on these garments was coming back to her, as familiar as the ties on the laces in the back of her favorite Kenzo top.
Smooth the underkimono first. Any wrinkles on it will show in the final outfit. Hokuto thought she could hear Lady Sumeragi's voice as well as she had when she was nine years old and watching her instruct her brother. Then step into the hakama, taking care not to disrupt the folds. They're strong, but not if you step on them...
Oh, obaasan, did you ever think I would be the one using your instructions?
A determined figure walked through the corridor of the apartment building. A neighbor noticed, but did not remark on the unusual outfit. He knew the boy in the apartment was an exorcist, and had seen him wearing formal garb before.
FINIS, probably for ever
Other things I haven't touched in a long time? Oh right, the X1999/Angel crossover. Circles in the sand was going to be the title. If I ever go through with it (and I just might, just to play with the Angel characters) I'll use the current Angel situation, so this can be posted without fear, too. Written in January 2002.
Circles in the Sand: excerpt
A cigarette lighter burned brightly in the pre-dawn darkness. The flame reflected in the eyes of the watchers, and three pairs of hands clenched in anticipation of the next moment.
Of sating their hunger on the blood flowing through the slender hands illuminated briefly as the man lit his cigarette.
The dim lights from the street beyond barely brought the shapes into existence, skimming over the waves of the ocean and the ruins of a beach house that hid the three predators from the man on the beach. They did not touch their faces, and did not reveal the way the seemingly human visages twisted into demonic ones. The sharp fangs did not gleam.
The fire went out. They sprung.
The man went down under the assault. Then he rolled and grabbed one of his attacker's arms, twisting it. Another vampire caught hold of the man's coat sleeve, but was left holding only the garment, as his would-be victim scrambled to the ground, putting himself on the other side of the ruins.
Then a fifth figure stepped out of the shadows.
"I told you, this town's off limits!"
All three vampires turned towards the newcomer, hissing.
"Angelus," one of them said. "None of your business."
A moment later, the one who had spoken was on his back, 'Angelus' towering over him with a wooden stake raised over his head.
"The name is Angel," he hissed.
Another vampire landing on his back prevented Angel from driving that stake into the first one's heart. He turned with a snarl, driving an elbow into the attacker's gut. He followed by staking him.
The vampire exploded into dust.
Angel faced the other two, realizing that they were both armed with stakes. Then from behind him, a gust of flame issued, engulfing his oponents. A sudden eerie torrent of wind drowned out their screams.
"Thank you for your help," a soft voice said.
The man the vampires had attacked came to Angel's side and picked up his coat calmly.
"What was that?" Angel demanded.
"Why are you fighting your own kind? I'd say this city is big enough for more than one vampire."
If the flames had astonished him, this topped the cake.
"Who are you?"
Finally the man turned to face his vampire rescuer. He was Asian, in his early twenties. He would have been truly beautiful if not for the mis-matched eyes, one green and the other gold.
"I... am Subaru Sumeragi."
"Angel."
"I've heard." Without a further word, Subaru turned away from the vampire, walking through the sand towards the distant street.
Then he was whirled around, pressed against the ruins of the beach house. His single seeing eye stared into Angel's twisted, vampiric visage without flinching.
"They didn't attack you to feed," Angel hissed. "They were assassins - a hit group. What are you?"
"No danger to your town," Subaru smiled slightly. "Though I cannot say anything about the world."
"Listen-"
"Let me go, please." The voice perfectly polite, devoid of emotion.
And Angel's hands fell to his sides, as if invisible strings had been cut. "You're envolved with the whole end of days thing, right?"
Finally he got a reaction, just a sparkle of interest in the green eye; the grey, unseeing one remained cold.
"What do you know about it?"
"I've read some of the Scrolls of Aberjian. And I... know the Slayer."
"The vampire slayer?" One elegant eyebrow rose a fraction.
"Ironic?" Angel smirked over the pain that the mention of Buffy brought.
"I.. am not in a position to judge you." A shadow of a smile crossed Subaru's face, his gaze lost somewhere in the past. "And please forgive me for saying so, but I have heard of the current Slayer and her... dispute with the Watcher Council. As well as the causes of this dispute."
"Back to the topic," the vampire growled. "Why did those guys try to kill you?"
That's it.
And ooh, another X ficcie. A songfic about Satsuki and Yuzuriha. V. weird and twisted and missing a third at the end. Kusanagi was supposed to show up. I wrote that in the early fall of 2002, just as my longest period of writer's block ever came to a close.
Not gonna get us - unfinished
#lyrics#
~thoughts~
#... ... ...#
"It's nothing!" Yuzuriha backed away, blushing. She was sure she had not meant to mention Kusanagi-san.
"I see." If Subaru wanted to enquire further, he didn't show it. Instead he raised a hand to the bandage over his eye. "It can be difficult, being... friends with someone different than us. Especially today, with all that's happening."
"Yes," the young girl agreed. "I can't stop wondering why all this is going on, why they're killing all these people. I could never kill anyone, and they're killing so many!"
"It takes a special mind to kill a person," the onmyouji said softly. "One must not care whether someone else will cry because of it. Not care whether it's wrong or right. People do such evil because they don't have anyone who'll care for them... because they're lonely."
"I see... oh!" Yuzuriha startled. "I didn't know it was so late! I'm sorry, you must be tired, and I'm still here..."
"But it's no bother," Subaru protested with a smile.
"Here's a little gift for you!" She brandished the stuffed bunny proudly. "You must be feeling so lonely here."
"Thank you..."
#...... not gonna get us...#
Somewhere, somewhen, a part of her heard Kusanagi's last desperate call, but the rest of her soul was being poured into the kekkai she was constructing. She could not let people be hurt in the battle she had to fight.
~I love this Tokyo.~
~I won't let you destroy it.~
And the gleaming cyllinder stood, flawless and perfect, admitting no-one inside, admitting no damage to escape.
~Where are you... where are you, earthquake-maker?!~
Then she didn't have to ask any more, when the tentacles came at her. Summoning Inuki didn't take a conscious effort; the dog and the sword to which it transformed was as much a part of her as her hands. The blade cut through the steel smoothly.
"Don't hide!" she called, out loud this time. "Show yourself! Only Dragons of Heaven and Earth can be inside this kekkai - there's no use hiding!"
She'd expected... laughter, maybe. Or a shadowy figure on a ledge, directing another attack.
She did not expect a thick twist of cables to come up from the ground, bearing a television screen many times larger than her.
At least now she had a face to put to the malevolence she could feel around her, even though the face was half covered by a visor. And hands were coming up to remove that visor...
#...... not gonna get us...#
#...... not gonna get us...#
The other girl, the Dragon of Earth, was so *young*.
"Why are you doing this?!" Yuzuriha screamed. "What's the use of earthquakes and destroying buildings?"
"And why shouldn't the earth quake?" The voice was calm, emotionless, and barely older than Yuzuriha's own.
"Because people are being hurt and killed! Like now! Maybe someone's wounded... maybe someone already died! How can you know it and keep doing it?"
"Before I answer that question, I'd like to ask you one thing. Why is it wrong to kill human beings?"
"What... what do you mean, why?"
"People kill every day. Animals, plants, insects. All beings kill to survive, but only humans make a game of it, killing as they see fit."
"Not everyone's like that!"
"Yes, but all humans kill, even without noticing it. So why is it wrong to kill humans? Because they're stronger than other beings?" There was a glint of dark humor in the Angel's eyes. "Then do beings stronger than humans have a right to kill them? I'll ask you again: Why is it wrong to kill human beings?"
"Because... because..."
#Just say the word, just the two of us
#By the lights of the airport
#We'll run away, not gonna get us
#Away from them, away from home
Yuzuriha hid her head in her hands. And then the world changed. And she remembered.
"Because somebody will cry because of it. Cry for them. You can't ignore that and remain human."
Surprise in the cold eyes. "An... elegant answer. But I'm not human."
Yuzuriha remembered something. "You promised an answer for an answer. Why are you doing this?"
A moment of hesitation. "Because it means things will change."
"For the better? When everyone dies? When there are no more computers for you to talk to?"
An elegant mouth twisting in a grimace of stubornness. "It's how it has to be. It's what I've been born to do."
"It doesn't have to be! You can still be human!"
"What are you proposing I do, then? Just run away?"
And a decision, made.
"Yes. Just run away, from the hurt, from the fight."
"We were born to fight each other. If I leave, they will search for me, looking to balance the scales. You'd have to come with me, to run with me, together, from them."
"Yes." And a faint smile. "They're not gonna get us!"
#Night, our guide, hide our shadows
#Behind the clouds. Behind the clouds
#They won't find us, they won't change us
#They can't reach with their hands to a star
Two days later she still could not believe they were doing this. It was forty-eight hours from that talk in a kekkai in Tokyo, forty-seven hours and thirty minutes since they saw each other with their own eyes and said tentative hellos in a subway station. Forty-six hours since they boarded a plane bound for Vladivostok.
Forty hours since they found an abandoned truck that proved no challenge to the Angel's - Satsuki's - repairing skills. Since then, they hadn't stopped, not for long.
After the initial distrust, Inuki had been surprisingly quiet. Now he dozed in the back seat, ready to intervene if any of the other truckers thought to interrupt his charge's dinner.
"I never thought I could do this!" Yuzuriha giggled, blowing on her tea. The amount of brandy that the waitress had generously added to her first cup had a lot to do with the flush on the inugami mistress' face.
"You did great," Satsuki assured her. "Now I've slept, and you'll be able to rest during the night."
"I just didn't expect to ever drive a truck... what if we got pulled over?"
"I have valid identification for both of us, including drivers' licenses."
"Wow! How'd you do that?"
The usually impassive girl managed to look faintly smug. "I don't ask you how you order the dog around, do I?"
Inuki chose to punctuate this statement with a bark, sending both girls into fits of laughter.
#The skies will drop night to our hands
#Not gonna get us, not gonna get us
#The skies will drop night to our hands
#Not gonna get us, not gonna get us
Days, or maybe weeks later, at a rest stop, Satsuki smelled the air and knew they were in trouble. Russian travellers, even the more upscale ones, didn't use this kind of cologne.
She didn't stop to see the dark coat, or to catch a glimpse of the gold-and-grey eyes. Instead she turned back, ran to the truck, helped Yuzuriha up to the booth (they had to buy warmer clothes, she realized, Yuzu's school uniform just didn't cut it even in the early fall) and drove.
The other girl kept quiet, until they were doing a hundred and twenty kilometers per hour on an empty, silk-smooth stretch of highway, something probably made for the use of tanks back when war was planned for and prepared for in this country. Back before humanity had other things to worry about, other means of assuring its own destruction.
"They're not gonna get us," she whispered, putting her hand over Satsuki's on the wheel.
A curt nod, a press of a foot and they were going even faster, flying over the road.
#We'll run away, everything'll be simple
#Night will fall, skies will drop
#And emptiness on the crossroads
#And emptiness's not gonna get us
But despite what they said, they could not drive forever.
That's it. And you know, it's possibly a stand-alone as it is. Might post it somewhere.
As for other X WIPs, I have "Home and Heart", which will probably get totally rewritten someday, the Hellsing crossover (which I plan to work on after Hellsing gets published here), two fics which are written out in longhand, uh, somewhere in this mess (unless Antonio ate them), and a bloody peculiar nightmare fic which is a Sandman crossover and which I need to finish, because it's too creepy by far. Oh, and the Yami crossover. Which is too good a premise to let go of, on top of having decent writing.
OUATIM doesn't get snippets posted, because I'm working on it all :) Current work list:
- the one where Sands meets Lindsey. Which is finished, just need to find all the pages and type it in.
- the Ajedrez-and-El one for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
guede_mazaka. Which I intend to finish this week. I've got lots of notes and the theme music so far.
- the sequel to Touch And Feel. Which has about 3000 words done, but half of it will have to be rewritten, unfortunately.
- the day-in-the-life of a young Sheldon Jeffrey Sands. Just started, but the muses have a good hold on me. Sheldon has a dad-of-the-year (if a spymaster is elligible for that reward) and the creepiest mom ever.
But I'm stubborn. And I don't want to give up on my WIPs.
Okay, so Gundam Babylon's kind of dead ~_~ If I ever do finish it, I'd have to overhaul it from the word go. I've gone a long way since then as a writer, and I don't think I could continue in the vein it was started in. And never mind the other Gundam things I started - no chance in hell.
I have about two pages' worth of chapter nine, and a bit of chapter ten that's actually decent. Hokuto preparing to face Seishirou under the tree. Yes, I used far too much of her name. Bear in mind this was written during the summer of 2001.
Gundam Babylon chapter 10: Dies Irae - excerpt
Hokuto rode the elevator of her apartment building. But the light for her floor wasn't glowing. Instead, she had pressed the one above it.
Hokuto hurried through the long corridor of an apartment identical to hers. She walked through the last door to the right, entering a room still adapted to the convenience of a semi-comatose patient. She knew that the clothes closet would be on her right.
Hokuto's fingers brushed over the outfits she had bought herself, looking for a very specific one. A long grey coat brought a smile to her lips as she remembered a woman blessed with a peculiar power and the love she had found. Then her mouth narrowed when she recalled the possessive way Seishirou had cradled her half-strangled brother, while the assailant's body lay beside them, mysteriously devoid of life.
I should have known. I've failed to protect you, otouto...
A sleeveless op-art shirt in an eye-watering pattern of white and black stripes hit the floor of Subaru's apartment. Hokuto's gold-link belt was next, followed by her red sequin-studded jeans.
The girl leaned against the closet door to put on the tabi. She found that the way of putting on these garments was coming back to her, as familiar as the ties on the laces in the back of her favorite Kenzo top.
Smooth the underkimono first. Any wrinkles on it will show in the final outfit. Hokuto thought she could hear Lady Sumeragi's voice as well as she had when she was nine years old and watching her instruct her brother. Then step into the hakama, taking care not to disrupt the folds. They're strong, but not if you step on them...
Oh, obaasan, did you ever think I would be the one using your instructions?
A determined figure walked through the corridor of the apartment building. A neighbor noticed, but did not remark on the unusual outfit. He knew the boy in the apartment was an exorcist, and had seen him wearing formal garb before.
FINIS, probably for ever
Other things I haven't touched in a long time? Oh right, the X1999/Angel crossover. Circles in the sand was going to be the title. If I ever go through with it (and I just might, just to play with the Angel characters) I'll use the current Angel situation, so this can be posted without fear, too. Written in January 2002.
Circles in the Sand: excerpt
A cigarette lighter burned brightly in the pre-dawn darkness. The flame reflected in the eyes of the watchers, and three pairs of hands clenched in anticipation of the next moment.
Of sating their hunger on the blood flowing through the slender hands illuminated briefly as the man lit his cigarette.
The dim lights from the street beyond barely brought the shapes into existence, skimming over the waves of the ocean and the ruins of a beach house that hid the three predators from the man on the beach. They did not touch their faces, and did not reveal the way the seemingly human visages twisted into demonic ones. The sharp fangs did not gleam.
The fire went out. They sprung.
The man went down under the assault. Then he rolled and grabbed one of his attacker's arms, twisting it. Another vampire caught hold of the man's coat sleeve, but was left holding only the garment, as his would-be victim scrambled to the ground, putting himself on the other side of the ruins.
Then a fifth figure stepped out of the shadows.
"I told you, this town's off limits!"
All three vampires turned towards the newcomer, hissing.
"Angelus," one of them said. "None of your business."
A moment later, the one who had spoken was on his back, 'Angelus' towering over him with a wooden stake raised over his head.
"The name is Angel," he hissed.
Another vampire landing on his back prevented Angel from driving that stake into the first one's heart. He turned with a snarl, driving an elbow into the attacker's gut. He followed by staking him.
The vampire exploded into dust.
Angel faced the other two, realizing that they were both armed with stakes. Then from behind him, a gust of flame issued, engulfing his oponents. A sudden eerie torrent of wind drowned out their screams.
"Thank you for your help," a soft voice said.
The man the vampires had attacked came to Angel's side and picked up his coat calmly.
"What was that?" Angel demanded.
"Why are you fighting your own kind? I'd say this city is big enough for more than one vampire."
If the flames had astonished him, this topped the cake.
"Who are you?"
Finally the man turned to face his vampire rescuer. He was Asian, in his early twenties. He would have been truly beautiful if not for the mis-matched eyes, one green and the other gold.
"I... am Subaru Sumeragi."
"Angel."
"I've heard." Without a further word, Subaru turned away from the vampire, walking through the sand towards the distant street.
Then he was whirled around, pressed against the ruins of the beach house. His single seeing eye stared into Angel's twisted, vampiric visage without flinching.
"They didn't attack you to feed," Angel hissed. "They were assassins - a hit group. What are you?"
"No danger to your town," Subaru smiled slightly. "Though I cannot say anything about the world."
"Listen-"
"Let me go, please." The voice perfectly polite, devoid of emotion.
And Angel's hands fell to his sides, as if invisible strings had been cut. "You're envolved with the whole end of days thing, right?"
Finally he got a reaction, just a sparkle of interest in the green eye; the grey, unseeing one remained cold.
"What do you know about it?"
"I've read some of the Scrolls of Aberjian. And I... know the Slayer."
"The vampire slayer?" One elegant eyebrow rose a fraction.
"Ironic?" Angel smirked over the pain that the mention of Buffy brought.
"I.. am not in a position to judge you." A shadow of a smile crossed Subaru's face, his gaze lost somewhere in the past. "And please forgive me for saying so, but I have heard of the current Slayer and her... dispute with the Watcher Council. As well as the causes of this dispute."
"Back to the topic," the vampire growled. "Why did those guys try to kill you?"
That's it.
And ooh, another X ficcie. A songfic about Satsuki and Yuzuriha. V. weird and twisted and missing a third at the end. Kusanagi was supposed to show up. I wrote that in the early fall of 2002, just as my longest period of writer's block ever came to a close.
Not gonna get us - unfinished
#lyrics#
~thoughts~
#... ... ...#
"It's nothing!" Yuzuriha backed away, blushing. She was sure she had not meant to mention Kusanagi-san.
"I see." If Subaru wanted to enquire further, he didn't show it. Instead he raised a hand to the bandage over his eye. "It can be difficult, being... friends with someone different than us. Especially today, with all that's happening."
"Yes," the young girl agreed. "I can't stop wondering why all this is going on, why they're killing all these people. I could never kill anyone, and they're killing so many!"
"It takes a special mind to kill a person," the onmyouji said softly. "One must not care whether someone else will cry because of it. Not care whether it's wrong or right. People do such evil because they don't have anyone who'll care for them... because they're lonely."
"I see... oh!" Yuzuriha startled. "I didn't know it was so late! I'm sorry, you must be tired, and I'm still here..."
"But it's no bother," Subaru protested with a smile.
"Here's a little gift for you!" She brandished the stuffed bunny proudly. "You must be feeling so lonely here."
"Thank you..."
#...... not gonna get us...#
Somewhere, somewhen, a part of her heard Kusanagi's last desperate call, but the rest of her soul was being poured into the kekkai she was constructing. She could not let people be hurt in the battle she had to fight.
~I love this Tokyo.~
~I won't let you destroy it.~
And the gleaming cyllinder stood, flawless and perfect, admitting no-one inside, admitting no damage to escape.
~Where are you... where are you, earthquake-maker?!~
Then she didn't have to ask any more, when the tentacles came at her. Summoning Inuki didn't take a conscious effort; the dog and the sword to which it transformed was as much a part of her as her hands. The blade cut through the steel smoothly.
"Don't hide!" she called, out loud this time. "Show yourself! Only Dragons of Heaven and Earth can be inside this kekkai - there's no use hiding!"
She'd expected... laughter, maybe. Or a shadowy figure on a ledge, directing another attack.
She did not expect a thick twist of cables to come up from the ground, bearing a television screen many times larger than her.
At least now she had a face to put to the malevolence she could feel around her, even though the face was half covered by a visor. And hands were coming up to remove that visor...
#...... not gonna get us...#
#...... not gonna get us...#
The other girl, the Dragon of Earth, was so *young*.
"Why are you doing this?!" Yuzuriha screamed. "What's the use of earthquakes and destroying buildings?"
"And why shouldn't the earth quake?" The voice was calm, emotionless, and barely older than Yuzuriha's own.
"Because people are being hurt and killed! Like now! Maybe someone's wounded... maybe someone already died! How can you know it and keep doing it?"
"Before I answer that question, I'd like to ask you one thing. Why is it wrong to kill human beings?"
"What... what do you mean, why?"
"People kill every day. Animals, plants, insects. All beings kill to survive, but only humans make a game of it, killing as they see fit."
"Not everyone's like that!"
"Yes, but all humans kill, even without noticing it. So why is it wrong to kill humans? Because they're stronger than other beings?" There was a glint of dark humor in the Angel's eyes. "Then do beings stronger than humans have a right to kill them? I'll ask you again: Why is it wrong to kill human beings?"
"Because... because..."
#Just say the word, just the two of us
#By the lights of the airport
#We'll run away, not gonna get us
#Away from them, away from home
Yuzuriha hid her head in her hands. And then the world changed. And she remembered.
"Because somebody will cry because of it. Cry for them. You can't ignore that and remain human."
Surprise in the cold eyes. "An... elegant answer. But I'm not human."
Yuzuriha remembered something. "You promised an answer for an answer. Why are you doing this?"
A moment of hesitation. "Because it means things will change."
"For the better? When everyone dies? When there are no more computers for you to talk to?"
An elegant mouth twisting in a grimace of stubornness. "It's how it has to be. It's what I've been born to do."
"It doesn't have to be! You can still be human!"
"What are you proposing I do, then? Just run away?"
And a decision, made.
"Yes. Just run away, from the hurt, from the fight."
"We were born to fight each other. If I leave, they will search for me, looking to balance the scales. You'd have to come with me, to run with me, together, from them."
"Yes." And a faint smile. "They're not gonna get us!"
#Night, our guide, hide our shadows
#Behind the clouds. Behind the clouds
#They won't find us, they won't change us
#They can't reach with their hands to a star
Two days later she still could not believe they were doing this. It was forty-eight hours from that talk in a kekkai in Tokyo, forty-seven hours and thirty minutes since they saw each other with their own eyes and said tentative hellos in a subway station. Forty-six hours since they boarded a plane bound for Vladivostok.
Forty hours since they found an abandoned truck that proved no challenge to the Angel's - Satsuki's - repairing skills. Since then, they hadn't stopped, not for long.
After the initial distrust, Inuki had been surprisingly quiet. Now he dozed in the back seat, ready to intervene if any of the other truckers thought to interrupt his charge's dinner.
"I never thought I could do this!" Yuzuriha giggled, blowing on her tea. The amount of brandy that the waitress had generously added to her first cup had a lot to do with the flush on the inugami mistress' face.
"You did great," Satsuki assured her. "Now I've slept, and you'll be able to rest during the night."
"I just didn't expect to ever drive a truck... what if we got pulled over?"
"I have valid identification for both of us, including drivers' licenses."
"Wow! How'd you do that?"
The usually impassive girl managed to look faintly smug. "I don't ask you how you order the dog around, do I?"
Inuki chose to punctuate this statement with a bark, sending both girls into fits of laughter.
#The skies will drop night to our hands
#Not gonna get us, not gonna get us
#The skies will drop night to our hands
#Not gonna get us, not gonna get us
Days, or maybe weeks later, at a rest stop, Satsuki smelled the air and knew they were in trouble. Russian travellers, even the more upscale ones, didn't use this kind of cologne.
She didn't stop to see the dark coat, or to catch a glimpse of the gold-and-grey eyes. Instead she turned back, ran to the truck, helped Yuzuriha up to the booth (they had to buy warmer clothes, she realized, Yuzu's school uniform just didn't cut it even in the early fall) and drove.
The other girl kept quiet, until they were doing a hundred and twenty kilometers per hour on an empty, silk-smooth stretch of highway, something probably made for the use of tanks back when war was planned for and prepared for in this country. Back before humanity had other things to worry about, other means of assuring its own destruction.
"They're not gonna get us," she whispered, putting her hand over Satsuki's on the wheel.
A curt nod, a press of a foot and they were going even faster, flying over the road.
#We'll run away, everything'll be simple
#Night will fall, skies will drop
#And emptiness on the crossroads
#And emptiness's not gonna get us
But despite what they said, they could not drive forever.
That's it. And you know, it's possibly a stand-alone as it is. Might post it somewhere.
As for other X WIPs, I have "Home and Heart", which will probably get totally rewritten someday, the Hellsing crossover (which I plan to work on after Hellsing gets published here), two fics which are written out in longhand, uh, somewhere in this mess (unless Antonio ate them), and a bloody peculiar nightmare fic which is a Sandman crossover and which I need to finish, because it's too creepy by far. Oh, and the Yami crossover. Which is too good a premise to let go of, on top of having decent writing.
OUATIM doesn't get snippets posted, because I'm working on it all :) Current work list:
- the one where Sands meets Lindsey. Which is finished, just need to find all the pages and type it in.
- the Ajedrez-and-El one for
guede_mazaka. Which I intend to finish this week. I've got lots of notes and the theme music so far.- the sequel to Touch And Feel. Which has about 3000 words done, but half of it will have to be rewritten, unfortunately.
- the day-in-the-life of a young Sheldon Jeffrey Sands. Just started, but the muses have a good hold on me. Sheldon has a dad-of-the-year (if a spymaster is elligible for that reward) and the creepiest mom ever.
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Date: 2004-02-06 08:49 pm (UTC)And am drooling in anticipation over the 'Mexico' stuff to come.
Oh, right; if you haven't noticed, have friended you despite LJ being evil.