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Mini Fic Prompts!
Sep. 4th, 2012 07:28 amHere's all the mini fics thanks to Plurk Meme. Yes I am a sucker for these. And as we can all tell, I cannot write just one sentence. >_>
Liz:
Annette + Kisuke; rain.
She's always happy, taking enjoyment in the simplest things in life. With a smile Annette catches rain drops on her hand and turns that smile upon him. In his complex world of intrigue, she keeps him grounded.
Myki:
Urahara + Yoruichi; Sunlight, dancing, falling.
Even sunlight blurs around Yoruichi when she weaves her way through the bodies around her. Flawless in the way she morphs combat into a dance set to music that only she seems to hear. Yet as perfect as she is in a fight, Kisuke is not sure that her laughter is so charming when she knocks him on his ass.
Urahara + Nanao; SCIENCE
Buzzing, whirring, and bubbling fills the air of his make shift laboratory; a symphony really of his experiments and theories each to be tested and tried until perfect. Which is why it saddens him, breaks his heart, to see Nanao's apprehensive look when she edges into the room. Ah! But could that be a glimmer of curiosity there as well? He can work with that.
OR
Kisuke grabs his poor, abused head. Had hitting him really been necessary? Nanao stares at him, eyes narrowed with a look that could promise murder if she wasn’t blushing. Somehow Kisuke thinks she did not buy his excuse that the kiss had been purely for gathering experimental data on the variations of lip-locking favored by the women of Soul Society. Okay so it is one of weaker excuses. Still the knot on his head was worth it!
Avi:
Hiyori + Kisuke; Mask
Hiyori hates the way he always smiles and cannot stand that easy laugh. Really she does, or at least that's what she tells herself when he pulls her pigtail and smiles as if she hasn't become a monster, a twisted parody. With a huff she smacks his hand away, secretly glad that the mask hides something that just might be a smile and hope.
Ukitake + Kisuke; to protect
They are day and night - a classic study in dichotomy - yet standing shoulder to shoulder in front of their fallen comrades (one with a grin and one with stern set to his mouth), the similarities between Urahara Kisuke and Ukitake Juushirou shine brighter than their differences. When they move, centuries do not separate them.
Or (since 'protect' prompts always cause multiple ideas)
Ukitake Juushirou embodies, in the opinion of many, the spirit and poise expected of a Captain; he is most often gentle spoken, polite, and offers respect and receives it. Kisuke cannot and would not deny these facts to be true, even when said Respected Captain is waist deep in a pile of discarded boxes and bags, that long hair flying this way and that, as he searches, almost frantically, for a crying kitten. Yes, Urahara decides, Ukitake is still every bit a Captain of renown with his haori askew and a wide eyed kitten tucked in his hands.
Liz:
Annette + Kisuke; rain.
She's always happy, taking enjoyment in the simplest things in life. With a smile Annette catches rain drops on her hand and turns that smile upon him. In his complex world of intrigue, she keeps him grounded.
Myki:
Urahara + Yoruichi; Sunlight, dancing, falling.
Even sunlight blurs around Yoruichi when she weaves her way through the bodies around her. Flawless in the way she morphs combat into a dance set to music that only she seems to hear. Yet as perfect as she is in a fight, Kisuke is not sure that her laughter is so charming when she knocks him on his ass.
Urahara + Nanao; SCIENCE
Buzzing, whirring, and bubbling fills the air of his make shift laboratory; a symphony really of his experiments and theories each to be tested and tried until perfect. Which is why it saddens him, breaks his heart, to see Nanao's apprehensive look when she edges into the room. Ah! But could that be a glimmer of curiosity there as well? He can work with that.
OR
Kisuke grabs his poor, abused head. Had hitting him really been necessary? Nanao stares at him, eyes narrowed with a look that could promise murder if she wasn’t blushing. Somehow Kisuke thinks she did not buy his excuse that the kiss had been purely for gathering experimental data on the variations of lip-locking favored by the women of Soul Society. Okay so it is one of weaker excuses. Still the knot on his head was worth it!
Avi:
Hiyori + Kisuke; Mask
Hiyori hates the way he always smiles and cannot stand that easy laugh. Really she does, or at least that's what she tells herself when he pulls her pigtail and smiles as if she hasn't become a monster, a twisted parody. With a huff she smacks his hand away, secretly glad that the mask hides something that just might be a smile and hope.
Ukitake + Kisuke; to protect
They are day and night - a classic study in dichotomy - yet standing shoulder to shoulder in front of their fallen comrades (one with a grin and one with stern set to his mouth), the similarities between Urahara Kisuke and Ukitake Juushirou shine brighter than their differences. When they move, centuries do not separate them.
Or (since 'protect' prompts always cause multiple ideas)
Ukitake Juushirou embodies, in the opinion of many, the spirit and poise expected of a Captain; he is most often gentle spoken, polite, and offers respect and receives it. Kisuke cannot and would not deny these facts to be true, even when said Respected Captain is waist deep in a pile of discarded boxes and bags, that long hair flying this way and that, as he searches, almost frantically, for a crying kitten. Yes, Urahara decides, Ukitake is still every bit a Captain of renown with his haori askew and a wide eyed kitten tucked in his hands.