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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 6:47:33 GMT -8
1. | Dice | 2. | Fireflies | 3. | Blood | 4. | Sea | 5. | Glass | 6. | Boil | 7. | Machine | 8. | Fantasy | 9. | Dog | 10. | Lust | 11. | Titan | 12. | Free | 13. | Electrify | 14. | Regret | 15. | Children | 16. | City | 17. | Waste | 18. | Smile | 19. | Shackles | 20. | Lights | 21. | Song | 22. | Holiday | 23. | Villain | 24. | Hero | 25. | Fly | 26. | Tease | 27. | Touch | 28. | Hide | 29. | Night | 30. | Naive | 31. | Animal | 32. | Hush | 33. | Soon | 34. | Still | 35. | Friend | 36. | Close | 37. | Together | 38. | Fight | 39. | Mask | 40. | Clean | 41. | Stars | 42. | Panic | 43. | The End | 44. | Text | 45. | Return | 46. | Magical girls | 47. | Gundams | 48. | Bishounen | 49. | Tentacles | 50. | Writer's Choice |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 6:50:06 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Was it worth it? Was it safe? He didn't know. He'd stopped knowing a long time ago. A phone call without words, a pain without potential for end, a danger that he could not risk: all of this flashed through his mind when he would pick the motel phone off its cradle, his fingers slowly, hesitantly going through the motions of finding each of the buttons and depressing them in a sequence he had memorized long ago. He waited through the agonizing seconds of the dial tone, his fingers twirling around the curling beige cord as if the restriction around the digit was the comfort of a lover's arms, and then, a familiar voice, muddled with sleep, answered with a mumbled "Hello?"
The phone slammed back into the cradle with a harsh ring of protest, nearly clattering right off the table as the man panted like he had just run a marathon. A shaky hand ran through long ruby locks before, with a heavy sigh, he collapsed to the squeaky mattress with the box springs that dug into his back.
Fate was all a gambling game, he'd decided, and he'd already lost all he had with a single dice roll. Buzen was not the type of man to gamble when the odds were against him. He'd rather not lose what little he had left if he could avoid it. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 6:51:43 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | The man let out a soft sigh as he sprawled himself out in the grass, his muscles soon unknotting with the absolute peace of the place. The darkness was close around him, like a blanket, and he found his thoughts trailing to his best friend. What was the man doing now, he wondered. Was he with someone? Was he... happy to be rid of the man who used to brindle up like a wet Skitty and throw curses and paperweights at his head when he would come looking for some companionship?
Did he too sit and, in the quiet moments, think about what might have been if things had been different? Buzen sat up, the few leaving a wet spot on his shirt and an obvious dark spot where he had lain, and his elbows fell to rest on his knees, hands dangling in the air between his bent legs. The stars looked like fireflies tonight, he told himself. It had been a long time since they had. Usually the curtain of darkness would obscure them from view, so he should take advantage of the opportunity to appreciate the view for once in his low-born life.
A single spot of wet bloomed on a pebble nestled near his side, but he never made a sound. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 6:53:03 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | "Talk," the thug ground out, pressing the small child up against the wall, "or I'll make you talk."
"I don't have any money, you stupid ratmonkey!" the seven year old spat, blue eyes burning like the little spitfire that he was. "And even if I did, Mom would take it for drinking money!"
"You little-!" the man cut himself off in his own anger, punching the boy in the stomach, making the smaller choke and double over as best he could pressed up against the wall, his sapphire eyes bulging and watering from the pain. "Bring me some tomorrow or you'll get another taste, you snot-nosed little brat!" And with that ultimatum, the elder stormed off with a huff, the black leather combat boys slamming into the sidewalk with a vengeance.
Buzen slid down the wall slowly, his bare arms and exposed legs getting cut up a little from the brick, but when his behind finally made contact with the ground, he lifted his head to reveal a wide grin. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he slowly got back to his feet, one hand tucking his long ruby hair behind his ear while the other counted his take.
Some people could be such suckers. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 6:55:02 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen was bent over the trash can, his whole body quivering like a taut bowstring while his cerulean gaze was distant, looking past the metal rim and shag carpet before his eyes. Dead. They wanted him dead. They were going to kill him, and for what? Money? Power? Status? What? One of them he expected little better of, but the other...
The sea in his stomach roiled again and he was bent over retching, at the mercy of the storm. His heart ached and his gut clenched and his eyes pricked, but there was nothing else to come out of him, not anymore. Shakily, he pushed himself back upright, wiping his mouth with a tissue and grimacing at the taste in his mouth. Just what was he supposed to do now?
He supposed there was nothing else to be done, and his heart sunk. If he was to cross the oncoming ocean, he was going to have to cut the rope tethering him to the dock himself. He had no other choice if he wanted to live. He was going to have to fake his own death.
The sea in his stomach roiled again at the thought, and once more he was at the mercy of the storm even though it had already washed away everything that he had to give it. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 7:00:55 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | "What is this?"
"A glass bird. I got it while I was out today. It reminded me of you."
"Idiot, I don't want it."
A knowing look. "Suit yourself."
Buzen's fingers tapped against the waxed mahogany of his desk, a scowl across his lips as he glared daggers at the glass Fletchling that perched there, almost as if he thought it would explode into a million pieces on its own if he glared at it for long enough. He didn't like things like this, not one little bit. He liked things that were solid, durable, not things that would break when he would throw them at people. It would be one thing if it were something elegant or rare, like a Dragonair, but a Fletchling? What was so special about one of those?
Still... Buzen could count on one hand the number of presents he had received from other people, and the fact that his best friend had thought to get him anything at all heaved his world right off its axis. He didn't know what to do with a gift, never mind one that was so utterly pointless. He really should throw it away or give it back.
The smile he got when the man came in the next day to find the figurine perched carefully on a part of Buzen's desk where it would be safe from shocks and the redhead's fiery temper was more than enough to shatter the elder's heart like glass.
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 7:02:21 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | "Insolent brat!" Buzen roared, one instant a man and the next a massive Tyrantrum, his tail lashing and his teeth bared. For all of his yelling and complaining, usually the redhead would refrain from going too much further than just throwing something or smacking someone when he was upset. For him to transform like this meant that his emotions well and truly had reached a boiling point.
He liked having his hair pulled. But for some little Riolu to just reach up, grab two pawfuls of his hair, and then yank down, hard, well... it was little wonder that he lost his temper. A loud roar of fury built up in his chest as his muscles coiled to spring, the T-Rex more than ready to unleash his wrath in one fell swoop.
And then, like a flash of lightning, his anger evaporated out of him with a single hand placed onto his leg. The man didn't have to say anything for Buzen to understand what he was getting at, even if he did launch into a tirade that the other barely paid attention to. The Pokemon was only a baby, it didn't know right from wrong yet, it must have seen the two of them tugging at each other's hair when they were making out and thought it was acceptable: the excuses went on. Ordinarily, he wasn't one to settle for such words to pacify him, but for once, he did.
The other man had cooled the boil down to a soft simmer the moment he had touched the scaly skin with a single hand. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 7:03:45 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen had always prized himself on his intelligence. He could understand numbers, formulas, patterns, all of it. He was more or less a walking calculator, and that was something he'd always preened himself about in the past. He didn't need a computer to tell him how his investments were doing, he could figure it out mentally with the reports from the daily paper, and he had always preferred it that way.
The words hadn't even stung him when the woman had first screamed them at him, half-drunk and going further down that road the longer time went on. To be honest, he had completely forgotten them over the course of the years since she'd uttered them too - he rarely, if ever, thought of his mother now that he was an adult, and the few instances he did were mostly to ruminate on what a waste of perfectly good space the alcoholic had been before he turned his attention to other matters - and he didn't know why they had come to mind once more.
But as he lay there, in the dark, alone, the bedsprings of a cheap mattress at a rundown motel digging into his back, he wondered if the reason why his love hadn't been enough really was because he was more of a machine than a man. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 7:05:18 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | There were a lot of things that a poor kid would have wanted for a birthday. After all, it wasn't as if they had very much, and when they were surrounded by other families and other kids and other people enjoying little luxuries like ice cream or a stuffed toy, it was little wonder that Buzen dreamed of more than what he had. He was eight years old, but he wasn't stupid.
He was careful about it too. He waited until his mother was drunk before he came forward, some money that he'd earned from helping out an old lady with her little grocery store clutched in his fist - because somehow, he knew if he'd stolen the money, that he'd risk losing whatever was bought with it. He made her swear an oath to buy him something for his birthday and then, satisfied with it, he sent her out the door on her quest.
He didn't care what she got him. He just wanted to be able to open something on his ninth birthday for once in his life. He wanted to rip off the wrapping paper and experience the novel sensation of having something he hadn't expected peek out from beneath the covering. He wanted to know what it was like to be a normal kid for once in his life.
When he woke up the next morning to find his mother passed out on the floor, a case of something other than the cheap beer she usually made do with clutched in her hands, Buzen learned three very valuable lessons: don't give money to someone who has none, the only person someone can count on is himself, and that some fantasies are just not meant to come true. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 7:06:36 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | "Ouch!" Buzen yelped, tears beading in his eyes as he glanced behind him. He had thought he was going to get away scot-free with his ill-gotten gains, and instead, as he was climbing up the metal chain-link fence, he had been caught by a large Growlithe that was snarling at him, its fur fluffed up and tail bushy. His leg was caught in the canine's jaws, the ankle turned into a bloody mess from the teeth, and when the boy was pulled down by a police officer to be scolded, he was unusually subdued, head down and lengthening ruby hair shadowing the sapphire eyes. He was taken to a hospital and treated for his injuries, which were his own fault in the first place for turning to a life of crime.
No one bothered to pick up the small loaf of bread sitting out in the dirty puddle full of dirt and mud from the day's rainstorm, and no one heard that, when the boy curled up in a little ball in the hospital night once he was left alone, his stomach made the quiet kind of gurgling noises that only come when there is nothing left inside it for it to consume. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 7:08:31 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | "I hate them! Hate them hate them hate them!" The hatred, the anger, the betrayal, it all surged through him, morphing him almost beyond immediate recognition as he screamed and yelled and threw things around the hotel room. He was seething red, his face almost the same color as his hair, and if anyone dared to try to talk reason into him, he knew that he would slaughter them where they stood without a second thought. His fingers were curled like he was going to scratch at something, and if he were able to, he had no doubt that they would have transformed into the claws that he knew they could so easily become.
He had never wanted to kill someone so much in his entire life.
The bloodlust would die down, in time, but the hurt would remain, perhaps forever. But that was something for another day. Right now, all that remained was his fury, his want to make someone else hurt just as much as he was, and it was with an angry roar escaping his raw throat that he finally buried his face in a pillow and gave in to the urge to cry over what he had lost. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 7:27:42 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen knew that he probably shouldn't have picked a fight with that guy in the bar. He was drunk though, his best friend - no, he corrected, his lover - had insisted that he continue past his usual two tumblers of whiskey, and when the other had asked, he hadn't been able to say no. So he was intoxicated, and when he'd picked the fight, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. He couldn't articulate a reason why it had seemed that way now, but it had, and so he'd gotten himself into this mess.
By all accounts, it should have been him dealing with the after-effects, not his lover. He had been the one who was stupid enough to antagonize what had turned out to be a Tyranitar, not his lover. He'd been the one who was stupid enough to suggest they settle things in their other forms, not his lover. And yet the other man had been the one to pay the price, taking the full brunt of a Hyper Beam aimed right at the large Tyrantrum.
The redhead had sobered quickly and stomped the larger Pokemon flat, but despite being a massive T-Rex, titan of eras past, as he carefully worked his nose under his lover's body to carry him back to the city, for the first time in his life, he felt very small in his other form. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 7:43:14 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | "How would you like a kiss?"
Buzen looked mistrustingly at the young man who stood before him, a casual smile on his face and one of his hands shoved in his back pockets. He knew enough about this type of crook to understand that such a thing wouldn't come without a price, and if there was anything that his childhood had taught him, it was to be wary of anything with a price tag. "And what is it going to cost me if I say yes?" he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest, just as prickly as a Cacnea. It was almost comical how his hair even seemed to bristle up with him, much like a dog's hackles would rise when presented with something distasteful.
The man smiled crookedly in a way that made the redhead's heart pause before starting up again, double-time. And then, to the elder's shock, the mischievous grin was gone, out of sight because those smirking lips were brushing over his for a short moment that felt like it would drag on forever before it ended, and before the genius could restart his thinking processes, the other was gone, though he would end up mulling over the words left in the wake for quite a long time afterwards.
"For you? Kisses are always free. Always." | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 8:11:06 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | The first thing that Buzen knew was a high-pitched beeping. As a soft groan escaped his parched throat, he managed to overcome the weights holding down his eyelids, opening them to a white ceiling with black dots in it.
And then his view was taken up by a figure that he knew by heart. Handsome purple hair, expressive orange-gold eyes... they were both things that he knew well. This was the face of his best friend, though he wasn't expecting the expression on his face. Why... why did he look so relieved and angry at the same time?
"Idiot! Why did you take on that Lanturn, you know full well you don't have the advantage! You're supposed to be the smart one, not the one who gets ten thousand volts of electricity running through them!"
Ordinarily, the redhead would have been insulted at such harsh words, but he knew why the other was so upset. He could see the worry in those eyes, the way that the corners glimmered with tears, and that was why he gathered up as much of his strength as he could to lift one hand and curl it in the other's hair, yanking him down for a kiss. "She'd said she was going to take you away from me," he mumbled when they parted. "Said it'd be easy to seduce you... couldn't let her win."
The huff told him that even if his lover wasn't pleased with the answer, it was enough to pacify him for the moment. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 8:26:39 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen's fingers lightly traced the letters engraved in the headstone, the polished granite smooth beneath the sensitive pads. Jinko Zenki had passed away over a year ago of a failing liver, of no surprise to her only son; she had been quite the heavy drinker in his childhood, and she'd made quite a point of saying that she regretted not getting an abortion when she was carrying him because the nine months she had him were the worst nine months of her life. Despite his better judgment though, he had paid the money to have her buried and get her a plain headstone, even if he had only just decided that he had the time to visit her.
"Do you regret... leaving her? I mean... you could've changed her... maybe given her more time?" His lover's voice broke through the cold, the tone hesitant, almost as if he was afraid he was stepping on the wrong territory.
"Useless, stupid, snot-nosed brat, get out of my sight, I never want to see you again in my life!" He ducked a thrown bottle with the ease born of practice, climbing out the window and into the night, away from her, this time forever.
The redhead snorted, straightening up and ignoring the soft cracks of protest from his back and knees. "She doomed herself long ago," he replied, patting the headstone with far more affection than he had ever held for the one buried beneath it. "I wouldn't have made a difference in what she did, I never had." He shrugged. "Sometimes I wonder what might've been if things were different, but it's not really something that matters now. So... no. I don't regret it. I don't regret a moment because if I took a different path, I wouldn't be here with you now, and I could never regret you." | |
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