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| This blog was created to showcase my submissions to the LiveJournal
community 100 Themes. I have claimed two pairings from two different
series. The first pairing is Touzoku'ou Bakura and Jyonouchi Katsuya
from Yuugiou; the second pairing I've claimed is Envy and Edward
Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist. There will be close to 200
stories when I've completed all the themes, even though I am likely
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| Thursday, November 03, 2005
Title: Persistence of Memory Theme: 019 (Rest one's head on a person's lap); 084 (World of Dreams) Fandom: Yuugiou Pairing: Touzoku'ou/Jyonouchi Rating: T Night was always the best time. It wasn't best for the obvious reasons, those being the cover of darkness to mask his presence in temples and tombs and the trust that all the "honest" citizens of the kingdom were sleeping. No, it was best because that was when his real treasure was closest. The fair-haired Aegean was a prize in and of himself, a temple virgin he'd "stolen" from one of the houses of Ra. At first the boy had been skittish and frightened of him, expecting Bakura to use him and kill him sometime during the night. After several weeks with no indication that he was in any danger from the thief, the boy had relaxed enough to lie near him. It was months later that they moved from a tentative, fragile friendship into something stronger. He could still remember the first time the boy dared to rest closer. He'd been keeping watch, uneasy with the number of guards roaming the city, when the Aegean lie down beside him and rested his golden head on his lap. It was all Bakura could do not to jump up or snatch the boy into an embrace; he'd slowly fallen for the boy, but he was still uncertain as to what the boy - who said his name was 'Jyonou' - felt towards him. Night was the only time that they were able to be relaxed. Even with the threat of capture should he be found in a temple, Bakura found comfort in his boy's embrace. Months passed, a full year plus several more weeks, before tragedy found them... and Zork reared his head from the ruins of Kura Eruna. Zork had used Jyonou to lure Bakura into his grasp, promising that the Aegean would be returned to the thief without harm in exchange for loyalty to him, only to renege on his word. Bakura could still see the light dying in his beloved one's eyes as Zork tore him asunder. Millennia passed, three in all, before Bakura was able to see the stars again and enjoy the embrace of nighttime... but it was not the same without his Jyonou lying beside him. Yadonushi was a good kid, willing to help in his quest to find the rest of the Sennen items and free the souls of his people, but there was still the shadow of Zork, hiding somewhere in the twisted corridors of Bakura's own mind. And then he found his love once more. Oh, but it was bittersweet at best. Zork still loomed in the back of his mind, and it wasn't hard to guess that the monster would use Jyonou - no, Jyonouchi now - against him once more if he was aware of his existence in this new world. Bakura had no choice but to push the blond away, no matter how much it broke his heart. All he had left were his dreams of Egypt, where he still had his Jyonou and there was no Zork to darken their lives. Then came the time he'd dreaded and feared, when he was too powerful to fight anymore, and the thief became a spectator in his own body. He'd nearly broken when he realized Zork had drawn all of the Pharaoh's allies into the yami no RPG, his beloved Jyonou included. His fear that Zork would win was overshadowed only by his fear that he would recognize Jyonouchi for who he'd been and destroy him once more. But the Pharaoh won, and Bakura had been drawn away from life to the Afterlife. All that was left were the worlds he'd created in his mind, where Jyonou was alive and well. This was his gift to his Jyonou, to Jyonouchi... the world of his dreams and the Sennen Ring. He trusted that in time he'd find his way home again. But until then, he would wait. Posted 7:30 PM Title: Perchance to Dream Theme: 019 [Rest one's head on a person's lap], 029 [Thing left behind] Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Pairing: EnvyEd Rating: T [Note: I'm setting all my theme fics for this pairing after the Roy ending to the game Bluebird Illusion. This, however, is somewhat AU since, from what I can tell, that ending sets up for possible RoyEd, and that's not my kink ^^;] It wasn't unusual for Ed to fall asleep without changing out of his uniform these days. Nor was it strange for him to wonder where he was when he started to wake up. Since Al's... disappearance, he didn't really care much about anything, and in a sense Roy and Riza had 'adopted' him to make sure he functioned at least semi-normally. However, it was unusual for him to slowly blink awake to find himself staring at black cloth and porcelain-white skin. Something in the back of his mind told him this was a bad thing, while another part insisted on closing his eyes and going back to sleep since he wasn't dead yet. The part arguing against more sleep won out... sort of. Instead of jumping up and generally freaking out, Ed rolled his head slightly so he could look up and see if the lap belonged to who he was thinking it belonged to. Still, he was groggy enough that he had to ask: "Hm? Envy?" The dark-haired homunculus frowned down at him. "You're so rude, o-chibi-san. I come all the way here just to visit and you're sleeping. You have no manners." Okay, maybe it wasn't really Envy. "Sorry," Ed mumbled quietly before closing his eyes again. These dreams were starting to become more realistic, but if Envy was going to appear in them he should at least act like himself. An annoyed sigh reached his ears, and he could almost swear that he could feel fingers carding through his hair. This dream-Envy was actually... well, kind of nice, which was good considering that Ed didn't really like dealing with the real Envy. Especially with everything that had happened only a few short months ago; sometimes he forgot and called for Al when he arrived home, only to collapse into crying fits when he remembered that his little brother was never going to be there again. Dream-Envy was talking again: "You could at least pretend to be happy to see me, chibi-chan. If they knew I was here, there could be trouble for both of us." The hand in his hair paused for a moment before the gentle strokes began again. "It probably still hurts, doesn't it? The feeling that nothing has changed but the reality that everything is different now. I would say I understand, but, heh, I don't." Now that sounded more like the real Envy. He briefly debated on whether he might actually be awake before opening one eye again. It still looked and sounded like the homunculus he knew and loathed, but it wasn't trying to kick his teeth in or bore him to death. It was strange, but at the same time an odd dream was better than memories. "You're an ass," Ed grumbled, rolling onto his side and nestling closer to the dream-Envy. "Yep," came the almost cheerful reply before the homunculus shifted the pair of them; when he was finished moving Ed was lying across Envy's legs, head resting against the much older male's stomach. Envy resumed petting him once he was finished moving, and Ed felt himself drifting towards deep sleep again. "But I still missed you, chibi-chan. Life is boring without you around. Wrath is a pain, Lust is still whining about wanting to be human and Gluttony... well, yeah. I'm risking everything just to be here right now." "Must suck," the alchemist murmured, eyes drifting closed once more. His only reply was a throaty chuckle and what may have been a hug. It was bright out when his eyes fluttered open again. He was surprised to find himself in his bed, his jacket thrown over the chair and his boots on the floor by the door. Ed couldn't recall making it that far before collapsing; the last thing he remembered was coming home, sitting down on the couch, and having a weird-ass dream where he and Envy had a semi-civil conversation without punches being thrown. He groaned softly as he pushed himself up. Mornings were bad anymore, with no improvement in sight until he arrived at headquarters where Riza would pretend not to fuss over him for a good twenty minutes. Ed shook his head to clear his thoughts, only to pause and frown. When had he taken his hair down? He glanced over at the table by his bed, eyes snapping fully open. His hair tie was there, but so was a headband. This would have been odd in its own right, if not for the inverted triangular symbol that was almost as familiar as his own name. "What...?" he said aloud, knowing that he wasn't going to receive an answer; the room was empty save for himself, after all. Ed picked up the headband for a moment to make sure he wasn't imagining it there. After assuring himself that it was real, he placed it back on the table and quickly got ready for the day. He hurried out of the room; for the first time in what seemed like forever, Ed felt he had a reason to be alive. He never noticed the shadows in the corner melting into the homunculus that had visited him in the night. Envy smirked and shook his head before retrieving his headband, slipping it back on without batting an eye. "Good to see you back to your old self, o-chibi-san," he said to the empty room. "Looks like things might be interesting again after all." owari Posted 7:20 AM Tuesday, November 01, 2005 Title: Sam Who?Theme: 086 - Holiday Fandom: Yuugiou Pairing: Touzoku'ou Bakura x Jyonouchi Katsuya (wrapshipping) Rating: T (Note: Yes, this is the thief king. Why it's him and how he's in modern Japan is semi-explained herein.) "So who's this Sam guy the stupid Pharaoh and his midget were talking about?" Jyonouchi looked up from the English homework he was attempting to do and shot Bakura an odd look. "Sam?" The thief nodded. "Yeah. Sam Hayne or something. Who is he?" Bakura scowled when his boyfriend started snickering. "What?" "They were talking about Samhain" - he pronounced it so-ween - "it's a holiday, but not really celebrated here. It's more of an American holiday; they call it Halloween." "Oh." Bakura seemed to be letting the subject drop, so Jyonouchi returned his attention to his book. "What happens on Samhain?" Knowing from past experience that Bakura wasn't going to stop till he had an answer, the blond pushed his homework off to one side and rested his elbows on the table. "I don't really know much about it. What I do know is, the Celts used to divide the year into two parts, light and dark. The light was marked by Beltane on May 1, and the dark by Samhain on November 1. It was a pretty important holiday for them." Bakura leaned on the table, chin propped on his hand and silver eyes locked on his boyfriend's. "So what's all this hubbub about October 31?" "Well, the Celts saw that date as the most magically potent time of the festival of Samhain," the blond said with a small shrug; in all honesty he was a bit fascinated by other cultural beliefs, even with his fear of the occult (of which Bakura was trying to break him). "They felt that the laws of time and space were suspended, and the dead were able to communicate with the living. It was a big deal for them. There are still people who feel that way and celebrate Samhain rather than Halloween. In a sense I guess it's kinda like Obon that way." "Well, I like Obon," Bakura said with a slight smirk. Jyonouchi couldn't help but ask, "Oh? And why's that, Kura?" The Egyptian responded by leaning across the table and lightly tugging at the cord around the other's neck, pulling the Sennen Ring up into view for a moment. "Because that's the day I came back to you," Bakura said matter-of-factly before leaning in to steal a kiss, although it couldn't really be called stealing seeing as Jyonouchi wasn't protesting. "Now do your homework, Jyonou." "Baka." It was said affectionately, though. "I'm not the one failing English." "No, but you are the one who keeps distracting me when I'm trying to study," Jyonouchi countered with a decisive nod. He yelped slightly when Bakura moved around the table, picked him up, sat down in the chair and pulled him down into his lap. "There. Do your homework." Silence settled between them, comfortably so, and the younger of the pair returned his attention to his studies. "...so what's this 'trick-or-treat' thing?" owari Sources for Samhain information are as follows: CelticSpirit.org Wicca.com And yes, Jyonouchi can't get a break. Apparently Yuugi explained all the 'fun' aspects of holidays to Atem, who bragged them to Bakura, who now wants the 'real' story from his boyfriend. It's a vicious cycle, really ^^; Posted 7:48 PM Title: Shifting Sands Theme: 029 (Thing left behind); 094 (Good-bye) Fandom: Yuugiou/Yu-Gi-Oh Pairing: Touzoku'ou Bakura x Jyonouchi Katsuya Rating: T/PG-13 He had thought that with the yami no RPG over and done with that ancient Egypt would be put out of his mind forever, especially with the Sennen items lost in the temple's collapse. Yet the pyramids before him looked relatively 'new' and behind him lay the palace that he knew from the memory world. And still, even knowing that he was standing in the past, he was dressed in twentieth century garb; therefore this had to be no more than a dream. Why he was dreaming of Egypt, he did not know. After all, he hadn't been an item holder, and so far as he knew he hadn't had an Egyptian counterpart in the memory world. He wanted to ask someone, anyone, what was going on, but knew without turning that there was no one around to answer him. And so he walked. He could have walked toward the palace, but he chose instead to walk the other way. Why? Again, he did not know. It just felt right to walk away from the palace. Strangely, though, as he walked he could almost swear that he heard a second set of footsteps, traveling in time with his. No faster, no slower, just keeping pace. He was nearly at the pyramids when he stopped walking; the footsteps behind him continued to come closer. He started to turn, only to find the motion aborted by strong arms wrapped around him, pinning his arms to his sides yet not restraining him. A quick glance down caused him to catch his breath, as he recognized the sleeves of his captor's robes. "Bakura?" His voice sounded odd, almost far away. For a moment it felt almost as if he were watching from somewhere deep inside himself. The thief did not answer verbally, only tightened his hold. He debated for a moment whether to fight free, but in the end opted to wait and see what would happen. After all, this was just a dream. "Twice now," the thief king finally said; the words made no sense to him and he turned his head slightly, trying to catch Bakura's eyes unsuccessfully. "The first time when I sold my soul. The second when I lost the fight." "I don't understand," he replied quietly. Somehow he felt like this was important, this was the reason he was dreaming of Egypt tonight. Cautiously he reached up and touched the thief king's hand; immediately the other twined their fingers together. Bakura didn't seem to hear him. "The first time almost killed me, losing you." He felt his body stiffen, tense, but the other continued talking: "He took you away, promised that you wouldn't be harmed if I swore allegiance to him, only to break you before my eyes. I never got to apologize or to say farewell. "The second time I have only myself to blame. I could not let him touch you again. I kept my distance, hid any signs that I knew who you had been, and in the end lost you again." Bakura's arms shifted, drawing him closer, and buried his face against his neck. "And I don't know what's worse, having lost you when you knew I loved you or leaving you without ever telling you I still do." He couldn't respond; he did not know how. Rather than try for words he carefully turned, not breaking free from Bakura's hold, and wrapped his own arms around the man's waist. Almost immediately he felt safe, protected. He believed all that the thief had told him, and mourned that when the dream was over he would be back in Domino, alone once more. "Bakura," he said softly; when the man lifted his head he leaned up and kissed him. He felt warm inside when the kiss was returned, and moved one hand to rest against the other's scarred cheek. This was only a dream, and in the morning none of what happened between them would matter to anyone except for him. "I love you," Bakura murmured against his lips before pressing one last kiss to them. "Good-bye, my Jyonou." He blinked once, and when he opened his eyes again he was peering up at the ceiling of his bedroom. Disappointed, almost heartbroken that his dream was over so quickly, he moved to rise from his bed, stopping short when he heard something clatter to the floor. For what felt like forever he didn't move; then he leaned over to see what it was he had knocked over. The Sennen Ring lay by his bed, a folded piece of old parchment next to it. He looked around the room, peered into the corners searching for someone who wasn't there before bending to retrieve both items. He placed the Ring carefully on his lap before unfolding the parchment. It was old and delicate, and the words on it were written in messy kanji: I am leaving you something to remember me by. I will be waiting for you at the gateway, and we will be together forever then. "I love you, too," Jyonouchi said softly, folding the note once more and slipping it beneath his pillow. Picking up the Ring, holding it close to his heart, he lay back on his bed and drifted slowly back to sleep. Where he dreamed of Egypt and shifting sand. owari Posted 7:47 PM Welcome to 100 Themes, 2 Pairings. This is going to be my blog for my entries to the LiveJournal community 100_themes, for which I've claimed two pairings. The first pairing, that I've written two stories for and used three themes already, is Touzoku'ou Bakura x Jyonouchi Katsuya (aka wrapshipping) from Yuugiou; the second pairing, for whom I have yet to write stories for, is Envy x Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist. I will shortly be posting my stories thus far here and adding the new ones I complete. When all is said and done, I should have nearly 200 stories posted in this format. I will start on a layout for this blog this evening and upload the first of the stories sometime later in the week. For now, welcome and thank you for visiting! Posted 1:27 PM
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