MOAR MEME

[elementalhero]

I have to stop this.

When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y

ganked from ana.


start of an Itachi fanfic--

It will have blood, they say. Blood will have blood.

--Macbeth, Act III, Scene iv

 

ohlol, I only have the quote in there as of yet.

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beginning of the next chapter of that big KH DiZ-centric fic, you know, the one that's coming up on its year anniversary of being put up and then done nothing to--

INTERLUDE THE FIRST:

 

(It All Began With...)

 

...xxx...

 

“The man in black fled across the desert,

and the gunslinger followed.”

 

--The Dark Tower I, Stephen King

 

...xxx...

 

(

 

Sand. A blinding whirlwind of sand.

 

A memory of battle. Dark and light and flame and shade clash and spew violence across the waste.

 

Faces flicker in and out of recognition: the girl—the target—the enemy—the oppressor—the stranger—

 

—all weave mist and shadow lines of memory into a guarding net about his fragmented consciousness.

 

There is wind.

 

There is water.

 

There is earth.

 

But he—

 

He is the warrior without a name.

 

And when the fight is done, the cataclysm claims his senses and all shatters save one memory—

 

A figure approaching through a veil of blinding sand. 

 

)

 

I think I only wrote this to format it pretty.  DX  Need to stop sucking and finish the goddamn chapter!

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part of a new Kairiku oneshot for my poor abandoned collection--

“So let me get this straight,” Selphie gushed, leaning over the edge of Kairi’s bed backwards, so far it seemed she was only hanging on by the tips of her toes to the opposite edge of the bedspread. “You’re going out tonight, with Riku, alone, and you didn’t think to tell me this until forty-five minutes ago?”

 

Kairi heaved a sigh. “Selphie, it’s not that big a deal. This is Riku’s last night in town before he leaves for college tomorrow, so we planned to have a nice last meal together. Sora was coming, but an emergency came up with his family at the last minute, so he had to bail. It’s not a date or anything.” She held up a flowery light purple skirt. “Would this go with those lilac earrings I bought last month at the outlet mall?”

 

“Yeah, but you don’t have any purple shirts that aren’t lame,” Selphie pointed out, then made a face. “Don’t get me off the subject! If it isn’t such a big deal, why have you changed outfits five times since I came over?”

 

“Because it’s a nice restaurant,” Kairi said pointedly, scrutinizing a sparkly red pair of flats before tossing them to the side with distaste.

--I ought to finish this, except I have no ending

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one of a few ItaAnko oneshots all clamoring to be written first--

Their sensei, a jōnin by the name of Himura Ayumi, didn’t even flinch as her two students landed before her from tens of feet up in the trees above. Neither, spookily enough, did the youth at her heels. “Anko-kun. Izumo-kun. I have good news and bad news.”

 

At the same time that Anko blurted, “So who the hell’s the shrimp?” Izumo said, “Bad news first, please, Ayumi-sensei.” Ayumi chuckled.

 

“If you like, Izumo-kun. The bad news is, you two are going to be able to take the Chūnin Selection Exams after all,” she said, and was almost knocked over by her student’s enthusiasm.

 

“Yatta!” Izumo cried, pumping a fist and smiling a bit for the first time since Kotetsu had been admitted to the infirmary.

 

Anko was a bit more practical once she got her excitement out of the way. “So, what’s the good news, Ayumi-sensei?” she asked suspiciously, leaning in a little.

 

Their sensei smiled a bit. “The good news is that you’re going to take them with him,” she said, indicating the boy behind her. “The number-one rookie of two years ago, Uchiha Itachi.”

 

“Ohayō gozaimasu, minna-san,” Itachi said, bowing. “It is an honor to be a part of your team.” His voice clearly had not settled all the way, indicating he was maybe a little older than she’d assumed, but even so, he spoke quietly, solemnly, and almost completely without any indication of emotion.

 

Holy crap, is this guy for real? Anko thought. His politeness is giving me goosebumps. It was like someone had stuck some crusty old diplomat into the body of a semi-prepubescent, four-foot-eight kid. Out loud, she said, “With all due respect, sensei, this is the good news? What—how old is he, ten?”

 

“Nine, actually,” the young Uchiha replied, blinking at her. With his long eyelashes, delicate features, and pale skin, he looked like a little girl’s china doll.

"He graduated in one year," Ayumi added.  Okay, a badass china doll.

--Teehee.  ^^

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part of the same fic, but I just had to add this part in--

“Anko,” Izumo said, sounding kind of like how she imagined a frustrated mother would sound, “if we’re all going to take the Chūnin Exams together, it would make sense to be friendly.”

 

Anko stood up, flicking her hair out of her eyes. “If we’re going to take the Chūnin Exams,” she said, crossing her arms and airily ignoring the young Uchiha, “it would make sense not to take them with a nine-year-old.”

 

“I’ll be ten in three months, Anko-sempai,” Itachi spoke up, “if it makes you feel better.” Izumo gave her a triumphant look, as if to say, There! See?

 

“I’ll be sure to buy you a pony,” Anko retorted with a venomously sweet smile.

--oh, Anko, ilu~

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part of a SasuSaku I traded Feilyn for an Itachi/Anko.  I still say I got the better deal--

It’s really kind of funny.

 

Uchiha Sasuke is a prodigy. He’s defeated shinobi of S-rank and above, taken down entire platoons with his bare hands, and called down the very lightning from the skies in the heat of battle.

 

Yet, ten minutes into a full-scale attack on the village of his birth, he turns to see a veritable blur of pink hair and black glove and green eyes, streaking towards him with all the force of love and hate itself. His eyes widen. His grip on his sword tenses too much, for just the wrong moment.

 

And Uchiha Sasuke is brought down with a left jab between the eyes and a right hook to the temple.

                                                                                       

Hell may have no fury like a woman scorned, but all the afterlives on every higher plane have no collective fury like Haruno Sakura on a rampage.

--oh, Sasuke.  Fail.  ^^

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HOLY GEEZUMS, THIS IS OLD.  The full (so far) text of an Elaeus/Tifa that I offered jaded_raindrop  for a crack contest and never finished.  I OUGHT TO FINISH THIS UP AND POST IT, DAMMIT, IT IS CRACKLICIOUS~--

I was always a tough kid. You’d never see me crying over a skinned knee or anything silly like that. Actually, you’d never see me crying, period. Not even after Cloud left the Garden to go out to the wastelands on his own and never ended up coming back. I didn’t cry then, either. I did start punching things a lot more, though. So maybe I was asking for what happened that one day.

 

I had been out walking like any other normal human being seems to be able to do without getting into trouble, when I got into a spot of trouble with Kadaj’s gang. Let me hasten to add that it was mostly my fault. He had been stalking around my neighborhood a few weeks ago, looking moody and I had told him to bug off in no uncertain terms. I may or may not have bloodied his nose. Now he liked to chase me around trying to corner me so he could somehow assuage his wounded pride by beating me up or something. Hah.

--Seriously, I actually had good themes planned for this.  Geez.  What is wrong with me, self?

FUN MEME.

Comments

[keepdreamingxx.livejournal.com]

djfkdjsf the Kairiku and Ansem ones sound reaaaally good. DDD: DATE TIEMZ. And I should probably read your Ansem fic, but ughhh, I have no time... and I think it's long, from what I remember. ):

[okroginator.livejournal.com]

Thank you! The Ansem one is epic long, which of course means I put literally months of effort into it and no one wanted to slog through it, so it has no reviews and therefore little incentive for me to get off my butt and keep going.

[keepdreamingxx.livejournal.com]

DDDD: I hate it when that happens. That's kind of the same way I am with G&Dt, though I do have a few good supporters, so. But. XD;

That's why you need to turn it into a novel!!! XD Heyy, have you ever considered doing it for NaNoWriMo~? And that starts really soon!

[okroginator.livejournal.com]

I actualy have a sort of bastardized version of the plot I had for that fic bubbling away on a back burner in my mind somewhere as a novel idea, but I don't foresee it doing anything in even the relatively near future. The short-story-I-wrote-in-Creative-Writing-with-potential-to-be-a-novel-given-more-character-development-and-subplots, however... :D

I'm actually quite unimpressed with the concept of NaNoWriMo. If people were meant to write novels in single months, timed, and post them on the interwebz so their hopes of ever getting published are dashed, they'd do it more often. IMO.

[keepdreamingxx.livejournal.com]

Oooh... how is Creative Writing, btw?

lol. I tried NNWM last year, and it was terribly... terrible. Haha.

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

I think it's more the goal is that you end with a manuscript, and have something to work on, instead of just getting a couple chapters in and stopping.

But I've never done it, as I never have an extra 2 hours per day during fall quarter to write.

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

“I’ll be ten in three months, Anko-sempai,” Itachi spoke up, “if it makes you feel better.” Izumo gave her a triumphant look, as if to say, There! See?

“I’ll be sure to buy you a pony,” Anko retorted with a venomously sweet smile.

This was perfect. I especially like her thinking of Itachi as a badass china doll.

And I have the feeling you could be one of the few writers who write Sasuke/Sakura I don't hate.

[okroginator.livejournal.com]

^^ Thank you!

...Really? That would be an accomplishment.

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

I would be, but I think you could do it.

[okroginator.livejournal.com]

*blushes*

[feilyn.livejournal.com]

EPIC SAKUSASU IS LOOKING EPIC!

I will finish your Anko/Itachi today, promise!

[okroginator.livejournal.com]

8D

(epic sasusaku may completely change from that bit; I found a song for them that will produce awesome. ALSO: I'M WRITING YOU AN EXTRA SPECIAL OSM SURPRISE IN HONOR OF YOU BEING SO AMAZING AS TO GET ME CRISPIN FREEMAN'S AUTOGRAPH.)

[feilyn.livejournal.com]

...moar awesome?

I GETS XTRA SPESHUL OSM? *JOYJOYJOY*

[okroginator.livejournal.com]

SOOPER SPESHUL OSM~

YOU WILL LOVE IT, PROMISE~

[feilyn.livejournal.com]

OH MAN, WHAT IS IT? C'MON, GIMME A HINT. fANDOM, OR SOMETHING.

[okroginator.livejournal.com]

NOOOOO, IT'S A SEKRIT.