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Nov. 7th, 2006

Like Candy

das_katzchen

Schuldig's Apartment: Sometime around noon

This train is bound for Naughtyville. Got that? Lemon station, coming up.

Cut for length, misguided but well-deserved violence, smut, and--gasp--CUTENESS. Proceed with caution.Collapse )

Nov. 5th, 2006

Schu/Omi

hemmungslos

Schuldig's Apartment: Midnight

WARNING: This contains smut (that means its rated nc-17, though most of you have already read this, so you already know that.) What did Ray say to say? "Schuldig touches Omi's no-nos?" (Does a bit more than just touch them, in fact.)

Cut for the smut (and the length.)Collapse )

Nov. 3rd, 2006

never too late

sonneillon_v

Disobedience, Part Two

Blood on Snow, the cherry blossom petals drift to the ground like windblown snowflakes.Collapse )

Nov. 1st, 2006

never too late

sonneillon_v

Disobedience

To a certain extent, I think we all knew this was coming.Collapse )
Starving

hemmungslos

Farfarello's Apartment: Very Early in the Morning

Cut for intolerable domesticity. (And length, and cursing.Collapse )

Oct. 31st, 2006

youji - pale divine

sevendials

Narita International Airport Arrivals Lobby, Terminal 2

Seven twenty and he'd made good time, but it wasn't until he got to the airport that Youji started to wonder.

They never looked like the maps. Simple enough on paper, these places, but then they always were. Add the human dimension - the storefronts lit up like a festival of lights, the crowds (the noisy clusters of relatives waiting for a glimpse of a familiar face, soberly-suited executives and their liveried drivers waiting for this or that VIP, the travelers themselves wearing creased clothes and closed-off airport faces, all inviduality extinguished by anxiety and exhaustion) and they became unrecognizable, a pulsing, anarchic riot of noise and color and texture and life. Youji was a detective, an assassin and just how did people ever manage to find one another in this place?

Omi had told him nothing; he had been aware of it at the time, though at the time it hadn't really seemed important. Well why the fuck didn't it, Kudou? God, but he'd been an idiot - he accepted it, and moved on, because there'd been nothing he could do. He was in: end of story.

Seven twenty seven. This wasn't what he'd been planning on doing with his evening. Christ, he was hungry, but that should probably wait until Ken got back, just in case...

(And strange, how strange that after all these years apart Omi should just walk casually back into his life. Strange that, hours after Ken had been resurrected, Youji should find himself thinking in terms of buying him a meal and driving him home, and strange to realize he'd been out there all along. How very strange, and sad too, that the normal life they'd both worked so hard to regain should prove such a fragile thing. How easy it had been for it to break - to shatter far beyond repair.)

It was Karin's night off. She'd be disappointed that he wasn't about to spend it with. They'd tentatively made plans - a meal out, an evening in: nothing much, they'd just planned to be together -and here he was breaking them for a fractious fellow murderer. Well... Karin knew sometimes things came up. She knew what he did for a living (or she had done: how could he tell her he'd been offered another position?) the way he worked; there was no such thing as I'll be back by eight, honey when eight o'clock could find him, after hours of nothing, shadowing a stray child down a crowded city street and they all gravitated to Tokyo, these strays. Well... it wasn't like it'd be the first time he'd let her down, or like she'd never done it to him. They were both too old to change, too old and too tired.

Karin had known enough men to know a man's life, any man's life, wasn't that simple. Dreams got smashed, promises broken, just because there was no reason they shouldn't do. Sometimes things just came up...

Seven thirty.

He did some of his clearest thinking in cafes, over coffee and cigarettes. Sat in a too-bright, too-crowded cafe with some go-to-Hell fancy French name (damn near unpronounceable, too; imagine answering the phone at this place), Youji gazed idly across at a pair of elegantly clad, confidently chattering young women, sisters by the looks of them, perhaps waiting for a husband or a boyfriend to come home and all he could think about was the shadows, was Schwarz. Schuldich. What had he been doing there? What had Omi thought he was playing at? Either, murderers being murderers however you dressed it up, Omi was in no mood to make fine social distinctions, or he'd lost it. The kid was crazy if he thought a Schwarz would consent to be led, absolutely crazy...

... and now that he thought about it, Youji couldn't be sure that wasn't only entirely correct. Omi had to be crazy to want to reform Weiss. And he had to be crazy to come back too.

Seven forty six and what the everliving shit have I done?

Sequestered in the smoking area, an anxious eye on his watch, Youji took a long drag on his cigarette and, leaning against the wall, let his head fall back, sighing. He could have wished for a worse journey. Being trapped in traffic on an evening-crowded highway would have beat hanging round here, with nothing to do but think, and think, and wonder what the Hell he was doing here, what he'd just gone and done.

Seven fifty.

He'd sold his soul for a flight number.

Welcome home, Kenken.

Oct. 30th, 2006

Rainbow

hemmungslos

Farfarello's Apartment: Shortly Following the Alley (Outside the Hotel)

Cut for bad language (rated r) and severe mood swings.Collapse )
Crack!icon

hemmungslos

Tokyo: Outside the Small Hotel Bar

This here post hops itself on a train bound for naughtyville--but alas the train breaks down just short of reaching it. (Basically: citrus-type scenes are featured. Mildly graphic, be warned.)Collapse )

Oct. 29th, 2006

mea culpa

sevendials

Tokyo: A Quiet Hotel Bar

He was glad he'd gone with the light blue shirt after all.Collapse )

Oct. 30th, 2006

never too late

sonneillon_v

The night after Lunch with Omi

Cut for length, blood, gore, and language. Thus be warned, this segment is rated R!Collapse )

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