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This is the Shadow Hearts Kink Meme! What is a kink meme? A kink meme is a place where you can request a story or art, or fill another person's prompt! Although it's called a kink meme, prompts of any genre (action, comedy, romance, drama, etc.) are welcomed.
Rules:
•Post a story prompt about stuff that you want to see happen!
•No flaming.
•No forbidden sorcery.
•Don't worry about the judgement ring, post!
Here's a couple of cool links that you should check out:
- Check out a wonderful fan resource for gameplay tips, locations, media, and everything else Koudelka & Shadow Hearts related at http://judgement-ring.com!
- Nemeton Monastery, the Discussion Page. A place for chatting in general. Chew the fat about Shadows Hearts series, and non Shadow Hearts series alike! IRL topics are welcomed as well.
== Update == (9/8/17): Still alive! I've been gone for a while due to real life kicking where the sun don't shine, but I'm happy to announce that this kink meme is still active. Feel free to visit this little corner of the internet, and leave a story prompt if you like!
This is the Shadow Hearts Kink Meme! What is a kink meme? A kink meme is a place where you can request a story or art, or fill another person's prompt! Although it's called a kink meme, prompts of any genre (action, comedy, romance, drama, etc.) are welcomed.
Rules:
•Post a story prompt about stuff that you want to see happen!
•No flaming.
•No forbidden sorcery.
•Don't worry about the judgement ring, post!
Here's a couple of cool links that you should check out:
- Check out a wonderful fan resource for gameplay tips, locations, media, and everything else Koudelka & Shadow Hearts related at http://judgement-ring.com!
- Nemeton Monastery, the Discussion Page. A place for chatting in general. Chew the fat about Shadows Hearts series, and non Shadow Hearts series alike! IRL topics are welcomed as well.
== Update == (9/8/17): Still alive! I've been gone for a while due to real life kicking where the sun don't shine, but I'm happy to announce that this kink meme is still active. Feel free to visit this little corner of the internet, and leave a story prompt if you like!
Together in Shanghai
Date: 2014-03-10 07:23 pm (UTC)Re: Together in Shanghai
Date: 2014-03-11 06:13 pm (UTC)Re: Together in Shanghai
Date: 2014-09-05 07:05 pm (UTC)[ ~ Sea Sickness ~ ]
The waves had settled down after the exorcism of Li Li, an unruly spirit that had plotted to sink the small smuggler’s boat that Sergeant Kato was currently helming. Surely, Lieutenant Colonel Kawashima and he would have met their deaths had it not been for a certain group of unusual passengers. Though the Japanese army was currently monitoring that strange devil-man, Yuri Hyuga, Kato sensed Kawashima’s increasingly lax attitude towards recording any and all suspicious activity that the Harmonixer and his party may be engaged in.
She sat cross-legged on a wooden chest with a distant if not completely unreadable expression. Although hardened with untold experience, her face had naturally soft features. Yoshiko Kawashima, Kato decided at that moment as he peered at her from the corner of his eyes, was intensely ‘feminine’. Even though she walked, talked, and dressed in a mannish fashion, there was no denying that she was indeed a woman.
‘A startling beautiful one’, Kato mused but cut himself short, not allowing his mind to wander any father down that route. An underling should never think of his superiors in such a manner. ‘Juvenile,’ he made a note to punish himself later when all of this Shanghai business was over, ‘downright uncouth.’ But he just couldn’t stop trying to sneak a glance at her pale form. She commanded attention even when she hadn’t vocally demanded it.
Kawashima absently stroked her ankles, massaging the tension from them after one too many hours of standing on her feet. It was going to be a long night even though the ghost ordeal had passed. She sighed, a quiet exhale not unheard by the sergeant, and she began undoing the laces to her left shoe. Slipping it off, she then began to knead a slender foot with long delicate fingers. Her lips parted ever so slightly as she closed her dark eyes and worked out the knots.
Had anyone walked into the navigation room then and there, they would have certainly expressed worry over how red Kato’s face was. Why he was blushing was beyond Kato’s understanding at the time. A few years down the line, an older Kato, not a sergeant anymore but a special agent, would reflect on a particular fetish he’d developed that fateful evening.
[The End.]
[~by VileOfTanMoths]
Hubba hubba
Date: 2014-03-10 08:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-03-10 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-04 12:31 am (UTC)[ ~ Autumn Spins Right ~ ]
Ben Hyuga directed his son towards the flickering sky beyond the cliff. A memory took the place of the darkening horizon, a memory of a woman kneeling in a garden. Beside her was a boy donning a fox mask, busy tearing weeds out from around the year’s budding crop. Yuri squinted his eyes, fixated on the crucifix dangling from the woman’s neck. His gaze shifted upwards towards her face but was surprised to see she had none.
Tales of the past shuffled by like an overworked projector. One showcased a wife welcoming her husband from war. A clasping of hands, bodies folding into an unbreakable hug soon followed by a string of happy kisses. The next told a story of an unexpected birthday party. The husband stood in the door frame with a wrapped present hidden behind his back as his son jumped up and down with excitement while the wife was unsuccessfully trying to hold back laughter.
‘Your mother was so beautiful,’ Ben’s voice whispered in the Harmonixer’s head. ‘Strong willed and sharp as the finest blade. I’m surprised you have forgotten her though I suppose you were quite young when she-…’
“I didn’t forget her!” snapped Yuri, though his voice wasn’t as confident as he would have liked. “Just never been good with faces, is all. Anyway, what’s this got to do with anything?”
The young colonel tilted his head thoughtfully but didn’t respond. The set of photographic images shifted out of focus again to reveal a second woman. She had the same fiery hair and proud air about her but she appeared younger and more energetic. Yuri’s lower jaw rolled as he chewed the side of his mouth’s cheek.
“Mom again. But I don’t remember her like that.”
‘It is not your memory to be remembered. That was her before you were born.’ Ben propped himself up on one leg against the tree that stood rooted in the center of the field and crossed his arms. The Harmonixer raised an eyebrow at this action, very aware of how much his father looked like Yuri at that particular moment. ‘The first thing she ever uttered to me was your name.’
“The hell?” the temper that was always at risk of erupting from beneath the rude hero’s flesh was predictably beginning to boil. “That’s impossible.”
Yuri’s anger was muffled suddenly as his ears strained to listen to a voice beyond the gate. It wasn’t here or out in the cemetery. The feminine voice was calling his name from outside his mind, probably in an attempt to wake him up from this unusual dream, he decided. It was not Koudelka, who had haunted him for what felt like an eternity up until recently. So…Alice?
Ben smiled, a strange glint flashing deep within his eyes. ‘At the time I thought she had me confused for someone else. A dear friend perhaps. But she then quickly changed the subject. Went on about how gorgeous the region’s countryside was. ‘Like a fairy tale’, I believe was her exact choice of words. She spoke of it as a tourist would, really.’
“Oh. Yeah, I remember her talking about that. How I was named after her lover or something.”
A single leaf danced down from the tree’s canopy, landing on Ben’s shoulder. ‘Or something,’ echoed the colonel, lazily brushing off the token of autumn.
[ ~ With love from VileOfTanMoths. ]
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Date: 2014-09-06 12:04 am (UTC)Thank you so much for filling this! This story made me warm inside, and well as thankful to g-d that Yuri doesn't recognize faces very well. Awkward Ben is best Ben.
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Date: 2014-03-11 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-03-11 06:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-06 12:08 am (UTC)Roger Bacon: Secret Love Master
Date: 2014-03-14 04:32 am (UTC)a mini-fill with horrible puns
Date: 2014-07-10 04:41 am (UTC)________________________________
Yuri tried to back out of the room once he realized he had stumbled upon something that sober eyes should not witness, but the handle of the door only twisted in place no matter how hard. The distance between him and the oiled up Roger Bacon decreased.
"You know," Roger Bacon said, his footfalls sounding wet as the excess lubricating oil that he distributed all around his centuries-seasoned flesh dripped on to the floor. "I've read and translated the Kama Sutra into four different languages. I consider my research into it as..." Bacon slid up the red speedo back on to his ancient hips. "...one of my seminal works."
A scream (accompanied by a different voice's moan) resounded across the moor, joining the myriad other wails of pained souls that haunt the land around the Nemeton monastery's ruins.
Re: a mini-fill with horrible puns
Date: 2014-09-05 07:37 pm (UTC)Speaking of unique side-quests, completed the Man Festival a couple days ago. I couldn't tell how Joachim was feeling about the whole situation. He went through it nonetheless! A champion amongst champions.
-VileOfTanMoths
authornon
Date: 2014-09-06 12:23 am (UTC)Joachim's feelings during the sacred and manly Man Festival? Probably a combo of duty, holiness, enlightenment, followed by the need for a cold shower.
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Date: 2014-08-23 05:04 am (UTC)Prayers and Talismans
Date: 2014-09-07 03:18 pm (UTC)[~Prayers and Talismans~]
Sunlight glittered over the sea and bathed the village of Dalian in summer warmth. The humidity was terrible that afternoon but a soft breeze eased the long work day for the fishermen as they cast their nets out over and over again.
Touring China, although unexpected and certainly stressful, had become decidedly fun, thought Alice Elliot between bites of raw urchin. The lavish dinner set before her and her two traveling companions, Yuri Hyuga and Margarate Zelle, was composed of dishes she had not only never tried before but had not even ever heard of. The unruly demon-man sitting to her right was stuffing his face with grilled slab of snake, a meat that Alice would not have assumed to be edible had she not actually witnessed someone eating it.
Margarate didn’t seem as enthusiastic about the local cuisine for she was nervously poking at some sea cucumber with a pair of chopsticks that Yuri had flatly stated she wasn’t holding properly. Secretly glancing down at Yuri’s hand, Alice checked her own positioning of her fingers over the two utensils wobbling between them. ‘Still appears to be right…I guess? He hasn’t corrected me so it mustn’t be necessarily wrong..?’ Her hand twitched and one of the chopsticks fell from her grip and onto the table. She rushed to pick it up, praying that no one had noticed the blunder.
“I’ve had plenty of facials to know that this is no cucumber,’ muttered the American spy, jabbing it in the side, half-expecting the monstrosity to worm off the plate at any moment. Her eyes were wide with very small pupils and her glossy lips were pursed in such a way that suggested that it was not within her power to muster such far reaching courage to taste this…this thing that had been presented to her.
Yuri rolled his eyes, not even slightly tempted to reply to such a typical tourist comment.
:::::~S~H~A~D~O~W~*~H~E~A~R~T~S~:::::
“Oh, look at this cute block puzzle, Yuri!” chirped Alice, pointing at a wooden pyramid with an eye scribbled in black India ink at its center. She lightly tugged at Yuri’s coat, as she had done for the hundredth time as the pair strode down the beach. Dozens of merchants, some residents and others clearly traveling through, peddled fantastic handmade goods, almost all of which had practically charmed the young priestess half to death.
“Kinda scary if you ask me,” the Harmonixer gave a bored shrugged. Having been forced to globe trot most of his life thanks to a dreadful voice still haunting him, he’d grown somewhat jaded. “So, when’s the ghost supposed to show up? What was her name again?” Yuri wasn’t fond of spirits and was desperate to finish the exorcism or whatever Alice had planned for tonight.
“Li Li, I believe is what Sea Mother called her,” Alice waved a goodbye to the hunched over woman behind the toy stall. She didn’t notice that Yuri was purposely walking faster to try and subconsciously influence her to hurry up. Instead of heeding his silent plea, she cheerfully walked up to the next vendor.
Perhaps one would assume that Alice wasn’t at all nervous about the so-called curse that the evil specter had been casting upon Dalian’s citizen each night since that fateful storm blew across the ocean. Surely this woman donning blue and white was a powerful nun with the power to summon God himself should she will it. On the contrary, the dainty girl who carried her own curse, one called the ‘Demon Eyes’ by some, was painfully aware of what tonight may entail in terms of potential horror. However, after the emotional abuse that the past few months had wreaked on Alice’s mind, she figured she owed herself a few hours of not having to dread any and all shadows that touched her own.
A middle-aged man dressed in orange robes greeted her in broken English, to which Alice bowed and smiled in reply. A Buddhist monk, mused Alice with excitement. Perhaps he too is here to lend aid to Dalian. The monk’s purchasable items included crystal prayer beads, bare wooden plaques to inscribe custom blessings upon, and devil-warding talismans. A small clockwork cat, dressed in a similar manner to the monk, sat at the corner of the crate that the items were laid out on, beckoning customers to purchase the goodies.
“For temple!,” explained the monk making a wide gesture with both arms, “Need new, ah, face?” He thought for a bit then shook his head, “Wall! New wall! It broken by bad dog. Demon dog! Dog stand upside down on human hand! It call itself, ah, um, ‘Mailman’! Not Chinese demon. Fell out of strange black hole! It gone now because of Tao. Temple safe! Help temple and wall? Yes?”
“Tao?” sighed Yuri, who had reluctantly returned back to his stationed position behind the girl who was really starting to try his patience. “That’s Zhuzhen’s shtick, right?”
Alice nodded but wasn’t paying much attention to either man. Her heart was fluttering for one of the elaborately painted talismans. It had a dragon lovingly drawn in blue ink boxed in with a brilliant gold border. The monk, also a seasoned salesman, instantly noticed her brightening eyes, and clapped enthusiastically. “Good choice! Blue Dragon very lucky in Dalian!” He gave her a quote for the piece of paper and Alice looked up at Yuri with hopeful expectation. Yuri let out another sigh, something he’d been doing quite a bit of lately, and fumbled around his coat pocket before pulling out a couple of bronze coins. “Many thanks! Blessings from temple! Good is repaid to good in three!”
The monk bowed and pointed at the long strand of purple beads wrapped around his one hand. He began counting each bead in his native tongue, reciting a prayer requesting surrounding friendly spirits to protect his dear customer during these strange times.
:::::~S~H~A~D~O~W~*~H~E~A~R~T~S~:::::
That night after Li Li struck Alice Elliot down with her dark wrath, a talisman tucked away in Alice’s blouse burst into azure flames, protecting her from an instant death. Although she remained ill throughout much of the night, the spirit of the weakened Blue Dragon would continue to try and protect her, eventually alongside the other three saint beasts awed by her resolve.
[The End.]
[~With love from VileOfTanMoths]
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Date: 2014-08-23 05:11 am (UTC)An Unrecorded Red
Date: 2014-09-07 12:26 am (UTC)~ An Unrecorded Red ~
Cold wind clawed through the cracks of Bistritz’s infamous Blue Castle and swirled past the vampire, blowing his blond hair forward across his broad shoulders. Believing in the virtues of making all guests feel welcome no matter who or what they were, Keith Valentine politely replied to the breeze with a soft exhale of breath. A banquet of sorts was about to begin and Keith fancied the wind to be his equally invisible companion, excitedly pulling him by the arm towards the terrible sealed door erected a mere yard away.
Tonight was an evening most special. Had Keith been one to implement calendars or a similar device only time-obsessed mortals would busy themselves with, this evening’s date would have been enthusiastically circled with red ink. Blood red, the most beautiful of reds, of course, though the vampire hoped it was not his own blood that coated the nib.
He swore he could hear the drum of the demon’s heart through the thick stone; he certainly could smell the malice worming its way under the door sill. Who this demon was or why it had chosen to nest within the highest level of Blue Castle was anyone’s guess but it had rudely awakened not just Keith, but his poor siblings as well. Bats need their beauty sleep and anyone who stands before beauty must be dealt with accordingly!
At the moment his gloved hand touched the door, his form materialized, though Keith had the feeling this was the one event in his long life that he really should remain hidden for. Well, if he was to soon die, he certainly couldn’t complain, though it would have been nice to venture outside of the castle walls and experience the world a bit more. Ah, well. It had been his choice to sleep away the years, bored but comfortable within his coffin. With a muted chant of an ancient hymn, the seal’s aura faded. Keith’s noble posture gave out slightly but he shook off the fatigue induced by the powerful magic. There was plenty of time for sleep after the job had been finished.
With a grunt, the vampire pushed the massive door open and after taking a moment to gather courage, Keith walked into the starlit chamber. There was a hole in the ceiling; no doubt the crash site of the guest now sprawled out on the dusty floor. The intruder was not as Keith had imagined and for a short moment, Keith had been grateful for the surprise. Any relief Keith had enjoyed was snuffed out when the stranger lifted its head.
‘What a terrible grin not fit for even a villain. However, surely it is...human?’ thought the vampire, not daring to meet the creature’s gaze. ‘No… a wolf in sheep’s clothing. This is indeed the terrible beast that breeds unrest amongst the clan.’ The warped smile widened, lips parting ever so slightly. And then the man, if it was honestly as such, disappeared.
Keith whirled on his heels, unsheathing the blade at his side with neck breaking speed, and held it steadfast underneath the other man’s chin. Any real human would have flinched but not this fake. The gaze was met; fate was too cruel. Its eyes were red, so fantastically red. Had they belonged to anyone else, Keith feared he might drop to one knee and belt out a proposal right then and there. A perfect red, a godly red.
‘…cute… and skilled…’ came a gruff and strangely tired voice, ‘…I… like that.’ It raised a hand to meet the sword, curling its fingers over the sharpened edge. Time must have stopped around them when that unforgettable drop of blood trickled down from the middle of the weapon, pooled at the hilt, and encouraged by the wind, slipped further down to finally soak directly into Keith’s glove.
The vampire knew he was out of the demon’s league even before the other man ripped the blade from Keith’s grasp and flung it to the ground with a painful clank. Not even the stars could keep up with its movements as it grabbed the vampire around the collar and forced him into a deep kiss.
Mortality. Yes, that’s what it was then and there. Trapped in the arms of a devil, the vampire had not been certain if he was truly a vampire at all. Maybe they were both fakes. Mere shadows donning masks haphazardly painted red.
The rude guest had not once closed its eyes during that forbidden embrace but they suddenly squeezed shut as the demon wreathed in pain corrupted by pleasure. Keith’s fangs had sunk into the other man’s tongue and the taste of malice filled both of their mouths.
The vampire took advantage of the paralyzed state, shoving the youth into the nearest wall. After swiping the sword up and bolting towards the door, Keith Valentine gave a quick bow. “Seems there’s too much alcohol in your blood, dear boy. Too much darkness is bad for the kidneys. You just make like a bat and hang around here until I find someone with enough light to brighten both our futures. How’s that sound?”
But the gentleman treatment ended there for the vampire flickered into nothingness as he ran down the seemingly endless staircase, barely catching the devil’s parting words.
“You… got it… wrong. There’s… too much blood in my alcohol.”
~by VileOfTanMoths ((Hope you don't mind if I crosspost this to my fanfiction.net account!))
OP
Date: 2014-09-07 12:27 am (UTC)I also loled at that final sentence.
Re: OP
Date: 2014-09-07 12:28 am (UTC)-VileOfTanMoths
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Date: 2014-08-23 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-28 05:42 am (UTC)Various characters along the way laugh at his expense.
If Only for a Friend
Date: 2014-09-05 12:16 pm (UTC)[ ~ If Only for a Friend ~ ]
A roach skittered across the floor, engaged in an Olympic obstacle course made up of moldy food, liquor containers, torn up lottery tickets, and dirty clothes. The insect’s family cheered it on from a comfortable bleacher constructed from what some might view to be nothing more than a worn out boot.
Yuri Hyuga slinked his arms over the sage’s frail shoulders and down his torso. “Come on, old man. Neither of us has time to spare. World’s going to end, like, next week. No way am I dying a virgin!”
The famous Tao master Zhuzhen Li was regretting having ever walked into this hellhole. He’d just meant to check up on his traveling companion to see how he was fairing in this time of crisis; the young man had seemed so quiet after the sinister magician Albert Simon had raised an unholy Float from the ocean and into the heavens. But now, well, Zhuzhen couldn’t find the words to describe Yuri right now. Quiet would have been preferable to…this. “Blast it all, we both know you’re not innocent. Alice can certainly testify to that! Oh, that’s right! Margaret would fit snuggly on the jury bench too! Need I remind you of a certain ‘party of three’ I had the most unfortunate of luck to walk in on back at the hotel in Rouen?”
“Man, was I talking about pussy? No. I mean, you know, what I meant was that I ain’t gonna die a virgin… back ‘there’,” the Harmonixer buried his face in Zhuzhen’s neck, muffling a drunken fit of laughter.
“Crass, boy. Always so damn crass.”
“Can’t spell crass without ass,” Yuri exclaimed, reaching for a disappointedly empty bottle, “that’s what I’ve been talking about this whole time! So, we gonna do this or what?”
“Do what? There’s nothing to be done! Now unhand me before I bite off your fingers, one by one!” Zhuzhen peeled Yuri off from his body, and quickly shuffled over to the other side of the room. He straightened his tunic with exaggerated movement, vaguely aware of being watched.
“Do ‘it’,” came the husky reply. Zhuzhen stared at the young man as if he were poisonous. The Harmonixer folded over the twin-sized bed, wiggling his backside just slightly, but very noticeably. Tempted to grab the long trench coat lazily slung over a chair and throw it over the so-called son of honorable Ben Hyuga, Zhuzhen instead chose to silently chant a calming mantra. Unfortunately, his concentration was weak this evening.
“What? You really don’t want to?” mumbled Yuri without turning around. “Or is it that you can’t?”
“Sorry, would you like to repeat that second part?”
“Shit, can’t get it up and you’re going deaf? Is this what I have to look forward to if we survive the apocalypse and I manage to make it to even half your age? Screw that. Maybe dying young would be a blessing.”
“Is that so? Fancy dying tonight then? I got a one-way ticket straight to hell with your name on it.”
“You gonna grant me a ‘little death’, Master Zhuzhen?” a flash of tongue dragged over sharp teeth. The Taoist’s brow twitched but he only managed to shoo his hand at the Harmonixer in response.
After a moment that seemed to slosh well into the next decade, Yuri rolled over and propped himself up on an elbow. “There’s stuff to fix problems like that. Herbs or whatever. Can easily find some at convenience stores. No shame, no judgment. Ha… judgment. Judgment Ring. Maybe I could run out and get a couple hits for ya at discount with this new Sun Card!” The man roughly dug into the pockets of his unbuckled pants and then pulled out a rectangular object that glimmered in the dimly lit room. “Ta-da!”
“Don’t you dare ‘ta-da’ in my presence. Get out, get out, get out!” The sage’s arm snapped outward like an angry snake, pointing at the door. He’d forgotten that this wasn’t his room but Yuri didn’t seem to notice. It was an easy to forget detail after so many months of bunking together at the same hotels throughout their travels.
“Sheesh! You’re just rearin’ to get started! Hold that thought! Be back in a jiffy!”
“Yuri, I wasn’t-…!” but the Harmonixer had flown out of the room like a rogue gust before the sage could finish. “Blast! That idiot’s far worse than any alien god that might soon be landing!”
Zhuzhen Li gave a quick glance at the floor littered with cheap booze and, praise the ancestors, a discarded pipe. He bent down to check if the pipe had any hint of tobacco left but his luck proved to be growing worse by the passing hour.
~*~ SHADOW ~*~ HEARTS ~*~
Outside of the inn, Yuri waddled down the streets of London. He groggily made a mental checklist of everything he needed to purchase to keep the night alive. “Liquor, smokes, happy pills, an orphaned rat-… g’day, Halley.”
“Christ, really, Yuri? Four days until we’re all blown to smithereens and you’re wasting time being-…”
“Wasted! That’s right. Care to join me? If not, piss off. I’m on a mission.”
“Classy. Asking a fresh lad half your age to get smashed. Tell me, should I call the coppers now or after we party?” Halley Bracket habitually tilted his cap forward. The lamplight above cast shadows around the boy’s pale face, giving him a somewhat suspicious appearance. All London Rats were suspicious to begin with though, especially their leader.
“Feh! Could you imagine? The one person who can save this planet gets locked up in the slammer right before the big show. ‘London Bridge fallin’ down’ is right! Ha ha…ha. Eh… now I’m depressed again. Make yourself useful and tell me where the nearest big kid store is. It’s down that way, right?” in typical Rude Hero fashion, Yuri didn’t give Halley the chance to reply as he strode off.
The child galloped after him, more adeptly dodging annoyed civilians than the intoxicated Harmonixer ever could, even sober. The city pulsed with energy, completely ignorant that its future was in the hands of someone currently having trouble even standing up. “You know, you really could use a shirt right about now. Your fly’s down too.”
~*~ SHADOW ~*~ HEARTS ~*~
The Psychic wrinkled his nose at a vagabond who was walking much too close to him in the narrow aisle. Loudly flapping the newspaper in his hands in hopes of wordlessly telling the sketchy bloke off, Halley shifted his attention to Yuri who was smugly demonstrating his Judgment Ring prowess to a pretty clerk. “She’s just barely older than I am, you freak,” he muttered under his breath, flipping over a page.
“You think 20% off is impressive? Watch me hit 30%! Uh, throw in another case of beer… ya, I’ll buy some more schnapps as well. With these savings, I’d be a fool not to! Ha ha!”
With a sigh, Halley folded the newspaper and tossed it back on the rack. He jabbed his thumbs down his pockets and begrudgingly strode up behind the Harmonixer. The clerk clapped her hands in congratulations, as the Wheel of Fate continually bent to Yuri’s will. Even Halley had to admit that the gambler was impressive. As the bizarre courtship between Yuri and the clerk continued, the bored Halley half-heartedly fingered at a bag on the counter that had already been paid for. His eyebrows knitted together, unsure of what one of the items inside was. The son of Koudelka pulled the bag closer while Yuri slurred on about how anyone could master the Judgment Ring with a little schooling, even a cute little girl such as the clerk.
The dame giggled as she began wrapping up the rest of the rest of the rogue’s spoils, not once taking her gaze off the exquisite torso on full display before her. Halley was doing the exact opposite, silent while busy unwrapping the green velvet pouch he’d unearthed. “This tobacco or something?” he said with doubt, sniffing it. “Doesn’t smell like it. Some kind of spice?”
Yuri tried ignoring the boy but after a couple of pokes in the ribs, he gave in. “You’ll understand when you’re older,” Yuri wrestled the pouch from the child’s surprisingly firm grip. The annoyance in his voice was visible in the vein that had popped up on Yuri’s forehead.
“Understand what? Is it drugs? Doesn’t reek like hash does.”
“How the hell does a pipsqueak like you know how hash smells? Whatever, don’t answer that. It ain’t that kind of drug anyway.”
“Sooo, it must be some sort of sex thing?”
“Damn it, smartass, if you already knew then why are you being such a pest?”
“It happens to everyone eventually, mister!” chirped the clerk helpfully.
“Nothing to be ashamed of. My Gran’mum buys it all the time when Gran’da returns from military leave!”
A dark energy cut through the atmosphere. The Psychic glanced around, expecting a demon to materialize but when it didn’t, he blinked in Yuri’s direction.
“You thought this was for… it isn’t for me,” said Yuri in an uncharacteristically monotone voice. He leaned forward in such a dangerous way that the clerk had to backup to keep their noses from touching. “I. Am. Only. Twenty-Four. I do NOT need this stuff.”
“But sir-…”
“I said it wasn’t for me! I’m buyin’ it for-…” Yuri stopped short, all too aware of the juvenile delinquent staring up at him with wide eyes, “…a friend.”
Halley’s lips, usually stuck in a semi-permanent scowl when in such rotten company, began to slowly curl upward. “A friend?”
“A friend!” Yuri gathered the shopping bags in a single swoop up into in his arms.
“I didn’t mean anything by it, sir,” called out the clerk to the customer who had already stormed out of the building. “Many women appreciate a grizzled man! Honest!”
“A single grey hair constitutes as ‘grizzled’ these days? Lady, do you have any idea how much stress I’ve been under this week? This entire freakin’ year? Shit! Maybe London really should fall!” came a scream from all the way across the pavement.
Halley chomped down on his lower lip to prevent any sound from escaping, not bothering to chase after Yuri Hyuga, self-proclaimed savior of planet Earth. ‘Oh, Margaret’s going to enjoy this little tale. She’s going to enjoy it so much.’
[ The End. ]
[ ~by VileOfTanMoths ]
Re: If Only for a Friend
Date: 2014-09-05 12:41 pm (UTC)-VileOfTanMoths
Re: If Only for a Friend
Date: 2014-09-08 07:01 am (UTC)More Than Capable
Date: 2014-09-06 06:29 pm (UTC)Re: More Than Capable
Date: 2014-09-07 06:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-07 09:07 pm (UTC)My prompt is somewhat inspired by the earlier post (and good story!) above regarding a member of the Valentine family, Joachim can't help but notice that his companion, Yuri, has a rather fine physique. He's flustered by his thoughts, and keeps on trying to rationalize them in a way that his chaste superheroic heart won't succumb to lust and temptation!
Whether or not Yuri catches up to the fact (or reciprocates) that Joachim has a minor panic attack every time he sees the Harmonixer.
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Date: 2014-09-08 07:11 am (UTC)Margarete decides to get frisky (could be sexy, could be gen hijinks) with the person on the other end of her radio as the captive audience.