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[Fic] Naruto: Three; [Fic] YGO: Almost
For the love of friggin' God. Stupid Mother Nature keeps knocking out the power and internet. jpwoakdjfls;d this is the sixth time. :(
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Three Misc. Naruto One-shots. My writing is shittier than ever, but I felt like playing around. Sakura/Naruto, Jiraiya/Sakura-- hail crack trains! Omfg I think I wrote Tsunade/Man Bitch!Iruka.
And YGO. Good God I haven't been inspired touch ANYthing in that series for a while. :(
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o1. He Said She Said (Medical AU) Naruto
Tsuande + Iruka
Chief Resident Tsunade turned from the window to glower at Iruka while her two top, supposed genius cardiothurasic surgeons Uzamaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke... were duking it on the parking lot over who got the front space in winter.
Her scowl deepened. "Put Naruto through med school you said. He'll grow more passive and intellectual you said, he'll mature you said--"
"Oh shut up," Iruka said.
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o2 Bebop (Sakura-the-Bounty-Hunter lawls) Naruto
Sakura + Jiraiya
They both looked at her gun...
Which jammed. God damn Naruto to screw up loading her only ammo left.
“Maybe I can make you a deal,” she suggested to the outlaw.
Jiraiya looked her over, tilting his head and scratching his chin thoughtfully as he glanced at the cuffs on her hip. “Does this involve you getting naked?”
She should have been a school teacher. This had long day written all over it.
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o3 Why'd You Have To Be So Cute? (canon/au/what) Naruto
Naruto/Sakura
They were under a weeping willow watching scattered fireflies, children running barefoot with bright sparkle wands, and the flashes of lights showeing the immense sky. It's the village's holiday and the fireworks are exploding above their heads and shimmering over the river.
After they've uncovered their ears, grinning from the grand finale while civilians around them packed their blankets and moved about, she began suddenly, “Naruto?”
He threw his obnoxiously orange blanket over his shoulder and grinned at her. “Yeah?”
"I..."
She looked at him, his warm blue eyes, his lips chapped from chewing in anxiety, and his crooked (stupid) smile. His hair was sticking up in some unfashionable way as always, and she suppressed the urge to smooth the day-tangles out
It occurred to her no matter how deep she tried to look under his skin, she has never seen him as anything but Naruto.
She felt him stiffen under her scrutiny, and then without reason she reached to entwine his hand with hers, brushing her thumb over his wrist.
It was a sweet, loving gesture, asking nothing, but unmistakably intimate and unforgettable and she swallowed. Her heart constricted as she suddenly reduced to the insecure little girl she knew she still was.
She's not sure if his pulse beneath her stopped, or shot so fast there ceased to be increments. He stared at her, flustered, frozen, and she can't even hear breathing. For a moment she fears his brain might have gone into shut down and he'd get even dumber. But then he smiled. He tilted his head towards hers and held her hand tighter. She heard him breathe, without thinking, "Finally."
She punched him into the river, yelling at him while he sputtered apologies, and yet, not really meaning it.
The crowds around nervously bestowed them a rather large berth.
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She represented a challenge of which he would never tire.
-- Maxim Chattam
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o4 Almost (canon) Yugioh
Yuugi/Atem
Yuugi wishes for one moment that the other could lose control and just cry, dammit. Feel something -- look like someone buried in this. Because he’s leaving them all, he's dying -- doesn’t that mean anything?
But the Pharaoh is quiet. His heart is a secret box like it had always been to everyone else but never to him, and now it is, and Yuugi is so thrown by that he just doesn't want to be here anymore.
...they're saying the best I can do for you is kill you.
The thought comes quick and succinct. /There's no use avoiding it./
Yuugi swallows. It's like he's feeling, hearing, breathing with a whole new person.
But Yuugi can feel in his heart and knows without checking on the occupied body, fists are tight at their sides, shaking. No, instead this is someone he has always known and never met, all at the same time.
/I already said,/ this tries to be pacifying, but fails miserably, /I'm... sick of being this person./
Yuugi feels frustrated, disappointed, ...and relieved. I thought so. You want to die. So I must kill you. At least it's me. At least we finally know.
The next thought feels so different were he were solid Yuugi would raise an eyebrow; the emotions breaking through the prideful wall weigh heavy, guilty, caved. /Partner -- /
He wants to remind him his name is Yuugi.
Stop, he thinks. He starts to pull to the back of the mind again. You're right. And if we're going to do this right we should just stay apart until we draw swords --
/Wait, Partner./
There's a pause, and then there's almost something like a ghost of the spirit he used to know, the one that wasn't a king but his friend and a boy.
/Please./
....
Carefully, deliberately, Yuugi turns.
The message doesn't even falter, but it's too quick to be casual: /I wonder if you could just pretend for a while; if we could pretend./
Yuugi meets his eyes.
/Until dawn. Until I'm gone./
There's a beat where they look like they're almost going to speak, where the future almost gleams forever, where Yuugi almost thinks Anzu's eyes never burned quite like that into his, but he says nothing, and and then Atem looks away.
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The same night, whitening the same trees.
We of that time are no longer the same.
-- Pablo Neruda
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CREDIT
There's no use in avoiding it.
Stop.
And I wonder if you could just pretend for a while, if we could pretend to love each other. Until I'm gone.
Silence.
Everything is Illuminated;; Jonathon Foer
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Interesting site I found on the whole Atem/Atemu argument that never endsssss.
It's like the Tootsie Roll: the world will never know.
a;sdfjs son of an edit...
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