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what_we_dreamMeme fills from May 14
Series: Magic Kaito, Petshop of Horrors, Saiyuki, Sherlock
Pairings: D/Leon
Rating: G
1: Magic Kaito for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
askerian
Every year Student Council sets up tutoring classes when exams begin to loom, cramming them in between afternoon cleaning, club activities, homework and juku - no mean feat. Finding intelligent students willing to help underclassmen at the expense of their own study time isn't much easier, but the Student Council has an ace in the form of Nakamori Aoko, who no one refuses (or at least, not twice). The fact that she always manages to bring along the two highest-scoring second-years in the school is just a testament to her value as recruiter.
Kaito doesn't mind giving up his study time – he's never less than a month ahead in class work – or even some time from Kid's preparation work – he's well aware that it already risks overshadowing his life to a dangerous extent. What he does mind is having Hakuba as his tutoring partner.
Owing to the fact that the tutors are untrained, unmonitored and still students themselves, the Council requires them to work in pairs to make sure they provide clear and correct help. Unfortunately, in the case of Kaito and Hakuba, forcing them to partner just results in more pain on the part of their unlucky underclassman.
"So clearly," Hakuba is saying, tapping a chart with the tip of his pencil, "it is the job of the prosecution to ensure that the guilty are properly judged and convicted by the court."
"Unless they're innocent, in which case it is the job of the defence to prove it, while being hounded by the prosecution," intersects Kaito, circling the other bench with his own pencil. Hakuba's eye twitches.
"Except that, if a course makes it to court it has been proposed by the police detectives, who have been forced to gather a water-tight case. Whereas the defence don't have to have any proof at all of the defendant's innocence to make it to court."
"Sure, but all that means is that they have to have evidence supporting their theory. They don't have to have all the evidence, or even rule out the other suspects. They just have to have enough to nail the poor bas – guy." Kaito circles the seat of the defendant idly, without breaking eye contact with Hakuba. Hakuba leans forward, chair creaking.
"No detective would ever leave the strongest suspect alone to propose a weaker one be taken to court."
Kaito leans forward to meet him, until their foreheads are nearly touching. "So you're saying no detectives ever hold grudges, or persecute people unjustly?"
"You're saying that all defendants are innocent?"
"Until proven guilty? Damn straight."
Hakuba opens his mouth to reply. A hand falls on his shoulder and another on Kaito's, and the two of them are pulled apart. Aoko removes her hands to rest them on her hips.
"Yes, yes, very nice. You two would make a great debating team. But maybe you could focus instead on teaching Yamamoto-kun the basics of our judiciary system?"
Sitting hunched in his chair on the other side of the table, the tiny first year flushes and shrinks down even further.
Kaito and Hakuba sigh, and turn back to him. Aoko, eyes gleaming, continues on her rounds.
2. Petshop of Horrors forchomiji
D will fight to protect his charges, with his intellect first and foremost but with his teeth and nails if he has to. But when it comes to himself he is considerably more circumspect. And when it comes to the FBI, there is no need to make a decision at all. When Vesca Howell arrives in LA, D flees before him like an animal before a prairie fire, and he doesn't stop running when the detective falls dead.
D is off the continent in three days, and established in a new Shop in two weeks. It's nearly a month before he first catches a hint of Leon sniffing at his trail, slowly tracking him. D leaves that afternoon, but it's the start of a long chase. He has confidence, at least, in the fact that he is by far the better runner. Somehow, though, it doesn't please him.
The time between Leon's appearances lengthens like an evening shadow, from weeks to months. Running out of money, perhaps, or stamina, or simply interest. D crosses Europe to Asia, and finally finds himself in Tokyo. Under the surface it is nothing like Los Angeles, but this teeming city on the ocean reminds him superficially of California. He tells himself he stays here because it is perfectly suited to his needs, but at night when he smells the salt air and sits listening to the waves overshadowed by the honking of horns and rumble of engines he can close his eyes and almost he is back on the other side of the Pacific. Can almost imagine that Leon might join him at any minute.
D tells himself that it's enough, that it's more than enough, that it’s dangerously indulgent. And as the months lengthen into a year, he comes to know whether it’s enough or not it's all he will have.
It's eighteen months and three weeks to the day that he left LA that D looks up when the bell rings to see a tall blond figure cross the threshold of Favoured Things. For a second he truly believes his heart will stop right there in his chest, making him the murderer of his own species.
"You stopped running," says Leon. D drops the priceless tea cup in his hand to the floor where it smashes. He doesn't even look after it, not even when the hot tea soaks into the edges of his satin slippers.
"Leon," says D faintly. And then, no louder but more thoughtfully, "I suppose I did."
"Good. Wouldn't want to beat you at your own game." Lounging there against the doorframe, Leon might almost be back in LA, perfectly assured and at home. It’s enough to snap D out of it; he summons haughtiness to his aid and looks coolly across the room.
"Such confidence, detective."
Leon steps inside, door slipping quietly shut behind him, and although the self-assurance remains the careless detachment disappears to be replaced by a much more searching honesty. "Just Leon, D. I'm here for myself, no one else."
D takes in the stains on his coat and pants, and the shoes that are an inch away from falling apart. More than that, he sees the way Leon's clothes hang off of him, sees the hollows in his cheeks and the faint lines around his eyes. And he sees the way Leon stares at him, as thought not even a gun being held on him could tear his attention away.
"Then you may stay," D says, studiously ignoring the flash in Leon’s eyes and the answering leap his heart gives. If he doesn’t think about it, he can almost pretend it’s nothing more than a last reaction to the shock.
3. Supposed to be Sherlock forningen_demonai but ZE LINK, IT DOESN’T VOOOOORK. Can you link it again? Or of course give a different prompt if you prefer. :D
4. Saiyuki forfrauleinfrog
It's raining. Here, far inland from the ocean but still weeks from the mountains, it rains infrequently. But when the sky darkens the rain comes down all the harder, as if to make up for the rarity. It hammers down in white cords, until rivers flow in the streets and the windows rattle in their frames.
They drove into town on the wings of the storm half an hour ago, checking into the local inn just as the first drops painted dark drops on the street. Hakkai and Sanzo are in their room now, sitting grim and quiet on the hard beds. Out on the porch, Goku tries to work out the kinks that are the result of nine hours’ nearly continuous driving with mild workout. Gojyo, sitting on the railing, smokes a cigarette with a bottle in his hand, and watches the rain beating up tiny waves in puddles.
In a while they’ll go inside, sweaty and stinking of smoke and booze. Sanzo will yell at him and hit him with the fan and shove him into the bathroom, and Hakkai will give Gojyo a quiet look that will prompt Gojyo to give a vocal defence of the Rights of Man lasting several minutes. And maybe, just for a little while, they’ll forget about the rain washing into the gutters with a sound like choked tears.
5. Sherlock forquroiui
“Oldsfield,” says Sherlock immediately, staring at the man at the door rather than John. Behind him a large lorry is blocking the street, with the traffic queuing behind it already beginning to honk. “Out on bail, sufficient funds, connections, a frankly a bit of a crackpot.”
“Sherlock –” says John, reading the bill of lading which Sherlock handed him with uninterested irritation at the paperwork.
“Or maybe Mansbridge, Lestrade hasn’t picked him up again since he cautioned him last Tuesday. He has a brother in the fruit importing industry and is reputed to be quite the practical joker, although I have been led to believe that comedic humour had advanced past the bucket of whitewash some time ago, so perhaps that assessment is erroneous.”
“Sherlock, if you –”
“And then, of course, there’s our shadowy friend from the pool. Something more sinister in those bananas, perhaps? A truck allegedly carrying 30,000 pounds of them, definitely plenty of room for something a bit more … showy.” He trails off, savouring the word and staring hard at the driver, who stares back at him with an expression that says quite clearly he believes Sherlock is an escaped mental case. It’s a look John is very familiar with.
“Sherlock,” interrupts John, shoving the bill into his face, “if you would care to listen to me for a minute, you’ll notice that this is made out to 231 Baker’s Street. The grocer’s.”
“Ah.” Sherlock glances down at it, and then brightly back up at the truck driver. “Well, that was always an outside possibility.” He gives both of them a big smile, turns and re-enters the flat, neatly leaving John to deal with the mess.
Series: Magic Kaito, Petshop of Horrors, Saiyuki, Sherlock
Pairings: D/Leon
Rating: G
1: Magic Kaito for
askerianEvery year Student Council sets up tutoring classes when exams begin to loom, cramming them in between afternoon cleaning, club activities, homework and juku - no mean feat. Finding intelligent students willing to help underclassmen at the expense of their own study time isn't much easier, but the Student Council has an ace in the form of Nakamori Aoko, who no one refuses (or at least, not twice). The fact that she always manages to bring along the two highest-scoring second-years in the school is just a testament to her value as recruiter.
Kaito doesn't mind giving up his study time – he's never less than a month ahead in class work – or even some time from Kid's preparation work – he's well aware that it already risks overshadowing his life to a dangerous extent. What he does mind is having Hakuba as his tutoring partner.
Owing to the fact that the tutors are untrained, unmonitored and still students themselves, the Council requires them to work in pairs to make sure they provide clear and correct help. Unfortunately, in the case of Kaito and Hakuba, forcing them to partner just results in more pain on the part of their unlucky underclassman.
"So clearly," Hakuba is saying, tapping a chart with the tip of his pencil, "it is the job of the prosecution to ensure that the guilty are properly judged and convicted by the court."
"Unless they're innocent, in which case it is the job of the defence to prove it, while being hounded by the prosecution," intersects Kaito, circling the other bench with his own pencil. Hakuba's eye twitches.
"Except that, if a course makes it to court it has been proposed by the police detectives, who have been forced to gather a water-tight case. Whereas the defence don't have to have any proof at all of the defendant's innocence to make it to court."
"Sure, but all that means is that they have to have evidence supporting their theory. They don't have to have all the evidence, or even rule out the other suspects. They just have to have enough to nail the poor bas – guy." Kaito circles the seat of the defendant idly, without breaking eye contact with Hakuba. Hakuba leans forward, chair creaking.
"No detective would ever leave the strongest suspect alone to propose a weaker one be taken to court."
Kaito leans forward to meet him, until their foreheads are nearly touching. "So you're saying no detectives ever hold grudges, or persecute people unjustly?"
"You're saying that all defendants are innocent?"
"Until proven guilty? Damn straight."
Hakuba opens his mouth to reply. A hand falls on his shoulder and another on Kaito's, and the two of them are pulled apart. Aoko removes her hands to rest them on her hips.
"Yes, yes, very nice. You two would make a great debating team. But maybe you could focus instead on teaching Yamamoto-kun the basics of our judiciary system?"
Sitting hunched in his chair on the other side of the table, the tiny first year flushes and shrinks down even further.
Kaito and Hakuba sigh, and turn back to him. Aoko, eyes gleaming, continues on her rounds.
2. Petshop of Horrors for
chomijiD will fight to protect his charges, with his intellect first and foremost but with his teeth and nails if he has to. But when it comes to himself he is considerably more circumspect. And when it comes to the FBI, there is no need to make a decision at all. When Vesca Howell arrives in LA, D flees before him like an animal before a prairie fire, and he doesn't stop running when the detective falls dead.
D is off the continent in three days, and established in a new Shop in two weeks. It's nearly a month before he first catches a hint of Leon sniffing at his trail, slowly tracking him. D leaves that afternoon, but it's the start of a long chase. He has confidence, at least, in the fact that he is by far the better runner. Somehow, though, it doesn't please him.
The time between Leon's appearances lengthens like an evening shadow, from weeks to months. Running out of money, perhaps, or stamina, or simply interest. D crosses Europe to Asia, and finally finds himself in Tokyo. Under the surface it is nothing like Los Angeles, but this teeming city on the ocean reminds him superficially of California. He tells himself he stays here because it is perfectly suited to his needs, but at night when he smells the salt air and sits listening to the waves overshadowed by the honking of horns and rumble of engines he can close his eyes and almost he is back on the other side of the Pacific. Can almost imagine that Leon might join him at any minute.
D tells himself that it's enough, that it's more than enough, that it’s dangerously indulgent. And as the months lengthen into a year, he comes to know whether it’s enough or not it's all he will have.
It's eighteen months and three weeks to the day that he left LA that D looks up when the bell rings to see a tall blond figure cross the threshold of Favoured Things. For a second he truly believes his heart will stop right there in his chest, making him the murderer of his own species.
"You stopped running," says Leon. D drops the priceless tea cup in his hand to the floor where it smashes. He doesn't even look after it, not even when the hot tea soaks into the edges of his satin slippers.
"Leon," says D faintly. And then, no louder but more thoughtfully, "I suppose I did."
"Good. Wouldn't want to beat you at your own game." Lounging there against the doorframe, Leon might almost be back in LA, perfectly assured and at home. It’s enough to snap D out of it; he summons haughtiness to his aid and looks coolly across the room.
"Such confidence, detective."
Leon steps inside, door slipping quietly shut behind him, and although the self-assurance remains the careless detachment disappears to be replaced by a much more searching honesty. "Just Leon, D. I'm here for myself, no one else."
D takes in the stains on his coat and pants, and the shoes that are an inch away from falling apart. More than that, he sees the way Leon's clothes hang off of him, sees the hollows in his cheeks and the faint lines around his eyes. And he sees the way Leon stares at him, as thought not even a gun being held on him could tear his attention away.
"Then you may stay," D says, studiously ignoring the flash in Leon’s eyes and the answering leap his heart gives. If he doesn’t think about it, he can almost pretend it’s nothing more than a last reaction to the shock.
3. Supposed to be Sherlock for
ningen_demonai but ZE LINK, IT DOESN’T VOOOOORK. Can you link it again? Or of course give a different prompt if you prefer. :D4. Saiyuki for
frauleinfrogIt's raining. Here, far inland from the ocean but still weeks from the mountains, it rains infrequently. But when the sky darkens the rain comes down all the harder, as if to make up for the rarity. It hammers down in white cords, until rivers flow in the streets and the windows rattle in their frames.
They drove into town on the wings of the storm half an hour ago, checking into the local inn just as the first drops painted dark drops on the street. Hakkai and Sanzo are in their room now, sitting grim and quiet on the hard beds. Out on the porch, Goku tries to work out the kinks that are the result of nine hours’ nearly continuous driving with mild workout. Gojyo, sitting on the railing, smokes a cigarette with a bottle in his hand, and watches the rain beating up tiny waves in puddles.
In a while they’ll go inside, sweaty and stinking of smoke and booze. Sanzo will yell at him and hit him with the fan and shove him into the bathroom, and Hakkai will give Gojyo a quiet look that will prompt Gojyo to give a vocal defence of the Rights of Man lasting several minutes. And maybe, just for a little while, they’ll forget about the rain washing into the gutters with a sound like choked tears.
5. Sherlock for
quroiui“Oldsfield,” says Sherlock immediately, staring at the man at the door rather than John. Behind him a large lorry is blocking the street, with the traffic queuing behind it already beginning to honk. “Out on bail, sufficient funds, connections, a frankly a bit of a crackpot.”
“Sherlock –” says John, reading the bill of lading which Sherlock handed him with uninterested irritation at the paperwork.
“Or maybe Mansbridge, Lestrade hasn’t picked him up again since he cautioned him last Tuesday. He has a brother in the fruit importing industry and is reputed to be quite the practical joker, although I have been led to believe that comedic humour had advanced past the bucket of whitewash some time ago, so perhaps that assessment is erroneous.”
“Sherlock, if you –”
“And then, of course, there’s our shadowy friend from the pool. Something more sinister in those bananas, perhaps? A truck allegedly carrying 30,000 pounds of them, definitely plenty of room for something a bit more … showy.” He trails off, savouring the word and staring hard at the driver, who stares back at him with an expression that says quite clearly he believes Sherlock is an escaped mental case. It’s a look John is very familiar with.
“Sherlock,” interrupts John, shoving the bill into his face, “if you would care to listen to me for a minute, you’ll notice that this is made out to 231 Baker’s Street. The grocer’s.”
“Ah.” Sherlock glances down at it, and then brightly back up at the truck driver. “Well, that was always an outside possibility.” He gives both of them a big smile, turns and re-enters the flat, neatly leaving John to deal with the mess.
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Date: 2011-05-22 06:56 am (UTC)"So clearly," Hakuba is saying, tapping a chart with the tip of his pencil, "it is the job of the prosecution to ensure that the guilty are properly judged and convicted by the court."
"Unless they're innocent, in which case it is the job of the defence to prove it, while being hounded by the prosecution," intersects Kaito, circling the other bench with his own pencil. Hakuba's eye twitches.
... Dear God, it's like Edgeworth and Phoenix, only I don't ship them. XD
They should just give the kid the Gyakuten Saiban games and/or direct him to wikipedia, it'd be more helpful than the two sniping at each other. ♥
I don't even know what to say to that Petshop of Horrors fic other than "*____*b" and that's not even a word. WHATEVER, take my love! Take it!!
Bawww, Saiyuki boys. ;; I really probably should catch up on the manga, but I literally haven't been keeping up with manga for more than a month now. Prooobably too busy reading Sherlock fic. >>
... It took me way too freaking long to figure out that "Oldsfield" and "Mainsbridge" were names of PEOPLE and not PLACES. I was so confused on what those places had to do with what he was talking about, sob. And Sherlock, you dick. You better be glad that John likes you. XD
HEY HEY, WHAT DO YOU FEEL ABOUT EVENTUAL SHERLOCK X JOHN FIC ON THE KINKMEME? Cuz I want to rec you one if you haven't read it already. :DDDD
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Date: 2011-05-22 06:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-24 02:18 am (UTC)Love thieeeeeeeeeeef~
Saiyuki is on indefinite haitus, so you have time to catch up. But I definitely would!!! Man I love it so much. ;_;
Ahahaha, I guess I could have picked more apparent names. Except that I suck at naming.
Re: Sherlock fic: Sure! I'm not really in the fandom at all, but I read it from time to time. Have you read Sam the Storyteller (http://sam-storyteller.dreamwidth.org/)'s Sherlock fic? He's an excellent writer, I love his stuff.
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Date: 2011-05-24 02:41 am (UTC)Oh Saiyuki, it's a good thing you're pretty or we wouldn't put up with all of the hiatuses. :<
It's all good, I'm terrible with names too, both remembering and creating. Worst ever~
I'm usually only in fandom for the fanfics. Good thing there are quite a few good ones for Sherlock! XD The fic's called The Theory of Narrative Causality (http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/9100.html?thread=42033548) and. Well. The prompt was "Sherlock is a well-known fanartist whose online antics always land him on fandom_wank. John's a beloved BNF fanfiction author. They meet at a convention; geeky love ensues." and boy does the authornon deliver. :D
Oh jeez, his fics! I remember loooving them so damn much. Think the Alejandra one and the White Collar ones are the fics most people know about.
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Date: 2011-05-24 11:56 pm (UTC)In other news: Sure! I'm not really in the fandom at all, but I read it from time to time. O RLY? PERHAPS I MIGHT RECOMMEND A FEW STELLAR FICS TO YOU THEN.
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Date: 2011-05-25 01:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-25 04:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-22 09:11 pm (UTC)This bit was also pretty funny: Nakamori Aoko, who no one refuses (or at least, not twice)
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Date: 2011-05-24 02:19 am (UTC):D!
Date: 2011-05-22 11:56 pm (UTC)It's eighteen months and three weeks to the day [/that-->from when?] he left LA
and although the self-assurance remains[,] the careless
nearly continuous driving with [a] mild workout
Also, ;~; about mine. QQ, my friend, qq.
a[nd] frankly a bit of a crackpot
turns[,] and re-enters the flat
These were all awesome, btw! ♥