Autumn of the Year
The Autumn of the Year
A Slayers One-Shot
By AmberPalette (Amber C.S.)
((Disclaimer: Xelloss, Filia, Rezo, Zelgadiss, Amelia, and all other characters of the Slayers franchise are © Hajime Kanzaka, Rui Araizumi, Software Sculptors, J.C. Staff, and Funimation. I haven't written a fanfiction for these two in over two years. My free time is now far more limited, and multiple-chaptered fanfictions are difficult for me to find the time to complete. So I hope this simple one-shot will suffice to re-establish my fandom devotion to a beloved old OTP. Timeframe is just before the finale of Slayers Evolution-R, and just after. Enjoy the psychological portraits. Pairings are ZA and XF. ))
Her hand was cold and moist; perhaps it was because of the damp air in Taforashia Palace's herbal closet, or perhaps it was because of the miserly time under which they healed a thousand human beings whom he had subjected to his reckless selfishness,
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"So that's about the state of things," Lina concluded, addressing her ragtag group of friends from the room of an inn one summer's morning. Zelgadis, Amelia, Gourry, and Filia had sat around the small table in the room and listened patiently to what she had to say. Well, Zelgadis, Amelia and Filia had listened patiently; Gourry had squinted at the wall until the weird stain on it looked like a bunny. "From what I heard the rumors of the book's existence seem pretty solid, but we can't be sure until we check it out ourselves."
"But you really ought to be wary of the information with a source like that," Filia said doubtfully.
"I've said it before and I'll say it again: bandits know their treasure," Lina defended. "Loot locating is basically their entire job. I think it's at least worth looking into, especially since it's so close by."
"A new way to fight monsters," Amelia repeated vaguely. "If the book really contains something like that, how could we not look
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Theory and Practice
It was past midnight and Filia couldn't sleep. She'd love to have blamed this on the poor ventilation of the inn, the discomfort of the bed, or the glaring light of the full moon assaulting her closed eyes through the window. But the simple facts were: the air was a lovely warm temperature with a light, comfortable breeze; the bed was perfectly satisfactory; and there was only a half-moon in a slightly overcast sky, providing enough light so that if she got up she wouldn't stub her toe, but not so much as to bother her eyes.
No, as much as she hated to admit it to herself, her current insomnia had nothing to do with her surroundings and everything to do with Xellos.
She tried not to think about it. She tried not to think about the things they said and did. She tried not to think about how it felt or what it meant. But she'd been kissed by the most evil, loathsome creature ever to walk the planet and hadn't ha
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The sun went away as Filia put yet another daisy in her basket. She looked up to see what was casting the shadow over her, but knew deep down who it would be.
"What are you doing here?" she asked numbly.
Xellos ignored her question, seemingly too absorbed in the process of taking in his surroundings. "We can't be on holy ground," he said, nodding at the structure in the distance. "So is this an evil garden?"
Filia stood up so that he couldn't look down on her any more than he usually did. She clutched her basket of flowers to her side and answered harshly: "Not evil, just not holy."
"I thought they were one in the same to you dragons," Xellos responded smoothly. He looked into the distance once again. "Speaking of "
Filia wilted visibly. The freshly picked stems looked livelier than she did.
"I think the real question is: what are you doing here?" Xellos asked, gesturing with his staff to the temple over the hill.
Filia toyed with the petal of a yellow
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Her parents had passed away long ago; even her adoptive home at the temple of the Fire Dragon King was gone, along with those she'd lived alongside for years. So Filia could be nothing but thankful from the bottom of her heart to even have a family now. It was a family that admittedly must've looked strange from the outside. None of them had a drop of blood in common. Heck, they didn't even have race in common. But here they were a blended family.
And it was all because of Val. He was what had drawn them together and he was what they all orbited around now. The tottering child with the unfortunate haircut passing his mornings at the local preschool had no idea what he had brought her; what he had brought them all. Hopefully, someday he would.
There had been many moments in their time together in which that fact had been brought home to her: when she first took Val's egg home; when Jillas, standing on Gravos's shoulders, had hung the shop sign up for t
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Wolves and Their Prey.
Really, there is no such sustainable unit as a lone wolf. Oh, lone wolves exist; pushed out by the higher ups in their packs for various crimes against the pack. But a lone wolf is only one step away from death. A wolf by itself will not howl to the lonely moon unless it wants to risk being torn to pieces by either its old pack or a neighboring pack. Wolves have a complicated hierarchy that extends far beyond the alpha pair. Wolves hunt in groups. A wolf by itself cannot scrape by for long in this cold, cruel world. A lone wolf is not romantic.
The wolf with the keen eyes and the sleek coat creeping through the underbrush was not a lone wolf. He was from a proud pack that dominated the western edge of the forest. It was one of the biggest packs in the area, though this didn't say much because many packs in the area had been reduced to as little as four adults, which wasn't even much of a pack anymore. It was those damn farms that had crop
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Xellos sat on the light brown sofa (with coral pink decorative pillows at either end) in the middle of Filia's living room and watched her flurry of activity with an expression buffeting between amusement, puzzlement, and slight annoyance. She was currently grunting as she heaved a hutch with pears painted on the side of it from one wall to the opposite wall and doing her best to ignore him all the while.
He sipped his tea in mild irritation. He'd had to get it himself too. Filia had never been a very good hostess. Informing her of that had done nothing to improve her manners. Apparently she was much more content to move display cabinets from one perfectly reasonable position to another than she was to pay the slightest bit of attention to her guest.
Filia wiped the sweat from her brow as she brought the hutch to a rest. Then she abruptly turned to face Xellos with a determined glare and her hands on her hips.
"Move," was all she said.
He looked upward as
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The county fair should've been the highlight of Filia's summer. It brought new and exciting sights from throughout the area, rewarding business opportunities at the crafts section of the fair, and plenty of time to spend with Val. Normally, she'd have looked forward to it, but all she could feel as she passed out tickets from under the awning that was the only thing standing between her and the heat of the sun was dread. And it was all Xellos's fault.
Sure, Xellos had a history of showing up to ruin her life on a regular basis, but the county fair was something else entirely. Maybe it was just because the county fair should have been fun, maybe it was because there was an audience to her humiliation, but his antics at the county fair always struck her as particularly horrible.
Let's see he had always one-upped her in any contest or game she tried. There had been the high striker game, the ring toss, the gold-fish catching game, the arm wrestling comp
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It was the first house call of young Reverend Verily Rinderpest's career and he was terrified of screwing it up. He'd initially joined the clergy because he wanted a career in which he could avoid hard work and danger and stay indoors. His dull manner of speaking and social ineptitude made him useless on the pulpit and more trouble than he was worth in missionary work. So they'd transferred him to one of the temple's darker divisions. The dark division, in fact. The one where holy water was your tea and you cut your teeth on silver bullets.
And now he was standing in the threshold of the home of Miss Filia Ul Copt. Everyone in Achaea knew her. She was the dragon girl who ran that lovely shop on the main street. As far as Verily understood it, dragons were the servants of the gods. But selling instruments meant for bashing other people's heads open hardly seemed holy to him. Although the vases were quite nice.
Verily clutched his scriptures to his chest as he loo
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Filia had known that life wouldn't always be easy for a dragon living among humans. Hadn't she encountered places in her journeys where dragons were feared or completely forbidden? And even most otherwise kind and fair humans could have a tendency to be a little nervous around a creature that could breathe lasers and level buildings.
Thankfully, the thriving family community of Achaea had welcomed her with open arms. She had been treated with only the greatest courtesy since she arrived there with Jillas, Gravos, and Val in his little egg to set up shop. She had plenty of business and was surprised to find herself becoming a pillar of the community.
And that was the thing really. Because even though no one in Achaea thought ill of her for being a dragon, it did mean that she was well, someone 'not quite like us'. The people of Achaea didn't consider this a bad thing, in fact there were times when hard up villagers needed people 'not quite like us'.
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It's a bit hard to juggle the responsibilities of being a princess with life on the road. But Amelia was managing. The only way she'd been able to talk her father into letting her join in with Miss Lina, Mister Gourry, Mister Zelgadis, Miss Filia and Mister Xellos during the busy legislative session was to keep in contact. She'd send a carrier pigeon out with the addresses of every place they intended to stay at and for how long, updating with new information as she went along. This allowed her to still send and receive mail. In this way she was allowed to keep adventuring while signing treaties, corresponding with law-makers, and casting votes. Every night she'd dread the mail that would be plopped at her place at the table with piles of tedious paperwork. Then again, it also brought
A rectangular package was placed before her place that night at dinner with a familiar return stamp across it. She smiled. Not only was there no paperwork tonight,
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Weighed and Measured
A Slayers One-Shot
By Amber C.S. ("AmberPalette")
The shrieking of mangled corpses falling to their deaths outside the temple where he faced off with her ancient and heartless Supreme Elder. Deaths at the hands of two tyrannical gods of another world. This provided him leverage. Time. An opening. She dropped her guard, turned her warm, pale head toward the howling distraction. He lunged.
He seized and twisted her arm. He marveled at how her flesh gave so softly under his steely fingers as he slid his staff, his weapon, across the expanse of her neck, pinning her against him.
"Make one move and you're dead, Filia." Spoken with the honest precision of one who had been what he was, and done a damned good job at it, for over a millennium.
She protested, the feisty maiden under siege, with a shrill demand of "Why, Xelloss?! What are you doing?" but the Wolf draped his wooden staff across Red Ridin
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A Slayers Fanfiction by Amber C.S. (AmberPalette)
Disclaimer: Slayers is © Hajime Kanazaka, Software Sculptors, Funimation, and J.C. Staff. This is a short monologue-heavy rumination on the part of Zelgadiss and Amelia's second of three children (as envisioned by myself and Roxy Cybelle Gil) about a decade after the events of Slayers Evolution-R. In this storyline, Rezo has returned to life a third time, still blind but finally free of Ruby-Eyed Shabranigdu, and has, with Amelia's help, cured Zelgadiss. Zelgadiss has married Amelia and become not only Captain of the Seyruun Palace Guard, but also Prince Regent of Seyruun. Obviously, this story ships ZelAme, so if that's not your thing, this isn't for you. In this story, Rezo's late wife, Zelgadiss's Great-Grandmother, has also been reincarnated in the person of Ezra, who is an OC of Roxy Cybelle Gil.
Please enjoy the gratuitous Greywers-Seyruun family mush. &
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If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
I drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to
The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'd ground
~Florence and the Machine
There were no fields of morning glories in the Kataart Mountains.
No, on the contrary, there were only gourds.
A wart-covered, swollen, skinny, twisty, white-orange-and-green, undulating harvest of gourds. And around them, a swarm of draconic novices, male and female, of the golden, black, and water variety, in their humanoid forms, with their unremittingly curly silver-blue, straight blond, and wavy black hair,
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Part 2. Xelloss's Perspective.
I have always known that Filia Ul Copt derives quixotic courage from my presence.
I have always known that we are mirrored. That outrage consumes her at seeing her inverse, her shade, her purple feral anti-reflection, in a perpetrator of historic genocide against her race. That her anger makes her feel, perversely, invincible.
I know that I am her secret weapon. It is a fact both comical and horrifying.
Allow me to reminisce, because that abandoned mansion was a perfect example. The recklessness that I inspire was the real reason why she "permitted" me to tag along with her that day, while she "exorcised" the building like a novice.
You see, I even know why silly Filly "felt" eyeballs in that bathroom mirror.
Because a physical, psychological, and spiritual space so long devoid of the struggles, affections, and clutter, that are standard to a mortal life, has a way of nibbling at the
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Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,--so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!
~Edna St. Vincent Millay
It's like seeing you through a thick plate of glass spanning the world, a cruelly thick, cruelly transparent wall of glass, endless. And you're facing away, and cannot hear me no matter how much I scream and pound and smash for your attention. You are everywhere and nowhere and I can't surmount that. It is one challenge I can never meet.&
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A Slayers Fanfiction
((Author's Note: Yet another Xelloss X Filia fanfiction at last! I apologize for the long hiatus and for my general hermit-like state in the Slayers community of late. My fandoms cycle pretty quickly, but I'll never get tired of this pairing. They're my OTP of all time, and Slayers is my all-time favorite animanga.
With much encouragement from Skiyomi/Llybian Minamino, Lilybotanica, and Ragnablast, and borrowing a prompt from Skiyomi due to her generosity, I'm going to tackle the very complex concept of Filia going BACK to the golden dragon temples, seeking haven there as a returned priestess. This is a real stretch of character so it'll be a fun challenge. Xelloss is not happy, and goes to many sources for some advice on what the hell happened. As a result, I'll get to cameo pretty much the entire Slayers main cast plus our darling stoic Milgazia, who is the only ryuuzoku aside Filia who is NOT a giant dickface a thoroughly unpleasant c
Familiar Faces Ch 21At first no one spoke, and a pregnant silence fell over the group.Familiar Faces Ch 21 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ichigo? An arrancar?" Rukia-taichou finally spoke, her words strained.
Urahara shrugged. "Not so much Ichigo himself as his inner hollow, but it makes sense, don't you think?"
//It does,\\ Ichigo said, his thoughts slightly awed. //Did you know, Shiro?\\
//Shut up, I'm thinking.\\ Shiro shot back.
Ichigo shrank back mentally. //Sorry,\\ he thought, slightly hurt.
Shiro huffed and didn't respond, contemplating silently for several seconds. Ichigo could literally feel him thinking. After a few minutes, he looked up at Urahara and Ichigo began to feel a great deal of realization and anger from his other half. "It doesn't matter," he growled aloud.
"Of course it matters!" Rukia-taichou said angrily.
"It has nothing to do with what I was saying to you! My point was that you're all still so stuck in the past th
Familiar Faces Ch 13"No!" Hirako growled out again, shoving his mask to the side. "You're still relying too much on your flash step. You'll never get faster if you can't fully combine it with a sonido." He put a hand to his forehead. "You used to be able to do this! You came up with the technique!"Familiar Faces Ch 13 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ichigo scowled in frustration. If he concentrated, he could perform a sonido just fine, and flash steps came pretty naturally to him, but he couldn't seem to combine the two for the life of him. He'd managed to get a few good combinations in, but those tended to come randomly as the result of pure, dumb luck.
Hirako had insisted that it had to do with his lack of control over his immense innate power and had even suggested starting to teach him kido just so that he could learn that control. He and Rukia-taichou had argued for almost an hour over that one. The captain insisted that Ichigo was too young while Hirako accused her of coddling him. He'd argued that Ichigo had gone through personalized lessons
Familiar Faces Ch 20The room fell into silence after Urahara finished his summary of Akio's explanation. Okay, maybe "summary" was too generous of a word. He'd barely said that Akio had valid worries and they needed to address the situation as soon as possible before informing him that the Royal Court Representative was also from the future.Familiar Faces Ch 20 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hence the silence.
"This guy destroys everything in the future, and he's after me?" Ichigo asked, looking more than a little shocked. "Is it 'cause I got rid of that one bad guy way back during the war you guys are always telling me about?"
"We don't know why," Urahara said, bending down and grinning one of his rare reassuring smiles at Ichigo. "But that's our best guess."
"Wait," Rukia-taichou spoke up, and glaring warily over at Akio, "If you're from the future, why can't you remember anything?"
Urahara spoke up before the future soul could. "It has to do with how he traveled into the past."
Familiar Face Ch 6New and improved! Super Hiyori Walker Mach 2! The blond girl unveiled the exercise machine with a flourish Ichigo didn't think she was capable of, but he remained unimpressed. You just get on here, and we can start your training! The boy eyed the machine warily. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him, but he still felt a large wariness when it came to that machine.Familiar Face Ch 6 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Finally, he looked up at them again. No, he said simply.
Hiyori growled and ground her teeth. What do you mean 'no', you brat?!
That's stupid, the boy shrugged.
The girl looked ready to explode. This is our training. If we tell you to jump, you ask 'how high'. Now get on the thing!
Hiyori stomped up to Ichigo, letting out a string of curses the boy was sure he'd never heard before...and was f
Familiar Faces Ch 15"We're almost home," Karin heard Yuzu say over the other end. She wasn't surprised it had taken them almost the full day to catch all the right buses back to Karakura Town. She did feel slightly guilty, but knew that having Kouhei at Urahara's Shop would only raise more questions. "How is he?"Familiar Faces Ch 15 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Karin suppressed a sigh. "They've taken him out of his gigai and he's resting. Urahara-san says he should be fine physically."
"Just physically?" Dang. That would have worked ten years before.
"There's no way to really confirm his mental state," she softly repeated the words the shopkeeper had said to her not ten minutes before. "Not until he wakes up. We can't confirm what he remembers and if it came too fast or not."
She waited a few moments while Yuzu relayed the edited news to the men. When the line picked up again, it wasn't her sister on the other end.
Familiar Faces Ch 8It really happened too quickly for Hanatarou to do anything. He was taking Ichigo around the Seiretei like he had before their week of training on Earth (he'd actually been planning on visiting the sixth squad since Renji-taichou had returned, and he had known adult Ichigo pretty well), when a figure quite literally flash-stepped in front of them.Familiar Faces Ch 8 in Fan Fiction More Like This
...And then Ichigo stepped up to the Captain, who wasn't the captain at the time-- he cut off the story he'd been telling Ichigo of his former self when he noticed the road block. Ichigo had already stopped a few feet back, looking up at the figure wearing a captain's robe, and an extremely lopsided hat to cover his black-and-white painted face.
So, the figure leaned down casually, his voice oozing with fake sincerity and real interest, this is Kurosaki Ichigo.
Hanatarou felt his stomach clench like it always did whenever he saw this man. Kurotsuchi-taichou, he nodded politely. We're not s
Familiar Faces Ch 9Note: I'm basing Gin more off of the Japanese version, where he's got more of a casual accent.Familiar Faces Ch 9 in Fan Fiction More Like This
They knew too much, Rangiku said softly, peeking out of the corner of her eye at the darkened figure walking around the adjacent room. Since she'd met himer, themtheir skin had lightened a few tones, moving from a blackish-blue that reminded her more of a shadow towards a dark gray, but she didn't find it any less disconcerting. Really, he looked more like an alien than most hollows she's seen. They knew about the Soul Society, so they can't be unsent souls, especially American souls. However, I've never seen a soul like that.
Gin rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He's not a human spirit, or an animal's spirit like Komamura, he commented, bu' I can't sense him bein' a hollow or a blank either. A' least, not much.
Rangiku eyed him suspiciously, then nodde
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Welcome home, Kuchiki-sama. Rukia looked over at the servant woman who stood just inside the door, waiting to take her outer captain's robe with slippers in hand.
The dark-haired shinigami rubbed the back of her neck as she stepped up onto the wooden floor, leaving her outside sandals neatly below.
Thank you, Kana-san, she said, handing the other woman the robe. "And please just call me 'Rukia-san'."
Would you like me to draw a bath, ma'am, Kana asked as Rukia slipped her aching feet into the slippers.
Maybe later, Rukia responded, eying the eerily silent house suspiciously. More importantly, where's Ichigo?
Kana hesitated before answering, which sent warning lights off in Rukia's head almost immediately. It had been nearly two weeks since she had
Familiar Faces Ch 12Ichigo should be there about now, Rukia muttered to herself, glancing out the window. She didn't know why she felt nervous. After all, this meeting had to come, but for some reason, it really bothered her. It wasn't the fact that they hadn't been able to find anything after Ichigo's little 'outburst' three nights before. She chalked that one up to a dream. But something about this particular situation had butterflies fluttering in her stomach.Familiar Faces Ch 12 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hinamori looked up from her seat in front of the desk where she'd been helping with some of the paperwork. Are you worried about Kurosaki-taichou? she asked quietly. Rukia couldn't help but send a warning glance the other woman's way.
Don't call him that, she said tersely. Not even in here with just the two of us. If we do, it'll become too familiar and much easier to slip up.
Familiar Face Ch 5The gray-haired man scowled at him. 'Cause this 'Other Me' you've become so friendly with, is a hollow.Familiar Face Ch 5 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ichigo blinked up at the man incredulously. Other me...is a hollow? he repeated dully.
Great, Rukia-taichou shook her head from the side. I knew I should have been the one to tell him.
What do you mean? Ichigo asked, blinking out of his stupor. I have a weird monster-thing inside my head?
//Hey!\ Other Me shot out. Ichigo ignored him.
Weird monster-thing? Hirako-san asked, then raised an eyebrow in Rukia-taichou's direction.
Apparently he met his first hollow today, she muttered the explanation.
Again, Ichigo felt himself to be the center of attention. Wait, you've never seen a hollow before today? The big man named Hachi (at least Ichigo thought he was named Hachi) asked.
The boy shook his head.
Well this'll be fun, Lisa-san muttered as she opened her book again an
Wish: Part 1Author Notes: I find I must make this author's note about this fic for various reasons. Those of you who have read my other stories know that I normally don't do this within the fic unless I feel it is VERY important. And to me this is...Wish: Part 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have come to find that some of my KH fics don't really fit into the 'time-line' laid out by Square Enix. 358/2 Days pretty much tells that a lot of things happen in merely the span of about one week after Roxas' 'birth'. But for the sake of our love of the Organization let's pretend that these aren't literal days. Let's pretend they were together far longer than they were allowed. I try to keep things according to the facts, and you know I try to keep everyone in character... but on this one point... let's turn a blind eye. Call it slightly AU if that helps ^_^
I also have been playing with Namine's background, since I haven't finished the latest game I
Dyme and the Dozen Ch. 4Please, tell me that this this thing is NOT poisonous and about to kill me Xemnas painfully growled through clenched teeth.Dyme and the Dozen Ch. 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Of course its not going to kill you, heh heh. Vexen chuckled nervously before turning and whispering to Zexion, Its going to put him into a temporary death like coma and then hell wake up with a horrendous hangover and memory loss and proceed to vomit his insides out for the next week.
It was a strange sort of dream that simply faded into burning... stinging white
It felt like nothingness; the body suspended in time and space. No feeling against the skin or sensations that would tell a human being, even a Nobody for that matter, that they were still among the living.
Consciousness seemed to still be there, self-awareness in an endless field of blank white. He wondered if he WAS still alive, inwardly outwardly?
Had he just voiced this concern to the whit
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KH fanfiction by Dragonnova
Everything resumed, back to the usual routine after the pencil incident, and yet there was something different about the whole situation. For starters, she no longer had anything to draw with; she had her paper sitting in front of her at the table, but nothing to create with. This forced her to look elsewhere once more for her entertainment. Namine found herself looking at everyone, studying them, searching for that light Demyx had mentioned. At least it was a little better than staring at blank walls all day, and making silly wishes on dead worlds.
Cloaked figures entered her room long enough to drop off a plate, and then left without a word. None of them were Demyx or Marluxia... Namine knew this because she would tilt her head up like a little bird and look up at them out of the corner of her eye, searching for that familiar sheepish smile or the wisps of pink hair, but they never came. Neith
Dyme and the Dozen Ch. 9Roxas walked silently down the hallway, eyes trained on the path ahead and nothing else. He had been trying desperately to shut his thoughts off ever since he had parted ways with Vexen and Lexaeus. After talking to the Chilly Academic, the creator of the Elixir, Roxas found nothing but a bitter sort of dread rather than the words of hope he thought he'd find from the scientist.Dyme and the Dozen Ch. 9 in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Old crackpot...' Roxas snorted, rolling his eyes for just a second as he mentally torched that "old" man for his stupid experiments.
Even that old coot scientist didn't know the true power of that small flask of rose scented liquid. What Axel thought would be a harmless prank a week ago was perhaps slowly killing him and everyone who touched it.
The worst thing about this situation was he had been a part of it all; Roxas could have stopped it all right at the beginning, yet he didn't. He even went so far as to taking the first step toward destruction by slipping the elixir on Marluxia. It wa
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Wish Upon a Dying Star
KH fic by Dragonnova
It was haunting, shadowed, and menacing darkness. But not what you would normally think from the words, not a place shrouded in shadow. No, this was a state of mind manifested through art. Art cannot lie; it speaks of your inner turmoil even when you don't want it to.
Slender fingers tensed over the paper, nearly tearing it from its spiral bound edge. A feminine grunt of annoyance echoed in the room as the pad of paper was quickly lifted and changed to a fresh piece. Then the staring contest began once again.
Black coats, mocking smiles beneath the shadowed hoods; they laughed at her. It was all her pencil would allow her to draw, they haunted her mind. She even drew an image of one of said dark figures with a mighty key lodged in the middle of what would be about the
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"Don't touch it," said the Doctor as he placed the strange metal box down on the console of the TARDIS. He crouched and began to eye it suspiciously.
"Why? You're touching it," Amy answered with a hint of sarcasm. She watched his head bob back and forth slightly while he inspected the article they had picked up.
The Doctor brushed a hand through his dark hair while he continued staring at the box, studying every detail on the surface of it, trying to understand the meaning behind the carvings etched on its surface. It took a moment for him to answer his companion but he finally huffed and stated with slight irritation, "Well, I'm a Time Lord, I know what to do. This is what I do. I observe other worlds; the people and their various customs; I blend in. I'm the only one with the skill to figure out this little - gift. I get strange gifts all the time from races that appreciate
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I imagine you here. Here with me. Standing by me like you always did, fighting right beside me. Telling me everything is okay, reminding me what we live for, what we fight for.
Love. The love of friends, of family, of the worlds.
I miss you... I miss you both.
I miss you... so much...
so much... my heart will break.
Roxas carefully touched the zipper of his coat as he walked away from the vacant room, running his gloved fingers over the rough teeth before sliding his hand down to his pocket. He patted the small lump formed by the elixir beneath the leather of his coat for what he thought was the fourth, no, maybe fifth time since he had picked it up. That icy grip of dread he felt while walking with Demyx and Larxene was still haunting him, but now it seemed to be growing steadily worse.
He had hoped with all his soul that Axel would be there
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The Winner Takes It All
Axel stared at the doorway; or rather it seemed he was staring right through the door. His emerald eyes seemed clouded, hazy as though he were lost in thought. His hand rested on the massive entry, yet he didnt put any more force behind it to open it further than just that tiny crack. He simply stood in silence as though someone had cast stop on him.
Somethings bothering you...
Axel flinched. His fingers flexing on the door for a moment before resting his palm flat on the pristine white surface once again.
...But why would you come here?
There was a moment of silence that was only broken by the faint sound of his breathing resuming. He leaned closer to the door until his forehead connected with the cool surface. I dont know... he finally whispered in an awkward and unsure tone.
A small giggle erupted fr
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~Radiant Garden was no longer so radiant. Darkness was taking it over, seeping into the planets very being. Steeping hearts with thoughts of the void.
People that were once kind were now becoming tainted with bitterness and hatred. Bright hearts filled with light... now reflected a magnified glimpse of that tiny bit of darkness found in all hearts. Some escaped to worlds unknown before they could feel the change of despair... some did not...
Darkness was stirring in every heart that remained, conquering even the strongest of them.~
There was a faint light glowing on the desk, a tiny flicker of lamplight fighting away the darkness in the room. The only sound echoing in the stillness was that of a pen scratching rapidly across paper, spilling forth research notes; accompanied by the faint sound of breathing, lips silentl
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"Hmmm?" Larxene hummed back at him. She was no longer clinging to Demyx like a lost child; the frightened pace that kept her close on his heels as though she were terrified of every shadow in the castle had now calmed to a peaceful saunter. She had fallen back a little bit, walking along idly while watching tiny sparks of yellow light form and dance within her cupped hands.
For a moment, Demyx watched as she pulled her hands apart and let the small sparks of electricity flutter and fall like dying firework embers. "Have you ever been angry before?" He finally asked, shifting his gaze from her hands to her face.
A quick snort erupted from the woman as she flicked her gaze up at Demyx. She snapped her fingers and elicited small sparks that she formed into a ball and batted between her hands like a small child's toy. "You're