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BLEACH [12 tortures] Bonding

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 05:52:15 GMT

Title: Didactic
Torture: Bondage - July 15th
Author: Machinatio
Word count: 691
Warnings: Minor spoilers for recent chapters

He always believed that no matter how tough the situation was, goodness will always prevail, and evil would dissipate and disappear in the light of justice. It started from those fairytales he mother would read to him every night. The knight in shining armour would always slay a monstrous dragon or the deceitful wizard or witch, and save the helpless perfectly portrayed princess.

Even when his mother got murdered by Grand Fisher, his faith only wavered for a second or two before becoming more committed than ever. For many years, he would always suffer the guilt of not being able to be his dearest kin’s brave knight.

When he first took responsibility for his Shinigami powers, he was unsure of the opportunity that presented itself right before him. Here it was, the strength to help save other souls, to make up for the soul he couldn’t save. He rejected the thought, fearing failure of not being up to that responsibility, but changed his mind as he saw that he had the power to help the other souls.

He was furious when Rukia was punished for something that seemed so trivial a matter to him. He decided that he would not let this past, for he could not will himself to abandon the person, who in a way, granted him powers to save souls. He fought all the way through soul society with this faith in mind, knocking down any obstacle, bashing through every door, slicing through any opponent who dared stand in his path.

The will for him to take personal action washed over him again when Orihime was taken to Hueco Mundo. Whether or not she choose to go there on her own free will or was forced there, it didn’t matter to him. What mattered that she was a Human, not a Hollow nor Arrancar, and Humans belonged to the Human world till their deaths.

For that, he once again recklessly entered and fought his way through Hueco Mundo with his battle companions. At first, with every enemy falling to the ground, it seemed that juctice would be served fairly and squarely.

However, things were different this time.

One by one, as they each encountered the Espadas, the Arrancar’s strength proved too overpowering. His faith was shaken when he lost sight of their reiatsu ribbons. First Chad, then Rukia. As he delivered the final blow to Grimmjow, Ishida’s and Renji’s ribbons both disappeared at once.

Even as he exchanged fists, kicks and ceros with Ulquiorra, he fought with the will to avenge his companions, to end Aizen’s activities, which would destroy everything he knew and held dear.

As Ulquiorra blasted Zangetsu, Shirosaki and himself out of existence, his first thought was that maybe it was his time, and was another protagonist’s turn to save the day.

But as he watched from above, a place right at the top, above all worlds, Aizen was succeeding in destroying the waves of Shinigami sent into Heuco Mundo. The process of creating the Royal Key was in process as the town starting being obliterated into nothingness.

If it were true that the place he was at now was really the top of everything, a place that was not complicated Soul Society, a place where he was reunited with his smiling mother, with his wacky and weird companions, with the-sweet-in-her-own-way Rukia, a place where the bonds between them were renewed and stronger than ever, then with or without Zangetsu at his side, with or without permission to create chaos in this peaceful dimension, he would be sure to be everyone’s knight, and stand in the way of the evil.

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“And that’s the end of the story. Now off to bed you little punk.” Ichigo told his daughter lovingly, as she giggled in his hold when he swiped her off the sofa and put her down gently on her bed.

As he turned off the lights that luminated the Chappy wallpapered room, he wondered what might have happened if good had not prevailed, but dismissed the thought immediately as he saw his wife wagging a cheeky finger at him from behind their bedroom door.

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I'm sorry for the crappy "story". It seemed pretty fun to write about at first ._. I was at a total loss for the title. Never been good at titles.

This concludes the 12 tortures Challenge for me! =D I'm kind of sad its over, but more relieved since my brain cells are really drained at this point. Never underestimate the torture of drabble/fic mini marathons -_- Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading! I really enjoyed reading through all the fics, drabbles, comics and looking at the fanarts. =D

Not to forget, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ICHIGO! =D

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BLEACH [12 tortures] Him wanting more just proved he wasn't a shinigami, nor a vizard, but a human.

Sat, 14 Jul 2007 07:09:30 GMT

Title: Desideratum
Torture: Deprivation - July 14th
Author: Machinatio
Word Count: 572
Warnings: None.

Ichigo was thankful. His life was never boring, with him having to balance between being a Shinigami Substitute, full time student, and free labour at his father’s clinic. On top of that, everyday occurrences always seemed to be spiced up so exaggeratingly by his bizarre classmates, his weird family, and Rukia.

In a way, he had everything.

At home, there was always excitement and humour. His hyperactive father would bounce around the house and go hugging the over-sized poster of his mother like he had too much sugar in his coffee for breakfast. Yuzu would be the ever amazing kind hearted sister, and Karin would be the part of a tough and tomboy-ish sister.

At school, Orihime, with her cheery greetings, and Tatsuki, with her small welcoming smile, never failed to brighten his day. Weirdos like Keigo and Chizuru never failed to amuse him with their weird antics, though Ichigo would bleach his hair white before ever admitting that. Ishida and Chad were his silent break-time companions, and he was always grateful for the peace and quietness between the three of them during these times.

At hollow killing sprees, he was never sure of what Kon was up to, and often feared the worst everytime he spotted him entering the troublemaker Urahara’s shop. The annoying hollows never seemed to give up trying to consume souls to increase their capabilities, and he often wondered if it were ever possible to completely exterminate these masked monsters from the face existence.

At training sessions, whether it was at Urahara’s, the Vizard’s Warehouse or Soul Society, the fight always ended with him being the loser, barely escaping with his life, with his body displaying deep, long, thin slice marks and bruises everywhere. During exchanges with Renji, Urahara was always sure to sneakily his opponent up when it appeared that he had got the upper hand. Hiyori and Shinji took turns during training to make a laughing stock of and embarrass him in front of the other Vizards. His visits to Soul society was always ended with him literally shunpo-ing away for his very soul from an insane, possessed maniac Zaraki Kenpachi of the 11th division.

Of course, he couldn’t forget about Rukia, could he? He got trashed big time when he made fun of Chappy and her drawings. He was appreciated for a split second everytime he agreed to do her homework. He was looked up upon when he fought recklessly in a gallant way against hollows, and when he brilliantly acted out scenes from Shakespeare’s plays. She was a real pain, but in the few months he had gotten to know her, she was always there by his side, and probably knew more about him than anyone else he had known for far longer.

He certainly was grateful for his fortune, for having such great friends and a loving family.

But once in a while, Ichigo cannot help but wonder what it would have been like to live a normal life, with ordinarily coloured hair, with a family with both parents, with typical soccer playing friends, without the knowledge of evil hollows lurking at every corner and waiting to pounce on humans, without knowing that other worlds like Soul Society and Hueco Mundo existed, without having to suffer the guilt at those who died at his hands, a life without battle, a life without lies, a life without everything that was precious to him now.

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I spent the longest time on this in comparison with my other 12 torture fics. Just one more day! Suddenly all the plot bunnies keep popping one by one into my head for tomorrow's theme. Can't wait! =D

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BLEACH [12 tortures] He's not superstitious...but...

Fri, 13 Jul 2007 14:38:14 GMT

Title: Triskaidekaphobia
Torture: Bullying/Intimidation - July 13th
Author: Machinatio
Word count: 617
Warnings: None.

Although he looks like the punk who always bullies and intimidates the small, skinny, helpless bespectacled child living along the same street, its often the other way around.

This is precisely what always happens to him on this day, Friday the 13th, every year. The incidents were like knives digging into his already deeply wounded pride.

This is what happened this year.

1) Yuzu, the normally passive sister, had been extremely unreasonable when she found Kon in his room, and just refused to stop screaming and berating him for keeping and hiding her beloved Bostafu.

2) Karin, the more outspoken sister, had joined her closest kin in quarreling with him on finding her tolerant and patient twin in tears and at her wits end.

3) Isshin, never failing to be the protective father figure to his beloved daughters, did not hesitate to treat Ichigo with numerous kicks and punches.

4) Misato, his habitually easy going teacher, whom never rejected any of his excuses before for getting hurt or running out in the middle of class on the account of it being ridiculous (who needs to go for five toliet breaks in one lesson almost everyday?!), refused to accept his excuse for lateness because his over-excited father had been so focused on bashing him to death. In fact, the anger waves she sent out, which seemed to demand complete respect and obedience just by looking at him, could have rivaled even Yamamoto's overwhelming stares. He had been so dejected when his favourite teacher had rapped a novel on his head a few times, calling him a "disloyal son" and ignoring him for the rest of the period.

5) Tatsuki, Orihime's Lady Knight with brillant karate skills, had managed to bruise his already sore stomach even more with her iron fists. Rejecting Orihime's gesture of kindness when she saw him looking so dejected in class was worth the punishment though, since he was sure his stomach could not have tolerated that dirty purple concoction of sesame durian flavoured durian ice cream.

6) Ishida, his eternal rival, seemed to be ignoring him the whole day, since he forgot to bring Kon to let him try out the fittings of a few of his new doll outfits that were to be made saleable to the school's girls the next day.

7) Chad, the kind giant, had mysteriously disappeared the whole day, only to be seen keeping Ishida company as he altered the doll's dresses by instinct.

8) Shinji, the ever annoying prick in his skin, had once again managed to break his mask apart in a record of two seconds.

9) Urahara, the happy-go-lucky-sandal-hat-shop-owner aka despicable-inventor-and-plotter, had once again succeeded in tricking him to be a test subject against the Kisuke's shop latest products.

10) Rukia, the thorn on the rose stem that had popped up and refused to be gone from his life, never failed to make his life utterly miserable no matter what day it was. She had refused to wake up on time for school, lied about the evil acts done against her by him to his classmates, insisted on him hunting down and buying a chappy blanket she had seen along the way while they were chasing a hollow, filled his mind with gross and sick romantic scenes from the novel she had read while he got tortured by never-ending half-completed faulty inventions, and finally forced him to do her homework and re-enacting a certain scene from Romeo and Juliet in preparation for the English literature test the next day.

If there was any other guy in Human world, Soul Society or Hueco Mundo who suffered more abuse than this, he would have been Ichigo's hero for all eternity.

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One sentence on this fic. Poor Ichigo and my poor brain cells. =(

Watched Harry Potter today. The scene where Sirius Black died was so un-justified! Argh! D<

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BLEACH [12 tortures] Anything to save his virginity

Thu, 12 Jul 2007 16:09:57 GMT

Title: Pride
Torture: Humiliation - July 12th
Author: Machinatio
Word count: 136
Warnings: None.

-Pant, pant-

No.

-Huff, huff-

I have to keep going.

-Muscles aching-

I cannot give up

-Joints griddling-

I must beat her.

-Feet slipping-

I have to protect my pride.

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Yoruichi grinned as she imagined the thoughts running through the hormonal boy’s brain. The last time she had beaten him at shunpo, he had been punished most entertainingly by her and a few companions bearing a little too much cleavage.

Ichigo turned pale and groaned when he noticed the familiar mocking expression and cheeky smile on her face. Not again. He wondered how he ever got brainwashed into challenging the Goddess of Flash in shunpo, as she quickened her pace and gleefully showed her dominance in flash steps by distancing herself from him.

This time, the punishment would be much much more compelling and enticing.

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I'm seriously losing steam. Three more to go!

Hope you enojyed this! I love watching the growing Ichigo squirm in innocence in these situations. xD

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BLEACH [12 tortures] So cunning. So shrewd. So despicable.

Wed, 11 Jul 2007 14:31:03 GMT

Title: Calculable
Torture: Brainwashing - July 11th
Author: Machinatio
Word count: 115
Warnings: Minor sort-of hints at what happened in recent chapters.

Hate.

It filled him every time someone he cared about got hurt.

Hate.

Consumed him when his mother was murdered, and when his sisters were attacked.

Hate.

Filled him when his ghost friends got eaten, and when his classmates got injured.

Hate.

Devoured him when Rukia was treated like trash, and when Orihime was treated like a thing.

Hate.

Immersed him when a certain arrancar just refused to get out of his way and let him save his dying partner.

Hate.

It overwhelmed his mind, corrupted his thoughts, clouded his judgement.

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Aizen chuckled. For simpletons like Kurosaki Ichigo, who were so easily predictable, Kyōka Suigetsu and its near perfect illusions would never be required.

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I just needed to get the hate out of my mind ._. It's a horrible incorrigible evil feeling =(.

I know its not very descriptive. But still..ENJOY! =)

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BLEACH [12 tortures] Nothing he could do

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 14:40:10 GMT

Title: Different levels
Torture: Domination - July 10th
Author: Machinatio
Word count: 100 (I finally did my long awaited drabble =D)
Warnings: Attempted graphic violence.

The segmented sword extended without warning as it was flung towards him.

It flew over him, as though it had missed its mark.

Not a second later, it descended, and its sharp, pick-like protrusions drove into his shoulder.

His eyes widened in shock. And pain. The treacherous blade was now being dragged right through skin, muscle and bone.

The crunching sound was deafening to his ears. The scene of blood spurting from him was like lava erupting from a volcano.

All this happened too fast for him, and all he could do was watch as his body got ripped apart.

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I finally managed to restrict myself to a drabble =D.

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Just one is enough

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 11:26:09 GMT

Walking along the street
feet dragging at the pavement
hands clutching bread and meat
face burnt

Walking under the lamp
carrying broken bag
clothed in tattered rags
socks damp

She walked along the street aimlessly.
No goal in sight.
She caused fritction between her feet and the pavement
Reluctantly moving forward in life.
She held stale bread and spoiled meat.
Trying to make what she had left last as long as she could
She had scars on her burnt face
Nightmares of her past from wrong choices.
She walked from darkness into light.
Finding hope in the new path she embarked on.
She gripped the weather beaten weather strap.
Proving she suvived whatever was thrown at her.
She wore lice and hole ridden sweater and pants.
Got them from people who wanted her away.
She had sewage and rain soaked once-silk stockings.
A reminder of what she had sacificed.

Panda eyebacks
Acne skin
Why did she even have to put up with this.

Frost bitten nails
Blistered feet.
It hurt her that her appearance changed.

Her food ran out.
Her bag got ripped apart.
The only things she had left.

With paper thin cotton on her
With the endless path full of possibilities
She pushed on.

The lamps died.
The cotton disintegrated.
Nothing was left.

But with that few strands of silk still left on her feet.
She pushed herself on.
Someone still believed in her.
For that, even if she couldnt do it for herself,
She had to do it for that person,
who gave her hope and courage.

It turned to day.
With only one strand of thread left on her left feet,
she walked into a new world.
people embraced her new ways
they looked after her
they accepted her.

No more worries about meeting other's expectations.
No more worries about people overtaking her.
No more worries about not having enough.
No more worries about betrayal.
No more worries about quarrals.
No more worries about goodbyes.
No more worries about being alone in the world.

BLEACH [12 tortures] the world has turned upside down

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 10:01:43 GMT

Title: Changes. Major changes.
Torture: Silent treatment- July 9th
Author: Machinatio
Word count: 489
Warnings: The word "boobs" appears once, but in a really harmless context as this is for all to read.

He opened the door, and tensed his body in preparation against some outrageous physical attack...

His readiness was for naught. The typical welcome-home punch or kick did not happen, and all that came in contact with his skin was the musty air.

Isshin was sitting quietly at the dinner table and reading his paper. Yuzu and Karin were squabbling over which actor was cuter in a teenage magazine. No one paid attention as he stamped loudly on the carpet laden wooden floor when he walked across the hall.

Bewildered, he headed straight up to his room, and thought about his day.

Keigo had not squealed with joy at the sight of boobs.

Chad and Ishida had suddenly become sociable all of a sudden.

Mizuiro had been hitting on Tatsuki, who actually played along and flirted with him.

Orihime’s meal actually tasted good and looked normal for once.

Having to tolerate the complete opposite characters of his class was bad enough.

But to add to his misery at not being able to comprehend their sudden attitude changes, nobody seemed to notice him at all.

Orihime had not greeted him with her normal cheery smile, and Tatsuki was not smiling in the background.

Chad and Ishida had not given their silent acknowledgements of his presence.

Keigo did not come up with some absurd excuse to talk to Ichigo, with Mizuiro trailing behind, and with Rukia to..

Wait, where HAD Rukia been the whole day? It was as if he had completely disappeared from his life! Panic clutched his heart as he fought to turn the door knob steadily. She couldn’t have…

Speaking of the devil, Rukia was there in the room, with her back facing him. He slammed the door so hard that cracks appeared on the wall, but even then she did not turn around, as if he was invisible and not there at all.

He lost no time in stalking over to Rukia and demand to know what on the bed had captivated her so much that even she had to give him the silent treatment…

He saw....

His eyes bulged, his expression turned ashen, his mind exploded and he let out a blood curdling scream.

…

Now his eyes were filled with tears, his face blue and his mind crystal clear. Rukia had dumped a whole bucket of water onto his face, into his mouth and down his throat. Without waiting for him to recover from his choking fits, she physically and mentally abused him for making such a ruckus in the middle of the night. She wouldn’t have stopped if Isshin had not jumped into the situation and restrained her with Karin’s help.

At any other time Ichigo would have killed her for nearly murdering him in his sleep, but just this once, he was just too thankful that reality was still in one piece and that it had all been just been a very horrible nightmare.

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I think i squeezed my already-uncreative-mind dry of all my creative juices. So much that I even had to resort with nightmare for this torture. Sigh. I hope the next fic will be better, when I don't suffer from some digestive sickness and when the plot bunnies come to me. Maybe angst would have been a better option...~~I am such an indecisive person when it comes to freedom of choice..~~ I personally can't wait for the next torture, and hope I don't go overboard with it. xD

I hope it was an enjoyable read anyway. =)

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BLEACH [12 tortures] It just wouldn't go away

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 15:45:23 GMT

Title: Memories of the Dead
Torture: The Rack - July 8th
Author: Machinatio
Word count: 304
Warnings: Details from the start till Soul Society arc.

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Ah, the time when they were facing each other on Sōkyoku Hill.

Her expression projected fear in the face of her impending death, her movements sealed by the cross, her skin and soul burned away in the heat radiating from Sōkyoku.

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Of course, the period he had spent with her after her failed attempt to escape from the Shrine of Penitence.

Her petite built was fraught with exhaustion, and she looked thinner.

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Not to forget Byakuya and Renji effectively persuading her to go through the senkaimon and back to Soul Society.

Her looking so regretful and remorseful as the gates closed behind her.

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The moment he managed to injure the huge Menos Grande.

Her face filled with surprise at his accomplishment, filled with worry when his powers overwhelmed him with pain and agony.

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That was the second time he confronted Grand Fisher.

Her body shook from the restraint to run over and chide him for his reckless actions.

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The incident that allowed him to gain his shinigami powers.

Her eyes sparkled with pride, his flashed with gratefulness, even as the sharp blade was driven right through his heart.

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The moment she stepped into his room.

Her step was as graceful as the Hell Butterfly which had fluttered in before her.

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The battle when he first laid eyes on her.

Her skills appeared completely flawless, effective in every wound she cut, beautiful in every explosion she caused.

.

These memories he had of her were all packed nicely like clothes on a rack, for him to choose and immerse himself into. It served as a means of escape from reality, for him to pretend that everything’s all right and she’s still there, creating new memories with him, even when he knows it’s not true as he looks after his motherless raven haired and orange eyed son.

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I really tried to do angst...but after this I'll probably do evilRukia again and help her along but adding a few accomplices, if I can think of any new "original" fics....

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BLEACH [12 tortures] some things you just can't go too far with

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 15:00:33 GMT

Title: Testing the boundaries
Torture: Water - July 7th
Author: Machinatio
Word count: 550
Warnings: None..I think..

Everyday with Rukia was both a joy and torture.

Everything he did with her was bound to result in noise pollution, not including the times when she had her nice-girl appearance on during school. However, amazingly, through all the fights, all the conflict, all the quarrels, they managed to build this bond of silent understanding between them, to know where the limits were and recognise which were the boundaries that should never be crossed.

They both suffered from the past, and with their future not looking very promising with them having to face those forsaken hollows everyday, all they could do was savor the present, to enjoy and treasure the important things that were dear to them at any moment.

Hence, being partners in protecting Karakura town, they naturally spent a lot of time together while hunting those trouble makers, which gave them a lot of bonding time to understand and appreciate each other more.

At least, that’s what Ichigo thought.

What in Soul Society and Human Earth had he done to deserve this?! Of course, it was careless of him to let the chappy fan drop onto the concrete ground without warning, while he was carrying her on his back. It’s not his fault the hollow appeared out of nowhere and engaged him in battle. In a split second second, he had to decide either to let her go and get himself sliced or get the both of them churned to mince meat. The latter was obviously the worse choice since Byakaya would probably never forgive his sorry and pitiful soul and make his afterlife living hell.

The blows on her head must have knocked out a large number of brain cells in the “rationale” part of Rukia’s brain, since when she regained consciousnes, she went as berserk as the constraints on her gigai would allow her to. She not only managed to trash the hollow using only punches and flying kicks using the knee and tip of her foot, but almost killed Ichigo when she threw it at full force in his direction. The impact sent both hollow and Ichigo flying straight into a sewage pipe. They punctured a hole right through the metal, and out sprouted waste water from who knows how many households in Karakura town like a fountain.

Now, not only did he have to suffer the stink on him from the abominable pungent faeces, but to pay him back for dropping her, Rukia got an overjoyed Byakuya to convince the higher ups to make him repair the sewage pipes.

It seemed that a certain someone forgot to mention to the substitute shinigami that damages done in the real world had to be repaired by someone, normally by the 4th division, but if short on manpower, the responsible shinigami had to clear up the mess himself.

For someone who only knows how to cause damage, Rukia knew full well this was way beyond his miracle-like capabilities, but nevertheless reveled at the sight of outraged and desperate red strawberry picking up wooden planks and trying to nail them together to cover the holes.

Of course, she does know the limits of tormenting someone, even if its Ichigo, so she’d probably get 4th division to come down and cover for him. Though it'll be later. Much later.

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Hope you like this. Pretty busy tomorrow, so I hope I come home in time to post the next fic. ENJOY! =)

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BLEACH [12 tortures] don't over-estimate your capabilities

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 16:44:12 GMT

Title: Juice&Cream
Torture: Whipped - July 6th
Author: Machinatio
Word Count: 326
Warnings: Moi trying very hard at humour ._.

“AHAHAHAHAHA”

“URGHHHHHHHHH”

Ichigo burst into laughter as Rukia got shot with a jet of orange fizzy liquid, right between the eyes. It was truly a sight to behold. After all, it wasn’t everyday that he, the typical victim, outwitted the mastermind of all evil ploys, and changed the trickster into the tricked.

Rukia was furious. Never had she felt so infuriated with this…this...idiot scum of a strawberry! She had just swallowed a whole bucket full worth of pride when she asked him how to open the soda can. And now she was, further humiliated after having to ask for assistance. The sweet liquid stung her eyes and choked her when it traveled up her nose. The rest of the liquid clung to her hair or dripped down onto her precious yellow chappy dress.

Ichigo was too wrapped up in his world of satisfaction to notice Rukia wallowing in self-pity and revenge when she ignored him for the rest of the week.

“AHAHAHAHAHA”

“URGHHHHHHHHH”

Rukia cried tears of joy at the perfect candid photo of Ichigo’s face that had disappeared under sprays of snowy white cream. It was truly a sight to behold. After this, he should finally understand his place and whom he was up against, he the gullible commoner against her the deceiving trickster queen.

Ichigo was in anguish. Never had he been so annoyed by this…this…pain-in-his-neck vermin of a…a…her! He was so full of himself over his success, and forgot to watch his back. And now here he was, further humiliated after boasting countless times during the week how he had outwitted the trickster queen. The fluffy whipped cream filled his entire mouth and choked him. It covered his face like it was some wedding icing cake, leaving holes only for the eyes and nose. It almost felt like facial wash, only a thousand times the amount his sisters would normally use.

So after everything, Rukia was still the sly trickster queen and Ichigo still the helpless apprentice.

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When I first saw this theme, I was all “must have whipped cream!” xD For: “Never had he been so annoyed by this…this…pain-in-his-neck vermin of a…a…her! I couldn’t think of something that would suit her (death would have been weird in this context), but nothing can ever come near to describe Rukia’s countless personalities after all =P.

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BLEACH [12 tortures] the dignity all gone just like that

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 13:19:21 GMT

Title: Pwned by Rukia's plot prowess's. Again.
Torture: Tongue lashing - July 5th
Author: Machinatio
Word Count: 709
Warnings: ...none?

“ICHIGO! OI ICHIGO! WAKE UP!"

Ichigo was torn away from his most satisfying dream of beating Byakuya to pulp. He took three seconds to recover from being whisked away from the bloody battle scene in the outskirts of Rukongai to the darkness of his closed eyelids.

He groaned as he recognized the voice that broke him back from his most wonderful dream in weeks, and reluctantly sat up after that imbecile started jumping on him.

“WHAT.” He stared at her murderously.

“HOW DID MY NOTEBOOK END UP LIKE THAT?!” Rukia held up her forty paged A4 sized notebook, which held numerous pages of prized non-artistic crayon bunnies. Or which formally held. Now the pages were wet and stuck to each other, complete with tears forming at the sides.

"WHAAAAA..” This time he stared at the notebook incredulously.

And he remembered something about the night before...

And squirmed.

Rukia had fallen asleep while reading her Japanese novel on the wooden floor. For once, she forgot to put her notebook in who knows where among the hidden pockets in her pajamas. Kon, being the ever curious stalker of “nii-san”, grabbed the golden opportunity to flip through Rukia’s treasured masterpieces. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he laughed loudly at the various bunny comics representing everything from a princess bunny, to hollow bunnies, bunny friends....

Ichigo, already on a short fuse after having to chase a damn trickster of a hollow all night and still having to wreck his brain for solutions to the three part logarithms problem, wasted no time in yanking out the green pill and tossing its makeshift body with whatever scrap paper it was reading straight into the toilet bowl, and proceeded back to his work.

How was he ever going to explain this to Rukia? He thought of acting innocent, but his face had already given him way, with mixed expressions of shock, realization, and horror.

Rukia’s brows knitted together, and she opened her mouth to give him the most physical and verbal trashing of his life, before deciding on a better plan...

That day in school was hell.

Rukia had managed to redraw an entire scrapbook worth of bunny comics within a period of thirty minutes before school. He thought nothing of it, brushing it away as Rukia wanting to replace her precious article. How could he not have suspected that something was out of place when she didn’t punish him after what he did?! Again, it was her precious article containing her treasured masterpieces which cost him a number of black eyes and brain cells. Again, maybe it was because he was a few braincells short did he not suspect anything

The multiple face actress, doubled as a malicious revenge seeker, put on an appearance of a pleased girlfriend showing a gift to everyone.

Which was a personalized comic book.

[I recognise the notebook. Something is dreadfully wrong. Wasn't it the one she was drawing in?]

From a certain boyfriend.

[Rukia had a boyfriend? Huh? And I'm sure she drew it herself now!]

And it did not just have any bunny comics.

[Wait. Are they KISSING?! My goodness. Rukia's crayon marks sure know no bounds.]

They were replica bunnies of ...

[short bunny wish yellow dress and black hair like Rukia's]

Her.

[Obviously. Egoistic.]

And

[bunny with spiky orange hair and tight clothes like his...]

...

The class turns to stare at him.

[WAIT.

LIKE MINE?!]

HIMSELF?!

...

For a few days, he had to endure snickering classmates who mimicked him getting intimate with Rukia, by hugging or imitating french kisses with their tongues lashing vigorously in mid air to show the "passion" and who the hell knows what.

The dignity he had left even when some people witnessed Rukia play some ploy on him and escape up a ledge and lashed her tongue out at him for failure to catch her was now shattered into microscopic pieces, too small even for vizard eyes.

The humiliation he suffered then from a laughing Urahara and staff who "broadcasted" the incident to Soul Society was nothing compared to this.

In fact, any type of abuse was better than this.

INCLUDING the tongue lashing done by Rukia when he was overpowered by her in private in the past.
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Hope you people enjoy this. =) I couldn't think of any angst-y fic for this theme which wouldn't be commonly found, so it resulted in this with a rather sucky ending =( I wanted to end at "HIMSELF?!", but realised that the fic didn't really tie in with the "torture" if i didn't add the last five paragraphs in..

Please critic! Thank you! =D

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turmoil

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 14:55:08 GMT

In the childhood days,
we dashed across the rich meadows,
poked fun at cows and chased chickens,
swam in the stream and climbed trees.

After admission to school,
we were enthusiastic little learners,
attentive, interactive in all lessons,
completing homework neatly in scrawls.

The levels of education rose,
we grew rebellious, unwilling to absorb,
dreamt an stoned at the teacher's lullaby,
half heartedly handed up illegible scribbles.

It was time to enter the world of adults,
take up a preferred occupation,
housewives, farmers, teachers, smiths,
doctors, lawyers, judges, council.

We toiled labouriously in our specialties,
feeling satisfied with our accomplishments,
disappointment and resent at failures,
nothing in ordinary tasks.

The little angels or princes and princesses came along,
chubby, skinny, dark, fair, loud, soft,
all different all unique all special
in their own little ways.

They grew up just like we did,
only starting school faster,
getting jobs faster,
having kids later.

We watched as farmers gathered in villages,
which merged to become towns,
which with technology became cities,
which grew bigger to become a metrapolis

Times change,
people grow impatient at problems,
oblivious to the solutions around them,
overlooking the small matters.

The innocence that covered everyone of us as a child,
was beautiful necessity to shield ourselves from evil,
but it was thin, fragile, easily blown away by wind,
or easily abandoned by youngsters today.

They grow corrupt, sly, malicious.
The words truth, honour, dignity no longer exist in their dictionary.
They plot, execute, murder another phyically, emotionally, mentally.
The people die one by one from deceit, fraud, pretence.
They hide behind facades of honest and trusting beings.
The hypocrites then impose or backstab others.

Why are the new generations so complicated?
Are they not tired of the masquerade balls they keep attending?
Dosen't their imagination and creativity to make new masks all the time
just run out of ideas sometimes?

In the past we fear
hunger, dieases, war.
Now they fear
enemies, coinless, outcast.

It's amazing how the world can change so much.
How people can think so drastically far apart,
while others can be just scarily, oddly, ballantly honourable.

BLEACH [12 tortures] pricking, stinging, tormenting

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 13:42:29 GMT

Title: Haunted raindrops
Torture: Guilt trip - July 4th
Author: machinatio
Word count: 282
Warnings: Erm, any possible spoilers regaining rain?

The air seemed to get heavier as each moment passed by. It was surrounding him, weighing down on him, caging him. He fought a losing battle as the overcast skies seemed to pour any moment. For a second, he wanted to use the remaining of his fleeting strength and rush under the nearest tree and cover under the safety of the branches…

She noticed the weather getting more humid, and how he fought gallantly to stay calm as the dark skies forecasted an upcoming downpour. She herself held bad memories of the stinging pricks of rain against her ivory fair skin, the tiny droplets of guilt encasing her in her nightmares. She saw his stride falter, and entwined his hand with hers.

He felt her icy cold hands in his grip, and caught scraps of fear hidden behind the piercing violet-black eyes normally so full of strength, confidence and arrogance, that helped her through her split personalities.

She saw relief flooding back into his shaken expression, which commonly displayed a “pissed-off” look, which with his striking spiky orange hair, got him labeled as the punk

Even as the raindrops suddenly poured on them, creating invisible cuts in their exterior facades, they gave hope by just squeezing and holding tight to the other’s hand

They will suffer the guilt of murdering someone for the rest of their lives, never forgiving the rain for being an accomplice in the deaths.

But with the shinigami freezing the haunted raindrops into beautiful snowflakes, the vizard heating and evaporating the remains of rain gathered in puddles, they will find courage through the partner’s determination and endure through the tormenting ordeals together, side by side, hand in hand.

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This is my first time posting something in public, and I apologise if this is a very bad piece. But please critic me as harshly as possible to allow me to improve my work. Thank you for reading it till the end and I hope you enjoyed the short fic which I really wanted to remain only a drabble of 100 words.

Also, being a newbie at rating stuff, I would appreciate it if someone gave me a heads up on the different kinds of warnings existing. =\ Thanks again! =D

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bolt of sadness

Sun, 17 Jun 2007 17:22:53 GMT

she sat by the window
and just cried her heart out
everything inside her
just couldn't stop

the bundle of joys
the ends of sorrows
the hatred of anger
the cryings of pain

she wished she could be more
she wished she was worth it
but all she could think of
was for her to be noticed

she stood by the wall
and blended in with grafitti
she slowly walked away
camouflaging in the crowds

she arrived back home
and wrote on a note
"I'm sorry. for everything
I couldn't bring myself to do"

50_ouran themes; 41-50

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 12:01:08 GMT

41. Candle
Ah! But no one but daddy can blow the candles out for you Haruhi! -Tamaki senpai

42. Stained glass window
Not knowing that the "painting" she carried was actually a stained glass window, Haruhi leaned it carelessly against the wall.

43. bi-polar
Why did you need to stay inside the room for the medical check up for so long?! Daddy was worried that you have gotten some incurable disease like bi-polar... -Tamaki senpai

44. Okaa-san (Mother)
Okaa-san! Haruhi dropped broke another vase!

45. Otou-san (Father)
Tamaki senpai is not my otou-san. -Haruhi to customers

46. Martial arts
No prizes for guesing who won the martial arts competition held by the host club.

And also no prizes for guessing who earned lots of money from bets made during the competition.

47. Sing me a song (songfic of your choice)
Sing us a song~~..[Hikauru and Kaoru]
I wil-- *SCREECH* [haruhi]

48. cos-play
Renge: AGAIN!AGAIN!

Everyone scruffles back into their positions.

*Hunny lies over, dead*
Mori towers over him, laughing away menacingly.
Hikaru and Kaoru come hopping along, taking a wrong turn in the spooky alley luminated only by the few lines of moonlight.
Tamaki walks in.
A micro-second too late.

Renge: CUT! AGAIN!

49. Boxer glove
For christmas, everyone in the ost club chipped in to buy boxer gloves for Hunny.

He was happy.

They were all happy.

Till.

A week later.

They had forgotten to buy him a punching bag.

50. Wish
On graduation day, as she threw her hat into the air, she felt a tinge of sadness grip her heart, knowing full well that her time with the host club had ended.

Author's note: Some attempt at one-liners.

50_ouran themes; 31-40

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 12:24:23 GMT

31. Frills :
Haruhi laughed her head off silently as she watched those foolish boys prance around in frills.

32. Subway :
Tamaki wanted to reach the "commoner" shopping centre by "commoner" transport, so he ended up waiting ages for a train at teh subway, while the rest gave Haruhi a lift and was at the shopping centre ages before him.

33. “Doctor and Patient” :
This week's theme was the clinic. Haruhi never believed that she would live to see the day where doctor and patient could be so intimate with oen another.

34. Organ / church :
Everyone knows that Tamaki is a child prodigy at the piano. But if they heard him playing the organ for church, they would haveagreed that Haruhi's singing was a thousand times better than Tamaki's music.

35. Hats :
Hikaru always remembered the heavenly image of Haruhi skipping along the beach, the waves licking at her feet, the wind tugging at her dress and blowing the straw hat off her head to reveal a mass of cropped brown hair.

36. (Your) arms :
Twice, Haruhi had tripped and fell. Both times, Tamaki-senpai had saved her. Now, she wished for a third chance to be in his loving arms again.

37. Taboo :
Everything in the "commoner's" world was taboo in the "rich people's" world.
Anything in the "rich people's" world was considered taboo in the "commoner's world"
When Haruhi arrived in the picture, she successfully merged these two worlds together without a hinch.

38. Mannerism :
Haruhi may not have approved of the games the host club members played with their customers, but she apprecated the manners they paid to her, something the "commoner" boys never did.

39. “Kick the can” (soda can) :
Haruhi, at this age, had already outgrown the game of "Kick the can", but watching her friends having fun and enjoying this game which they never got a chance to try, made her feel obiliged to at least kick the soda can with them once in a while.

40. Crutches :
Bored of playing "Kick the can", Haruhi introduced another "commoner" game to her friends.

To her dismay, they spent the next few weeks racing each other while blanacing on crutches or bouncing in sacks.

Notes: These lines have got to be the worst I have ever written.

50_ouran themes; 21-30

Sat, 20 Jan 2007 16:20:27 GMT

21. Roses

The host club loved using roses. No matter what the occasion, when a customer entered the third music room, there would always be fragrant flower petals twirling out as if just to welcome them.

22. Tea Party

To get rid of the excess tea that wasn't used for the "tea ceremony themed" week, Kyoya threw a tea party just for the host club members and those who could afford the entrance ticket.

23. Bunny ~~(Usagi-chan)~~

Hunny loved bunny. So when Tamaki accidentally poured tea over Hunny's dear companion again, he freaked out. Mori once again helped save the day by saying that the bunny wanted to drink tea, which satisfied Hunny, though Tamaki wasn't so sure about that when he thought he saw an evil schemeing look in Hunny's eyes.

Turns out the price they had to pay was serve Hunny more sweet food.

24. (Spider) Web

Haruhi was unlike girls in many ways. One, she did not care about her gender. Two, she was not afraid of insects.

So when Tamaki was helping her spring clean her home, she had to save him each time from maybe a moth or daddy long legs, instead of the other way around.

25. Football

Believe or not, some guys on earth cannot appreciate a game of soccer.

However, these same group of guys love playing can-ball.

26. Limo

Though warning her very rich friends countless times not to arrive in front of her humble apartment in a limo, they ignored her pleas, saying it was too much trouble to take public transport nor wave a texi down when they had a chuffeur on standby to drive them around and pick them up at the request by phone.

27. “You’re under arrest”

"You're under arrest" [menacing voice]

"No, please no, don't take him away!" [pleading, close to crying voice]

"No, NO! Don't take me away from her!! NOO..." [pained, torn apart voice]

"CUT" [bossy director's voice]

28. Sweets

Haruhi knew Hunny senpai loved sweets, but she still got a shock after winessing him gobble up the whole table full of cakes and sweet during his birthday party at his home. She knew she should have expected that after being told the story by Hunny senpai's brother, but as always, seeing is believing.

29. Cross-dressing

Haruhi was okay with dressing up as a guy, but wondered how the other host club members could stand being dressed up as a girl. Other guys would hae considered it an insult and scoffed at the ridiculous sight she was witnessing now: All 6 guys were dressed in silk dresses with lace and petticoats and make up and the works, for the "Princess theme" for the week.

30. “Spring fling”

Haruhi never minded the seasons.

Till now.

In summer, they all spent days flirting at the beach with their customers, but only to a certain "extent" and managing to have fun at the same time since they were in public.

In autumn, they had halloween, as well as many class activites, which Haruhi in the past never cared about, but now enjoyed them immensly.

In winter, they all had the major exams to study for.

However, it was in spring that they had the "spring fling". While she was not happy was Kyoya always somehow stealing and auctioning away her things away to raise funds for the host club, she was more upset over the fact that Tamaki had to face his insolent grandmother of his and tolerate her slanderous behaviour.

Notes: Mostly short lines written while waiting for naruto 216 to load. Hope the damn fillers end soon=(

50_ouran themes; 11-20

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 10:27:09 GMT

11. heart-shaped candy

On Valentine's day:

"HARUUHIIIII~! For being such a nice and obedient daughter, daddy and mummy has decided to reward you with commoner's candy!~~~"

Tamaki handed over a heart shaped box tied with a thick pink ribbon to Haruhi. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Kyoya, wondering if he had any say in this.

As if he could always read people's minds, Kyoya cleared his throat and mumbled, "This, I really had no influence in."

12. Gender Identity

"WHAT?!"

All the host club's members stared at Ritsu, not believing their ears.

"You heard me right. If you don't allow me to enter the club as a customer and let me designate Haruhi all the time and allow me to date her, I will reveal her identity to the whole school. Now, will you let me in or not?!"

Kyoya, being kyoya, composed himself quickly. He pushed his glasses up higher up his nose as he calculated the risks his endless number of intricate plans could have.

Unexpectedly, Hunny senpai came to the rescue by pulling Ritsu out of the way, claiming that he was an eyesore.

Whatever happened during the time Hunny senpai and Ritsu were together is anyone's guess, but Ritsu never came to bother them ever again.

Plus a fornight later, when he finally appeared in school, he appeared to have all sorts of bandages under his shirt and a variety of blue, purple and red bruises were spotted on his skin which his school uniform couldn't cover.

13. Knee high socks

They all wore red dresses with laces and collars as well as the school logo and knee high socks and black shoes that represented them as St. Lobelia's Girls' Academy students.

But oh no, they were not any ordinary students.

They belonged to the white lily club.

Also known as the Zuka club.

And they were..

Benio, Chizuru and Hinako.

He hated all of them.

For trying to steal Haruki away from him, the king of the host club, not once, but twice.

That cheap actress Benio almost snatched Haruhi's second kiss away.

But she failed.

He smiled, wondering who Haruhi's second kiss would go to.

14. Ootoro

"My sweet daughter! Please don't do this to me! I'll be scared to death without you!"

"I said no."

"Please? You know you can't resist these eyes!" *shows puppy face and eyes.*

"Yes I can." Shei was determined to stand her ground without giving in.

"PLEASE?? I'll throw in some of those delicious Ootoro you love eating " * still with puppy face and eyes*

"Absolutely not". Though she said so, she felt her resolve weakening.

"A WHOLE BUFFET OF ANY KIND OF OOTORO DELICACIES MY COOKS CAN THINK UP OF?" *puppy face and eyes still eteched on*

Haruhi, being the gentle hearted girl she was, gave in.

So in exchange for getting sick after stuffing herself at a buffet of different Ootoro delicacies, she joined Tamaki's team for the annual halloween hide and seek.

15. Commoner-coffee

"And today, in celebartion of Haruhi's one year at the academy's prestigious host club, we will drink commoner's coffee and only commoner's coffee for today, where Haruhi first introduced us to the wonders of instant coffee."

Haruhi shook her head, wondering how long they would keep this "commoner this and that" up.

16. Roots

She rested her back on the hard dry wood, while trying to fit herself comfortably on the ground where they wasn't a root protruding through he ground.

She watched the others play AEIOU, plastic bottle soccer and hide and seek, wondering what kind of childhood these rich teenagers had, not even knowing how to play these simple games that she had played nearly all her life.

17. Sandal (s)

The skies begun to turn overcast, with heavy storm clouds coming into view.
She ran as fast as she could.
He wondered where she was.
Lightning flashed and thunder clashed.
She ran even faster.
He got worried and went out to wait for her.
It started drizzling.
She slipped and lost a sandal, but appeared not to notice.
He panicked and sent out a search party for her, while going off solo to look for her.
It started pouring.
Soon, she was too paralysed in fear even to move.
He tried anywhere he thought she would be.
The rainstorm engulfed her, drenching her from head to toe.
She shook violently and cried, wishing for anyone to be with her right now.
He saw her slipper in the mud.

He yelled her name.
She shut her mind from her surroundings, and didn't hear him.
He caught sight of a small figure with a tiny frame curled up in the middle of the path.
She remained oblivious to her surroundings, not hearing the splash of footsteps.
He ran to her and swept her up into his arms.
She clutched tightly onto the shirt of her knight in-a-polo-shirt.
He flinched when her fingernails dug into his skin, but instead pulled her closer to him.
She felt his warmth spread through her body.
His body protected her from the cold wind.
She stopped shivering.

The rain finally stopped.
He thanked all the gods that she was all right now.
A double rainbow appeared.
She thanked the heavens, stars and planets that he was always there for her.

18. Waltz

Step right, Step left, Step right, Step up, Step down, Turn...

Haruhi walked away from the ball room, tired of seeing seas of pink and blue dancing canon Waltz on the smooth polished floor.

She had spent the whole night exploring the ball room , seeing the crystal chandeliers, scented candles, silk tablecloths, silver tableware, tasting the exotic food dishes(unfortunately for some reason there wasn;t any Ootoro delicacies) and dancing with other female dancers.

This was one of the rare times when she felt that her gender mattered, and badly wanted to be known as a girl.

She wanted a pair of dancing shoes, that would be amazing for dancing.
She wanted a silk gown, that would swish against the floor everytime she moved.
She wanted an elegant hairstyle, that would make her look more feminine and smarter.
She wanted sapphire jewelley, that would make her feel prettier.

It can't be helped, she thought. I can only be a host or a girl in this school, and I choose to be a host.

She sighed, but tossed those thoughts out of her mind. Where were the others anyway? I don't think I saw any of them after the 3rd dance, and I was sure I saw Tamaki's customers pouting away when the couldn't find their "prince".

She opened the door to the Third music room, and was shocked to find the others frozen in position. Her mouth dropped open when she realised that the room was a perfect replica of the ball room. She almost fainted when she saw a yellow gown in Tamaki senpai's hands, a set of sapphire jewellery in Hunny senpai's, a pair shoes in Kaoru's and a wig in Hikaru's.

It was like a dream come true.

Only she couldn't believe it.

Hunny senpai was the first to move, and bounced up to Haruhi. "We didn't expect you to come here Haru-chan! We wanted to surprise you, but I geuss we failed. Since you're here, we should just start, shan't we?" He grabbed Haruhi's arm and pulled her to the dressing area, while the others got to their senses and handed over the other things.

While she enjoying her Ootoro delicacies(she suspected that they had stolen them from the page boy serving them), she turned at hearing Kyoya's voice. He smirked at her and commented, "For all the trouble we all had to go through, you're going to owe us one big time, as well as one big sum of money."

She knew anything good ever came free,but still choked on her food while she heard him say his signature line to her.

19. Mathematics

Mathematics was Tamaki's least favourite subject. It was all logic, unlike Literature which had hidden feelings and meanings in every sentence.

Unfortunately, it was not his choice to choose what he wanted to learn, and his favourite English and French Literature subjects was not allowed in his cirriculum, while Mathematics was a must to enable him to be a strong candidate for his Father's position.

20. “Lifestyles of the rich and famous”

Kyoya managed to earn millions for the club as he published a book on "The Life of a commoner". Haruhi, who provided him with most of the information, was insulted that their deal was broken was Kyoya used the word "commoner to describe almost everything the "commeners" used in the book.

She had no idea why she even thought of besting Kyoya, but she wrote "Lifestyles of the rich and famous" and sold the copyright to the newspaper club, who were more than happy to agree to her terms and conditions.

However, Kyoya somehow found out and hijacked every single copy of the book that the newspaper club had printed, with a threat to never sell anything that wasn't written by them.

Notes: Written when I couldn't take doing anymore maths homework.

50_ouran's themes; 1-10

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 09:50:49 GMT

01. Host/ess

Once Haruhi might have given anything not to be the host club's dog, but now she would give almost anything to stay in the club.

02. “Jealousy (rears its ugly head)”

Unaware of envious eyes around them, the two indulged themselves in their own little world.

Kaoru could only watch on helplessly. Though consumed with jealously, he tried pushing it away by reasoning with himself that all he ever wanted was his brother to be happy.

Kyoya looked on, burning within, thinking and then tossing away ideas on how to break up the two of them.

03. Strawberries

Hikaru dipped a lustrous red strawberry into pure fluffy cream, before using a finger to slowly pry his twin's lips apart.

"For the one and only person in my heart."

Kaoru looked away shyly, mouthing a quiet, "You really shouldn't have..."

"I'm afraid I must insist" repiled Hikaru, an almost evil grin on his face and domineering sparkle in his eyes.

Kaoru gives in, and daintly takes a bite off the tip if the strawberry.

FANGIRLS: *scream* - -one topples over and oses conciousness over the overwhelmingly sight of brotherly love she had just witnesed.

04. Tutor

Hikaru: Haurhi! How do you do question 2?
-haruhi skips over-
kaoru: Haruhi! What is this word?
-haruhi walks over-
Ritsu: Haruhi! What --
Tamaki: Haruhi! Come and read daddy a story!
Haruhi: Tamaki senpai! Let the first years' have their turn first. Geez, why did all of you quit tution if you really needed it. Now, Ritzu..
At the mention of his name, three heads turned round to send a death glare to the red headed unwelcomed and unauthorised personnal.

05. Bubble gum

Hunny sempai loved sweets more than his own brothers. Naturally, he thought the sweet "commoner gum" could be eaten. Haruhi escaped from a narrow death when Tamaki, Kyoya and the Hitachiin twins protected her from a hysterical Mori, who thought his dear master might die from the blue stretchable rubber.

06. Clock tower

Just as the clock chimed three, Haruhi opened the doors to the Third music room.

"Red rose petals twirls out in spirals"

Everyone: Wel--

She dashed in to change before the first customers could arrive.

07. Straw

Haruhi skipped along the beach, looking beautiful as the setting sun reflected of her skin and eyes, as the wind tugged at her straw hat, as the waves washed against her feet.

Kyoya was in a dilemma. How could she not see her worth? True, she was not rich, but she was special in a way no other rich girl he had met was.

08. Money talks

Haruhi wondered why Kyoya hadn't designated 500 customers to her for causing the club extra trouble when it was again time tfor the medical check ups.

Kyoya debated whether to designate 500 customers to her anyway, even after Tamaki had helped her pay her debt and double to keep his mouth shut on who her benefactor was.

09. First Date

Beelzenef popped out from behind the door.

"Would you like to--"

*AHHHH! Tamaki senpai! Save me!"

Nekozawa sighed and crossed off number 68 on his how to get a first date list.

10. Apron

Haruhi was dusting the house when she heard the door open.

"Wel--" she stopped dead in her tracks, rubbing her eyes to make sure that she wasn't seeing things.

"Haru-chan! Sorry for the surprise visit, but we all had a sudden urge to be in commoner surroundings and environment. "

Right.

"My dear daughter! Is that you in a pink apron? KAWAAIIII!" The blond stepped forward to give the shocked girl a hug.

Ryoji Fujioka stepped in just in time to send Tamaki flying into the opposite wall.

Notes: Rather random. Didn't turn out as I expected. Ah wells.

50_ouran themes, if i ever get around to doing them

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 06:24:08 GMT

01. Host/ess
02. “Jealousy (rears its ugly head)”
03. Strawberries
04. Tutor
05. Bubble gum
06. Clock tower
07. Straw
08. Money talks
09. First Date
10. Apron
11. heart-shaped candy
12. Gender Identity
13. Knee high socks
14. Ootoro
15. Commoner-coffee
16. Roots
17. Sandal (s)
18. Waltz
19. Mathematics
20. “Lifestyles of the rich and famous”
21. Roses
22. Tea Party
23. Bunny (Usagi-chan)
24. (Spider) Web
25. Foosball
26. Limo
27. “You’re under arrest”
28. Sweets
29. Cross-dressing
30. “Spring fling”
31. Frills
32. Subway
33. “Doctor and Patient”
34. Organ / church
35. Hats
36. (Your) arms
37. Taboo
38. Mannerism
39. “Kick the can” (soda can)
40. Crutches
41. Candle
42. Stained glass window
43. bi-polar
44. Okaa-san (Mother)
45. Otou-san (Father)
46. Martial arts
47. Sing me a song (songfic of your choice)
48. cos-play
49. Boxer glove
50. Wish

DONE! Surprisingly...

When one goes crazy...

Tue, 09 Jan 2007 11:06:30 GMT

Title: Rukia always wins
Notes: 7 day drabble in celebration of Rukia's birthday on ichi_ruki

Object: snow

As the sun begins to rise...

"ACHOOOOO!!!"

Silence.

"DAMMIT RUKIA! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE MY WINDOW OPEN AND GO OUT INTO THE GARDEN TO PLAY WITH SNOW AGAIN?!" yelled ichigo, his voice thundering through the whole house-and-clinic.

The girl that has caused him to be so hot tempered in such cooling weather ignored him as she tried catching snowflakes on her tongue. This was the first time in many centuries that she could touch real snow, and was dejected that she could only do it in a gigai's almost useless body. She stood knee length in the thick white blanket of snow, oblivious to the fact that although she could not feel the cold as normal humans did thanks to Shirayuki, her gigai's body was not holding out well and had already gotten frostbites on her bare toes.

Unlike her, the normally deemed "stupid" Ichigo by her noticed this, and grabbed a tissue book to stop his running nose as he picked up the phone and called the "URAHARA shoten stall".

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Phrase: "Please tell me that's not what I think it is."

"Please tell me that's not what I think it is." said Karakura Red, disbelieving her eyes.

"It is what you think it is, SEEING is BELIEVING after all, right?" said Kon, mischief shining brightly in his pale round plastic eyes.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT AND DOING IN MY ROOM?! WHAT.........." Ichigo's demanding voice trailed off as he stared at what the other two were looking at.

He felt his face flushed bright red was embarrassment, red slowly rising from his neck to the very top edges of his spiky shocking-orange hair.

Karakura Red, mistaking his silence as shock that his deepest, darkest secret had been found out, rushed out of the room and getting very excited and yelling for Isshin, which was very unlike her.

In her rush, she tripped over a step and landed smack into Rukia, accidentally kissing her full on the lips at the same time. "UGHHH!" and a whole string of curses could be heard on the ground level.

Then, a high pitched "NEEEESAANNNN~~~" could be heard, before a punch staight into Kon's face from Rukia shut him up. Suddenly remembering the secret stash of Chappy goods she had stored in Ichigo's closet, she raced up the stairs, hoping that Ichigo hadn't found them out yet and figured out where her new year's textbook money had gone to...

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Object: a can of soda

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"

*BAMB*

Ichigo had been literally rolling on the floor with laughter, before Rukia once-again-and-not-surprisingly caught him by surprise as her foot hit him squarely on the head.

"OWW! What did you do that for, bitch?..."Ichigo mumbled out before another look at Rukia's appearance threw him back into a fit of laughter.

Another punch colliding directly on his nose made tears whelm up his eyes, though Rukia was unsure whether they were tears of laughter or pain.

Annoyed, Rukia reached into the closet, before an unsuspecting orange plushie jumped, aiming staight for her breasts, whailing "NEEESAAANNN-", and once again Rukia's fist made impact with another nose, though this time it was a soft toy's hard cold leather one.

"Boys" she thought, furious at them, and unknowingly crushed the can of soda in her other hand, before reaching into the closet for a flowery pattern dress and entering the bathroom to change.

"I've have to remember to ask Urahara to make her a cheaper and less durable and flexible replacement body next time. But then again, the pain was worth it," thought Ichigo as he grinned at the image of Rukia covered in Soda after opening a can of soda each time.

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Phrase: "You better be sick or dead."

"kurosaki-san! Kurosaki-san!!"

"What the hell.." muttered Ichigo. This was supposed to be a free period that he used for revision, as being a shinigami representative had taken a toll on his usual timetable for schoolwork at home. He put on his best "pissed off" expression, regretting it almost immediately as he saw the worrying and anxious look in Orihime's eyes.

Wanting for her to catch her breathe (it seemed that she had dashed all the way up to the third level of the school to class), he looked at the clock and twirled his pen around impatiently. Twenty more minutes till the period was over as well as school ended for the rest of the day, meaning for shitty shinigami slaughtering hollows work.

"It's Rukia-san..."She began, before being cut of by a loud voice with a lazy slang. "Watcha doing here reading those useless books for, idiit?! Rukia's in trouble!" The red head thwacked Ichigo on the head with one of the thickest textbooks in sight, then pulled him out of the classroom.

" You better be sick or dead," he though silently to Rukia, as he heard the protesting voice of Keigo shouting, "Ichigo! Don't leave me out of the fun you and your cousin are having!! ICHHIIGOOOO!!"

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Object: a carousel

Looking at the surroundings he had ended up in, Ichigo was ready to tear of every strand of Renji's hair out of the huge head containing a puny brain. "FIRST ORIHIME COMES RUNNING IN TELLING ME SOMETHING ABOUT RUKIA, THEN YOU DRAG ME OFF TO SOME, SOME, CARNIVAL CIRCUS?!" he spat out furiously, unable to contain his anger. "ARE YOU HERE TO GO FOR SOME CHILDREN'S TRAIN RIDE OR MAYBE TRY OUT THE..the... CAROUSEL?!"

"Of course not, idoit. Anyway, just so you know, Rukia's creating a scene up there, jumping across the three highest carriages on the ferris wheel, scaring at the hell out of the couple's in there" he said, ending with a muffled chuckle.

"What the hell does she think she's doing?!" if not for the glass bottle he spotted Rukia holding in her hand, he might have thought that the scene was pretty amusing. Running into one of the tents and almost colliding into a panting Orihime who had just managd to catch up with them, he grabbed his wooden amulet was a flaming skull on it and pushed it into his body. After an electrifying moment, he was inhis shinigami state, invisible to everyone except to the dead, shinigamis, hollows and those rare people with high energy powers. He tossed his body lightly into Orihime's arms, nearly knocking her over. "Take care of me fo me for a moment ya?" without waiting for a reply, he shon-poued up to where Rukia was dancing.

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Phrase: "My brother wants to speak with you."

"My brother wants to speak with you." said Rukia solemny, as a hell butterfly fluttered gracefully to land on Ichigo's shoulder.

"May I know what my sister was doing, disgracing herself in full view of the public, dancing around drunk?" inquired Byakuya in a cold direct voice.

"HOW WOULD I KNOW?! SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LYING IN BED SICK ANYWAY, AND.."

"I would propose that you speak to be in a normal tone, ryoka. " Byakuya's tone insulting Ichigo thoroughly.

"As I was saying, taichou, ......" The connection of both butterflies became disrupted for a moment before the sixth captain's steel voice came back onto the line. In the background, Ichigo could have sworn that he could hear Matsumoto's protesting cries as she fought against something.

"I believe I have misjudged you this time,(Ichigo has a sumg look on his face) but if I ever catch my sister disgracing the Kuchiki name while in your care again, I would not spare a moment's hesitation to fight one-on-one with you again and win this time."

-CLICK-

Ichigo watched the hell butterfly fly away into the darkness, wondering if he could ever have the chance to kick the sissy boy's ass again for all the insults thrown at him.

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Object: Kon

Rukia, seeing the butterfly fluttering into the night, knew that she was no longer needed and took a step towards the door.

"Rukia..."

She twitched and turned around to face the exasperated orange haired guy flopped over his bed.

"Just what were you thinking?...You know normal humans can't do things like that. Do you have any idea just how many people's memories we had to reonstruct with such a unbelieveing tale that I can't believe it even passed off?"

Kuchikis' do not have shame and suffer from guilt, thought Rukia. (Byakuya keeps his thoughts and feelings to himself)

But that look in her partner's eyes that demanded the whole truth and nothing else shoke her resolve.

It's not like its a big issue anyway, she continued.

Kon popped in.

"She-was-depressed-after-you-threw-away-all-her-chappy-goods-that-last-round-and-once-again-tricked-her-into-opening-a-soda-can-full-of-as-that-just-blasted-the-liquid-inside-into-her-face-after-she-having-a-hard-time-opening-it. So-she-joined-Matsumoto-in-a-one-her-drinking-sake-sessions." he gushed out.

"WHAT KINDA DUMB EXCUSE IS IT?!" cried Ichigo.

"YOU WERE THE ONE ALWAYS SHAKING THE CAN OF SODA SO IT SQUIRTED INTO MY FACE?!" cried Rukia at the exact same time.

There was murder in her eyes.

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Phrase: "That does not go there."

"That does not go there."

"Then where? Not under your bed nor pillow, not behind the toliet bowl, not on your table.." said a low pitched female voice, rambling along.

His mind shutting out what she was saying, Ichigo shook his head in despair.

I can't believe I actually agreed to let her have Chappy goods I threw out back he thought. I must really have been brainwashed by one of those mind manipulating kidou tricks that Soul society has refused to inform me about due to being a ryoka. Her reason for getting drunk was so lame anyway. Who gets drunk over spilled soda and dumb rabbit goods?! Kon must have been lying, as he stared at the green pill that he had tossed onto table after yanking it mercilessly from the lion's plushie body.

Ah, I believe why now. She nearly drowned me in soda after finding out the culprit who shoke her drinks and won't have stopped till I persuaded her with this.