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beachlassGanked from kilerkki, who initiated this meme, and nezuko
1. Pick four unfinished stories, fandom or original.
2. Post the title and summary of each, along with four lines or four paragraphs.
3. Let the commenters vote on which one you should finish.
4. If you like it, pass it on!
So I wasn't going to do this; because I didn't think I had 4 unfinished stories, and I certainly can't make promises to be writing until after.... oh, god, until mid-March, stupid schoolwork.
And I didn't think I had 4 unfinished stories, but I think, maybe, I do..
Would you rather see the next part of:
Bodies (Sasuke arrives home) or Hot Soup (Genma and Kakashi and, uh, hot soup) or the fourth part of Henge: Disguises Expectations Perceptions (this is the set of stories where Sasuke is working undercover for Sound with a really good set of henge disguises.
Or this piece of crack crossover fic, which I had previously refrained from inflicting on the world.
cookie for you if you can name the mysterious crossover girl
Although Sasuke’s face retained its habitual look of detached boredom, his
inner monologue was a little agitated. How could Orochimaru send him off on
this ridiculous errand? Looking for some girl with a set of spells that
could heal, or repel… it sounded like some sort of preposterous fairytale.
Although Orochimaru himself was not that far off the wiked monster that
lured sweet young things… wait a minute, his mind was wandering. Uchiha
Sasuke was an avenger, not a sweet young thing, lured away by the wicked
witch, lured by promises too good to be true, and a price too horrible to
pay. Right. This wasn’t a fairytale.
Sasuke’s inner monologue finally checked itself, as he finally made visual
contact with the target: the girl’s face matched the headshot he’d been
given for identification, and looking at her, he suddenly knew why Kabuto
had smirked when he’d handed over the picture. She was pretty, in just the
way that Kabuto liked to twist and hurt and wreck (and Sasuke’s stomach
knotted at the thought… years worked in Sound, and he still wasn’t
reconciled to the pleasure Kabuto wrung from inflicting pain.) She was
pretty, but pretty and never turned Sasuke’s head too much. Nothing had
turned Sasuke’s head, his tunnel vision focused on attaining power… nothing
until about a year prior, when he had found himself unable to tear his eyes
away from the waitress’s breasts in the tea room they were resting in.
Suddenly, he was aware of breasts, and he was so damn observant, watching
for attacks, attentive to his surroundings, that he found himself noticing
breasts all the time. Sometimes they were bound with bandages for training,
sometimes barely supported, barely covered with cloth, almost spilling out
more than he thought he could handle seeing. And he wasn’t always able to
avert his eyes quickly enough, or, if he could see the soft flesh pillowing
gently, shifting at a cloth neckline, he couldn’t always control the slight
flush on his cheeks. And Kabuto, damn him, had noticed… had noticed, and
had filed away in his interminable list of others’ weaknesses, that Sasuke
was distracted by breasts. And had sent him on this stupid mission to pick
up some girl (and his mouth sneered at the thought, girls always, still,
always fawning over him like he was some delicious pastry and not a
killer). Kabuto had done this on purpose.
Best be done, then. As quickly as possible. (Especially since he was
beginning to notice that his clothes were beginning to draw attention.)
Scowling, he walked over the girl (with the fantastic breasts, even from a
distance, gods)… the girl in the grey uniform.
1. Pick four unfinished stories, fandom or original.
2. Post the title and summary of each, along with four lines or four paragraphs.
3. Let the commenters vote on which one you should finish.
4. If you like it, pass it on!
So I wasn't going to do this; because I didn't think I had 4 unfinished stories, and I certainly can't make promises to be writing until after.... oh, god, until mid-March, stupid schoolwork.
And I didn't think I had 4 unfinished stories, but I think, maybe, I do..
Would you rather see the next part of:
Bodies (Sasuke arrives home) or Hot Soup (Genma and Kakashi and, uh, hot soup) or the fourth part of Henge: Disguises Expectations Perceptions (this is the set of stories where Sasuke is working undercover for Sound with a really good set of henge disguises.
Or this piece of crack crossover fic, which I had previously refrained from inflicting on the world.
cookie for you if you can name the mysterious crossover girl
Although Sasuke’s face retained its habitual look of detached boredom, his
inner monologue was a little agitated. How could Orochimaru send him off on
this ridiculous errand? Looking for some girl with a set of spells that
could heal, or repel… it sounded like some sort of preposterous fairytale.
Although Orochimaru himself was not that far off the wiked monster that
lured sweet young things… wait a minute, his mind was wandering. Uchiha
Sasuke was an avenger, not a sweet young thing, lured away by the wicked
witch, lured by promises too good to be true, and a price too horrible to
pay. Right. This wasn’t a fairytale.
Sasuke’s inner monologue finally checked itself, as he finally made visual
contact with the target: the girl’s face matched the headshot he’d been
given for identification, and looking at her, he suddenly knew why Kabuto
had smirked when he’d handed over the picture. She was pretty, in just the
way that Kabuto liked to twist and hurt and wreck (and Sasuke’s stomach
knotted at the thought… years worked in Sound, and he still wasn’t
reconciled to the pleasure Kabuto wrung from inflicting pain.) She was
pretty, but pretty and never turned Sasuke’s head too much. Nothing had
turned Sasuke’s head, his tunnel vision focused on attaining power… nothing
until about a year prior, when he had found himself unable to tear his eyes
away from the waitress’s breasts in the tea room they were resting in.
Suddenly, he was aware of breasts, and he was so damn observant, watching
for attacks, attentive to his surroundings, that he found himself noticing
breasts all the time. Sometimes they were bound with bandages for training,
sometimes barely supported, barely covered with cloth, almost spilling out
more than he thought he could handle seeing. And he wasn’t always able to
avert his eyes quickly enough, or, if he could see the soft flesh pillowing
gently, shifting at a cloth neckline, he couldn’t always control the slight
flush on his cheeks. And Kabuto, damn him, had noticed… had noticed, and
had filed away in his interminable list of others’ weaknesses, that Sasuke
was distracted by breasts. And had sent him on this stupid mission to pick
up some girl (and his mouth sneered at the thought, girls always, still,
always fawning over him like he was some delicious pastry and not a
killer). Kabuto had done this on purpose.
Best be done, then. As quickly as possible. (Especially since he was
beginning to notice that his clothes were beginning to draw attention.)
Scowling, he walked over the girl (with the fantastic breasts, even from a
distance, gods)… the girl in the grey uniform.
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