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- Tittle: The Sister Type
Ouran High School Host Club Rated: T
Drama/Romance Chapters: 6 – Words: 24,875
Snippet/Summery: The memory brought an embarrassed blush up across his nose. In a way it all made sense, Honey was so fond of cute things, but Takashi had never felt more shocked than when his eyes had caught sight of her wearing that rather provocative shirt. He’d been expecting to see an overweight teenage boy and instead he got…Toru. Kyoya’s protégée is Haruhi’s “sister.” Mori/OC
- Survival of the Fittest
There were several figures all huddled together in the shade of the tree near the wall, but one stood tall above the others. Her hair was pinned up without care and it jutted out here and there giving her a spiky silhouette in the shadows. She was dressed quite plainly in a black cotton yukata and her back was turned toward them so they couldn’t see what she was doing.
“You’ll have to come closer,” she murmured. The children seemed unsure, but a young boy leaned in close, wary eyes flickering to her face. Everyone held their breath as she drew him further away from the others. It was a subtle movement, one the boy didn’t seem conscious of mirroring.
The trap sprang with a snap of a movement, her stance from beckoning to predatory in an instant. She pounced and collided with the child, cradling him gently as they rolled on the grass. When they’d stopped, she’d pinned him to the ground. Her fingers elicited squeals as he wriggled to escape the tickling. Mitsukuni’s smile was bright when he realized the older girl was just the person they were looking for. His eyes flashed over to see what his stoic cousin was thinking as he laid eyes on the girl their parents intended for him to marry.
- Kitty Candy
“What are you doing, un?” Deidara’s amused voice was much clearer now. Kisame looked over to see that Kakuzu and Hidan had also been freed from the warm confines of the woman’s front pocket.
“Uh…” his eyes followed the movement of the woman’s hands, which lead to a worthy distraction of his embarrassing predicament, “Hey, look at that…”
The four kittens watched in amusement as Sasori’s fluffy head popped out of the top of woman’s shirt. The girl laughed, “Hey, that tickles!” She gently pulled him through her collar the rest of the way and sat him in the basket with the others.
“Not a single word…” the hiss was soft, but the threat was not. Teasing was forestalled, the next kitten to be released from her shirt was Itachi and he glared at the others as well, adding his own silent warning. Konan was next, but she turned to watch the woman who still had their leader.
Frailia pulled her arms inside her hoodie and slide out of it. Her left hand was pressed gently against the last kitten, making sure he wasn’t jostled. “Alright baby doll, lets see what the damage is.”
- A Familiar’s Tale
Before I knew which end was up she’d grabbed me and thrown me into this weird looking casting circle and then I was here, alone, in the middle of a wet, creepy fuckin’ forest.
For the first few minutes I ran in a circle screaming “WHATTHEHELLWHATTHEHELLWHATTHEHELL?!?!?!” as I tripped over my paws and had a thorough panic. I was typically good in emergencies. I was always the one who kept a calm head in the midst of danger, but this was so beyond the realm of what I was capable of dealing with, it was so deep in the “What the Fuck” territory that I’m not really ashamed of my response. I mean seriously, who gets turned into a fucking cat this day in age?
Apparently, this gal.
- Sex and the Kitties
- The Secret Life of Poesy Potts
The metallic tang of her blood cleared her mind a little. All one of the assholes had to do was walk around the kiosk to see that they weren’t as alone as they thought they were.
“We need to pull back and regroup. We lost the target, we’re being pursued, and a good number of our force have already been taken out.” The quieter of the two was walking again, moving around to the side of the kiosk.
Poe forced her body to relax, if he did walk around, she would appear to be unconscious. It was difficult, her body wanted to tremble in fear, but movement could mean death and that notion clamped down on her muscles, hand still latched around the pen in her pocket.
The other man snarled and hit the kiosk again. This time there was an answering roar, much closer than any of the previous had been. All Poe’s brain could comprehend at the moment was that Dr. Hammond must have been doing a jig in his grave because that had to have been a T-Rex. The assholes jumped into action and started shooting in the direction it came from.
Thud, thud, thud, Thud Thud, CRACK! The ground seemed to explode where it landed. It was huge, built like the titan Atlas and colored an intense radioactive green. The woman flinched, covering her head to protect it from debris raining like shrapnel. The Kiosk was knocked completely away and she was left curled on the ground in the open.