fic fodder from LA Times 8/18/04


" One quality McAdams and Craven both touched upon when talking about Murphy's qualities was his eyes.

"I couldn't believe they were real," said Craven. "I don't think I've ever seen eyes quite that shade, such a pale but a very, very bright blue."

"They're very hypnotic," McAdams said. "In a creepy way and in a very charming way."

In that respect, they helped Murphy out, since his character has to be charming at the start and then intimidating as the film goes on. Murphy seemed amused by the amount of effort that went into "reading" his eyes.

"I just use them for looking at things," Murphy said with a smile."

Disclaimer: Don’t own Hellsing or X/1999. This is PWP, live with it.
M/M, yaoi, slash, call it what you like I don’t care, just know what it is.
Meeting in the Park

Seishirou inhaled deeply the London smog. He readjusted his sunglasses as he watched the evening crowd enjoyed the Japanese festival. It paled in compared of the one in Japan but his prey was in this crowd. Seishirou exhaled the smog and disappeared in the crowd.
Alcurd yawned as he watch the crowd. He turned his back to crowd to head back to the Hellsing manor when something tugged the back of his mind. Alcurd tilt his head, focus, and lazy smirk across his face. “Tonight may not be a total wasted.”
Seishirou spotted his prey leaving the crowd. He causally lit his cigarette as he followed his prey down the street. A smile crossed the assassin’s face as the victim entered the park. Seishirou said a quick chant to set up his illusion. His smile increase when he felt the pull of recanation. Seishirou was going to enjoy this assignment.
Alcurd quickly came up on the illusion shield. He sensed that the shield was made up of different kind of magic, darker and eastern. It had almost a tree like quality. Alcurd placed his gloved hands on the shield and the shield let him in.

plot pieces so I can work on them at school.

He begins to drown in his blue ocean. He was drowning and Tatsumi was the only who could save him. Tatsumi blink, giving him a change to breathe. Tatsumi looked down in his cup, feeling uncomfortable from Tsuzuki’s stare.
“So.” Tatsumi cleared this throat, trying to control the downward spiral.
Tsuzuki tried to make eye contact, trying to tell to tell him that he was slipping under the water again. Tsuzuki’s violet eyes pleaded to be save, to be love.
“Don’t look away from Tatsumi, don’t look away from me.” Tears threaten to spill. Tsuzuki knew that he was playing rough but he needed Tatsumi to say or do something. Anything but looks away from him.
Tatsumi clamped down his rising anger to Tsuzuki, Angry at Tsuzuki’s helplessness. Sitting across from him is the god of the twelve, wanting, no, needing him, a shadow master to save him. Tatsumi raised his teacup to his lips.

Didn't finish Kusanagi. Oh well, I should finish it later.

Kusanagi walked up to his government issues house. He touched the bush as he walk up, feeling the plant's life coursing through his fingers. He slowly opened the door. " Meow." His tabby cat rubbed up against him, purring that his owner was home. Kusanagi smile and pick his cat. His cat began to purr louder. He head butt Kusanagi. Kusanagi laughed and walked over to his kitchen. He sat the cat down on the counter and opened the freezer. " Meeeeooow!" " Hungry, aren't you little one." The cat with it's tail high in the air walk around in a circle, crying. Kusanagi pet the cat with his large hands. " Just a minute." Kusanagi put his frozen dinner in the microwave. Then he got the cat dish and the dry food. " Puuurrrrrrrrrrrr." His cat rubbed against him, showering Kusanagi with affection. " Here." He put the dish down. Then he grabbed his finish dinner and sat down at the table. Kusanagi and his cat ate their dinner peacefully.
Kusanagi signed as he washed the dishes. It was a long day at the firing range. He was teaching a new squad how to fire the 155m Howitzer. He was sure that Private Sato was going to overheat the gun. He laughed under neither his breath as he put the dishes away. Private Sato’s face was priceless after the mishap. Kusanagi walked out to his garden.
“Meow.” His cat followed him out. Kusanagi smiled as he looked across his garden. It was a little garden, the Japanese military housing had small lots, but still he was proud of his garden. He followed the path, checking each plant. He removed a brown leaf here, and dead branch there.

a posible yu yu story

“Over the hills and through the valley,”
“ Live a bear, a big fuzzy bear!”
“ Wrong story.”
“Oops!”
“ Like I was saying… Over the hills…”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaa! Save me!”
A little pink fuzzy ball jumped into Storyteller’s arm. His brother, a big green fuzzy was cashing him with a wuffle bat.
“Enough! I want peace and quite so I can tell my story!” yell the Storyteller.
“ Sorry.” The fuzz balls hung their heads low and walk out of the room.
“Now where was I?”
“ At the being.”
“Oh yeah! Well this story began a long time ago, before…

Disclaimer. : I don’t own them, someone else does.

Kusanagi walked up to his government issues house. He touch the bush as he walk up, feeling the plant's life coursing through his fingers. He slowly opened the door. " Meow." His tabby cat rubbed up against him, purring that his owner was home. Kusanagi smile and pick his cat. His cat began to purr louder. He head butt Kusanagi. Kusanagi laughed and walked over to his kitchen. He sat the cat down on the counter and opened the freezer. " Meeeeooow!" " Hungry, aren't you little one." The cat with it's tail high in the air walk around in a circle, crying. Kusanagi pet the cat with his large hands. " Just a minute." Kusanagi put his frozen dinner in the microwave. Then he got the cat dish and the dry food. " Puuurrrrrrrrrrrr." His cat rubbed against him, showering Kusanagi with affection. " Here." He put the dish down. Then he grabbed his finish dinner and sat down at the table. Kusanagi and his cat ate their dinner peacefully.

1st army divison, in tokyo, easten army, about infantary or field artialy, 155m howitzer ( gun) maybe help out after an earthquake? Havn't pick a rank but i think it won't matter.

The irony of life
A day in the life of Kusanagi Shiyuu.

" Fire!" The 155m Howitzer reashade back from the explostion. " Sir, we miss the the targert by five meters." "Again" belowed Kusanagi. " Yes Sir!" saulate the first Liutent. " Coodinates are 005, 007" " 005,007, Sir" " Fire!" The gun hit it's mark.

Kusanagi Shiyuu

a good page for JGSD
their rank

I now know who I'm going write for the OD challege. It's going to be .Kusangi ( total mispell)

not quite sure if it's flows but proof that I'm still working on my story "and the Gods played"

Nagasaki
Clotho looked around and wrinkled her nose in disgust. She did not like port towns, and Nagasaki was not different. “ Different part of the world, different time, same smell.” She thought to herself as she walked through the booths. “Same pointless crap. I will be happy when this world is over. Now where did that bitch want to me at?” Clotho looked around.
A little girl, no more than 8 or 9 tugged at Clotho’s sleeve.
“What do you want?” Clotho asked, being annoyed at the little girl’s forwardness.
“Well, Clotho. You wouldn’t ever notice me anyways.” Hope smiled at Clotho. Clotho just stared down at the child. Hope just way her hand. “ Don’t ask. But I need to show you something.” “Why?” “ To give you a head up, that you and your sisters will lose your bet in the Final Day.” Hope pointed to a hill. “ I wan to show you what happen on that hill.” “Why should I care?"“ Because, like in Europe, it will tip the balance in my favor or did you forget what happen there. I know the road will be tough, but it’s not my ace up sleeve.” Clotho stop and look at her. “ Like I will tell you. Let’s go.” Hope grab Clotho’s hand and drag her to the hill site. " Do you smell it?" "What?" Clotho was getting annoy with Hope dragging her up the hill. " Do you smell it?" " No!!!" They reach the top of Nishizaka Hill. " Death." Hope pointed to the crosses beside them. "They have been use yet." Clotho replied, not really caring. Hope shook her head. " Fine, leave then. You guys miss the last crucifixion, and we all know how happy you where." Clotho glared at Hope. Her sisters where caught in a trap so they miss the crucial crucifixion about 1500 years ago. The event tailspin the outcome of the "Final Day." Clotho was trying to fix it." Why are you giving me this heads up?" " Because you are all ready too late. The wheel shifted again, Clotho. Oh, I also want you to see what your pride is doing to these mortals." A crowd from the city was marching forward. “ Look at them, Clotho. Christens who are going to be executed. Do you see the one?” Hope pointed to the red-hair man in the middle of the crowd. Clotho narrowed her eyes. Hope just laughed. “ Again you are too late. His wife is with child.” Clotho stiffened up. The crowd drew closer, shouting for the death of the Christians. “ It’s funny but appropriate that the fire- bearer comes from a christen line.” “Death to the Christians and Death to their god!” Yelled the crowd. One of the town people tossed down a bible and pictures of Madonna and Child. “ If you deny your faith, you will live. If not, you will be executed according to your faith.” The crowd pushed on the condemned men. “ Do you want to watch Clotho? This is what your sisters and the gods have forced mortals to do.” The red hair man refused to deny his faint. The crowd roared. The town men grab the red man and tied him to the cross. Clotho turned to Hope. “ I want to meet the water bear family.” “ Why? You don’t want to see the horrors of the world.” “I know what happens.” The men raised the cross with the red hair man on it. “ And I want to stop you, Clotho. You have no right to determine the path of mortals.” “ And you have the right, Hope?” The man moaned as the crowd mocked him. His wife wept at his feet. “ No, but the world will end on a different path.” Clotho shrugged and walked down the hill. “ I will not let you or your sisters win.” Hope mutter underneath her breath.
Hope walked over to the red hair man’s wife. “ Kasumi-san.” The woman looked up at the child standing beside her. “ Peace be on to you.” The woman blinked. “ Child, you should not be here.” One of the town men picked up a spear. Kasumi-san noticed that the man with the spear was coming to her husband. She screamed and jumped at the man. Hope and other people from the crowd hold Kasumi-san backed. The man stabbed her husband, killing him. Blood spatter on the crowd and Kasumi-san screamed. She sagged in her neighbor’s arm. Hope took her sleeve and wipe some of the blood of Kasumi-san’s face. The crowd was rejoicing as Kasumi-san’s neighbor and Hope took Kasumi-san back home
Clotho walked backed into town. The crowd cheers died down as she turned the hill. A young man walked towards her, carrying a bucket. “Excused me, but do know where I can get some water." The young man smiled. "Follow me. There's a well nearby." Clotho looked beside them. Hope and the neighbor where carrying Kasumi-san down the hillside. " Did they crucify her husband?" Clotho just nodded her head. " Poor Kasumi-san, with child no less." He hung his head. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Kigai-san." Clotho still watching them, not really paying any attention on what Kigai-san was saying. " Clotho. Your family deals with water magic, right?" Kigai-san hooked his bucket up and began to lower it down in the well. " I guess so." Clotho leaned beside the well. " Can you show me what you can do?" she as in a flirtatious tone. Kigai-san smiled and closed his eyes. He raised his hand and with a flip of his wrist, the water from the well came swirling up. Clotho gasped in surprise and clap for joy. Kigai-san's grin got bigger. But then his hand began to shake and he lost control. The column of water crashed, getting Clotho and Kigai-san wet. "I'm sorry, but I just don't have enough power to control it." Clotho just smiled. " It's ok. One of your future children will have enough power to control rivers of water."

A day in the park with Seishirou ( or why you don't let him have ice cream)

"It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others." She pick up a scarp of paper and read the quote. She let go of the paper, watching it twist and turn in the breeze.

"It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others."
"Clever people master life; the wise illuminate it and create fresh difficulties."
-Emil Nolde
"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
-Nietzsche
"No passion in the world is equal to the passion to alter someone else's draft."
-H. G. Wells
"Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit more."
-Mark Twain
random quotes that I might use one day

Back to Highlander/Gw crossover. (tnn is wonderful! showing highlander. :) makes me very happy)


Some Zulu time thing

"Kid" was running up the hills of Seacover, with the trill of blood lust rushing thru his veins. He had not kill that many people in an imate way since the war. Still there was a diffence of shooting up a building than killing with a sword.Sword killing is more imante, more sexual. " Kid" reached the old Turour house, without color glass windows. He wiped his feet and enter into the house.
"Good moring." A leggy auburn hair woman walking into the kicten. " How was your morining." "Kid" just smirked. " You made it on the news, my love." The woman click the remote control. The moring news was covering the scened at the Preventers' headquaters. "Hmm. Pass the milk." The woman draped herself over "Kid"'s shoulders and place a kiss undereither his ear. " Come up stairs, Kenway." she nip at the bottom of his ear. " Let's celebate." Kenway turn around and grab her. "Why wait, Ulva?" He crushed his mouth on to her's . She moaned as he lead them to the couch. The news report played in the background.

A day in the life of Fuuma Monou aka the Dark Kamui by Dr. Larry Hoffemen of Unvistrey of Roswell Paranomal

A study of the normal behavoir of a "Dark Meissah"

(talk about a normal day)

I think I will use this rewrite

Putting on the gloves.
It was one on those rare nights in Tokyo. The winter storm from the day before, clean the air up. The winter sky was dark and piecing. “An appropriate night to start life over again.” Thought Subaru to himself as he walked towards to one of many name less parks that dotted Tokyo Bay’s shoreline. He sat down at one of the many benches with grace and pose. He pulled out a cigarette, light it, and inhale, enjoying the nicotine rush. Subaru laid back and signed. The stars where not as bright as their where up north, but he could still see Ursa Major. He exhaled and watch the smoked curled up into the sky. Subaru looked at his hand that was holding the cigarette. “ I should be where gloves tonight, it’s a bit cold.” He laughed at thought. Hands that where finally free to touch the world. He inhaled again and watched the night sky.
Subaru traced the star on the back on his hand absentmindedly. Hands marked by blood. The first time he saw blood not of his own was by the Sakura. Blood, which forced him to hide from the world. Not in a physical sense, but is spiritual sense. He should not touch the world, fearing that he would taint it. He was guilty of Sakura’s sins be default. A personal hell incased by gloves.
Subaru stared back up at the night sky. He noticed a satellite’s streak across the sky. He found Ursa Major and followed the seven stars that mark the players down. He sighed at the sight. “Fate is truly is a funny thing. Was he really a dragon of heaven or a dragon of the earth? Or now is he beyond it.” Subaru asked the night sky. The tree was calling to him to feed it. He shrugged, ignoring the whining tree, but determined to finish his cigarette.
“ Life is full of cruel irony.” The one condemn him, was the one who set him free. But the cost was too high. His sister’s love pours out in blood. Sisterly love that set him free from the Sakura’s sin. But he threw it back in anger. He wanted his blood to pay for his sins. The sin of love. Guilt drove him to the bridge. Love forced him to fight. “ And what did that get me?” thought Subaru. He looked across Tokyo Bay. “ That.” Looking at the fallen Rainbow Bridge.
The tree’s calls became more demanding. Subaru finish his cigarette and threw it on the ground. He got up and rubbed the butt out with heal of his boot. Subaru watch the water’s reflection dance around ruins. There, in all its glory, was the fallen Rainbow Bridge. Where his old life ended. He looked at his hands again. The mark lightly flared up and died back down. Subaru now knew what he wanted. But first it was time to buy another pair of gloves. He will mark himself, choosing by his freewill. And only his blood will remove these gloves. He turned around and walked off to Ueno Park.

a rewrite. the compute is acting up.
Putting on the gloves.
It was one on those rare nights in Tokyo. The winter storm from the day before, clean the air up. The winter sky was dark and piecing. “An appropriate night to start life over again.” Thought Subaru to himself as he walked towards to one of many name less parks that dotted Tokyo Bay’s shoreline. He sat down at one of the many benches with grace and pose. He pulled out a cigarette, light it, and inhale, enjoying the nicotine rush. Subaru laid back and sided. The stars where not as bright as their where up north, but he could still see Ursa Major. He exhaled and watch the smoked curled up into the sky. Subaru looked at his hand that was holding the cigarette. “ I should be where gloves tonight, it’s a bit cold.” He laughed at thought. Hands that where finally free to touch the world. He inhaled again and watches the night sky.
Subaru traced the star on the back on his hand absentmindedly. Hands marked by blood. The first time he saw blood not of his own was by the Sakura. Blood, which forced him to hide from the world. Not in a physical sense, but is spiritual sense. He should not touch the world, fearing that he would taint it. He was guilty of Sakura’s sins be default. A personal hell incased by gloves.
Subaru stared back up at the night sky. He noticed a satellite’s streak across the sky. He found Ursa Major and followed the seven stars that mark the players down. He sighed at the sight. “Fate is truly is a funny thing. Was he really a dragon of heaven or a dragon of the earth? Or now is he beyond it.” Subaru asked the night sky. The tree was calling to him to feed it. He shrugged, ignoring the whining tree, but determined to finish his cigarette.
“ Life is full of cruel irony.” The one condemn him, was the one who set him free. But the cost was too high. His sister’s love pours out in blood. Sisterly love that set him free from the Sakura’s sin. But he threw it back in anger. He wanted his blood to pay for his sins. The sin of loving the man who condom him from the world. Guilt drove him to the bridge. Love forced him to fight. “ And what did that get me?” thought Subaru. He looked arcoss Tokyo Bay. “ That.” Looking at the fallen Raindow Bridge.
The tree’s calling became more demanding. Subaru finish his cigarette and threw it on the ground. He got up and rubbed the butt out with heal of his boot. He finally looked across the bay. There, in all it’s glory, was the fallen Rainbow Bridge. Where his old life ended. He looked at his hands again. The mark lightly flared up and died back down. Subaru now knew what he wanted. But first it was time to buy an other pair of gloves. He will mark himself, choosing on his freewill. And only his blood will remove these gloves. He turned around and walked off to Ueno park.

Putting on the gloves.
It was one on those rare nights in Tokyo. The winter storm from the day before, clean the air up. The winter sky was dark and piecing. A perfect night to start his life over. Subaru walked down towards to one of many name less parks that dotted Tokyo Bay’s shoreline. He sat down at one of the many benches and swarled. He pulled out a cigarette, light it, and inhale. Subaru laid back and looked at the stars. He exhaled and watch the smoked curled up into the sky. He looked at his hand that was holding the cigarette. His bare hands. He laughed at the sight of them. Hands that betray him at the end. He inhaled again.
Hands that where hidden from the world. Subaru traced the star on the back on his hand. Hands that mark by blood. He turned his hand around. The first time his hands blood that was not his own was by the Sakura. The blood hides him from the world. He was no longer allowed to touch the world. He was tainted, guilty of the world’s sins. He could not touch the people he was trying to help. A personal hell incased by gloves.
Subaru stared at the night sky. He noticed a satellite’s streak across the sky. He picked out the Ursa Major and followed the stars down. The seven stars for the final day. He sighed at the sight. Fate a funny thing. Was he really a dragon of heaven or now should he be a dragon of the earth. Or was he beyond it. The tree calling for him. He shrugged, but determined to finish his cigarette.
Fate or whoever likes to play jokes. The one condemn him from the world, set him free. But the cost was high. Freedom paid in blood. Blood that paid for his sins, allowing him to touch the world. The cost was too high. Guilt, anger and love drove him to waste the gift. At the end, he threw the gift back.
The tree’s calling became more demanding. Subaru finish his cigarette and threw it on the ground. He got up and rubbed the butt out with heal of his boot. He finally looked across the bay. There, in all it’s glory, was the fallen Rainbow Bridge. Where his old life ended. He looked at his hands again. The mark lightly flared up and died back down. Subaru now knew what he wanted. But first it was time to buy an other pair of gloves. He will mark himself, choosing on his freewill. And only his blood will remove these gloves. He turned around and walked off to Ueno park.