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stellawindFinally got around to the prompts of over a month ago.
Forbakaknight,
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Forfateofshadow,
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Title: Never with Eyes
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Rating: PG
Summary: Sakura's adventures continue, and Tomoya is at her heels and beside her, until she can't be.
A/N: I've been trying to get the end right for a few months now, so it wasn't entirely written to the prompt, but you wanted some CCS, so I think it's forgivable.
The first thing Tomoyo heard when she woke up in the hospital was the sound of people talking lowly, but she could barely separate out the words before she drifted back to sleep. She had tried to open her eyes, but that for all her efforts, she could barely open them to slits, and the room was dark anyways.
Besides, she still had a monstrous headache.
Monstrous... something shivered at that in her memory, and the next time she awoke, it was in a cold sweat.
Her breath was echoey, and she still couldn't see any light --was she still in the nightmare?
A slight gasp came from vaguely her left side, and she turned, trying to sit up, but groaning as her head spun all at once, and her arms could hold her up as well as a paper wall.
"Tomoyo?"
"Sakura--"
Hands where on her a moment later, tucking her back in, and Tomoyo could hear Sakura whispering in almost a whimper, "Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry."
A memory slowly came back to her, that had floated on the edge of knowing and forgetfulness, the same way a forgotten errand did until she remembered she was late for it.
But this made her feel far worse, sicker to her stomach.
A ghost, an old ghost of boy murdered protecting his sister -- the misunderstandings until Kero had finally realized it -- then the sicking crack as she was slammed against the wall, and the blackout had been a fine escape from the pain, until she had heard Sakura's cries.
"What happened?" Tomoyo finally managed. She couldn't ask much more, not without knowing where they were, and what had happened.
They had all learned as they got older how lucky they had been when they had been young. Then, if they where overheard, it was easy to say a game, and nearly any adult would believe it.
Now, it was different.
Sakura turned silent slight hitch to her breathing, like she was trying not to cry. "You took a bad blow to your head. The doctors," she let out a shaky breathe, and tried again, "They say that there was internal bleeding, and that it might have affected your vision."
Oh.
"I wondered why the room was so dark," she finally said, and held Sakura's hand as she began to cry.
***
The doctors said that they could probably release Tomoyo to her worried mother and army of servant ready to pamper after a few day more, but it took over a week.
Sakura skipped school the whole time, and after the third day, Tomoyo felt a sleeve that wasn't the cotton of the high school uniform when Sakura hugged her, but the red and pink linen dress she had sewed for her not a month before.
She kept back the tears (even if she could make Sakura another outfit, she would never see her in it again), but couldn't bring herself to let go of the sleeve --and Sakura-- until a nurse came in with lunch.
Sakura didn't seem to mind.
***
Summer was beyond weird.
Everyone (well, maybe not everyone all the time, but it felt like it) was checking on her constantly, trying to make it feel like she could still see everything, trying to make it seem like they had just only been in the area.
Sakura was one of the few who didn't even bother with lie. She was all but living with them, and Toya had come over an number of times for dinner too, joking that he should see his sister more than just once a week.
And in all this, Tomoyo didn't even notice Sakura had grown over three centimeters, until she realized that she had to wear heels to hear Sakura's voice at the same relative height to when she had been first blinded.
She'd barely talked all day afterwards, and had snuck slight touches Sakura's wrist had gotten bonier, and her hair wasn't quiet an even cut anymore, not in the sharp bob she had favored since their first year of high-school.
Changes that Tomoyo wouldn't see.
But she felt the guilt that Sakura felt, that all of them felt really. Yue thought that he hadn't gotten there fast enough. Syaoran had said on the phone that he should have been there, should be there right now, but they all knew that he was needed in England more.
So they suffered in silence, not voicing the not ever against and could have beens that Tomoyo came close to screaming aloud, but never could find the voice to say, knowing full well how she could break the others by simply being tangible proof of their failings.
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...Expect more fic spam later this week. I'm trying to write and post more.
For
bakaknight, Author: Stella Wind
Title: Untitled Dance
Fandom: Yuugiou
Rating: G
Summary: A slice of life (and dance), from an older Anzu.
The song was... difficult for Anzu to choreograph, but she did so anyways, trying to find something to suit it in her student's repertoire. For all that Komi-chan had her heart set on dancing to it, Anzu was thoroughly sick of "Belle Notte," by the time Komi-chan had finally finished, bowing on the stage at the recital.
She looked over at her boss, and quirked a smile.
Konya-san rolled her eyes, muttering in something in Russian, before congratulating the exultant Komi-chan.
Anzu waited for her music to cue, and then waited a second more, for the lights to focus.
The sound was scratched, static all too present, the recording of Heinrich Knote's an echo from the past.
From before the days of holograms, echoed in Anzu's mind, but her feet didn't fail as she went up, briefly en pointe.
The old feeling was mostly the reason she had chosen the recording (old as it was), maybe for almost the same reason Komi-chan had chosen "Belle Notte." The recital had been over-crowd with techno beats that Konya-san allowed, her school of ballet much more relaxed than others. A few classical scores had soared above, allowing Anzu and her innate desire 'to not be the same' to rise.
She had looked up the words to what the late tenor was singing, but hadn't found them to fit what she thought the song to be.
Then again, when what they had finally pieced together what they had found in the Memory World, with what little Bakura-kun had gleaned and the legends of the Ishtar family, the tone, the words, and the melody hadn't fit either.
A crescendo had been reached, and Anzu lost herself for a moment in dance, back arching as she jumped, and landed, and then again, before slipping back into simpler steps.
Again, her mind wandered, as it often did when she knew her footwork, the audience distant.
Yuugi and none of the others were in it, so why should she pay any attention?
There was probably a reason she had never gotten a lead role.
The last note faded away and Anzu stilled as static finished the recording. Claps and cheers went up, and a group of older students --for whom this would be the last recital-- yelled something, but Anzu could barely make out. She resolved to ask them again later, as the curtain fell.
Konya-san's finale was all that was left, but she spared Anzu a few words as she double knotted a bow in her hair and knocked away a few errant tendrils from her face.
"As always, not how you danced in practice," she said, but softly, no bite to her words.
On the tip of Anzu was tongue, rested still unformed words, something to hint at the past, but she only nodded. "I know."
(YGO to the prompt "Not, Knote, Bella Notte, Knocked").Title: Untitled Dance
Fandom: Yuugiou
Rating: G
Summary: A slice of life (and dance), from an older Anzu.
The song was... difficult for Anzu to choreograph, but she did so anyways, trying to find something to suit it in her student's repertoire. For all that Komi-chan had her heart set on dancing to it, Anzu was thoroughly sick of "Belle Notte," by the time Komi-chan had finally finished, bowing on the stage at the recital.
She looked over at her boss, and quirked a smile.
Konya-san rolled her eyes, muttering in something in Russian, before congratulating the exultant Komi-chan.
Anzu waited for her music to cue, and then waited a second more, for the lights to focus.
The sound was scratched, static all too present, the recording of Heinrich Knote's an echo from the past.
From before the days of holograms, echoed in Anzu's mind, but her feet didn't fail as she went up, briefly en pointe.
The old feeling was mostly the reason she had chosen the recording (old as it was), maybe for almost the same reason Komi-chan had chosen "Belle Notte." The recital had been over-crowd with techno beats that Konya-san allowed, her school of ballet much more relaxed than others. A few classical scores had soared above, allowing Anzu and her innate desire 'to not be the same' to rise.
She had looked up the words to what the late tenor was singing, but hadn't found them to fit what she thought the song to be.
Then again, when what they had finally pieced together what they had found in the Memory World, with what little Bakura-kun had gleaned and the legends of the Ishtar family, the tone, the words, and the melody hadn't fit either.
A crescendo had been reached, and Anzu lost herself for a moment in dance, back arching as she jumped, and landed, and then again, before slipping back into simpler steps.
Again, her mind wandered, as it often did when she knew her footwork, the audience distant.
Yuugi and none of the others were in it, so why should she pay any attention?
There was probably a reason she had never gotten a lead role.
The last note faded away and Anzu stilled as static finished the recording. Claps and cheers went up, and a group of older students --for whom this would be the last recital-- yelled something, but Anzu could barely make out. She resolved to ask them again later, as the curtain fell.
Konya-san's finale was all that was left, but she spared Anzu a few words as she double knotted a bow in her hair and knocked away a few errant tendrils from her face.
"As always, not how you danced in practice," she said, but softly, no bite to her words.
On the tip of Anzu was tongue, rested still unformed words, something to hint at the past, but she only nodded. "I know."
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For
fateofshadow, Title: Laundry Day
Fandom: HP
Rating: G
Drabble
In his sixteenth summer, Harry became almost used to the odd bra or panty that he would find in Dudley's laundry. As impossibly strange as the idea sounded, his repulsive cousin had a girlfriend (maybe multiple ones, as the evidence went).
Harry was out enough to have only seen him with a girl once, one evening when Vernon and Petunia went to a company function. She and Dudley had barely spared a glance at him before dashing up the stairs.
After that, Harry made very sure to keep out of the house when both his aunt and uncle were away.
(from a prompt of the same name) and Fandom: HP
Rating: G
Drabble
In his sixteenth summer, Harry became almost used to the odd bra or panty that he would find in Dudley's laundry. As impossibly strange as the idea sounded, his repulsive cousin had a girlfriend (maybe multiple ones, as the evidence went).
Harry was out enough to have only seen him with a girl once, one evening when Vernon and Petunia went to a company function. She and Dudley had barely spared a glance at him before dashing up the stairs.
After that, Harry made very sure to keep out of the house when both his aunt and uncle were away.
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Title: Never with Eyes
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Rating: PG
Summary: Sakura's adventures continue, and Tomoya is at her heels and beside her, until she can't be.
A/N: I've been trying to get the end right for a few months now, so it wasn't entirely written to the prompt, but you wanted some CCS, so I think it's forgivable.
The first thing Tomoyo heard when she woke up in the hospital was the sound of people talking lowly, but she could barely separate out the words before she drifted back to sleep. She had tried to open her eyes, but that for all her efforts, she could barely open them to slits, and the room was dark anyways.
Besides, she still had a monstrous headache.
Monstrous... something shivered at that in her memory, and the next time she awoke, it was in a cold sweat.
Her breath was echoey, and she still couldn't see any light --was she still in the nightmare?
A slight gasp came from vaguely her left side, and she turned, trying to sit up, but groaning as her head spun all at once, and her arms could hold her up as well as a paper wall.
"Tomoyo?"
"Sakura--"
Hands where on her a moment later, tucking her back in, and Tomoyo could hear Sakura whispering in almost a whimper, "Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry."
A memory slowly came back to her, that had floated on the edge of knowing and forgetfulness, the same way a forgotten errand did until she remembered she was late for it.
But this made her feel far worse, sicker to her stomach.
A ghost, an old ghost of boy murdered protecting his sister -- the misunderstandings until Kero had finally realized it -- then the sicking crack as she was slammed against the wall, and the blackout had been a fine escape from the pain, until she had heard Sakura's cries.
"What happened?" Tomoyo finally managed. She couldn't ask much more, not without knowing where they were, and what had happened.
They had all learned as they got older how lucky they had been when they had been young. Then, if they where overheard, it was easy to say a game, and nearly any adult would believe it.
Now, it was different.
Sakura turned silent slight hitch to her breathing, like she was trying not to cry. "You took a bad blow to your head. The doctors," she let out a shaky breathe, and tried again, "They say that there was internal bleeding, and that it might have affected your vision."
Oh.
"I wondered why the room was so dark," she finally said, and held Sakura's hand as she began to cry.
***
The doctors said that they could probably release Tomoyo to her worried mother and army of servant ready to pamper after a few day more, but it took over a week.
Sakura skipped school the whole time, and after the third day, Tomoyo felt a sleeve that wasn't the cotton of the high school uniform when Sakura hugged her, but the red and pink linen dress she had sewed for her not a month before.
She kept back the tears (even if she could make Sakura another outfit, she would never see her in it again), but couldn't bring herself to let go of the sleeve --and Sakura-- until a nurse came in with lunch.
Sakura didn't seem to mind.
***
Summer was beyond weird.
Everyone (well, maybe not everyone all the time, but it felt like it) was checking on her constantly, trying to make it feel like she could still see everything, trying to make it seem like they had just only been in the area.
Sakura was one of the few who didn't even bother with lie. She was all but living with them, and Toya had come over an number of times for dinner too, joking that he should see his sister more than just once a week.
And in all this, Tomoyo didn't even notice Sakura had grown over three centimeters, until she realized that she had to wear heels to hear Sakura's voice at the same relative height to when she had been first blinded.
She'd barely talked all day afterwards, and had snuck slight touches Sakura's wrist had gotten bonier, and her hair wasn't quiet an even cut anymore, not in the sharp bob she had favored since their first year of high-school.
Changes that Tomoyo wouldn't see.
But she felt the guilt that Sakura felt, that all of them felt really. Yue thought that he hadn't gotten there fast enough. Syaoran had said on the phone that he should have been there, should be there right now, but they all knew that he was needed in England more.
So they suffered in silence, not voicing the not ever against and could have beens that Tomoyo came close to screaming aloud, but never could find the voice to say, knowing full well how she could break the others by simply being tangible proof of their failings.
_______
...Expect more fic spam later this week. I'm trying to write and post more.
