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wishes.come.true.

A ball bounces out into the street, bright orange and patterned with neon cartoony flowers. A little girl runs out after it, her dark curls flying. She isn’t paying attention to anything else with the unique tunnel vision that children … Continue reading

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The Jewels of Pandora

In the course of a year Watanuki has learned to never question where or how Yuuko’s customers find the shop — only that they do, inevitably and invariably. “Someone told me about it,” they say, and don’t quite look at … Continue reading

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to the sound of clapping hands

The thing is that she doesn’t see the world the same way everyone else does; where someone else will look at another person and say ah, he’s on his way to school, what she sees is a shortcut that takes … Continue reading

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smokescreen

Yuuko trades him trinkets and baubles for opium: brightly-colored bejeweled combs plucked straight from her hair, or slipped off her long thin wrists, a butterfly pin over her heart. He can give these to Sakura one day, she tells him, … Continue reading

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For Remembering

Watanuki arrives at the shop and finds Yuuko sitting on the front steps. Today she’s dressed like a miko: white gi, red hakama, tabi socks and ridiculously tall geta; red silk cords are braided in her long hair. Mokona, perched … Continue reading

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Birthday Mathoms — 2010

“Be careful of how much time you spend with that Nightray boy,” her nurse clucks as she fixes the last ribbon in Ada’s hair. “He’s a strange one–his brother might have been all right, but he’s no longer one of … Continue reading

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Birthday Mathoms — 2009

“You will be beautiful,” her new handmaiden says. Cool hands card through the ratty mass of her hair, easing a comb through it. “You already are beautiful, ma petite, though you may complain now.” Himiko lifts her chin, staring at … Continue reading

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There’s No Such Thing As Coincidences

The east wind brought in the smell of rain and wet leaves, despite the hot clear blue of the summer sky. Watanuki paused in his sweeping to shade his eyes, looking into the distance, but there was nothing but heat … Continue reading

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various genderswitch

Firefly (Mal) It ain’t that he’s got a problem with women in charge — his momma’d whup him good if she ever heard him saying gorram idjit things like that — it’s just that the woman who’s tryin’ to bargain … Continue reading

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lemon party

Ingway/Mercedes (Odin Sphere) Ingway remembered Queen Elfaria, dimly: a tall statuesque woman, heavy at the breasts and hips, with lovely grave eyes and an elegant hand. She’d handled her crossbow with careless ease, but there had been no calluses upon … Continue reading

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Trick or Treat — 2007

Loveless: on gossamer wings he flies “Oh look,” says Yuiko. “A butterfly.” — It rains all throughout the end of the month, and only on the very last day does the sun break through. It’s almost too late in the … Continue reading

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Birthday Mathoms — 2007

Ahiru finds Fakir in his studio, tottering in on the new legs he has written for her. She keeps a hand pressed to the wall for balance, watching as he goes through the long arching stretches of warmup. Without looking … Continue reading

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xxxHOLiC crossover drabbles

(Bleach — Urahara spoilers?) What I want to know is,” she drawls, swirling her cup, “what do I get out of it?” Urahara puts his hands together and looks wounded. “Yuuko-chan,” he says, “when have I ever stiffed you on … Continue reading

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