Due to the fact that I have been looking over my old work, I have driven it home for myself that this particular…drabble set THING… is going to be edited. Not only for the readers, but also because I feel like a disreputable slub for having actually published it with so many mistakes in the first place. This first chapter is getting lengthened and edited and then, following that, all the other chapters are going to be pressed together into chapter two or deleted outright as a matter of both pride and mercy. Then we'll just see from there if I decide to up-date beyond that. Apologies for any problems to the readers.
Also, I will take suggestions if anyone has a quotation they'd like to see written in new light, so long as they have the source of the quotation as well.
Liar, Liar-:-
"Soubi, I know that you dislike Ritsu, but what do you actually think about him?" The Loveless sacrifice questioned absently from his place on the bed in the far corner of the room, nothing on his body except for the kimono silk robe the Fighter unit had given him while the clothes Ritsuka had sprinted to the apartment in, while it rained buckets of freezing water, dried above the kitchen sink on a thin cord of string. Soubi painted near the window of his apartment; the boiled water mixed in with his thick, indigo-blue paint causing steam to rise when the tips of his paintbrushes pressed for more color to add to what Ritsuka thought, on the canvas already soaked with amazing, Heart Song Yellow, was forming into a skyline in winter (though he could be wrong as he often was when guessing at Soubi's works in progress).
"Hmm," the hum came after a moment, brushing its sound against Ritsuka's kitten ears and almost pleasant for about the half-of-seven-seconds before the full answer bloomed on chapped lips that ached to hold a cigarette, "He's a pedantic, pontificating, pretentious bastard. A belligerent, old fart. A worthless, steaming, pile of cow dung. To put it lightly."
The fine tip of the paintbrush in Soubi's hand pressed into the steaming paint again as Ritsuka snorted, half-amused and half embarrassed at the Fighter's frankness and calm truth with crudeness.
M*A*S*H-:-
"Boys, tonight I am sex itself! I am life! I am appetite!" Hitomi anounced to Kio, Soubi and Ritsuka. They guessed that buying that ney pair of three inch heels had boosted her confidence.
That, or it was the two shots of expensive wine.
Frasier-:-
"Soubi, are you sure you want to ask Ritsuka out tonight?"
The noise of the people in the lunch hour scattered about the coffee shop is almost as stifling as the cigarette smoke two of three of them generate and it had been getting on Kio's nerves even more as Soubi had made a decision about Ritsuka at the worst possible time. The grading period for their college course was coming to a head and Sou-chan still had to finish what he had to turn in and he was just adding more wood to the fire with this choice. Kio couldn't understand it.
"Yes, Kio," the blonde smiled beneath the cover of his hand holding his near-finished cigarette close to his lips, but not sucking the smoke into his lungs, but taking up his drink of sparkling water in his other hand and downing it, burning fizzles in all; the glass made a noisy chink on the hardwood table between the artists, "I'm pumped. I'm ready… And I'm pretty sure I just swallowed a whole lemon wedge."
Kio looked between Soubi's hands, blinking at the abrupt and sudden statement.
Yep, the glass of crystal had droplets left clinging to thick ice cubes, bubbles no bigger than a ladybug baby clinging to the glass as well; but there was no lemon and Kio's nose crinkled at the imagination of how much that sort of thing would be to swallow.
Memoirs of a Geisha-:-
"What is power?" The female Zero fighter quietly asked her mate and her friend, the sheets barely covering them all moist and in disarray from the last hour of their moaning and gyrating against the other until beauty emerged in gasps that went above voice and below the heavens; a deeper heat still coated Kouya's fingers with the cloudy fluid Yamato had brought with that sound.
(The urge to lick the fluid away was tempting, but Kouya was never as vulgar as Yamato would have liked her to be after sex.)
Yamato's answer was both beautiful and practical, hot breathe tracing over Kouya's earlobe, "The same thing as love. It can wash away earth, put out fire and even destroy iron."
Exit to Eden-:-
Nagisa was getting to the point of no return, Ritsu just ready to leave the office for more physical therapy after a whole day of her trying to make him feel better; or perhaps just trying to make herself more useful in action than just being there for him and twirling a long nailed pointer finger through a lock of hair (azure color damp and greasy from not bothering to shower while Minami was still in his starch white bed with an IV attached to him at all hours,) "Ritsu, just answer me one question. How can I service you?"
Silence, slowed moment of large hands resting against the doorframe like a betrayed religious figure considering a heretic or traitor, and that horrible smirk that both made Nagisa's stomach turn and heart beat a little faster in both elation and disgust. God, she hated herself around him.
"Hmm…Paint my house."
Nightmare Before Christmas-:-
"There are few who deny, at what I do, I am the best," Soubi explained, hands steering Ritsuka's smaller frame toward the exit of the Seven Voices Academy, many paired units and single individuals without another half glaring at the boy for things he still didn't understand and looking at Soubi with that hint of fear formed in the days when Seimei was still his god, "For my talents are renowned far and wide."
Connie and Carla-:-
Tight pants that accentuated the curve of her ass indecently, sock in the crotch that wasn't too big, but enough to catch an eye off the edge of the stage or while serving drinks, and a sweater vest that covered the bindings along her breasts perfectly.
Kouya sneered at her reflection in the over-large glass mirror that lined the walls of the area beyond the counter of where the bartender served drinks to the patrons of the dinner theater salon and still couldn't understand how Yamato had convinced the fighter into working in this place that was practically a transvestite bar. The sacrifice even seemed to enjoy it! Kouya could tell, considering that Yamato looked at her reflection repeatedly during the night, rearranging the sock in-between her own legs and winking at Kouya when the fighter was caught looking.
"You're a freak," Kouya hissed, passing by to grab some more orders from drunk college students in the back that kept asking when the show was going to start.
"Yeah," the blonde giggled, glasses almost dropping from her serving tray when a known prostitute that worked the place ran by her so he would miss his taxi, "And you're a freak with me."
How I Met Your Mother-:-
"Now, you lay on your stomach and lift your legs as high up as you can."
The Zero's grinned snidely to each other over the rim of their shared vodka and scotch on the rocks, ice cubes clinking together when the heavy glass was set on the island counter of Soubi's apartment as Yuiko taught Ritsuka, Soubi and Kio her latest learned yoga position from her classes at college. Ritsuka declined being in front of Soubi on the weird (an understatement) green station mat Yuiko had loaned him, seeing as he always, always fell forward and exposed his rear in the air trying to mimic his best female friend's movement and Soubi enjoyed the show too much for the high school student (and Kio, when he noticed and wasn't busy doing the exact same thing).
The painless pair of boys couldn't understand the point of either yoga or any of the weird new age type crap Yuiko taught the three men. You could get the same amount of exercise and twice the enjoyment from an hour of sex.
Though, perhaps, they were being little hypocrites. After all, they did occasionally copy the others' actions when they were trying to warm the pinkette up to them, only to send any mileage in friendship crashing down by taking advantage of her (like two weeks ago when they spiked her grape flavored water with—as it turned out—her first taste and consumption of red wine) in their usual bullying antics of calling her an idiot, other such name calling, or sexually harassing her until Ritsuka found out and kicked their asses.
"You know it took us five tequila shot's to get you into that position," The aquamarine haired Zero remarked as Natsuo got up from his seat to refill their drink, downy tail wagging in time with his steps and twitching upwards once when the only female in the apartment blushed heavy and fast and ducked her rear end back onto her own mat with a light 'thump' and calling for a break to stretch again and then finish. Her ears were tilted down and Natsuo almost felt the urge to apologize until he saw Soubi get up and then grin (terrifying) as he leaned in on Youji and whispered something only audible to the two Zeroes as the others in the living room started putting away their mats and putting back on clothing that didn't stretch.
"Youji, I swear, I will throw you out a window."
His voice was calm, but both of the teasing boys nodded.
The In-Laws-:-
"Ritsuka-kun, I'm lost," came the hushed, almost kicked puppy voice on the other end of the phone-line that was costing Soubi quite a bit of money, considering that it was in-coming from all the way on the other side of Japan. The Fighter wouldn't say anything, though; the look on Ritsuka's nineteen years aged face was quite the warning that he better be silent while he found out where his—one in three—female friend had gotten to in the last twelve hours when they were supposed to meet after their school bell chimed and let them out the day before; they had intended to go out for hot-cakes, "I got convinced into taking the wrong bus and now I'm at the shore."
Ritsuka sighed and set the cell-phone down on the kitchen counter between him and Soubi, pressing the button for the speaker option so his hands could stay occupied in making a meal of Chile peppers and ground beef mixed with soft, white rice and some ingredients that Soubi was peeling into the sink and then tossing into the bowl on his right, "Okay, don't panic. Are you with anyone?"
"Uh, I'm with Youji and Natsuo..."
The bowl, heavy and brass looking and nearly filled to the top, almost slides off of the counter when Soubi outright drops his hands into the sink with the mottled up left-overs of onions for blossom figures and mushroom bits that could have turned out toxic if ingested, and begins to express joy vocally. Ritsuka removed his hands from kneading the meat and paid no mind when juices from it smear the button to turn off the speaker option.
"Why is Soubi laughing?"