So I asked the good people of the community at LJ (called ashlynx) what they would like me to write as a fanfiction, and I got three responses:
Ash/Eiji smut
Ash/Arthur
Sing/Shorter doesn't have to be slash
Well, I'm horrible at smut, and I've done a Sing/Shorter fic (which can be found here or somewhere in said community (I think).
So you're getting an Ash/Arthur, and I know what you're thinking and the person who requested this knows what you're thinking, so stop thinking it, clear your mind, and consider this possiblity if you decide to read the fic.
Title Own
Author Uozumi
Genre General/Slash
Rating PG-13
Summary Arthur monologue on Ash. slash.
Warning Language, Derogatory terms
Own
I'm older than you. Well, not that much older but enough that I can see things you can't and I can know things you can't. You parade around like you're better than us, but you're not at all. I tried to tell you that once when we were both drunk, I think I pulled some moves and you pulled some of yours, and now I can't shoot a gun.
Maybe you understood what I was doing back there, because at the time I sure as hell didn't. Although now that we're older, now that we aren't half-drunk, I know full well what I was doing back then.
So now you've hooked up with some Chink that was flown in by the pigs. What the fuck is with that? You were always after some blonde or brunnette or some shit like that. I've got blonde hair you know, just like you. We aren't that different. Is that why you slashed my shooting hand?
Do you fear me? I know the looks you gave me right before I left. It would be ludicrous to think that you gave them to me because I was going to leave your precious little gang. You feared me, your eyes would shrink sometimes and you knew what I wanted. You knew what I wanted before I knew what I wanted. Where did we go so wrong? Are we just products of a perverted system?
Neither of us wanted to own, but we own. Is that why you fear me? Is that why you won't fight me? Are you in fear of the fact I would like to own you when you want no one to?
Not even the Chink will own you. To think that is to think a blasphamy. Most likely you'll ditch him long before you even own him, and if you do own him, then that's your own damn fault. We both know what will happen when you do, we both know the hell that is coming not only for you, but for me too.
We once were together, though I don't remember much about it. We were young, just met, and I think that's what fucked us up in the end. Isn't that right, Ash? The fact that you know I could own you if I wanted scares you? You've seen me do it. You know I'm bigger than you, that I could easily control you, that when we fight - which we both know we will - I will be the victor because I always have. You can't escape me, our fates are intertwined, or some shit like that those Chinks spout in Chinatown.
So I'm going to make you a deal, one last one, one for the sake of making deals because somebody has to in the end. I'm going to fight you and if I win, you're going to be dead and everything will be over. I know you could kill me now if you wanted. Your aim is still true and your eyes still ruthless, but that's fading. When I fight you what will you be? I can see you weakening, that Chink's going to be your downfall.
And no one else can bring you death. I'm going to be the one who will do it. Like I told you once before, I am going to make you pay for this scar running across my right hand. I remember that you cried later. I remember what I felt then, and why I always have to turn away and leave you owning yourself.
The End