Writer's Block: BISHIES ON STRIKE

BY

jerjonji

Struggling with writer's block? This is my nightmare scenario. All the Bishies have a meeting to discuss going on strike.

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to jerjonji except her vivid imagination. All characters are only borrowed temporally from their creators, and will be returned unharmed. She promises…pinky promises!

Long Authors' Note:

Aragato Avagrabo! Good, Bad, or just fun…this one is your fault. (Shameless plug: If you haven't read avagrabo, read his stuff next AFTER you review this piece!)

Haruke: Here's the fluff I promised you, but the next serious one is crying to get out.

This is an odd little piece of interactive fluff. If you want me to include you and your writing style in it, email me. I'll read your stuff and try to fit it in (in a gentle, loving, "mocking" style). I'll try to include any author willing to take a risk and trust me. Do you need a list of the Bishies and where they come from? Email me and let me know. Please don't suggest your favorite bishie unless you can give me about six or eight character traits because it takes me hours of viewing/reading to get a grip on a character, and I haven't seen everything. If it's not on my profile sheet, I may not have seen it.

Ok, on with the fun!

Chapter 1: Arima Souichirou Starts a Revolution

Arima/Yukino (Kare/Kano)

Himura Kenshin (Rurouni Kenshin, of course)

The keyboard keys clicked angrily in a fierce staccato, making the sound of a Latin beat, but Souichirou Arima didn't hear it. Intently focused on his message, he barely felt the presence of his loved one behind him. Yukino leaned on his shoulder and read the email message. Bang! He hit send, leaned back against her warm body, and closed his eyes. She rubbed the back of his neck with her cold fingers and he nearly purred.

"Are you sure this is necessary?" Yukino wondered. She'd never seen Arima as furious as he was last night after he returned home from kendo practice. She was sure he'd lost to Himura Kenshin again. That always aggravated Arima, but he wouldn't quit trying to beat him. They competed in friendly competitions whenever they both could spare a minute from whatever adventure they were currently embarked upon.

Arima felt the anger surging inside him, and he fought for control. It'd been bad enough that he came home last night and showed Yukino the dark side he tried to keep hidden. He nodded slightly, unable to speak without the anger lacing his words with poison. He logged off the computer, pulled himself away from her hypnotic touch, and stood up.

He stretched. Even his elbows ached. He'd been growing so fast lately that every part of his body ached. It was as if his body belonged to some stranger. He'd reach for a glass and knock it over. He jumped up to slap the doorway mantle at school with his hand last week, and banged his head on it instead, nearly passing out from the force of the blow. He had needed six stitches and a new shirt.

Blood was everywhere. There were puddles of crimson red blotches on the floor, and on his uniform shirt. It poured out between his fingers and down his arm, until he got to the nurse. She put gauze on it to stop the bleeding. His fingers absent-mindedly rubbed his stitches. He was scarred for life- marking his clumsiness forever.

Yukino slapped his hand away. "Aren't you supposed to get those out today?"

He nodded. She grinned and tugged on his black hair hanging in front of his eyes. "No one will ever see the scar once your hair grows back, Souichirou."

He smiled at her. She always knew his heart. Sometimes she knew it before he did even. It was one of the things about her that amazed him.

She brushed his hair out of his eyes, happy to see a light dancing in them again. He pulled her into his arms, wanting to protect her and keep her safe. Wanting to feel her against him. With her in his arms, the world was safe and he didn't have to worry about jerjonji's latest germ of an idea.

"Who do you think will show up tomorrow?" Yukino asked.

"We'll see tomorrow," he whispered, nuzzling her ear.

But I liked jerjonji's writing, Yukino thought. I don't know what Arima is so upset about. As long as she keeps me in his arms, I'll be happy.