PROMPTS ⇌ 「 Gintama/Gundam Wing 」 Takasugi/Une. ``n/a``
Shinsuke Takasugi/Lady Une crossover set taking place on the S.S. Thor that will mirror Robyn's once she's done with hers, which will get linked.
Dunno about warnings/etc. yet, but will be updated as I finish this.
1. ring
》 The next day after that dinner, she found a small box of butterfly-print band-aids at her doorstep and knew immediately who it was from (as she always did).
2. freedom
》 He knows this isn't her idea of it, but he never asked her to chain herself to him. Such a request would be uncouth of a gentleman, no?
3. supernova
》 He doesn't want to be her star, but he does want to see her explode -- bright, burning, finally beautiful.
4. ghost
》 They're both haunted; she's the only one who wants to see the other side.
5. forgotten
》 Trysts are better left to the professionals, which neither of them are.
6. talent
》 If she let him write all her songs, she'd never get to sing.
7. lies
》 He's got a silver tongue, and she's got a politician's smile. It takes a bit to work out the kinks, but eventually the truth gets capped.
8. wonder
》 The police have been hounding him for three days now, and he returned to the only place he could get a shut-eye, and she had welcomed him silently. With her back pressed to the wall and facing his own back, she counts the notches of his spine as he dreams, far more peaceful than he ever is in the waking world.
She admires his battle scars, his bandages, his war-torn hands, and ponders how each was made and who took care of them. With those hands? With Katsura's? Gintoki's?
We each come from something.
9. midnight
》 She doesn't want to see him at night because she's afraid -- not of what he might do, but of what she might.
10. duty
》 She's twice the samurai he'll ever be.
11. temptation
》 He has none; she wants to watch those white curtains roll off his stupid fucking head.
12. solitary
》 He's used to jail, but this time, the company's far more entertaining. Don't you know who I am?!, she's been crying for at least an hour. Yes, he laughs as he thinks, yes I do.
13. rain
》 The Japanese love the rain. She hates it because it makes the smell of roses twice as strong.
14. jester
》 He says "I love you", but she's never taken his jokes very well at all.
15. eye
》 In a land full of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. Since their first meeting, he's slowly been encompassing her vision anyway, and, like a King, he will one day rule her and her seeking hands.
16. fever
》 He doesn't take care of her when she's struck down for a few weeks by an alien illness; he's got his own growing chronic cough to deal with.
17. welcome
》 I will never show gratitude.
18. farewells
》 She says goodbye from the rim of her coffee cup and watches his broad back leave; later, he says nothing from the other side of his sword as she watches the color drain from her face. He owes her that much, at least: to watch her realize what a downfall he has become.
19. dark
》 Leave the lights off. It's the one thing they agree on.
20. ugly
》 They both are.
21. drink
》 She finally will, with him. It's only champagne and it tastes horrible, but there are cheers to be had now and again.
22. grave
》 Even if Edo were still alive, he'd never take her to those ashy remains.
23. hollow
》 She clutches a soggy paper crane to her chest as the hospital monitor beeps. Thirty-six hours at best, ma'am, the alien nurse tells her. There's a legend her told her once, that if you make a thousand paper cranes, your wish will come true. She's never placed value in such empty, childish ideas before.
24. winter
》 She tries to hold his hand for the first time on a glacial world, but all she gets is a fist full of his scarf.
25. smirk
》 She can do it, too.
26. mad
》 Lewis Carroll had it right more often than not, but she refuses to admit her participation until the frabjous day she finds herself in the lap of the jabberwocky with a scorching fever and electricity in her pulse. Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
27. hold
》 He clutches his sword with a divine grace and enough hate to sink oceans; she releases that little bird and dreams of taking to the sky.
28. god
》 She'll label him every name in the book if it'll just get him to shut up.
29. silk
》 Katsura examines the scarf around her neck with a disgruntled eye; she insists it's from a business associate that she couldn't bare to insult. Neither of them know if she's lying.
30. soul
》 He doesn't know if he believes she has one, but he does know arguments whether it exists or not can be used as a weapon against her.
31. secret
》 Her heart stills the first time he whispers into her ear, and although there is no affection, it is the first time he's ever touched her; show me your bruises our next meet, aa?
32. question
》 Zechs wouldn't say a word when they visited, but Noin won't stop posing strange inquiries with hard, curious eyes; Takasugi merely changes the subject until Une calls out to him. "...You use his first name?"
Some things simply don't change.
33. stop
》 He won't, no matter how much she begs.
34. blood
》 Takasugi spits red and Une contorts her face to disgust; had he gotten into a fight, or...? Perhaps she should schedule an appointment with a doctor... but she could never force him to go, with all that pride he's got.
He smiles at her contorted face; "What's wrong, afraid to drink after me?"
35. sin
》 Wrong. She's tasted sweeter.
36. subterfuge
》 She's been chasing him so long she doesn't know what she'll do when she catches him. Takasugi swears he'll never be caught. The game of verbal chess will never reach a climax if neither is black and neither is white, though Une has no desire to sit on a throne beside him.
37. white
》 He lays her down and chokes her pallid in an upsurge of rage after she tells him the details of her conversation with Gintoki earlier in that day, and she wears the bruises under thick layers of concealer at work for the next week. Thank God new-age make-up won't rub off the collars of her suits, like some depraved lipstick stain.
38. change
》 From the gnarls of his bones, the imprint of his skin, the weight of his eye, the algorithm of his thoughts, he has... but she'll never know that.
39. futility
》 She just wanted another heart to beat with her in mind.
40. alarm
》 He never heard the sirens; she just ignored them.
41. heart
》"What is broken cannot be forgotten," he tells her as he lays his hands across her pale thighs, pulls open sheets from around him. "You're certain another man has not been here before?
She opens her mouth to say affirm, but she realizes his hand has crept up to her breast.
As she stops breathing, he smiles a smile so bright she can see it in the dark.
42. infinity
》 She'll never live down her raucous laughter, if that murderous look on his slightly-different-face has anything to say about it -- but it's not her fault the Improbability Drive gave him two assets on his chest and took one (small one) away from between his legs.
"Have you never been curious?"
"No."
"Strange. Your ex-schoolmates always seem to indulge. I was sure it was an apprenticeship thing."
"I was not afraid to murder a woman when I was a man, what makes you think I'll be hesitant to now?"
43. illness
》 Takasugi is her own personal virus. He's methodically attacking her from the inside out, shifting and adjusting with each no possible cure into something even more deadly, and the symptoms of her infection are becoming increasingly obvious. She's paler. Her breath is ragged at times. Her heart pulses impossibly. Her head hurts and her guts spin. She calls his name into pillows on lonely nights.
"Love" is easy to conquer, and another territory he will cross of his list -- all the better that he stole it from another man.
44. cataclysm
》 The first time she meets Kijima Matako, she's far from impressed. The woman swears, spits, and can't carry on a three-minute conversation without mentioning Shinsuke-Sama (to which she catches a twitch of an eyebrow from the man in question).
She doesn't even waste her time being jealous of someone who can be so up front with their emotions concerning another -- especially not when, that night, she calls the name "Shinsuke" with all the gentleness she can muster, and that eyebrow does not twitch... but his mouth does.
45. touch
》 Still, "No."
46. revolution
》 She doesn't want him to drown, but she can't turn off the sun in his desert. If only he'd come with her into the woods.
47. lingering
》 His composure withers once she's closed the door and he slumps detrimentally into it, pressing into his scarred brow with the heel of his palm, inciting a red glow in his vision. He can't stop it. He can't stop her, creeping and crawling in, as uncertainly as her foreign food sits in his belly.
He's slaughter an entire floor of the basement levels if he thought it would just go away.
48. royalty
》 Her cranes are sloppy and his are pristine and perfect. He wraps hands around hers from behind and guides hers, folding even and slow as her hair brushes the open kimono baring his chest.
His well-constructed bird and her barely held-together one sit next to each other on the table in such an innocent fashion that she's not sure she likes it. She'd never wanted to be paralyzed white in a seat next to him where all it would take is a gust to blow her a way.
He laughs as he pulls away from her body, breath brushed against the shell of her ear.
...Oh.
49. pleasure
》 He is ugly and sloppy as he comes inside of her, clutching at her body in ways that hurt and never remaining in her bed long enough to be warm and welcome.
-- but the way his loose bandages hang at the nape of his sweaty neck (never enough to see, he always finishes and catches them) and then loop around just a bit like some faded noose is enough to appeal to her.
50. yes
》 He quivers as her hand rakes down his broad chest and bites his own lip until practically bloody, and she honestly can't tell if it's lust or disgust. He doesn't wear his emotions like any normal man ever could.
"Look at me." It's not quite a plea.
"Why should I?"
"You finally let me touch you."
"Isn't that enough, or are you truly so greedy? I could sever the hand just as easily."
She doesn't think this is easy for him, so she wonders aloud; "Why?"
He doesn't answer, muscles clenching unbearably tight as her hands continue to roam. Maybe she's found a way to calm the beast in him. But then, he only lets that which he loathes this close to him.
"Do you hate me?"
He laughs, sharp and shrill, and peels off the slim remains of his kimono for her.
Dunno about warnings/etc. yet, but will be updated as I finish this.
1. ring
》 The next day after that dinner, she found a small box of butterfly-print band-aids at her doorstep and knew immediately who it was from (as she always did).
2. freedom
》 He knows this isn't her idea of it, but he never asked her to chain herself to him. Such a request would be uncouth of a gentleman, no?
3. supernova
》 He doesn't want to be her star, but he does want to see her explode -- bright, burning, finally beautiful.
4. ghost
》 They're both haunted; she's the only one who wants to see the other side.
5. forgotten
》 Trysts are better left to the professionals, which neither of them are.
6. talent
》 If she let him write all her songs, she'd never get to sing.
7. lies
》 He's got a silver tongue, and she's got a politician's smile. It takes a bit to work out the kinks, but eventually the truth gets capped.
8. wonder
》 The police have been hounding him for three days now, and he returned to the only place he could get a shut-eye, and she had welcomed him silently. With her back pressed to the wall and facing his own back, she counts the notches of his spine as he dreams, far more peaceful than he ever is in the waking world.
She admires his battle scars, his bandages, his war-torn hands, and ponders how each was made and who took care of them. With those hands? With Katsura's? Gintoki's?
We each come from something.
9. midnight
》 She doesn't want to see him at night because she's afraid -- not of what he might do, but of what she might.
10. duty
》 She's twice the samurai he'll ever be.
11. temptation
》 He has none; she wants to watch those white curtains roll off his stupid fucking head.
12. solitary
》 He's used to jail, but this time, the company's far more entertaining. Don't you know who I am?!, she's been crying for at least an hour. Yes, he laughs as he thinks, yes I do.
13. rain
》 The Japanese love the rain. She hates it because it makes the smell of roses twice as strong.
14. jester
》 He says "I love you", but she's never taken his jokes very well at all.
15. eye
》 In a land full of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. Since their first meeting, he's slowly been encompassing her vision anyway, and, like a King, he will one day rule her and her seeking hands.
16. fever
》 He doesn't take care of her when she's struck down for a few weeks by an alien illness; he's got his own growing chronic cough to deal with.
17. welcome
》 I will never show gratitude.
18. farewells
》 She says goodbye from the rim of her coffee cup and watches his broad back leave; later, he says nothing from the other side of his sword as she watches the color drain from her face. He owes her that much, at least: to watch her realize what a downfall he has become.
19. dark
》 Leave the lights off. It's the one thing they agree on.
20. ugly
》 They both are.
21. drink
》 She finally will, with him. It's only champagne and it tastes horrible, but there are cheers to be had now and again.
22. grave
》 Even if Edo were still alive, he'd never take her to those ashy remains.
23. hollow
》 She clutches a soggy paper crane to her chest as the hospital monitor beeps. Thirty-six hours at best, ma'am, the alien nurse tells her. There's a legend her told her once, that if you make a thousand paper cranes, your wish will come true. She's never placed value in such empty, childish ideas before.
24. winter
》 She tries to hold his hand for the first time on a glacial world, but all she gets is a fist full of his scarf.
25. smirk
》 She can do it, too.
26. mad
》 Lewis Carroll had it right more often than not, but she refuses to admit her participation until the frabjous day she finds herself in the lap of the jabberwocky with a scorching fever and electricity in her pulse. Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
27. hold
》 He clutches his sword with a divine grace and enough hate to sink oceans; she releases that little bird and dreams of taking to the sky.
28. god
》 She'll label him every name in the book if it'll just get him to shut up.
29. silk
》 Katsura examines the scarf around her neck with a disgruntled eye; she insists it's from a business associate that she couldn't bare to insult. Neither of them know if she's lying.
30. soul
》 He doesn't know if he believes she has one, but he does know arguments whether it exists or not can be used as a weapon against her.
31. secret
》 Her heart stills the first time he whispers into her ear, and although there is no affection, it is the first time he's ever touched her; show me your bruises our next meet, aa?
32. question
》 Zechs wouldn't say a word when they visited, but Noin won't stop posing strange inquiries with hard, curious eyes; Takasugi merely changes the subject until Une calls out to him. "...You use his first name?"
Some things simply don't change.
33. stop
》 He won't, no matter how much she begs.
34. blood
》 Takasugi spits red and Une contorts her face to disgust; had he gotten into a fight, or...? Perhaps she should schedule an appointment with a doctor... but she could never force him to go, with all that pride he's got.
He smiles at her contorted face; "What's wrong, afraid to drink after me?"
35. sin
》 Wrong. She's tasted sweeter.
36. subterfuge
》 She's been chasing him so long she doesn't know what she'll do when she catches him. Takasugi swears he'll never be caught. The game of verbal chess will never reach a climax if neither is black and neither is white, though Une has no desire to sit on a throne beside him.
37. white
》 He lays her down and chokes her pallid in an upsurge of rage after she tells him the details of her conversation with Gintoki earlier in that day, and she wears the bruises under thick layers of concealer at work for the next week. Thank God new-age make-up won't rub off the collars of her suits, like some depraved lipstick stain.
38. change
》 From the gnarls of his bones, the imprint of his skin, the weight of his eye, the algorithm of his thoughts, he has... but she'll never know that.
39. futility
》 She just wanted another heart to beat with her in mind.
40. alarm
》 He never heard the sirens; she just ignored them.
41. heart
》"What is broken cannot be forgotten," he tells her as he lays his hands across her pale thighs, pulls open sheets from around him. "You're certain another man has not been here before?
She opens her mouth to say affirm, but she realizes his hand has crept up to her breast.
As she stops breathing, he smiles a smile so bright she can see it in the dark.
42. infinity
》 She'll never live down her raucous laughter, if that murderous look on his slightly-different-face has anything to say about it -- but it's not her fault the Improbability Drive gave him two assets on his chest and took one (small one) away from between his legs.
"Have you never been curious?"
"No."
"Strange. Your ex-schoolmates always seem to indulge. I was sure it was an apprenticeship thing."
"I was not afraid to murder a woman when I was a man, what makes you think I'll be hesitant to now?"
43. illness
》 Takasugi is her own personal virus. He's methodically attacking her from the inside out, shifting and adjusting with each no possible cure into something even more deadly, and the symptoms of her infection are becoming increasingly obvious. She's paler. Her breath is ragged at times. Her heart pulses impossibly. Her head hurts and her guts spin. She calls his name into pillows on lonely nights.
"Love" is easy to conquer, and another territory he will cross of his list -- all the better that he stole it from another man.
44. cataclysm
》 The first time she meets Kijima Matako, she's far from impressed. The woman swears, spits, and can't carry on a three-minute conversation without mentioning Shinsuke-Sama (to which she catches a twitch of an eyebrow from the man in question).
She doesn't even waste her time being jealous of someone who can be so up front with their emotions concerning another -- especially not when, that night, she calls the name "Shinsuke" with all the gentleness she can muster, and that eyebrow does not twitch... but his mouth does.
45. touch
》 Still, "No."
46. revolution
》 She doesn't want him to drown, but she can't turn off the sun in his desert. If only he'd come with her into the woods.
47. lingering
》 His composure withers once she's closed the door and he slumps detrimentally into it, pressing into his scarred brow with the heel of his palm, inciting a red glow in his vision. He can't stop it. He can't stop her, creeping and crawling in, as uncertainly as her foreign food sits in his belly.
He's slaughter an entire floor of the basement levels if he thought it would just go away.
48. royalty
》 Her cranes are sloppy and his are pristine and perfect. He wraps hands around hers from behind and guides hers, folding even and slow as her hair brushes the open kimono baring his chest.
His well-constructed bird and her barely held-together one sit next to each other on the table in such an innocent fashion that she's not sure she likes it. She'd never wanted to be paralyzed white in a seat next to him where all it would take is a gust to blow her a way.
He laughs as he pulls away from her body, breath brushed against the shell of her ear.
...Oh.
49. pleasure
》 He is ugly and sloppy as he comes inside of her, clutching at her body in ways that hurt and never remaining in her bed long enough to be warm and welcome.
-- but the way his loose bandages hang at the nape of his sweaty neck (never enough to see, he always finishes and catches them) and then loop around just a bit like some faded noose is enough to appeal to her.
50. yes
》 He quivers as her hand rakes down his broad chest and bites his own lip until practically bloody, and she honestly can't tell if it's lust or disgust. He doesn't wear his emotions like any normal man ever could.
"Look at me." It's not quite a plea.
"Why should I?"
"You finally let me touch you."
"Isn't that enough, or are you truly so greedy? I could sever the hand just as easily."
She doesn't think this is easy for him, so she wonders aloud; "Why?"
He doesn't answer, muscles clenching unbearably tight as her hands continue to roam. Maybe she's found a way to calm the beast in him. But then, he only lets that which he loathes this close to him.
"Do you hate me?"
He laughs, sharp and shrill, and peels off the slim remains of his kimono for her.