(yeah, this is a bit raw. XD Not good with Saiyuki since I don't know it very well but here goes)
He'd sat there so long that the blood hand long since congealed around him and began to dry against his skin. His back was to the wall and though the stone was cool and slightly damp, he didn't feel anything but the hard press between his shoulders. He was drenched in red, bathed in the blood of his enemies.
Hakkai pulled in a breath of desert air, hot and rough it slinking down his throat while he watched the long haired alchemist just stare up at his tattooed palm rimmed in red. He never thought he'd have something in common with the cold blooded bastard, but there against that wall, watching pleasure glazed yellow eyes trace an tinted array, he felt the connection. The memories gnawed at his soul and left him raw.
Very very nice. The image of him laying on his back especially pleases me, because one of the openings has Hakkai laying in a similar position looking up at his bare palm. And Hakkai does the soaked in blood bit so well.
There it was, the snitch, floating high above the third tier of the Hufflepuff benches and apparently Potty was too busy trying to keep his team together to spot the damned thing. This had to be his lucky day. The Prince of Slytherin kicked at his broom and rose fast and hard towards the shining little trinket. He was within inches of his goal when he seen a sweep of red and gold barreling his way. Potty was too slow.
The house of green and silver yelled wildly, throwing their banners about and shouting praises to their seeker. Draco Malfoy sat smug atop his broom and held tightly the still fluttering prize, waving the clutching hand lazily at the disbelieving Harry Potter.
"That's right, Potty, this is my victory. " He started to say as he turned back to his team but the words died around the forth and he nearly fell from his broom. There, staring back at him was his teammates, six smiling banana cream muffin cakes.
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The Kimble of your choice and Hakkai from Saiyuki- raw.
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He'd sat there so long that the blood hand long since congealed around him and began to dry against his skin. His back was to the wall and though the stone was cool and slightly damp, he didn't feel anything but the hard press between his shoulders. He was drenched in red, bathed in the blood of his enemies.
Hakkai pulled in a breath of desert air, hot and rough it slinking down his throat while he watched the long haired alchemist just stare up at his tattooed palm rimmed in red. He never thought he'd have something in common with the cold blooded bastard, but there against that wall, watching pleasure glazed yellow eyes trace an tinted array, he felt the connection. The memories gnawed at his soul and left him raw.
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circumstances and opportunity
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The house of green and silver yelled wildly, throwing their banners about and shouting praises to their seeker. Draco Malfoy sat smug atop his broom and held tightly the still fluttering prize, waving the clutching hand lazily at the disbelieving Harry Potter.
"That's right, Potty, this is my victory. " He started to say as he turned back to his team but the words died around the forth and he nearly fell from his broom. There, staring back at him was his teammates, six smiling banana cream muffin cakes.
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