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I seem to be unable to write full fic due to the utter lack of time on my hands. Which is frustrating since I have ideas bouncing around my head and no way of fulfilling them. D:

TITLE - Atomic
FANDOM - Akira (movie)
PAIRING - None
NOTES - Kaneda-centric, short, introspect



My name…is Kaneda.

I live here, in the slums of Neo-Tokyo where nothing is untouched and nothing belongs to anyone. Kei lives here too, ever since Ryu died. We know he died. How? This is Neo-Tokyo.

Any person who doesn’t come back home is either dead, kidnapped or run away.

Death seemed the more likely option.

Kai still lives with his mother. With our little group disbanded, spread out and lost, it feels like an explosion passed us by and messed up everything.

That explosion was…Tetsuo.

I wonder if he blames me for breaking my promises. Though, from what I saw in the end, he hated me for keeping them. Hated being weak, hated being patronized.

Hated being with me, hated needing me.

The list goes on. I don’t know how long it was, but he tried to kill me.

I guess it must have been pretty bad.

Gaps in Neo-Tokyo are slowly being filled, but with worse buildings than the last. Not that I mind the extra nightclubs, the sleazy bars, the prostitute warehouses. I’m used to it. Now it sounds like something bad, but I don’t really care.

This is….our life now. I can imagine a little bit more as to why Tetsuo wanted to blow it up.

Be a king in this empty place.

I want to leave. I could take Kei with me. Kai could come too if he wanted.

But really, the person I would want to take with me, the one person who I promised that too…

…is gone.

Tetsuo, you’re an idiot.

Who told you to go on your own?!



TITLE - Roundabout
PAIRING - hinted Byakuya/Renji and hinted Renji/Rukia
FANDOM - Bleach
NOTES - Renji-centric, pre-Ichigo



Renji hadn’t expected to be thrown into the Eleventh Division. He hadn’t really considered the fact that with his looks and attitude, the first thing they would tell him was, “Oh you’re definitely Eleventh Division material.”

It wasn’t encouraging to be fourth seat member of Zaraki’s madhouse. Ikkaku hated living, Yumichika hated having his hair in an afro and Renji was quite sure Yachiru hated nothing in the entire world. They were all mad, Renji was quite sure of that.

However, he had grown accustomed to Yachiru’s Hollowback rides (though he would rather die than admit it), enjoyed drinking out with Ikkaku and Yumichika and on occasion, sat outside to soak up moonlight with the Captain.

For a brief moment in his life, Renji forgot his goals, his dreams and his strength which had left him behind. The recklessness carried him away and he drove himself further and further into the madness which is loving death.

It was his near fatal encounter with a particularly strong Hollow that ripped out his shoulder and burned a scar into his back that set the wheels in motion. Renji remembered the fading white lights of the Fourth Division and Uohana's soft smile that disappeared around her face. Then he woke up and they told him his division was to be changed.

Renji couldn't remember whether he was sad when he heard the news. It was a testament to his path upwards that he forgot one division and moved to the other.

Anything to get a little bit closer.

Just a little more...and he'll be fine.

-XX-

The Fifth division was quieter.

Hinamori talked to him often and occasionally smiled at him knowingly as if reading his drifing thoughts. Renji liked Hinamori. She was the sweet, young girl people appreciated, if not loved. Renji noticed that his captain had a habit of ruffling and patting her hair.

Renji liked his captain.

But he was nowhere closer than before.

In passing, he would see Rukia pass him by with a sad smile and he would ache. He tried to talk to her, but she seemed to vanish into thin air. As if she never existed to begin with.

As if she was the only person in the world he could never catch.

Rukia was happy with her captain and team as well. Renji couldn't have asked for more. He was vice-captain of fifth division and steadily gaining admiration amongst the shinigami of Soul Society. Or so he thinks, but the whispers are growing louder and Renji was tired.

Renji wanted to sleep for a long time.

-XX-

He didn't remember why he was transferred into the Sixth Division. All he could remember receiving the notice with sweaty palms, the condolenscences he received from his division, Hinamori's quiet but mournful eyes and Aizen's tight smile. He remembered walking away in dull heavy steps and he closed his eyes as he stepped outside.

It was a bright day.

That night, Kuchiki Byakuya invited him into his house for some sake. It was a formal notice and not something Renji could refuse easily, so he found himself sitting on the tatami mat, a jug of sake and a cup in hand. Byakuya stared at him impassively for a few moments and Renji tried to look anywhere but his captain.

It was then that Byakuya asked whether he wanted to be transferred back.

Renji replied quietly that he was content.

"Even if you hate me?" Byakuya's voice was calmly neutral and his posture didn't betray himself to the tension around them.

"Even if I hate you," Renji murmured softly.

And in the limelight, Renji could see Rukia's back and he smiled.



I want to improve the last drabble, so very sketchy and needs work.

Apparently, Hoshi Souchirou voiced Narutaki. :D
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