Sora/Kilik x2
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sesshoAir Gear fanfiction post~ Going to post it on AG comm, wish me luck ;)
Title: After
Author: Sessho
Rating: G?
Pairing: Sora/Kilik if you squint (I do)
Warnings: Angst
Words: ~400
A/N: betaed by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fiendie - thanks; dedicated to ms_rebellious <3
After. She asked him what he was going to do after. What after? For him there was no ‘after’. There was the past. There were memories. There was Sora.
There wasn’t any ‘after’.
He didn’t need anything like that, he didn’t want it. Since that time he’s been tired. Completely burnt out. Or rather – he would be if not for that tiny bitter flicker of flame – passion, desire to put everything to an end.
It was burning him alive.
It was keeping him alive.
Frankly, being ‘alive’ had no significance for him. Fulfilling his goal – yes. Wiping out his past mistakes. His foolish, naïve errors. The grave one.
He had been a fool then. He was a fool now.
He could acknowledge that he had been. He did.
He would never allow himself to notice that he still was. It wouldn’t change anything. It would only burden him, stir doubts. He couldn’t afford any hesitation. Not because it would most probably kill him. Because it wouldn’t help him kill Sora.
He had to, he wanted to.
He breathed. He ate. He slept. He trained and he trained some more. Everything with that one thing in mind.
He didn’t know when it had started to define him. He didn’t want to know either.
When his aim is reached (not ‘if’ - never ‘if’) he will lose that thing. He will dispose of it himself – with his very own hands. He won’t regret.
There won’t be anymore what used to define him nor will be any need for a replacement.
He won’t bother. He won’t make an effort to shape himself anew. He won’t try to define his existence again.
There was no ‘after’ in his thoughts. No need for it.
‘After’ didn’t exist.
You can’t fly with just one wing. Especially when it only had been carved on your back right from the start.
Title: Foolish
Author: Sessho
Rating: G?
Pairing: Sora/Kilik if you squint (I do)
Warnings: More angst
Words: ~600
A/N: betaed byfiendie - thanks; dedicated to ms_rebellious <3 Your fault that I love Kilik ;)
Foolish idea, foolish dreams, foolish hopes. Once they had been more than that. Now they were reduced to that single adjective – simple and cruel in its simplicity. All they had already built and all they were striving to build were shattered. Like the glass that he drove Sora into. Like Sora’s legs.
Like the glasses – he still remembered getting them from Sora on his first birthday outside – on the day he himself chose but not without the other’s earlier insisting. Big glasses with round pink lenses. ‘So ya won’t look so stiff. ‘nd it will match your hair nicely too’. He was just about to puff from indignation and tell Sora to shove it when he added off-handedly – with that trademark grin of his - ‘So your world will be brighter ‘nd stuff’
His anger and outrage shrank immediately and he settled for roughly plucking the item from the other’s hand and giving him cold shrug for the rest of the day.
He stepped on them and crushed with his heel the very day he learned about Sora’s plans.
He was the only one who was trying to create anything. They all knew it, had known it right from the start, but didn’t bother to enlighten him. They all lied to him, betrayed him.
Beautiful, strong, prideful Rika who saw so much and did nothing. Ine who had her eyes set on Spitfire and him only, who proclaimed herself ‘neutral’ after all of this. Spitfire with his easy-going attitude. Dontores who was the weakest from all of them. Falko who treated everything with the same indifference – always concerned only about expanding his bloody road. Black Burn who was not any better than the rest.
His sister – the person who shared his face and looks. His dear sister who apparently didn’t share his thoughts and plans. Who didn’t mind stepping on his feelings and leaving him, betraying him even before everyone else.
None of them hesitated. None of them warned him.
And he was stupid for having trusted them, he was stupid for having believed in Sora. He was stupid.
And too naïve and gullible and just asking to be made a fool of.
All those things that he held dear – most of them were taken away from him. He himself took care of the rest.
All those feelings that he harboured – once stepped on he rendered of no use – tainted – and he disposed of them as well.
He changed ATs for a motorcycle – big, heavy and loud and with no chance of ever leaving the ground. He bought himself a new pair of glasses – big, round and with dark lenses.
He put a lot of effort to make himself a mere wreck of old him and he succeeded.
Strong and stern and ruthless and all about points.
His body muscular, but somehow tighter and smaller than ever. Full of sharp edges, sticking out bones. As if it was feeding on his hatred and bitterness and sense of betrayal but they didn’t serve it too well.
Pink strands framing his face, hiding his overly protruding cheekbones, but not helping to conceal just how tired and frail it sometimes seemed to become.
Always slim and bordering on the edge of frail, now he was looking more and more like one of those failed experiments – sentenced off-handedly to death from starvation by unsatisfied scientists.
Reluctantly he took out his ATs again. He put them on with poor imitation of a smirk on his lips.
Comments are love ^^
Title: After
Author: Sessho
Rating: G?
Pairing: Sora/Kilik if you squint (I do)
Warnings: Angst
Words: ~400
A/N: betaed by
fiendie - thanks; dedicated to ms_rebellious <3After. She asked him what he was going to do after. What after? For him there was no ‘after’. There was the past. There were memories. There was Sora.
There wasn’t any ‘after’.
He didn’t need anything like that, he didn’t want it. Since that time he’s been tired. Completely burnt out. Or rather – he would be if not for that tiny bitter flicker of flame – passion, desire to put everything to an end.
It was burning him alive.
It was keeping him alive.
Frankly, being ‘alive’ had no significance for him. Fulfilling his goal – yes. Wiping out his past mistakes. His foolish, naïve errors. The grave one.
He had been a fool then. He was a fool now.
He could acknowledge that he had been. He did.
He would never allow himself to notice that he still was. It wouldn’t change anything. It would only burden him, stir doubts. He couldn’t afford any hesitation. Not because it would most probably kill him. Because it wouldn’t help him kill Sora.
He had to, he wanted to.
He breathed. He ate. He slept. He trained and he trained some more. Everything with that one thing in mind.
He didn’t know when it had started to define him. He didn’t want to know either.
When his aim is reached (not ‘if’ - never ‘if’) he will lose that thing. He will dispose of it himself – with his very own hands. He won’t regret.
There won’t be anymore what used to define him nor will be any need for a replacement.
He won’t bother. He won’t make an effort to shape himself anew. He won’t try to define his existence again.
There was no ‘after’ in his thoughts. No need for it.
‘After’ didn’t exist.
You can’t fly with just one wing. Especially when it only had been carved on your back right from the start.
Title: Foolish
Author: Sessho
Rating: G?
Pairing: Sora/Kilik if you squint (I do)
Warnings: More angst
Words: ~600
A/N: betaed by
fiendie - thanks; dedicated to ms_rebellious <3 Your fault that I love Kilik ;)Foolish idea, foolish dreams, foolish hopes. Once they had been more than that. Now they were reduced to that single adjective – simple and cruel in its simplicity. All they had already built and all they were striving to build were shattered. Like the glass that he drove Sora into. Like Sora’s legs.
Like the glasses – he still remembered getting them from Sora on his first birthday outside – on the day he himself chose but not without the other’s earlier insisting. Big glasses with round pink lenses. ‘So ya won’t look so stiff. ‘nd it will match your hair nicely too’. He was just about to puff from indignation and tell Sora to shove it when he added off-handedly – with that trademark grin of his - ‘So your world will be brighter ‘nd stuff’
His anger and outrage shrank immediately and he settled for roughly plucking the item from the other’s hand and giving him cold shrug for the rest of the day.
He stepped on them and crushed with his heel the very day he learned about Sora’s plans.
He was the only one who was trying to create anything. They all knew it, had known it right from the start, but didn’t bother to enlighten him. They all lied to him, betrayed him.
Beautiful, strong, prideful Rika who saw so much and did nothing. Ine who had her eyes set on Spitfire and him only, who proclaimed herself ‘neutral’ after all of this. Spitfire with his easy-going attitude. Dontores who was the weakest from all of them. Falko who treated everything with the same indifference – always concerned only about expanding his bloody road. Black Burn who was not any better than the rest.
His sister – the person who shared his face and looks. His dear sister who apparently didn’t share his thoughts and plans. Who didn’t mind stepping on his feelings and leaving him, betraying him even before everyone else.
None of them hesitated. None of them warned him.
And he was stupid for having trusted them, he was stupid for having believed in Sora. He was stupid.
And too naïve and gullible and just asking to be made a fool of.
All those things that he held dear – most of them were taken away from him. He himself took care of the rest.
All those feelings that he harboured – once stepped on he rendered of no use – tainted – and he disposed of them as well.
He changed ATs for a motorcycle – big, heavy and loud and with no chance of ever leaving the ground. He bought himself a new pair of glasses – big, round and with dark lenses.
He put a lot of effort to make himself a mere wreck of old him and he succeeded.
Strong and stern and ruthless and all about points.
His body muscular, but somehow tighter and smaller than ever. Full of sharp edges, sticking out bones. As if it was feeding on his hatred and bitterness and sense of betrayal but they didn’t serve it too well.
Pink strands framing his face, hiding his overly protruding cheekbones, but not helping to conceal just how tired and frail it sometimes seemed to become.
Always slim and bordering on the edge of frail, now he was looking more and more like one of those failed experiments – sentenced off-handedly to death from starvation by unsatisfied scientists.
Reluctantly he took out his ATs again. He put them on with poor imitation of a smirk on his lips.
Comments are love ^^
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Date: 2009-01-06 04:50 pm (UTC)To think that I wasn't sure whether to include it or not XDThanks~ Though I doubt since that fandom is more or less inactive, but it sure would be nice ^^
When will be there some new PoT crack from you? ;3no subject
Date: 2009-01-06 05:11 pm (UTC)too many boobies? XDAlso - your icon = love. ;;
Not sure, right now I'm totally out-of-fandom and all I've written since the end of the summer break are a few scraps, nothing more. I do have two short fics to post, though :D;; The two from the summer challenge I still haven't posted due to... Eh, well, let's say I didn't feel like posting them, quite a long story here actually. These two aren't anything special, though, and they are rather short. I will post them sooner or later I guess, maybe after I've polished them a little, since I'm not that satisfied with them. ... Or maybe not, since they are part of the summer challenge and should remain unchanged after the deadline, heheh XDno subject
Date: 2009-01-06 07:46 pm (UTC)There are many boobies, but their owners are usually likable characters xD And there's loooot of slash subtext.I know *^^* - Chane&Vino <33
Deadline - shmedline? XD Do as you wish, but I'd really like to see some fanfiction from you~ And leave the judgement for readers ;) I wonder - do you ever write for any other fandoms? (I mean, besides those FMA pieces)no subject
Date: 2009-01-09 06:04 am (UTC)Yeah, the anime is just so... Dumb. And pretty confusing. And doesn't have any ending, which is pretty frustrating, especially after spending X hours on watching it XD I should read the manga version, it seems, everybody says it's amazing and stuff... I'll try to get to it asap then :Dd
Whoa, likeable charas with boobs :o Now that's something XDMy Baccano OTP *.* They are amazing together. Well, this pairing is creepy like whoa, but then... I love me some creepy things from time to time :Dd
Well, I'll left them as they are I guess XD Other fandoms... Not much, really. Sure, I've written a few drabbles here and there, but that's all if I remember correctly :o But it's not like I mind writing stuff for fandoms other than PoT XD Actually, I was planning to do some new, multi-fandom challenge after matura (almost 5 months of vacation almost scream wriiiiting timeee XD).no subject
Date: 2009-01-09 04:57 pm (UTC)Even if it means that I'm getting more and more obssessed with Kilik. XD Today I wrote another drabble about him. XDWell, not all, but some are really great <3And what was teh great ending in the anime in the manga is just one of many events.
Mine too <3 I love them together~ And it's such a rare thing for me to like a canon het pairing. I wish there was a continuation of the anime ;_;
Or I'll just try searching for the novelsSo it's just that PoT ate your soul when it comes to writing fanfiction? XD Multi fandom? Whoa. Baccano included, I'm sure? ;)