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telophase had some fun with this a little while ago, so I thought I'd give it a try, because it's too quiet on LJ for me:

Choose two of my icons [or heck, two characters from two different authors' works that you know I've read, manga, SF&F, whatever] and I will tell you what happens when those two people (or things) get together. Definition of "get together" may vary. Response may be phrased in the form of a snippet or sentences of random blathering.



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Apr. 1st, 2008 09:56 pm (UTC)
Yuuko from xxxHolic and Gojyo!
Apr. 2nd, 2008 01:18 am (UTC)

Yuuko and Gojyo

It was a really strange-looking shop, and the longer he looked around, the less certain Gojyo was that this was where Hakkai had meant him to go.

"May I help you?" purred a female voice.

Was this the shop owner? She was a real looker - and a class act. He could tell. Probably a little older than he was - real sophisticated.

"I'm not sure," he said, smiling. "My, uh, buddy said to - I mean, I need a sake flask, and four cups."

"Is that what you really want?"

Wow, that was a awfullly strange question. This was getting weird. But she was really looking at him. He leaned on the counter and looked back, engagingly. "Well, no. What I really want is something to make me irresistible to women."

She smiled at him slowly. "Really?"

Maybe he was getting somewhere. It was a little disturbing that he couldn't tell. He tried again. "Naaah, I'm already irresistible to women. What I really want ... ."

And suddenly he realized he didn't really know.

* * * * *

Yuuko sighed inwardly. Why was it that the closer the answer was, the harder it seemed to be for them to even figure out the question? This was going to take awhile.

But at least it would be fun to watch.

Apr. 3rd, 2008 03:37 am (UTC)
Oh, this is so good. *gives LJ a good kicking for eating my comment from yesterday* I love the way both of them are so wonderfully complicated.

Of course, now I want to see Hakkai and Yuuko duke it out. I wonder who would win? Maybe it would be best for bystanders to just flee. Hee.
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Apr. 1st, 2008 10:02 pm (UTC)
Apr. 2nd, 2008 01:24 am (UTC)

(And with my favorite icon, too!)

Yachiru and the Nac Mac Feegle

"Almost done ...!" sighed Yachiru happily to herself. "Kenny will be so surprised!"

The lacquered table was elaborately laid with platters of mochi, konpeito, ice cream, shave ice, and other sweets. And five pots of tea. And sake. Several jars of it. Something for everyone! she thought, happily. She turned around to pick up the centerpiece - a pineapple inexpertly tricked out to look like a pig - and suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the sake jars wobble, rise, and head for the edge of the table with astonishing speed.

Yachiru pounced on it with even more astonishing speed. Something small and blue was underneath the jar. She grabbed it hard. It wiggled. A lot.

It looked like a very small blue person.

"You can have that!" she said, sternly. "It's Kenny's. Why are you blue?"

The blue person wiggled, and kicked, and finally wailed "Wullie-e-e-e-e!"

Behind the edge of the screen, Smaller-Than-Medium-Sized Wullie shook his head. One of these days, Long Shamus would learn to look before he leapt.

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Apr. 1st, 2008 10:08 pm (UTC)
D and Yuuko
Apr. 2nd, 2008 01:28 am (UTC)

:-D   Serves me right! Right?

Yuuko and Count D

Watanuki looked up as the customer came into the store. He was a slender man in what looked like Chinese robes of rich silk, and he looked around the shop with interest and approval as he came forward. Then, suddenly, he stopped. Watanuki turned to look.

Yuuko had come into the front room, wearing her charmingly mysterious look, ready to do business - and then she stopped, too.

They smiled at each other.

"Pardon me," said the customer, tilting his head disarmingly, "But don't I know you?"

"I was about to ask you the same," she answered, sweetly.

Watanuki felt as though the air was becoming thick with meaningful glances - and somehow, despite all the charm, love wasn't what came to mind. He found he was clutching his broom far too tightly. Yuuko laughed, gently. "Watanuki, please bring us some tea and ... those iced cakes you made this morning."

"How delightful," murmured the customer, approvingly. As Watanuki turned to go, Yuuko crossed the room and the sign in the window from "Open" to "Closed."

"It's fated," she said. "And I don't intend to be interrupted."

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Apr. 1st, 2008 11:05 pm (UTC)
Hazel and Yuya, please.
Apr. 2nd, 2008 02:12 am (UTC)

Hazel Grosse and Shiina Yuya

"Of course you've heard of me," she said, confidently. "I'm the leading bounty hunter on the Tokaido Road!"

The black-clad man in the funny hat shook his head sadly. "My regrets, Miss Yuya. I can't say I have - I'm a stranger in these parts. But my conscience won't let me rest if I leave a young lady like yourself to travel alone."

She refrained from rolling her eyes - she was a professional, after all. He was kind of creepy. And he didn't seem to have heard a single thing she'd said.

She glanced up at his massive bodyguard, who gazed back impassively. The two of them would probably scare off the small fry. But that still left the big scores. And someone who was such a "gentleman" wouldn't insist on sharing the bounty.

"Fine," she snapped. "Let's go."

And you better not turn out to be an ass-grabber, Grosse-san, or you're going to be missing some fingers.

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Apr. 1st, 2008 11:36 pm (UTC)
I was thinking SDK's Yukimura and anyone would be interesting, but now looking at the icons I'm actually gonna go with Hatsuharu from FB and Akira from SDK. ^^
Apr. 2nd, 2008 02:33 am (UTC)

Sohma Hatsuharu and Akira

Akira took a deep breath as he strode along the road to Kyoto, and finally managed to regain his grip on his temper. The Sohma clan idiot with the poetic name had managed to resist all Akira's suggestions to get lost. He'd attached himself to Akira at the last waystation for some reason and had stuck like a burr for the past 3 hours.

"You know, you don't seem to be taking my meaning," he said, pleasantly as he could. "I don't need any company along the road."

"That's alright," said Sohma, amiably. "I don't have anything else to do today."

Akira ground his teeth and stopped dead. "I'm sorry, you've forced me to be blunt. Stop following me."

"I'm not," said Sohma. "I'm just walking this direction."

"You lie! You told the officer at the waypost that you were traveling to Edo!"

"Well ... I thought it might be a good idea for someone to travel with you."

Akira, burning with rage, drew himself up to his full height - which he knew damn well was less than this idiot's. "Oh really? Because you think that I can't - see?

On the last word, both blades were out, and he fully intended to remove the top portion of Sohma's hair and the sash of his kimono. But somehow, without seeming to move, the idiot sidestepped. It should have been impossible.

"Wow, you're good!" said Sohma, sincerely and calmly.

Akira started to shake with rage. He hadn't been this angry since ... .

"Sohma," he grated, at last. "You don't happen to know a fellow named Hotaru, do you?"

Apr. 1st, 2008 11:57 pm (UTC)
I shouldn't even be reading LJ right now, but this is just too tempting.


Sorry? ^_^
Apr. 2nd, 2008 02:54 am (UTC)

No apologies needed!

Sanada Yukimura and Genjyo Sanzo

Yukimura heard the footsteps on the path leading to his favorite Kudoyama fishing spot, but his rod and line didn't waver even slightly. As the traveler rounded the last bend, the other sound he'd been hearing resolved itself: a priest's staff. He turned and saw -

An absolutely ravishing vision. The priest's robe and big hat were adorning a sullenly handsome and very young man who seemed to have both the weight of the world and a Fujiyama-sized chip on his shoulders. Yukimura dropped his eyes and held his breath for a moment, then raised a reddened, guileless face to greet the stranger.

"Good afternoon!"

"Hn," said the vision, shortly. "I think I missed my turn. I was looking for the Wakayama road." His eyes strayed to the jug near Yukimura's hip. Yukimura raised his eyebrows and pushed it across the rock toward his visitor. "I'm Genjiro," he confided. "Would you like a drink?"

The priest hesitated only a moment, then sat down on the other end of the rock slab, laid down his staff, and picked up the jug. In a second he was gulping thirstily. Yukimura watched approvingly. "Your name?" he asked.

The jug was lowered and replaced. The sullen face had relaxed a fraction, and the skin below the high cheekbones was as flushed as Yukimura's. "Genjyo Sanzo," the young man said, at last. There was still something twitchy about him. Yukimura took a deep breath, inhaling the tempting smell of young, healthy sweat and - yes. I thought so.

He reached into his sleeve and pulled out his pipe and his tobacco pouch. Sanzo's eyes were instantly riveted to it. "You don't mind if I smoke, do you?" asked Yukimura, sweetly.

And to think that Saizo bet me I wouldn't catch anything today!

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Apr. 2nd, 2008 05:34 am (UTC)
Totoro and Manji.
Apr. 2nd, 2008 04:18 pm (UTC)

Manji and Totoro

Manji woke with a start. He felt suprisingly warm and comfortable, given that the last thing he remembered was staggering into the snowy woods, bleeding from several gut and chest wounds (any of which ought to have been fatal) and using his left hand to clutch his dismembered right hand to its stump. He even recalled wondering, grimly, whether the kessen chu would keep him from freezing to death.

Now the last of the pain was a thin, faded thing, and both hands seemed to be working - they were clutching what felt like coarse, shaggy hair, and the surface he was on seemed to be heaving slightly. He opened his eyes.

He was on a hairy, yeilding mound the size of a small cottage. Downslope was a slightly smaller mound - it looked horribly like a head. Those curved indentations would be eyes, and ... .

Definitely eyes. They opened slowly, and seemed to blink at him. Then, to his increasing horror, a huge mouth opened, and gaped at him toothily.

He started slithering off the beast slowly, backward - but it seemed to have the same idea, and dumped him off faster than he'd meant to go. Still, he landed on his feet in the snow, reaching for weapons - only to be biffed between the shoulderblades by a paw as big as a 6-year-old child before he could come up with a single blade. Then, while he was staggering from the powerful but harmless blow, it happened again.

Damn thing was playing with him!

"Whoa, now," he said, hoarsely. "No games before breakfast! Hear me?"

The huge face regarded him with a grin of benign idiocy. The creature reached up above his head and biffed a snowy branch instead. A buttload of snow dropped onto his head. When he was able to see again, there was nothing but a set of huge footprints leading off between the trees. If it hadn't been for those marks, he'd have been inclined to disbelieve the entire thing and call it a hallucination while he'd been recovering.

Then again, a man stuffed full of magical blood worms probably shouldn't be so quick to call things unbelievable. The fact remained that he was alive, and relatively dry, and unchilled.

"Um ... thanks!"

He turned downhill and started trudging, hoping that he was heading the right direction for civilization.

Edited at 2008-04-02 04:43 pm (UTC)
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