fanfic, major AUness >_>
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stalkerbunnyAa, now I at least know their names...except Yaone...
Also, spell check says appraisingly is wrong, can anyone tell which word would be the right one to convey that she was looking at it, trying to see if it was satisfactory?
EDIT: Going to see the third p.o.t.c. movie tomorrow, with a friend I haven't seen in a while (and sister) :) *happy*
Title: untitled for now
Author/Artist: me
Website: http://keraaminenkettu.deviantart.com/
Warnings: AU, very very AU, beware. Names (and in some cases, gender) have been changed to protect the innocent.
Pairing(s): Um. maybe later there might be a smidgen of 85, I hope. in a rather innocent way, because I'm shy about writing pairings at all
Notes: This is the first written part of this...thing, and there are pieces happening before and after this floating around in my head. Very tempted to write them, unless people wish to drive me away with torches or something like that...I do not trust my sense of taste too much, believe me. Question: Should I point out who is who, or let people guess?
Hale=Hakkai
Sarah=Sanzo
Her(step)mum=Koumyou
Gabrielle=Goku
the unnamed boy next door and his older brother= Gojyo and Dokugakuji
aand that's it for the people appearing in this part ^_^
And then for the actual fic -->
He walked along the wall, hand brushing along the blackened metal bars. They were sharp at the end, perilous for anyone attempting to climb over them. When she walked around the corner of the church, Hale became still, unnoticeable.
She wasn't looking, thought, too immersed in conversation with another black clad figure. It didn't quite suit her, the black dress, the white around her face making it pale and the hood hiding her beautiful hair, making her almost impersonal.
It didn't look like Kathy and he never had liked strangers. Therefore, when her head turned his way, Hale ducked behind the brick part of the wall, praying, no, hoping that she hadn't seen him.
And walked all the way back home, mumbled something polite and vague when his stepfather asked why he'd taken such a long time getting back from school, told his stepmother equally politely he wasn't hungry, and went into his room. Where he gently lowered his schoolbag onto the floor. Hale stood there for a while, staring at the wall that he hadn't thrown his bag at, and then decided to start doing homework. It was too easy, like most days, and his mind started to wonder aimlessly, until he realized the reason he couldn't see the page properly was because it had become dark.
Some of the windows of the building across the road had been lighted, and shone like small paintings in the dark. They were kitchen and bedroom windows, he knew, and even now a man was cooking something in the second from the right fifth floor window. Probably instant noodles, since that was what he usually made. A movement caught his attention a bit lower, in the fourth floor, where Sarah's mom was hanging something in their kitchen window. When she stepped away to look at it appraisingly, he realized it was the paper moon that Sarah had made grudgingly in arts. It was really just a round frame on which some transparent paper had been glued on, but Sarah's mum nodded to her self like she was quite pleased with how it looked.
Well, their curtains did have stars on them.
Gabriella's window was still dark, which he thought odd, until he remembered it was their restaurant night. Of course, her explanation of what she was going to eat had been quite easy to hear even across the yard, as had been Sarah yelling at her from the window to shut up already. One corner of his mouth quirked upwards at that memory.
The house that he was looking at was one of the older ones on this area, and while not in pristine shape, still had certain charm, unlike the blotchy concrete monstrosity he lived in. "It's so ugly" His mother was always complaining, which his father would counter by saying that the building itself wasn't in bad shape and how conveniently it was situated for his workplace.
The upstairs neighbors were fighting again, the yelling could be heard through the pipes, and if he had pressed his ear to the battery, Hale could have probably heard even individual words. If he did things like that.
Soon enough the younger boy was striding across the yard in front of the house, shoulders hunched angrily, or perhaps protectively, inwards.
When he was just under one of the lamps, he stopped and turned to look back. Artificial lamplight caught on red hair, black at the roots, and showed the snowflakes already settled there. The red suited him surprisingly well, despite his dark skin. The boys older brother came into sight, running to him with a coat.
It was strange how the younger one always seemed to have clothes that were either worn or too light, or often both, while his brother had much better, if still cheap clothes. Now he was apparently trying to give his coat to his younger brother, who just shook his head pensively. They spoke for a while, and then he shrugged and walked away, while the other one was left to stand there, looking unhappy.
Also, spell check says appraisingly is wrong, can anyone tell which word would be the right one to convey that she was looking at it, trying to see if it was satisfactory?
EDIT: Going to see the third p.o.t.c. movie tomorrow, with a friend I haven't seen in a while (and sister) :) *happy*
Title: untitled for now
Author/Artist: me
Website: http://keraaminenkettu.deviantart.com/
Warnings: AU, very very AU, beware. Names (and in some cases, gender) have been changed to protect the innocent.
Pairing(s): Um. maybe later there might be a smidgen of 85, I hope. in a rather innocent way, because I'm shy about writing pairings at all
Notes: This is the first written part of this...thing, and there are pieces happening before and after this floating around in my head. Very tempted to write them, unless people wish to drive me away with torches or something like that...I do not trust my sense of taste too much, believe me. Question: Should I point out who is who, or let people guess?
Hale=Hakkai
Sarah=Sanzo
Her(step)mum=Koumyou
Gabrielle=Goku
the unnamed boy next door and his older brother= Gojyo and Dokugakuji
aand that's it for the people appearing in this part ^_^
And then for the actual fic -->
He walked along the wall, hand brushing along the blackened metal bars. They were sharp at the end, perilous for anyone attempting to climb over them. When she walked around the corner of the church, Hale became still, unnoticeable.
She wasn't looking, thought, too immersed in conversation with another black clad figure. It didn't quite suit her, the black dress, the white around her face making it pale and the hood hiding her beautiful hair, making her almost impersonal.
It didn't look like Kathy and he never had liked strangers. Therefore, when her head turned his way, Hale ducked behind the brick part of the wall, praying, no, hoping that she hadn't seen him.
And walked all the way back home, mumbled something polite and vague when his stepfather asked why he'd taken such a long time getting back from school, told his stepmother equally politely he wasn't hungry, and went into his room. Where he gently lowered his schoolbag onto the floor. Hale stood there for a while, staring at the wall that he hadn't thrown his bag at, and then decided to start doing homework. It was too easy, like most days, and his mind started to wonder aimlessly, until he realized the reason he couldn't see the page properly was because it had become dark.
Some of the windows of the building across the road had been lighted, and shone like small paintings in the dark. They were kitchen and bedroom windows, he knew, and even now a man was cooking something in the second from the right fifth floor window. Probably instant noodles, since that was what he usually made. A movement caught his attention a bit lower, in the fourth floor, where Sarah's mom was hanging something in their kitchen window. When she stepped away to look at it appraisingly, he realized it was the paper moon that Sarah had made grudgingly in arts. It was really just a round frame on which some transparent paper had been glued on, but Sarah's mum nodded to her self like she was quite pleased with how it looked.
Well, their curtains did have stars on them.
Gabriella's window was still dark, which he thought odd, until he remembered it was their restaurant night. Of course, her explanation of what she was going to eat had been quite easy to hear even across the yard, as had been Sarah yelling at her from the window to shut up already. One corner of his mouth quirked upwards at that memory.
The house that he was looking at was one of the older ones on this area, and while not in pristine shape, still had certain charm, unlike the blotchy concrete monstrosity he lived in. "It's so ugly" His mother was always complaining, which his father would counter by saying that the building itself wasn't in bad shape and how conveniently it was situated for his workplace.
The upstairs neighbors were fighting again, the yelling could be heard through the pipes, and if he had pressed his ear to the battery, Hale could have probably heard even individual words. If he did things like that.
Soon enough the younger boy was striding across the yard in front of the house, shoulders hunched angrily, or perhaps protectively, inwards.
When he was just under one of the lamps, he stopped and turned to look back. Artificial lamplight caught on red hair, black at the roots, and showed the snowflakes already settled there. The red suited him surprisingly well, despite his dark skin. The boys older brother came into sight, running to him with a coat.
It was strange how the younger one always seemed to have clothes that were either worn or too light, or often both, while his brother had much better, if still cheap clothes. Now he was apparently trying to give his coat to his younger brother, who just shook his head pensively. They spoke for a while, and then he shrugged and walked away, while the other one was left to stand there, looking unhappy.
