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Someone requested another crossover meme, but -- why stick with just crossovers? Here's your chance to request things from any fandom you like -- especially if the fandom is small, obscure, or has no request type of meme available. Hopefully someone else will come along and fill it out, or someone else's request will spark something off in your head that you just have to write --

So here you go!


PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME


Anon is on like always!

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ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.

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Fandom(s): Higurashi no ku Koro Ni
Character(s): Keiichi & Mion
Pairing(s, if any): K1/Mion
Summary: first date~
Preferred Rating: anything~
Preferred Medium: fic please~

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I am sorry for my fail D;

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Mion told herself she would take no more than an hour to get ready. Anything more, and she'd lose a hell of a lot of respect for herself. This was Keiichi, the boy who walked around in maid outfits, for gods sake! (Not that he wasn't forced into them, but she'd leave that part out)

She stared at herself in the mirror, the brush she'd borrowed from Shion tangled within emerald locks. It would take a miracle and a pair of scissors to free them. Her face had been lathered with so much makeup it was hard to move. Every smile cracked the foundation around her cheeks, making her look like she'd been hit by a bus, flakes of fake skin peeling off in gigantic chunks. It probably would have been wiser to just get Shion to help her. But no, she would do this on her own. She was a girl, too!

"Hurry up, would you? It's been hours!" Keiichi moaned from the other side of Mion's closed door. She had barricaded herself in, and he was less than pleased at her vanity, to say the least.

Quick as she could, Mion peeled off the dried makeup (which was terribly easy to do. It even came off in one big, Mion-shaped piece.) and wrapped the hair that hung down her back over the tangled hairbrush, hiding it from sight.

"I'm not doing this because I want to, Kei-chan!" Mion lied, staring at her outfit hanging on the back of her door, directly opposite from where Keiichi was standing on the other side. It was a mans tuxedo, fitted to her size, even. Yet it still made her look like a rectangle with a head, thanks to padded shoulders that she just couldn't rip out.

"Let's just get it over with! Stop making me suffer!" Keiichi whined as Mion pulled on her tux, feeling way too manly in the thing.

It was funny. This was what she'd always wanted, a date with Keiichi, but... what they'd gotten themselves into was utterly ridiculous.

"Fine, I'm ready." Mion growled, opening the door and putting her hands on her hips. "...you look ridiculous, Kei-chan."

Keiichi scowled, his face turning a deep pink color, almost perfectly matching the skirt of his dress, which hung low around his hips and down to his ankles, where he had been so graciously shoved into hot pink kitten heels.

"Sh-shut up." He said, clutching at the sequined bodice of the dress, wringing it through his fingers. "Let's just go."

Mion smirked, suddenly feeling more normal than usual in her tuxedo with shoulders far too long for her body, standing next to a man in a pink dress down to his ankles. "Alright, Kei-chan," She smiled, "If you're so eager, well do it!"

She took Keiichi's arm in her own, and led him across the threshold.