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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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[3/3]

[(Anonymous)]

Kai, she thought to herself. Kai, she was here for Kai. She stole money from her father and traveled halfway around the world with this smelly, grunge reporter for Kai.

But he left the door slightly ajar when he went to shower, and she couldn’t stop herself from thinking. She buried her face in the teddy bear until she heard the shower shut off, and a few minutes later, he stepped into the room, drying his hair.

“Your turn,” he said, taking a seat at the grungy hotel room. He reached for a cigarette, sighed, and instead took his book and flipped through it again. “We’re close to finding them.”

“Shut the door when you shower,” she snapped, gathering up her clothes. She made sure her back was to him so that he couldn’t see her blush.

“What?” In the reflective surface of the window, she could see his skeptical look. “It’s not like you’re going to peek on me or anything.” A smile curled on his face, something that infuriated her. “Or are you peeking?”

“Of course I wouldn’t!” she snapped, spinning around with her clothes. “Why would I want to see somebody so ugly and wrinkly and pruney and hairy?” She slammed the door shut to the bathroom.

“I was just joking,” he muttered to the empty room, returning to his book.

It was the first time she realized that she was traveling with a man, as she stood in the shower, slightly trembling from the heat that still radiated from his previous presence. She breathed heavily, face still flushed.

--

They were driving in the car. Okamura had one hand hanging outside, the other one lazily on the steering wheel as he tried to find a parking spot. Mao leaned on her elbow against the window as the sun slowly set.

“We’ll find Kai soon,” he told her. “And Saya. I can’t wait to ask her some questions.”

“It’s always Saya,” she said bitterly.

“And it’s always Kai,” he pointed out.

“Sh-shut up! I won’t talk about Kai anymore if you’re going to be that way!” Okamura finally cruised into a particular spot. “Hey, Okamura.”

“Mm?”

“You can sleep on the bed, too.” She played with her hair. “It’s really annoying when you stay up late to type. I mean, I’m trying to sleep. And if you don’t get any sleep, you’ll just look even uglier.”

“Thanks,” he said dryly, removing the car keys and leaving of the car. She did the same, reluctantly. With a soft look, she stared at the orange sky.

“It’s pretty—“ she began, and then realized he was moving a piece of her hair out of her face. She smacked his hand away.

“Don’t do that!”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Don’t do anything intimate! We should have a line! No, personal bubbles! And you can’t touch me!” Her face was flushed, but he wasn’t even looking at her. “And you stay a few feet away! Because I don’t like you, all right? I’m only it for Kai! And I don’t like, because you’re really really old and you have an ugly mole on your back.” She spun away.

“Hey, let’s go to the Eiffel Tower,” he said, looking at his small book. “We can get a good look of the city from there.”

“For journalistic purposes?” she snapped, still turned away.

“Don’t be so loud—”

“I can be as loud as I want!”

He sighed. She could tell that he was thinking that she was so bothersome. That was fine with her! She’d be bothersome!

“I just thought you’d like to see it.”

She turned around and looked at him intensely. He blinked.

“Do I have something on my face?”

“I guess you’re not so bad,” she said grudgingly. “If we clean you up.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean that you’re less ugly now.”

“I’m still good-looking,” he protested, but he was abruptly cut off when she walked forward and looked around. “Hey, hey . . . Are you ignoring me now?”

“You’ll do,” she said loudly. “I’m only going to see the Eiffel Tower with people that I can be romantically interested in. And you’re old and ugly.”

“Not that old,” he grumbled. But as he was looking down at his pack, she leaned forward and gave him a small peck on the cheek. He almost dropped his camera, barely saving it as he juggled it up and down for a secure grasp.

“Wh-what was that for?”

“What was what for?” She blinked at him innocently.

“That—that—“ He sighed and scratched the back of his neck. “I guess I really do need more sleep.”

“Come on,” she said impatiently, taking his hand. “Let’s go visit the Eiffel Tower.”

Re: [3/3]

[(Anonymous)]

I- I kind of love you ;_;