merrycheri

Sounds

2009-06-01T02:32:50Z

Author:merrycheri
Fandom: DOGs
Pairing: Haine/Badou
Rating: T

Sounds

People where speaking.

Badou wasn’t sure if they were speaking to him or even what they were saying but, judging by how when these people opened their mouths sound came out, he knew they were saying something.

But he doesn’t dwell on it much because these people will probably soon be dead or at least severely injured soon enough, considering the sounds of gun fire down the hall. And it never pays to listen to dead people, anyway. Badou knows this. Has always know that. It makes it easier to live that way. And Badou likes living.

Most of the time, anyway.

Sometimes things get the best of him. Sometimes he is sad. But he never lingers there. He can’t linger there. He doesn’t have that kind of luxury because he has to work and pay his rent and keep his psycho partner from going [too] berserk.

And, speaking of partners, the sounds of screaming and shooting was getting ever closer to where Badou was sitting and biding his time under all that rope and tape. It had been at least twenty minutes since his last cigarette. It had been twenty minutes too long since his last cigarette.

The voices around him were beginning to change tone. They were louder. One of them was looking at the red head. His mouth was moving. Sound was coming out. Badou had gone past the self-preservation state. He was over begging and whining; he just wanted a cigarette. So he asks for one. More people look at him. Badou knows they aren’t saying anything because no one’s mouth is moving and there is no sound except the bangs and thuds suddenly right outside the door.

And then inside the door.

Badou likes seeing the color white and pools of [other people’s] blood because that means “I’m not going to die right now.” And that’s a good thing.

Haine doesn’t give a shit one way or the other, Badou figures. And that’s okay. Because after the fighting and the money collecting and the dinner and the drinking there are other things. Like the way Haine pushes him up against the wall of the dirty apartment hallway and kisses him. Like how Badou kisses back but not too much -- just enough to say “I’m willing” but not enough to get himself bit.

But Haine always bites no matter what. And as the blood flows from his lip or shoulder or anywhere, really, Haine pulls back. Realizes what he’s done. Walks or runs or saunters away.

Badou thinks this is the closest thing to an apology Haine will ever give. And Badou is okay with that. He’s just not okay with the way Haine looks before he leaves: wide eyes don’t suit him. And Badou is not okay with the painful aching in his stomach which he thinks might be more than just because he is now left all alone and resigned to pleasure himself tonight. Again.

Badou sighs and pulls out his keys and doesn’t think about it anymore.

A//N: Corrections Welcome! Unbeta'd.

It's been a while! Nice to see you all again!

More fanart

2009-05-13T02:59:14Z

Tegaki picture of Yako from a few months ago.

Trying out the link thing on tegakie; please tell me if it doesn't work for you!

Ps. Anyone have any requests for fanart? ;____;

Badou fanart

2009-05-13T02:25:15Z

A quick tegakie drawing I did earlier today. Sorry about me being MIA for a while. ;___;
Hope you like it! Oh, and the click-through link brings you to my deviant art for reference sake I guess...

PS. Anyone have any requests -- I'm kind of losing it loools.
PPS. Do you think this is worthy of putting on my Deviant Art?

Nil & Giovanni

2008-05-03T23:42:33Z

Nil and Giovanni fanart be herr.

Grey Days--Death Note

2008-03-22T04:20:08Z

Title: Grey Days
Authoress:merrycheri
Rating: K//PG
Characters: Light, L
Word Count: 564
A//N + Disclaimer: This is not mine; I was exhausted when I wrote it so edits are totally needed. And I know, I know, this story isn’t really all that funny.

It was one of those grey, grey, grey days that were ever so common in late winter. The snow had long ago melted but the world was not yet ready for sun and flowers and happy children on swings. And so it was in this strange, indecisive purgatory. Light hated this time of year. There had to be something wrong with any Great Creator to make it both cold and sunny at the same time.

On the other hand, Light couldn’t help but wonder if L even noticed the passing of seasons. True, the dark-haired boy was exceptionally perceptive but he was also batshit insane which sort of evened it out in Light’s opinion. And speaking of L, the boy had been staring intently at his cup of tea for almost five minutes now, only looking up when he chose to take another sweet from the table in front of him. And Light had known L long enough to learn two things: L was thinking and it was useless to ask what he was thinking about. This did nothing to satiate Light’s curiosity and the grey nothingness outside did little to ease his boredom.

Finally, after a few more frustrating minutes L put his tea cup down and looked expectantly at Light without saying a word. Despite all the time Light had spent with L this was somewhat unusual. Generally L would, after drinking his drink and thinking his think, announce that there was work to be done and half drag a very annoyed Light to their collection of computers and files. They were playing a big game of connect-the-dots with names, dates, relations, occupations, and innumerable other things. There were a million dead ends and no leads making one part work harder and another part check his e-mail three times an hour.

Which one that was depended on the day and who won the last fight.

Light shifted his head from the direction of the window to L’s face once he heard the soft clink of the tea cup on the table. L’s eyes met Light’s and then darted away. This was very unusual, and it was clear by the way L’s mouth kept opening and shutting he wanted to say something. Light wished L would hurry up with this was getting to be too much and he just wanted to get back to work.

But L would not say what he was thinking. Would not vocalize his concern and so, to save time and effort Light asked, “Is there something you’re trying to say? There’s no need to hold back…”

L shrugged a bit and then said, “Really Light-kun? In that case I’ve been thinking of a way to tell you that…”

“That what?” said and impatient and intrigued Light.

“You missed a spot when you were shaving this morning…”

That was it? That was the whole big to-do? That was why he was kept waiting?

“You see, Light-kun, you’ve missed it three days in a row and it’s becoming a little bit… long…”

Absently Light put a hand to his chin and sure enough there was a small patch of curly hair that clearly needed shaving. It was something only L would have noticed.

L who was shooting Light a smug “told-you-so” sort of look. Light resisted the urge to beat the detective and, instead, reminded him that at least he had to shave.

Three Kisses

2008-02-26T21:49:04Z

Title: Three Kisses
Authoress:merrycheri
Rating: PG 13
Characters: Light/L; Watari
Word Count: 650
A//N + Disclaimer: I wrote this last night in a notebook when I couldn’t sleep. ;_; And this is not mine.

The first time it was an accident. They were chained together, fighting like children over something that was very closely related to nothing important in the least. After a minute of two of furious motion, Light kicked, L ducked, but the chain was not so kind to them. Suddenly Light was down, foot on top of the chain, and to top it off L came crashing down right after. Somehow their lips met in the inevitable collision. Both boys prided themselves as being mature and rather grownup for their age and so with little fuss they separated; picked themselves up and went back to work. The rest of the investigation found it hilarious; after all it was a much needed break from all the tension, much to Light’s annoyance and L’s amusement. And for a while afterwards Light and L did a good job at pretending the little kiss, if you could call it that, never even happened. Only Watari noticed that eye contact between them was completely avoided between them until the next week when they got into another squabble about pens.

The second time was not an accident. They were working side by side at separate computers as they always did; it was four in the morning. At one point, after what seemed like hours of silence except for the occasional clicking of the keyboards, L announced that he was in love with Light. The brunette just laughed; he knew L long enough to know that it was just a test. It still annoyed him but the interrogation was loosing its sheen, to him as it had been dragging on long enough to grow old.

“You still think I’m Kira, then?” Light asked with an airy sigh. L just looked over Light’s shoulder for a moment before replying, “29 percent, Light-kun” and returning to his glowing blue screen. Again Light sighed though this time was out of annoyance and exasperation. Scratch what was said before, the percent thing was still really annoying. In what Light considers a lapse of sanity caused by stress and not enough rest, he leaned over and with a murmured, “Oh yeah?” kissed the other man straight on the lips in an innocent peck. There was no build up, no emotion in it, just a simple kiss; nothing more. L, simply stated, after Light kindly removed himself from the other boy’s lips, “It’s 36 percent now, Light-kun,” before plucking another cookie from the plate of sweets and popping it in his mouth. “Oh, and maybe you should get some mouthwash, too.”

The third time was during a rainstorm. It was daytime, the sky was grey and unloving. Everything in the room was bathed with a muted light; it looked like a daydream or a sad movie. L was busy, rapidly typing something up and Light was fast asleep on the mattress next to him. It was peaceful, they were both doing the things they had to as part of some unspoken pact. One sleeps. One works. Both sleep. Both work. And when neither of them were really expecting it a jagged white line cut through the grey and moments late a horrible rolling rumble of thunder. In the end brown eyes opened softly, searching for a window. Instead they found the black orbs of L’s eyes and suddenly, in unison with another flash of light, it clicked. It all made sense now and L was on top of him shortly after, and it was okay. It was more than okay. They were kissing. Their hands were roaming up and down each other’s backs and sides and their tongues were meeting and exploring each other’s mouths. This time it was different. There was spirit, longing, emotion, in every touch or caress. This was hot and messy and understandably uncomfortable for everyone watching them. They just didn’t care.

They didn’t care about a lot of things.

Face

2008-02-24T02:18:48Z

Title: Face
Artist: merrycheri
Rating: PG
Characters: Badou
Disclaimer:This be not mine.
A//N: Girly-est Badou, ever.

_{PS. I found Badou. He’s just a Russian model named Danila Polyakov, okay? And I guess he’s getting creative about the eye patch… Tell me you don’t see the resemblance… Or maybe I just spend too much time looking at fashion edits… ^^;}

Example A

Example B

And then these are just some great images. Actually this whole edit is astounding and if anyone wants it I would happily post it here.

Revolution in My Head 1

Revolution 2

Lots of Galliano, lol.

_{Credit: MH}

Three 100 Word Drabbles.

2008-02-23T09:53:37Z

^{These are three 100 word drabbles written at four in the morning because apparently I never get anything done until everyone else in the world is asleep//having sex. Okay, so that last bit might just limit itself to my house but whatever.

In any case I think I shall write some more when I wake up; mainly because it's something to do aside from learn Python Script.}

_{Title: The Fatima Aspiration
Authoress:merrycheri
Rating: PG
Characters: Bishop, Heine
Word Count: 100~
Disclaimer: This is not mine.}

Sometimes when Heine goes into the church, intending to rest for awhile, he finds Bishop praying. At the least Heine thinks it’s a prayer.

Domine iesu, dimitte nobis debita nostra, salva nos ab igne inferiori, perduc in caelum omnes animas, praesertim eas, quae misericordiae tuae maxime indigent.

Heine had lived through plenty of masses (as part of a deal with Bishop) and he knew that they were not in Latin but apparently Bishop never did things by half. In the end Heine leaves to find another place to nap, pretending he wasn’t there and Bishop returns to his dress catalogue.

_{A//N: I know he’s blind but the catalogue is in brail, okay? >8D
PS. The prayer says "0h my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of Hell: lead all souls to Heaven especially those who are most in need of your mercy."}

_{Title: Milder Months
Authoress:merrycheri
Rating: PG
Characters: Badou, Heine
Word Count: 100~
Disclaimer: This is not mine}

Badou hates being cold but he also hates being hot. Heine says it is because Badou is a premadonna and a priss but then again Heine is an asshole. If it were up to the redhead everyday in this goddamn city would be fall or spring; nothing else. Maybe it’s because his ever severe personality needs something, like everything in the environment around it, to balance him out. Or maybe it’s because people have a tendency to die more often in the summer or winter then they do in the two other, tamer seasons. Or maybe Badou just likes them.

_{A//N: Is priss even a word? Microsoft Word doesn’t think so…}

_{Title: Shut Up
Authoress:merrycheri
Rating: PG
Characters: Badou, Heine, Naoto, Nil (Maybe some Badou/Heine; Naoto/Nil)
Word Count: 100~
Disclaimer: This is not mine}

To Naoto, traveling with Badou and Heine is like traveling with a child and brick wall. They had a fight roughly twenty seconds ago, or at least Badou had a fight and now they were ignoring each other. Or trying to. As an inebriated Badou was forced to lean on Heine’s shoulder to avoid falling down. It’s times like these when Naoto found herself wondering what the hell she was doing with these people but remembers that she needs them for a while, at least. And she remembers that she has Nil to make it all sort of make sense.

_{A//N: I can’t spell Naoto’s name. How lame is that? ;_;}

Candy?

2008-02-21T10:26:27Z

Title: Candy.
Authoress:merrycheri
Rating: Tame
Characters: Byakuya, Renji, Bya/Ren, I guess. Ukitake in spirit.
Word Count: 340
A//N + Disclaimer: It’s late. Really, really, late. Or early, I guess. This is pretty bad, sorry. Point out my mistakes, please, so I can fix them. : 3

Oh, and these characters belong to Kubo Tite.

Renji didn’t understand what made his captain so great. Sure, the man was powerful, good looking, and rich but he was also a snooty prick with a very pointy stick wedged nicely up his ass. What’s so attractive about that? Ever since Valentine’s Day it seemed like there was a never ending supply of little heart shaped candies floating around the office all with Kuchiki Byakuya written on them. It was true that Renji did get some chocolates and candies but they couldn’t even compare to the things Byakuya got. It was just sick and unfair.

And what was worse was that the sixth division captain seemed to take no interest in any of it. Everyday he brought in a handful or so of the colorfully wrapped edible treats and offered them to anyone who so much as passed by the office. It was as though he was trying to take Ukitake’s job, or something.

Finally, on the seventh day of all this candy madness Renji, always the subtle one, decided to approach Byakuya about it. After all they had to get work done and candy didn’t help work ethic. It made people hyper and thus paper work was slowing, of course. So, after lunch the redhead waltzed back into Byakuya’s office and immediately spoke his mind.

“Kuchiki Taichou, I think we need to talk.”
At this Byakuya raised an elegant eyebrow but nonetheless set his brush down and at least feigned to pay attention to his subordinate.
“Hm?”
“About the candy, with all due respect I think it’s bad for the work ethic of this squad if you continue giving them chocolates. I mean they’re not getting things in on time, sir.”
“They seem to be working just fine to me, Abarai…”
“Yes… but…” and Renji had nothing except an expectant captain.

“Renji,” Kuchiki began with a smug almost-grin, “would you like one all of your own?”

And Renji, face as red as his hair, took the outstretched pink and red box of candies from his captain and silently sulked out the door.
-=-
Correct me!

37 Things about Badou and Heine

2008-02-21T09:43:55Z

Title: 37 Things about Badou and Heine
Authoress:merrycheri
Rating: I don’t remember. ;_; Nothing too bad, I think…
Characters:Badou/Heine, Kiri, Mihai
Word Count: 1,122!
A//N + Disclaimer: So I did this in the summer time but never really got around to finishing it; I guess now is as good a time as ever to post it. Also I’m bored and it’s 4:41 AM. Ps. This is a disclaimer.

01. Raise
It’s nothing unusual for Heine to be awake when sun was beginning to rise but unlike before it’s the snoring redhead that keeps him up rather than the unpleasant thoughts.

02. Yes
The first time they kissed Heine pulled back and asked Badou if he was alright with it. Badou said “no” and kissed Heine back anyway.

03. Layer
Unlike his partner Badou always wears at least one extra layer, be it for warmth or extra protection, both of which he is often in need of.

04. Sign
Heine never really believed in fate but watching Badou covered in a purple piece of fabric, incense in one hand in what looked like a deck tarot cards in the other he can’t help but think it’s a sign.

05. Try
It’s rare to see Heine really try at anything but for Badou trying is the only thing he can do.

06. Give
Neither of the boys ever really gave each other anything besides comfort and… love?

07. Great
“The Great and Most Amazing Badou, at your service!” The redhead crowed into the telephone receiver only to realize that by the time he was finished Heine had already hung-up.

08. Compare
When Badou looks down at his hand, his scar, he knows his cannot compare to Heine’s invisible ones.

09. Listen
Heine never really fancied himself a talented listener but as he watched Badou stare so uncharacteristically out the window with a face that boasted a deep frown, Heine felt he’d need what ever talent he had in the area.

10. Choice
The one-eyed redhead was the only one, Heine thinks, who actually stayed with him by choice.

11. Pale
When Badou’s long finger tips brush over Haines’ pale-as-paper face the redhead can’t help but feel some foreign feeling in his chest that is not all together unpleasant.

12. Tough
Neither of the boys boasts many muscles, certainly less than Mihai, but there is no competition as to who is the tougher one.

13. Risk
Everything Badou does is somewhat risky, and when he’s with Heine it’s a wonder how he even survives.

14. Name
Names mean nothing where they live, even less than the police, so it doesn’t matter what Heine and Badou’s names are just as long as they can be referred to as “White Hair and Eye patch”

15. Tall
Heine is only a little bit shorter than Badou, but it’s short enough to give the redhead a little bit of an advantage when they’re together.

16. Price
Heine pays almost no attention to the prices as the economy continues to plummet but Badou always makes a point to read that part of the newspaper to his albino partner.

17. High
Drugs were not something unusual where Badou was from but just the same he’d never touch any; he never told anyone why.

18. Hello
On some nights, when it’s really bad, Heine goes to Badou’s apartment and without saying so much as a hello he takes the other man. It doesn’t matter if Badou was fast asleep before he got there.

19. Own
Haines’ apartment is almost completely bare; it’s as if he owns nothing. This is of course untrue as all his most important things are hidden away under the black and white tiles.

20. New
Heine always makes a point of asking Badou when he’ll get a new coat until the day the redhead actually does. After that Heine always makes a point of asking why he doesn’t wear his old coat.

21. Keep
In his mind Heine knew that Badou was not his to keep, a person like that couldn’t stay long and if the other’s life wasn’t ripped away then they would surely leave. What he didn’t know was that Badou thought the same thing about Heine.

22. Under
Even after so much time, Heine still can’t believe how easy it is for Badou to gut under his skin.

23. Compliment
They never had any use for compliments; if one of them did something well the other would make sure it was known without having to say it.

24. Summer
It’s never really summer in their city, but sometimes the days are so hot that even Badou will almost think about going without smokes for a while. Almost.

25. Red
Heine enjoys playing with Badou’s hair, though he’ll never tell him. It reminds the albino of blood, and also velvet.

26. Dance
Badou loves dancing and Heine loves watching Badou fall all over himself.

27. Reflect
Neither of them have much time to reflect on their lives. Maybe they will if they live to be as old as Mihai.

28. Nail
The day Heine learns Badou’s last name he didn’t believe it.

29. Remove
When Heine would saunter in, sometimes after days of mysteriousness absence, Badou always made sure to go out and buy stain remover, in futile hopes of keeping the blood stains off the couch for once.

30. Hands
Every once in a while Badou will wheedle Heine into holding hands with him. It’s usually because Heine is too tired to put up a fight.

31. Stop
Sometimes Badou just doesn’t know when to stop. Lucky for him Heine is always there to beat the sense back into him.

32. Noise
The city they live in, like all cities, is noisy. So noisy that it’s almost impossible to sleep some nights. Unless, of course, there is something to distract you.

33. Job
Badou, unlike his partner, needs the jobs they do, there’s the rent to pay and cigarettes to buy; Heine just does them to make sure Badou doesn’t get himself killed.
34. Open
Neither man (or boy) is particularly open about anything. How much they make, how old they are, and most importantly their feelings. Sometimes it takes Badou an entire week to figure out that Heine is (or isn’t) mad at him but he can’t help but think he’s getting better.

35. Touch
Heine hates it when girls touch him, as a matter of fact he refuses to let it happen and even though he often calls Badou a girl (and a sissy and a bastard and a coward and--) he had no qualms about the touching aspect.

36. Water
Heine never spends much time in his apartment except to sleep and now he spends even less time in it ever since he turned on the water and it ran brown. Badou tried to tell his partner that it was just an iron deposit but, as usual, Heine wasn’t listening.

37. Save
Sometimes Badou finds him self pissed off that Heine always has to come and save him but then he remembers that at least he’s the normal one.

Kuchiki Rukia and the Most Unrealistic Scarf, Ever

2008-02-19T03:19:08Z

_{Title: Kuchiki Rukia and the Most Unrealistic Scarf, Ever
Artist: merrycheri
Rating: PG//K
Character: Kuchiki Rukia
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It's a link to dA.}

The First to Find Out

2007-12-19T00:06:38Z

Title: The First to Find Out
Author: Merry Cheri
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: Somewhere between PG and R, depending on your imagination.
Characters: Ken*Bya+Yumi
Word Count: 100
Summary: Yumichika was to first to figure it out. 100 words. ByaKen.
A//N: There should be more ByaKen in the world!

Yumichika was the first who figured it out. Or, more accurately, walk in on it. The feathered one was merely watering the plants he put in Zaraki’s office (that man has no sense of decor) when he happened to find his captain and Byakuya Kuchiki in a rather compromising position. Because he couldn’t feel their reiatsu outside, no, not at all.

Kenpachi laughed; Byakuya gave a tell-and-die look but neither phased the fifth seat. Instead, Yumi simply told the two that clean up was their problem before giving his captain an abnormally large grin and traipsing out of the office.

A//N: This 100 word thing kills me. If you see any mistakes, do tell.