Las Vegas and San Diego, and a drabble or two before I leave.

[midnightdiddle]

Can't wait. Ah, I just love Vegas.

If anyone wants a postcard from Vegas, just drop me a comment. You can either leave your address in the comment, or you can e-mail me, and I'll send you a pretty pretty postcard, just for you. And maybe a horrible, horrible scribble of a Kakashi-looking blob. :)

At any rate... I fell in love. Not love love, just love. And with lots of people. I love marmaladecat because she's so awesome, and leaves really nice reviews. I love fabledtruant because she draws pretty pictures, and she was the first person who ever really read my journal. I love nezumiko because she holds my hand as I write (*dies*) and doesn't get annoyed when I ask her fifty-three questions about morphine and its side-effects. And, dun dun dun, I love a reviewer on ff.net, faith b. She always reviews, ever since the first time I posted a KakaIru fic, or one of them, which was what...two months ago? At any rate, she always reviews, and she's so nice. And the last review she left just broke my little heart. And yes, I do have a heart, though it may be black and wormy, and slightly decayed. ^^;

And it just occured to me. I've been writing kakairu fics for just a few days over two months. Such a short time...

Beware. The first one takes my gore-levels to all new highs. I'm normal, I swear.



"Kakashi-san?"

"I'm right here, Iruka-sensei. Just hold on for a moment, we're getting you help."

"I don't- Who are you?"

"It's Kakashi, Iruka-sensei."

Iruka was a mess, a bloody, pulpy mess. His entire face was covered in blood, though Kakashi couldn't decide if it came from the misshaped nose or the eye-sockets, blaringly empty. His mouth was twisted with what Kakashi decided was pain, and he was surprised that Iruka wasn't dead yet. His legs were twisted in impossible angles and his hands were pawing uselessly at Kakashi's vest, fingers snapped in every direction.

"Kaka-" He broke off, whimpering, and tried to push himself away from Kakashi. Kakashi grabbed him then let go when Iruka gave a low, gutteral cry, unsure where to place his hands without hurting the teacher more. "Who are you?" Iruka asked again, eyelids drooping into the empty eyesockets.

"It's me, Kakashi," he said, just as he had said the time before, and the time before that, and the time before, for what had felt like all eternity. "It's Kakashi."

"Kakashi-san..." There was a gurling sound in Iruka's breath and a bloody bubble popped in his mouth, staining his teeth and lips red. Iruka opened his eyelids, holes staring up at Kakashi, and he smiled, a bloody mess of red against red. "It doesn't hurt," he said, almost amazed, words slurred and gargled by the wheezing. One corner of his mouth quirked up higher than the rest and the broken hands fell away from Kakashi's vest.

Kakashi set the broken body on the ground carefully, feeling entirely useless.



Hmm...that was a plot bunny spawned by the thought of ye-gad, what if Iruka was ever captured? And tortured? Originally brought to light by telosphilos and pushed around by nezumiko



And...shameless fluff! Crack fluff! But fluff none-the-less!



Kakashi looked about the room, amazed. There were stacks of papers and books everywhere, and more than a few half-full cups of coffee sitting on the stacks, making dark rings. He searched the stacks of papers, looking for a head of black hair, but before he found it, he saw something much more disturbing.

"My plant! You killed it!" Ukkii-kun was cradled in Kakashi's arms in a heartbeat, and a heartbeat later the head of dark hair lifted from behind a stack of papers across the room.

"Kakashi? You're home?" Iruka rubbed his eye endearingly, or at least, it would have been endearing, if Kakashi wasn't busy lifting limp leaves and dropping them, dismayed.

"What did you do to Ukkii?" He was prodding the dirt and sniffing it suspiciously.

"What?" A sleepy, befuddled Iruka. Absolutely priceless. "Nothing, I just watered it."

"With what?"

Iruka blushed and looked away, searching for the clock. "Umm, coffee?"

"Coffee?"

"Look," Iruka tried desperately, pointing at the clock, "it's late. How about we just go to bed?"

"Did you even put him in the window?"

"You must be tired from your mission."

"And you didn't trim his leaves! Look, he's so pale and limp."

"Sex?"

"What?" Kakashi looked up from Ukkii, face -or rather, eye- blank.

"Sex?" Iruka hazarded again, and Kakashi slowly set down the plant. "I heard that plants do well in happy environments."

"It is late," the jounin said thoughtfully, glancing at the clock. "It wouldn't help, for Ukkii to hear us arguing."

"Of course," Iruka agreed wholeheartedly. "We can discuss things in the morning."

Kakashi hummed and nodded, tugging his mask down and tossing his hitai-ate somewhere to the side. Now, to battle the stacks of papers... He began plowing through the stacks, shoving them aside, and Iruka gave a surprised 'eep!' at the older man prowling closer. The 'eep!' soon became a happy 'meep!' and Ukkii-kun, sitting in the windowsill, flourished.


My crack fic for the week.



So I'm gonna go pack my camera and some notebooks, the better to work on Tryin' on the plane with. Until Wednesday, or maybe Thursday. :)

Comments

[alana2x1.livejournal.com]

Ah cool okies then. Well a postcard would be awesome then! Never received one from Vegas before, lol.

I'll email my address now but um...if you don't get a chance to look at your email before you're back don't worry about it (doesn't know if you'll have 'net access once you've left ^^; )

Have an amazing time! ^___^