Okay, so it's been a LONG while since I've posted anything. I have good reasons for this and what may happen next week is that between resurfacing to do my bit for the genre_challenge that wonderful dejana and I just created and TRYING *crosses her fingers* to do SOME of this month's sm_monthly I am going to be STRESSED AND BUSY!

The BUSY part is due to the fact that I will start my brand, spanking new job training on Monday (Starting at 8:30 in the morning and ending at 4 in the evening). I will also have these classes to listen in on about SAS on Tuesday and Thursday evenings (3hrs LONG) and I have to go out of my way to find a job that is actually in the same FIELD as my major (Comp Sci and App Math), instead of the one I'm in Sales/Management. Those won't really STRESS me out as much as it would tire me out. What will STRESS me, you wonder? My toxic, mucky pool, called "home" (a.k.a. Dad/Father/Pops/Dr. Evil/Mr. I MUST ALWAYS Be Right). I laugh as I type this but I won't be doing that for long. Imagine the most impossible, unhappy, bad-tempered, dissatisfied, ungrateful, half-knowledge, pushy and aggressive man you can/have ever met (who SIGHS, A LOT in disappointment; and mutters under his breath as if he's actually speaking soft enough NOT to be heard by the REST of the house-hold) and times it by two. Now, add a bit of emotional problems, past histories and you have our old, not-so-sparkly, relationship... and oh! It just so happens that this "old and not-so-sparkly relationship" is also deteriorating at an exponential rate. It's the usual story: He wants to live my life for me, instead of his own. I'm losing patience with him fast and the respect is disappearing faster. He's disappointed in me and thinks pressuring me to do "what's right" will some how make HIS world brighter. I actually want to do something in Comp Sci for now and App Math for later, instead of taking his suggestion to REDO my bachelors and switch into Biology (WTF?!) because that's the hottest thing NOW. Or, this is even better, go take a hike into nursing, because that's the hottest thing NOW too! No, of COURSE we should think about my CAREER future. Wow! Really, MONEY has NOTHING to do with this... (?!)

WOOOHOOO, me!!!

SO! Let's get to the second part of this DUMP, since the emotional/all-too-personal one is over with. I acknowledge that I can't do all of March, but I've done.. sorta half and I will pretty much skip and do the ones I like! *Feels depressed* Well, Let's get this show on the road!

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Title: It's only the fairytale
Author: mythopoet_blue
Theme: sm_monthly: Vision
Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst (a.k.a. Fluff)
Version: Manga
Rating: PG

Rei doesn't understand the face that she is shown in the fire. At first she thought it might have been because of guilt. He was a man she had killed and whether or not he had been evil made him no less a man nor did it change the fact that she had killed him. But she did not feel particularly bad about his death, even though his face haunted her whenever she asked the fire about the past.

Then, when she had been half-asleep...

There had been a song and those half-remembered memories bubbled over. There had been that face, next to the new villain's face. And for there came a ghost that haunted her steps. There had been that man who rejected her heart, and whose face was replaced by that familiar face she had burned to ashes with ancient words bursting forth from her. There had been that shadow that she had paused to gaze at, slipping past the corner of her eyes and yet, always lingering by her side. There had been that restraunt, with so many memories and disappointments already...

And then, when she had defeated the enemy and returned to the fire once more, she had been so sure...

She had been sure that this time his face would leave her at last. But it did not. It came less frequently, but it persisted nonetheless. As if, somehow, he had been someone important to her once, even if she no longer knew the answer to why that is so.

When the spring came, the world always seemed more nostalgic beneath the sakura trees with their floating petals. And for one day of the year, Rei stops by a shop and buys a single white flower. She doesn't know what draws her there, only that it does. She hums a little song played by the dead and those of the past, and she leaves a single white Casablanca at the table where she sits alone when she is done with her meal. And, for some reason, she never feels right to tucking her own hair behind her ear, so she's forced to flip the long strands away and over her shoulder...

She feels as if she's waiting for someone to come, even though no one ever does. Maybe, when those familiar fingers would brush her cheeks, she'll understand that it's neither her father nor the man in the past who broke her young heart that she's waiting for. Maybe then she'd remember how it once had been, long ago and far away, in that tragic fairytale life they had led. And maybe then, she'd find the man that had once tucked her hair behind her ear for her and accepted her casablanca dreams...

But for now, she has visions that she only barely understands and feelings she may never have the courage to face. And in the flames that guides her, whenever she seeks to unraval the past, she will always find herself unconsciously drawn back to him. Drawn, always back, to the story that ended without the happily ever after they had all been so sure in.


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Title: Beautiful dreamer
Author: mythopoet_blue
Theme: sm_monthly: Precious
Genre: General/Drama (not necessarily canon)
Version: Anime
Rating: G

It was snowing.

The lake was black and the sky was grey and the ground was white. There was a lot of white. And in the midst of it all, there was a little boy by the black, black lake. And there, on the edge of the white and black was red.

Red like blood.

A splash of crimson petals. Roses, deeply sweet and blooming.

There was peach.

His cheeks, puffed and skin milky white, were twin patches of peach that were warm and glowing.

But the snow was warm and soft and the air was sweet and clear.

And the boat tied to the shore was empty...

Young Mamoru looked up and over to him then. Him, who was looking in, just as Fisheye began to pull out of that beautiful dream. Their eyes met across the distance. That fairyland between dreams and reality. And Fisheye paused, at the doorway before closing it shut.

It was precious, even if it held no magical horse.

And it was beautifully so.


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Title: What you don't know can't hurt you
Author: mythopoet_blue
Theme: sm_monthly: Monologue
Genre: Ehh... General?/Comedy?
Version: PGSM
Rating: PG

"They are such idiots," Kunzite observed from his place in the shadows. Mercury stood beside him silently and slightly bored, forced to watch the events unfold before them as Nephrite scrambled to regain control of the situation that was crumbling after the arrival of the Sailor Senshi. As Sailormoon was still absent, Mercury felt no need to help antagonize the situation when Kunzite was obviously in "the mood".

What was "the mood"? Well, it was really Kunzite's continuous need to compare "himself" with "others". Which always resulted in a long, one-sided conversation where Kunzite observed the incompetence of others while boasting his own greatness and foresight. It was all very repetitive and pointless, but Mercury was too fond of her current position to complain about something that wasn't going to change.

"I don't see how he had survived this far on such little brains and even smaller powers." Kunzite continued with a snort. He was trying too hard and Mercury found herself not impressed for the umpteenth time. However, as the dutiful subordinate - until she feels she's had a sufficient backing to finally shut him up - she'd keep her opinions to herself.

"Mercury, why don't you go help out? Show that moron how it's really done." Mercury held back a sigh. She must have zoned out again during another long monologue that Kunzite had with her as his central audience (even if he failed to captivate her with any of his long ramblings). Sometimes she thought he chose her out of all the others because she actually looked like she'd listen to his boring speeches, being the "shy and quiet one".

This was another reason why she hated Sailormoon all the more. Damn her and her cheery loud-mouth! If she had been shy and silent, this would be the other's fate and not her own. She was not born smart or with ears to hear just so that she could listen to Kunzite's gloating.

Not bothering to reply, she went off, relieved to be out of his suffocating presence. Did the man never learn the art of thinking quietly? She didn't mind helping Nephrite much. After all, she took pleasure in trampling over her former allies and watching their confused hurt, all rather evident on their faces. It was far more exciting than being stuck with the "Kunzite's side-kick" status since she'd woken up to the "dark side". And, Nephrite, for all his gruffness, didn't have quite as much hot air as Kunzite, which was a relief.

Villains were rather old-fashioned and unoriginal. Kunzite did bide his time and plan ahead (unlike many of the others), but really, he was as arrogant and egotistical as the next guy. Mercury liked to flaunt, sure, every good villain had that trait, but she had her limits. She wasn't going to be going out of her way to compare the size of her dick - silently or not - to the next guy, if she did have one, that is.

Nephrite had his pride, but he was blissfully unaware of how lucky he really was. After all, he never had to deal with any of Kunzite's monologues. Mercury silently sighed and bided her own time.

Soon...


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Title: Cold
Author: mythopoet_blue
Theme: sm_monthly: Thin Ice
Genre: Comedy/Romance (a.k.a. Fluff)
Version: Manga
Rating: PG

Jupiter sneezed violently and sniffled miserably. "Oh, my head!" she groaned, even though the words were quite unintelligible, even to her own ears.

The smooth chest beneath her shuddered from a cough before stilling. "Remind me never to suggest skating again."

Jupiter looked at him puzzled. "What, Nephrite?" she croaked through her sore throat that felt like it was made of sand-paper instead of flesh. She couldn't understand a word he was saying and she doubt he could understand her any better.

"You're beautiful," Nephrite grinned through a running nose and a hacking cough.

Somehow, after several repeats and the two of them finally resorting to pen and paper, they were able to communicate somewhat decently.

You're beautiful. I love you. Let's never go skating again! Nephrite scribbled to her.

I'm feverish. I'm runny. I love you. And we're skating on better ice, next time. She wrote back.

No! Nephrite scrabbled and voiced incoherently, pointing at skating frantically and scratching it out several times.

Yes! Jupiter wrote back stubbornly and wrote skating a few more times.

"Are you two done passing notes yet?" Venus asked bemusedly from the doorway. The two occupants froze as a amused Mercury stepped in after the blonde.

"Medicine," Mercury explained to the shocked and embarrassed faces of the two people before them, pointing to the bottle in her hand innocently. "Next time, attempt not to try out thin ice to skate on without me around." The blue-haired senshi advised dryly.

"It's just a terribly round-about way to get into bed naked together." Venus added teasingly.

The couple blinked at the blonde owlishly. Jupiter turned bright red and Nephrite looked as if he was getting an on-coming headache. Finally, the Shitennou turned to the Senshi sprawled on his lap and wrote one simple word to her.

No. Nephrite wrote to Jupiter, stubbornly. With one fluid movement, he scratched out all the skating she wrote up to that point.

"No," Jupiter gurgled an incoherent and tired agreement as they both sniffled in unison.


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Title: Opportune Shot
Author: mythopoet_blue
Theme: sm_monthly: Photograph
Genre: General/Romance/Fluff
Version: Anime
Rating: G

Ann giggled as she followed the tall, dark, and handsome "prince". Good thing humans tended not to notice their surroundings much, or she'd be busted if she was caught. She peered over a corner carefully studied her surroundings and her current target.

Perfect!

Brandishing her weapon menacingly, she dashed towards a tree and then readied...

Snap. Snap. Snap.

The activity continued for a few blocks before Ann sighed in satisfaction. "Alright!" the brunette clutched her weapon close to her heart. "I have you now, Mamoru-kun!" Beaming, the other turned and hurried home. However, when she arrived, she found Ail napping on the couch. Pausing at the foot, she sighed in exasperation at her partner for having forgotten to cover himself with a blanket.

At this rate, he'd have a cold... Ail was always so careless!

Rolling her eyes, Ann went and retrieved a blanket and spread it over the blue-haired young man as gently as she could. Ann paused as she pulled back, feeling a soft smile tugging at the corner or her lips. Ail was really cute when he napped, she always thought that ever since she was little. It's been a long while too since she had had the opportunity to watch Ail sleep. Glancing around to make sure no one was looking, Ann silently raised her weapon and...

"Don't even think about it," Ail told her as he peeked at her from one opened eye.

Snap.

"Just one picture, Ail-kun!" Ann teased, winking at Ail as he shot up and glared at her. Dancing away from his reaching hands and his demands for the photograph back, Ann discarded her human form and ran. Laughing, they danced around the apartment, throwing taunts and teases back and forth. When he finally caught her around the waist, they went down in a tangle of arms and legs and smiles.

Later, they would both look back and wonder why it took them so long to figure out what had been there between them all along.


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Title: Lies in silence
Author: mythopoet_blue
Theme: sm_monthly: Sin
Genre: Drama/Romance/Angst/Speculation (based on past drabbles)
Version: Manga
Rating: R

Jadeite doesn't ask.

When he holds the red-haired woman who touches his youthful face with that wasteful look in her eyes, sometimes he wonders. She would kiss him and he would feel as if the world has been burned away and that he doesn't care if he is taken with it. When she touches his skin, he feels as if she is going through to his heart, tattooing herself wherever her hands may wonder and leaving him hallow in her absence. When he looks into those glittering, ruby eyes, he thinks he is looking at a Fury, a goddess whose wrath would be terrible if not for those kind, kind eyes, despite their demonic coloring.

He loves her.

So when he worships her body, kissing down from her neck to the tips of her breasts. When he trails his tongue to the dip of her belly and the valley between her legs, he thinks that he must be this much closer to tasting heaven. He loves the soft skin on the inner parts of her thighs. He adores the curve of her calves and the thinness of her ankles. Her long elegant hands and feet caress him when they hold each other near and he never wants to part.

But Jadeite never dares to ask...

About the golden fury in the eyes of the beautiful Venus when she catches his hand lingering on Mars' waist. He doesn't dare wonder too far about the soft gazes that Mars gives to the blonde whenever the other seemed to be in distress or simply happy. He doesn't dare question the bumping of arms when the two women pass each other or the glances they exchange. Or how Kunzite sometimes seems so cold whenever the other follows Venus' gaze their way.

He can only remember, the first time he had seen the two of them standing on the balcony. Mars, red and regal with that distant but warming gaze. Venus, golden and stunning, coolly smirking down upon them. He remembers how those slender and pale fingers were intertwined, both resting upon Mars' belly. How Venus hung, chin against Mars' shoulder as they stood intimately close and familiar.

Jadeite doesn't ask about his lover's vows. He knows only that Venus had once hissed at him about how his sinful touches compromised all that Mars has spent her life building and believing, destroyed by his presence alone. He only knows the distrust in those golden orbs and the jealousy that burns in his own heart at the things Mars has never shared with him. He dreams of the secret meetings and words exchanged between the two of them in the shadows and the agony of his unspoken questions. Those words and inquiries melt upon his tongue and remain silenced, burning in him slowly but surely like undying embers that nibbles at his ear.

And his fears and jealousies feed upon him like unconfessed sins. Waiting, waiting, waiting... for their absolution.


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Title: Just before waking
Author: mythopoet_blue
Theme: sm_monthly: Nightmare
Genre: Drama/General (pun!)
Version: PGSM
Rating: G

Zoisite dreams that Kunzite is teaching Endymion to sword-play. He dreams that Nephrite is boasting about the night before and how he had drunk Jadeite under the table (after introducing the youngest Shitennou to the wonders/terrors of the mysterious drink from the shadiest tavern in the city). And how Jadeite is bent over and groaning, still too drunk to try and save his pride, and too sick to object.

Zoisite dreams of Beryl, when she was not a witch. When she had laughed and danced in the meadows, not far away from their fierce and happy matches. Always trying so hard for Endymion to notice her, even though he was always too dense to give her more than a glance of curiosity. Funny that she still managed to distract him enough for Kunzite to admonish their young prince with a thwack to the butt for not paying attention to his true opponent because of a girl.

Zoisite dreams of innocence. When music was a song sang beneath the sun and laughter was its accompaniment.

And then, he would wake to the nightmare of the now.


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Title: Not as planned
Author: mythopoet_blue
Theme: sm_monthly: "Sex is worth dying for." -- Foucault
Genre: Smut-ish/Dark/Angst
Version: Manga
Rating: R

And it hurts. Jupiter thought. It hurts so much.

There was blood littering the ground, wetting her hair, her scalp and the back of her uniform. The rough ground is jutting and uncomfortable beneath her. The friction is almost unbearable and all she wanted was for it to end. The stench of bodies and death and guts and blood and sorrow permeates her skin. She fears that she'd never be able to wash it off of her soul and that this would be how it ends.

There are tears falling from her eyes. She wishes they would stop. She wishes she could laugh insanely at this and lose her mind. But oh, it is the thinking that makes her teeth clench and her nerves on edge. It is the unendingly logical processing, and the hoping, so helplessly, that she could escape and that she could make it that makes the dying hard. If only she could destroy this one last obsticle... but she know she won't be able to.

Not this time.

"What was it that made you believe me?" the man over her asked with that smirking glance, that soft touch of pity that disgusted her.

And I'm dying. Jupiter thought. I'm dying so slowly.

And he was undulating over her. His chestnut hair in waves falling around them. And for a moment, she pretended that this was not that long ago. That he had returned to her from the blue-watery planet and that nothing has changed. If only...

"Did you trust me so much?" he wondered, hot breath along her neck.

He is in her. Before, it always felt so miraculous. It felt as if she had never known a person until then, or felt so close to someone until that very moment. Before it had been honest and true and sure. She would look up at him with her heart and he would reflect those fragile, tender emotions back to her. But now, it was vile and sick and twisted. Now that they have both changed and he was a stranger to her.

"Was it the sex?" he queried, eyes twinkling and teasing.

And it was a lie. Jupiter realized, hazily. It was all a lie.

The blood seeps slowly as he takes her on the battle-field. He is taking his time and she is going numb beneath him. The blood is draining from the spear through her stomach. And it hurts so much as she feels him and the spear, tearing through her and breaking through her.

And this is how it ends. Jupiter thought. This what it means... to live through a tragedy.

And she feels the tears fall past her temple to mingle with the blood at her hairline. She is so tired now. Too tired to be outraged. Too tired to be heart-broken or lost or confused. And so she stares at him with her tired eyes, a dead gaze on a dying girl.

She wished she was more a soldier and less the lover betrayed.

"Was it worth it?" he asked her as he releases himself into her. "Was the sex worth it?"

Jupiter reaches up with her bloodied hand and touch that face she loved. She pretended that he was someone she had known long ago. Somewhere, far, far away, she hears the distant rushing sound of wind in the leaves that reminds her of the Jovian forests she had grown up in until she was six years old. "Yes," she murmurs to the heart that stills.

And I forgive you. Jupiter closes her eyes and hopes for forever. Because I’ve loved you too much.


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Title: Soft
Author: mythopoet_blue
Theme: sm_monthly: Punishment
Genre: General/Drama
Version: PGSM
Rating: G

Mercury wasn't swayed much to pity. She didn't like to think so, anyway. She doesn't really want to think on it. Not on why, at the moment, there is a needle in her hand. Or why the tattered silk she was imitating was but a few feet away, so she could match her threads to make sure it was all perfectly correct. After all, she was a perfectionist, if nothing else, and if anything was to be done, it had to be done in the right way.

Mercury reasoned that she'd use this as leverage later. She'd probably come up with something either way, but she wanted to do this. There was nothing wrong or soft about it, since it was all because it was for her own self. After all, the important part of being Evil - with the capital 'E' - is that she gets to do whatever she wants. No need to worry about the consequences or anything foolish like that.

She could take it all away if she wanted to. She was so smart, after all.

Mercury opens the heavy silk with that touch of magick. She left that little thread just in case she wanted to unravel it. After all, evil-doers must always have a back-stabbing plan ready for action! She was the Queen of Evil.

Now, all she had to do was to toss it at Nephrite's feet. Pathetic failure that he was, she thought this would be the salt on his newly acquired wounds. After all, to him this would be more of a punishment than a present, a reminder of having fallen so low as to require her services. After all, she was Evil, and all of this was for gloating and reminding that idiot who had all the cards in the end...

Nope. No pity at all. Mercury was Evil, with a capital 'E'. There's not a soft spot left in her. Not at all.



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I'm done for. I tried to do as much as possible.. even though there were times I just felt like I couldn't continue...

But I've did as much as possible... so urr... yeah -_-;;

blue (is exhausted!)