So much fail.

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So my lost purse with my debit card (now hot carded) and I think with A Movable Feast (thankfully already finished, though I'm one of the few in my class who likes it, damn it)? Also had my flash drive in it. And I hadn't sent important paper to my prof while all fucked up with sleep dep like I thought I had. And it was only on that lost flashdrive.

So! I'll be writing more than one paper while staying up tonight. What does this additional bit of stress mean? My loss is your gain.

Drabble trading. Yes, I know I had prompts open, but they're closed except to someone who'd asked about a fandom before I wrote this entry. This is more stress than usual, and I need something to keep me from hiding in the library basement's bathroom and never, ever, ever coming out again. There are sinks in that bathroom, and a surprisingly clean floor. I could make it until starvation set in, and so few people come along it would be years before they found my body.

You write me one drabble (and I'll be loose in the definition of this), and I'll write you two--basically, I write one, you write one, I give you another. Rinse and repeat for however long you like. I'm crossposting this with my fandom journal.

And . . . go!

ETA: Tomorrow, 4/24/2008, at 11:59:59 p.m., the drabble trade will officially be Over. By which I mean I will answer any submitted before that time with the two to one deal, but merely admire and feedback any submitted after. Because of this, you can submit as many as you want without waiting for me to catch up (and even make vague suggestions I might follow for my responses). So. Last chance. TWO TO ONE. GO!

(If I'm flooded, I'm going to try to have all my responses back by the end of finals, but I make no guarantees other than there will be responses to everything submitted before 12:00:00 4/25.)

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Right before Ino began at the Academy, she'd climbed with her mother to the top of the steps carved steep into the side of the hokage memorial. As they'd approached, her mother had pointed each hokage out and told their story. When she reached the last, she stammered a little over the end of his story. "And then he sealed--he. He saved the village." After a brooding moment, she buried her hand in Ino's hair and concluded, "He was a very great man."

When they reached the top, Ino's mother had unpacked the satchel she'd brought along and spread out a small blanket and lunch. "Look," she said, gesturing out at the village spread out below them. "Look at what is so important that we must sacrifice all. Remember this."

Ino had gazed out, all the buildings and people bustling the streets tiny at this distance, like porcelain figurines that could fit on her shelf at home. Her mother's hand dug into Ino's shoulder, but her arms were warm around Ino's body.

"Remember," her mother repeated. "Remember why you must be strong."

And so Ino did.

And just for you: hokage Lee AU snippet that wouldn't have made it in anyway

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"It's too soon," Guy finally admitted, unusually still for someone usually making stealth maneuvers to steal the covers or clinging close for what he claimed was warmth and was absolutely not cuddling, of course not--what sort of fool would try cuddling with the cool, cold, distant Sharingan user Hatake Kakashi?

Kakashi wondered if he should pretend sleep, or if after all the years they'd finally reached a point that was no longer the expected or excusable response. He shifted a hand along Guy's shoulder blade, but not so far it couldn't be excused as merely shifting in his sleep.

After a few minutes, he asked, "Did you expect to feel only pride?"

"He's my student," said Guy. "Of course I should be proud."

Kakashi pressed a kiss of comfort against the same shoulder--that Kakashi was apparently insatiable was always readily available as a reason.

"But he's my student. And I know he's not ready."

The room was dark, and the summer heat beat down against Kakashi's skin. The sheets rustled as he shifted to lay across Guy's back, pressed his head next to Guy's on the pillow. "Yeah," he said. "I know."

They shouldn't talk about it. They couldn't, really, not even here. This was a shinobi village, and the first thing Kakashi had learned was that nowhere was safe for some conversations.

Finally, he added, "I'll keep an eye out."

Guy turned over underneath Kakashi, placed his palms against Kakashi's neck and spine. He didn't say "thank you," except with his hands and mouth, tumbling them over and pressing Kakashi against the bed. And it was this, this sudden display of need and affection, that told Kakashi just how worried Guy was.

BAD ATTEMPT AT LEE/GAARA FEMSLASH

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Lee had always had a dream of being swept off her feet by a handsome young man. As she grew older, and realized she was really quite ugly, that changed to sweeping some man off his feet. That didn't work out so well either, given her success rate.

As Gaara shoves Lee back into a wall and bites her neck hard enough to draw blood, the young woman, between yelped protests, wonders if this is considered being swept off her feet, or is more being pushed down the stairs.

The voice raspy as sand growls “Mine,” and Lee decides it’s a nice thing, either way.

. . . Sakura genderswitch would change much more in interpersonal relationships than Lee, apparently

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"Leave my Ino alone," Sakura growled.

Sasuke sighed and said, "Go away."

Sakura pulled his pink hair back with a suspiciously well worn ribbon, thin in patches as though fingers had run its length many times over. "Make me," he said.

In the ensuing scuffle, Sakura's ribbon came undone and his hair tumbling down. In stepping forward to take advantage of this more limited visibility, he stepped on the ribbon.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Sakura roared.

And that was how the last surviving Uchiha came down to just Itachi.

Lee as Hokage AU again, after Naruto's beaten to fuck and about to be captured

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When Naruto opened his eyes again, it was to a sharp pain in his right cheek, repeated again. Again. His gaze finally cleared enough to see through the halo of light to Sasuke's sneering face.

"Fucking finally." Sasuke's voice was sharp like kunai, and as comforting as its handle pressed into his palm.

Naruto smiled against the warmth bubbling over his lips. He raised a hand and pressed it into Sasuke's dorky duck's ass hair. "It's been a while," he managed to spit out.

"I can't keep saving your worthless ass," said Sasuke.

"You've already killed your brother." Naruto coughed for a moment. "You've got nothing but time."

"Maybe I have other plans, too," Sasuke said, cradling Naruto, and was he pulling Naruto into his lap?

"Maybe you should--" Naruto started coughing again, more warmth passing his lips. Sasuke gestured to someone off in the peripheral light of Naruto's vision.

"Hang on, moron," Sasuke said. "I've got some help."

He passed Naruto over to another's grabbing hands as the light began to edge back toward darkness. "Wait," said Naruto. "Wait, you can always--"

"Save your breathe."

"You can always come back," Naruto finished stubbornly, vaguely disappointed the darkness had crept too far into his vision to see Sasuke's answering expression. He sighed and slumped over, giving in. Sasuke was here, it would be all right.

When Naruto woke again, Sasuke was gone.

Typical.

Uh...hope you're up for horribly written transgender? AUGH IT'S TERRIBLE.

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The first person he told was Chouji. There was something easy about him, trusting. He knew he'd not judge her, or ask questions she wasn't ready for. He just ate chips and said "Be what makes you happy."

The next was Shikamaru. "I already knew."
His eyes went wide. "It doesn't bother you?"
"So troublesome," he muttered, but there was no bite behind it.

Neji was an accident, pale eyes unreadable and brows furrowed as he took it all in--the flat chest, the stubble, the missing buns.

"Tenten," he began, voice flat as always.
"Neji," he reverted back, shifting as she readjusted her top, "It's not--"
"Tenten," he walked toward her.
Tears started to well up. She wished to be 12 again, before she'd realized the truth, before everything had become so complicated. "It wasn't..."
"Shut up," his voice is soft as he puts her arms around her. "Don't lie to me."
As Tenten's shoulders fill out, they begin to shake.
Neji presses their lips together, running his hands over the now-flat chest. "You don't have to."

Even more Lee as Hokage fic (because I may write all the scenes I'd never planned in these comments)

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"So you're going," Kakashi said, voice flat, arms crossed.

"Someone has to," said Guy, tightening the straps of his pack and trying to remember if he'd given that last note to Neji.

"But that's not why you're going."

Guy sighed. Kakashi wouldn't meet his gaze, eyes staring hard at Guy's chest like he was preparing to strike. "You know why I'm going," Guy said.

"Yes, you need to leave," Kakashi admitted, "but it doesn't have to be this mission."

"This one's important."

"Which is why you shouldn't take it--we all know your genjutsu's for shit."

Guy took the two steps into Kakashi's space, placed his hands on either side of Kakashi's shoulders and gently, gently pressed their foreheads together.

"I'll be back in a few weeks."

He felt Kakashi's acquiescence in the loosening of his muscles and weight of his body pressing against Guy's. He uncrossed his arms and pulled Guy in for several breathless moments, releasing him just as suddenly.

"You'd better," said Kakashi. "Who else will I have to annoy me?"

Guy smiled. "I love you, too." He was rewarded with the rare sight of Kakashi's faint blush, so light it looked almost like a trick of the eye. Guy claimed one more lingering kiss before he departed.

Guy needed every memory he could horde--he had a long journey ahead of him and it would be quite a while before he could return.

more Lee/Gaara in honor of it being z's birthday

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Lee's hair was dark like coal and his smile bright like the flame that lit the night and burned to the touch. Gaara knew better than to reach out, knew what love meant and what attachment entailed—he knew more than anyone about flame licking at burnt fingers and the terrible pain and deadening of sensation—but that didn't mean he could stop looking, watching that flickering light from the shadows.

And when Lee occasionally glanced Gaara’s way, smile glittering and friendship shining like a beacon, a lighthouse calling to an already broken ship, Gaara could still accept it, take it for his own. Gaara could still soak it in like a weed in the sun, knowing all the while it wasn't meant for him.