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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Maybe sometimes Team Guy got fed up with all the work

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On the first morning of the Revolution, Guy-sensei finally appeared, his horrified face gazing down through the screen of branches and leaves above their shelter. "What are you doing?" he asked, voice calm for someone observing their bodies caked in mud and not much else.

"Mud fight!" Lee giggled and flung a clump straight at Guy's face.

"You little punk!" Guy shouted, and he and Lee began sparring, if sparring was what you could call facing a still-tipsy Lee who spent as much time attacking the bushes and trees as his opponent.

Tenten murmured and rolled over, right into Neji's lap, as if matters couldn't possibly deteriorate further. Staring wearily around at the empty bottles and missing clothes, Neji decided that he was never taking Tenten up on a drinking challenge again.

Gender-swap Prank

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“Whoa…”

Naruto prodded his chest and then grinned widely, “this is so cool.

“That is not the word I would use Naruto,” Lee yipped as he folded his arms tightly across his chest and flushed. “Embarrassing, humiliating, unyouthf-“

“Freakin’ awesome,” Naruto agreed as he swept his arms right, “behold! My tits are like three times bigger’n everyone else’s here!”

Shino made a small choked sound and swiveled, trying to catch sight of his own ass, which had sprouted dispraportionally as the weight had swept from his entire body and centered there, and his chest. What had been a loose-fitting sweater now strained at the buttons.

Kiba for the most part was too busy cackling to himself and bouncing up and down to take much notice in Shino’s horrific predicament.

“I think it’s awful,” Sakura raged, “why the hell do I have a beard now? Whose sick idea of a joke is this?!”

Jiraiya wisely said nothing at all, and tried to figure out where Kakashi and Gai had gotten off to.

YOU KNOW I CANNOT RESIST THIS

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"Fuck, Guy," said Kakashi. What Guy could see of Kakashi's face through the hand clamped over his mouth was redder than Guy had ever seen it before, like sakura in full blossom. Kakashi's eyes were wide open and staring down at Guy.

Guy smirked and returned to what he was doing. Kakashi moaned, and buried both hands in Guy's hair, spreading his legs wide. "Multiple orgasms," he mumbled. "Who knew?"

When Naruto burst in, shouting something happily about a cure, Kakashi had to be held down so he wouldn't kill his erstwhile student. Naruto impeded these efforts at preserving his own life by insisting, "no, really, I want to die."

When Sakura wandered in to see what all the noise was about (and why they hadn't assembled for their cure yet) and saw the situation, Naruto very nearly got his wish.

Re: YOU KNOW I CANNOT RESIST THIS

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Guy ran his fingers along Kakashi's cheeks, his lips, traced the length of his nose. He pressed kisses along Kakashi's temple, his jawline, staring, endlessly staring as he committed every inch of skin to memory.

"God, Guy, it's just a face," said Kakashi finally, pushed Guy away to glare fiercely. "If I don't get to at least second base tonight, I will kill you."

Guy knew his smile had long since gone goofy, but he couldn't help it. Guy leaned in and finally touched their lips together. Then, for Kakashi's sake (and okay, maybe his own), Guy skipped straight to third.

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"So that's it," said Neji, watching as Naruto spun Sakura around and around. Any moment, she would probably punch him and make someone else dance with her a while, but for now she was smiling with fond tolerance, her arms wrapped loose around his neck.

"Yes," said Lee, staring into the pink fruit punch Neji had placed in his hands after Lee had snagged some of the champagne. Not only did Neji have to stand here and watch this, he also had to keep an eye on Lee because Tenten had snuck off somewhere with Kankurou, visiting as part of Sand's representatives at the Hokage's wedding, and Guy had already left with an unusually inebriated Kakashi slung over one shoulder.

"Let's get out of here," Neji said.

"It would be rude!" Lee protested. Neji eyed Lee, the way that he gripped his flute of punch tight, but not too tight; the ridges of his hunched in shoulders; the complete discomfort and control that he embodied at that moment. The green tie didn't look too bad, and Lee would fill out his suit a lot better if he would stop hunching over. His lips were a deep red from whenever he lost a little control and worried it softly between his very white teeth.

And really, he could do a lot worse, Neji thought, looking back out at the dance floor, where Sakura was already pushing Naruto laughingly away to go sit by the chairs with Ino again. Naruto hadn't stopped grinning helplessly, and he looked like he might try to spread that good cheer elsewhere at any moment.

If nothing else, Neji could give Lee the champagne and they could beat the fuck out of each other. The night would yet tell whether it came to that. He gripped Lee's wrist in his hand, tugged in a way that he wouldn't have touched anyone but a member of his team (or someone now categorically forbidden).

"Really. Let's get the hell out of here." And maybe it was his words, or the look in his eyes, but this time Lee followed without protest.