Under Sea Garden

Title: Chef's Special
Author: Rune
Words: 1,236
Author's Notes: Written for ranalore, because this crack just won't stop. Beta'd by karotsamused, and based roughly (okay, more than roughly) on first this and then this.
Summary: It is her job to cook food for people. And then there are those that she feeds.

( Today was different however. Her daughter, her youngest son too for that matter, had made her promise to watch the show, at least a little. )

DV an FMA AU
NV and FMA/Naruto crossover
3V an NV AU
CV an FMA AU
KV a CV AU crossover

Not to forget:

Followthrough an FMA epic
Hollow Men a Saiyuki epic
Lamplighters an FMA oneshot



...*winces as her creativity bottlenecks somewhere between fingers and keyboard*

*facepalm*

Title: Cats and Dogs.
Author: Rune
Words: 1,098
Notes: Because it's raining again today, I finally finished it.

( The bastard Colonel had gone along with it, Ed figured, because the jerk wouldn’t have anyone to boss around if he stayed at the car on his own. )

Title: Chatter
Author: Rune
Words: 154
Notes: For karotsamused because she indulges the sweater thing. Heh. We should go and see leaves change colour or something.
Summary: There is comfort. Even in the cold.

It was unforgivable. Safety of the country or not, there was no reason any human being should have had to be out in weather that cold.

"You know, bastard, if you keep making faces like that it's going stick that way."

"Considering the t-temperature, I'd be entirely unsurprised."

"Aww, the great Flame Alchemist can't handle a little snow?"

"I can handle the snow just fine. What I simply c-can't understand, is what purpose nature could actually have in being either th-this wet or this cold."

"Heh. You're such a wimp."

"I'm h-hardly a wimp, F-fullmetal."

"Are too. Look, you're shivering."

"Because it's s-several degrees below freezing, n-n-not because I'm a w-wimp."

"Don't think I'm going to feel sorry for you just because your teeth chatter."

"I-I wouldn't d-dream of it."

"...Bastard."

The scarf was far from new, and the red clashed with his uniform entirely, but it was thick and warm, and still smelled of Edward.

Title: Taking Stock
Author: Rune
Words: 200
Notes: In the last week I've gone to the beach, gone hiking, gone shopping at REI and gotten sunburned. When wk_100 had the challenge "Anywhere but Japan," where else was I going to send Ken? 'Sides, I know people out there who've had good luck in retail dating lately. Why can't my boy? (Beta'd by ranalore)



It was a city that was supposed to have everything. The store was supposed to cater right to that; the sign said, “Outdoor supplies.” Soccer totally counted. He'd nearly walked out again when he'd found they didn’t hold quite the same opinion. But then he'd seen the climbing wall.

Just there. For anyone to use. So he had.

Then there'd been the hiking gear. The ultralight steel-framed, gortex-lined, backpacking pack practically had his name stitched across the front. That the sales guy had smiled at him in spite of the accent and the dance that had been charades for "How many pounds will this thing hold, and do you have a medium?" hadn’t hurt either.

What sealed the deal was when that same sales guy had offered him surfing lessons.

"Good waves. Not too big." And he had smiled, working through the hand motions for, "And there's hiking in the mountains too. I can show you."

So there Ken was, standing next to a rental car he hated with a couple hundred dollars’ worth of gear he didn’t need, no new soccer cleats, and a phone number.

This city might not have everything, but so far, they were comin’ close.

Title: Taste for This.
Author: Rune
Words: 100
Notes: Inspired by ranalore's drabble, "Hit the Vein." Beta'd by her too.


Shaving accidents happen to everyone. Even Aya, but it's a rarity; Ken seems fascinated, he's been staring at Aya's face for the last fifteen minutes.

"What?" Aya's voice is harsh, annoyed, but Ken doesn't flinch, barely dragging his eyes up to meet Aya's before they flick down again.

"Your face. There's blood."

Ken moves before Aya can respond. Licking his thumb, he drags it across the hard line of Aya's jaw. Warm and slick it stings, calluses pulling at raw skin.

"There." Looking pleased Ken slides his thumb into his mouth, sucking it clean.

Accidents happen to everyone. Even Aya.

So, I spam with drabbles these days. Go me. If the folks at WK_100 hate me...well, at least Rana's been almost as prolific as I have. Takes the edge of guilt off. Or something. Heh.

Title: Holding Pattern
Author: Rune
Word Count: 100
Characters: Omi
Series: Kapitel
Author's Notes: Conclusion of the series started by ranalore with, Job Security, and continued by me in Perpetual Motion and Inertia. Beta'd by Rana as usual.

He gets up in the morning and turns on his computer before he’s fully awake. He doesn’t get much mail, Kritiker’s filters don’t allow for spam, but sometimes there are letters and he doesn’t like the idea of missing them. Their words make this stab at “normal’ almost worthwhile. Class never occupies his brain enough; the day’s homework done early, all he has to fill the time is dinner.

He used to try going to bed without logging in, but he worries that word’ll reach him too late; he only sleeps to fill the time until he can check again.

Apparently I show my love for my Kenmuse by torturing him...Awww...poor boy just needs a hug.

Title: Role Model
Author: Rune
Word Count: 100
Characters: Ken
Notes: Beta'd by ranalore.


They call him Coach. They ask questions about everything, soccer, how to run faster, why he’s so strong. He tells them, “Practice hard,” and “Get lots of sleep,” and “Eat your vegetables.” He tries to give them good advice, says again what their parents have, “Do unto others,” and “Don’t play with fire,” and “Beware of strangers.” He tells them to stick by their friends; when they fight he makes them apologize, shake hands. They tell him they want to be just like him when they grow up. He wants to ask them if they’ve heard a word he’s said.

Title: Perchance
Author: Rune
Words: 100
Notes: Originally much longer than 100 words, ranalore did a live and in person beta. This first foray into my new fandom is for her.


Aya sleeps, back to the door, face to the window. It isn’t faith, isn’t trust; he knows there are two floors and three men between him and strangers.

Youji’s on his stomach, arms beneath his head. No clothes between skin and sheets; some nights he pretends the breath blowing back from the pillow isn’t his.

Omi rests against the headboard, book in lap. The numbers, equations, dead kings will still be there in the morning, if nothing else.

Ken curls around his pillow. He’d read or watch tv, but these days it’s cold; knowing sleep won’t come is comfort enough.

Beta'd by ranalore and pvt_tiger, the second in the 7 fic self challenge: One fic for every cd of music Rana gave me. Also inspired by the crossover challenge at 100_roadtrips.


Title: Bridge.
Author: Rune
Words: 100 x 6
Fandoms: Saiyuki/Yami no Matsui.
Summary: ( How could you walk across that broken bridge? )