Curtain Calls, a Fanfiction: What is that thing they call 'innocence', again?

2009-09-12T21:27:00.000-07:00

Title: Curtain Calls (A Ranma 1/2 and I Love My Younger Sister Crossover)

Author: fersinaratia

Pairing: Ranma/Akane, Yori/Iku

Warning: Incestuous themes [Twincest!] (I apologize to those who'd be offended. [You really have the freedom to exit now.] For I am an only child and I guess that's why I mercilessly write this thing. Don't worry though I'm not retarded and I know this is morally unacceptable. I myself am against incest. But there is one thing I'd like to fiddle with, and that is the concept of 'forbidden love', which is oneof the most popular themes in literature nowadays if you'd ask me. Of course, under it, there are the undying stories of the poor damsels and the filthy rich lads and their opposing families and yada yada. And they've been written a lot of times, so I thought why not up the rating a bit? So here. I came up with this sick idea. Brother and sister snog each other. Enjoy.)

Summary: At first, she was furious. Because it was a play and Ranma Saotome was the lead character. And she was Akane, the one to play as his mere little sibling. While of all the possible people, it was Ukyo Kuonji who was meant to be his character's lover. But now she is plain confused...though quite happy. Because as far as she knew, it was a play whose nature and story revolved very deeply around its title... its odd title. “I Love My Younger Sister”.

Prompt: Elusive

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But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses:
because it is she that I have watered;
because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen;
because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars...;
because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing.

Because she is my rose.

- The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupéry

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B E N E A T H C U R T A I N S
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“Iku, I love you. From childhood, definitely... you’ve been the most important girl for me...”

Strange.

How orthodox words can seem to be. Especially when said between the two of us. With the whole world watching, smiling its approval and saying something about how it needed more of this.

This... love between families. Between siblings.

I look up to Yori, my eyes hidden beneath the protection of my hair. Because I am so afraid and so touched, that everything both good and bad had dived at the same time into my being. It is not anymore a question of black and white, of right or wrong. Everything now is a matter of grey. Because I am lost for emotions. (Though my heart seems to pump with joy.)

And I’ll never know how to act.

Not in front of everyone, and especially not in front of him.

But they still watch all the same, excited and happy, as if Yori and I had bewitched them with such an astounding show of innocence on such a timely Christmas night. Beside the Christmas tree, with half-opened presents frozen in both our hands. They watch as we stare at each other like no other twins could.

His eyes, which I had grown the fondest of, seem to hold something dark now, I realize. And it keeps sucking me into much more confusion the longer that I let it be. He just seems so new, this Yori.

This Yori...

My most favorite person in the world. The most handsome, smartest, nicest brother in the world... (though he could be quite cruel sometimes).

This Yori... He is my most favorite person.

And now, I blush because I, apparently, am his too.

He had already said it so clearly—too clearly. And I didn’t think I wanted to believe it and see it and remember it all over again. Not now. Not ever.

But the weight of his body, that night, as he crawled into my bed...when I had my eyes closed, drenched in tears, lips captured in velvet fingers...

And the first time that he said he loved me...

It was strange.

Because love that night had been completely different between us, and the world slept oblivious outside our room.

Because we were nothing but alone back then, and love was anything but innocent.
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yori&iku

akane&ranma

While You Sleep

2009-09-03T06:15:00.000-07:00

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W H I L E Y O U S L E E P
B Y : g e e g e e

Two mounds
of softness and warmth
moved with the rhythm of a wave.

A cave
of red
hung open with
the slightest distance,
letting loose
a few words,

short lullabies
to his ears.

But it was not enough
to listen.

His hand reached out
to touch,
to feel...

Life.

Delivered
by the blush of blood
spilling from her cheek to his palm.
Pressed.
And beating on his thumb
as it traced along her temple.

Between
an unconscious
and a woken,
battles are anything
but fair.

And he
is a cheat.
Determined to triumph
and conquer
the only victory in the world
that made much sense.

Her lips.

Those two
that have spoken
violently
and sweetly

enough to tease
the sense out of his mind.

He must have them tonight.

With the speed
and beauty of an eclipse,
he hovered over
her form,
trapping her head
with arms that existed
through adrenaline.

Immediately,
pools of long
raven mane
flowed from his shoulder,
tickling
the snowy skin
beneath him
with their fringes.

And she
almost opened her eyes.
Those chocolate gems
that usually did worse damage
than her mouth.

But she remained
embraced by dreams
and he remained
under the command of desire.

Her scent guided him

closer
and closer.

Until
there is nothing left
but vanilla that filled
his nose
and nectar
that filled
his own lips.

Passionate pleasure
sewed his eyes closed.

And behind their lids
he only saw
a dance of colors.

The music
of the show
had few
but very right
words.

This
is
destiny.

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Stripping Blind

Curtain Calls, a Fanfiction: What is that thing they call 'innocence', again?

While You Sleep