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onemuseleftSnippets! So far these are just bits and pieces that popped into my head, or scenes that were cut out of longer fics because they didn't fit.
YGO:
"It's Christmas, Nii-sama!" Mokuba flung himself across the foot of the bed and propped his chin in his hands, beaming hugely.
Seto would never lift a hand against his brother. But at four o'clock in the morning he thought he could be forgiven for thinking about it.
YYH:
Years later, Genkai would still glance at Kuwabara or Yuusuke and wonder what the hell she'd been thinking that day. Her own psychic abilities were apparently not worth the price of a cup of coffee, otherwise she'd have had some advance warning and taken her chances with Rando.
YYH:
It had occured to Shizuru more than once, that she could probably get her brother to do anything just by adding "I hear Urameshi's really good at it." She'd never actually gone through with it, since mostly what she wanted Kazuma to do was study and stay out of trouble, and they all knew Urameshi sucked at both those things, but the idea had stuck. One of these days, she just knew, she'd need someone to haul her car up a hill or paint the house, and that's when the magic words would come in handy.
YYH:
Hi, Yuusuke's voice said cheerfully, you've reached Kuwabara Kazuma, a Man amongst dweebs. I don't know where I am, or what I'm doing. In fact, I'm probably so drunk I don't even know my own name, but that's okay, because you're probably a telemarketer anyway. You can leave a message, but I never check the damn things.
Shizuru rolled her eyes. Kazu really had to stop leaving his phone at Genkai's.
YYH:
Yuusuke's throat was raw and scratchy, burning when he tried to swallow, to force words out through the pressure in his chest. Kuwabara sat on the stairs and stared at him, the chipped stone visible through his fading image. "Sometimes," he said quietly, "it's not the dead who do the haunting. You've got to learn to let us go, Urameshi."
YYH:
"This is Mr. Yuusuke." Jack leaned sideways and presented Yuusuke with a flourish of his hands. "He is a strapping man, twenty years of age despite all appearances to the contrary who has been here in Tortuga for two weeks, despite being unable to name a single inn in town. He wishes to join our crew and sail off to a life of adventure and derring-do, although he is completely unable to tell the yardarm from the mizzenmast. He claims to be leaving no trouble behind him, though he does seem to have misplaced his personal effects, and most of his clothes." Jack gazed back at Yuusuke from beneath a curtain of beaded hair, and though he was not smiling, the pirate's dark eyes were laughing at him. "Does that about sum it up, lad?"
Yuusuke shrugged and grinned. "You forgot to tell them about my invisible girlfriend."
Jack clapped his hands delightedly. "How could I forget! A shipboard romance! Mr. Gibbs! Find Mr. Yuusuke and his invisible girlfriend a nice quiet nook in which to sleep!"
TMNT:
Donatello had never been one for sentimentalism or emotional displays; they knew he loved them, he'd die for them, what more was there to say?
So instead of tears or rage, Donatello collected data.
Little things, everyday things. How pizza tasted different when Michelangelo wasn't trying to steal it from him. How sparring wasn't a challenge without Leo pushing him further. How the rooftops at nighttime were just empty and cold without Raph leading the way.
He collected memories to share with them when he saw them again.
YGO:
"It's Christmas, Nii-sama!" Mokuba flung himself across the foot of the bed and propped his chin in his hands, beaming hugely.
Seto would never lift a hand against his brother. But at four o'clock in the morning he thought he could be forgiven for thinking about it.
YYH:
Years later, Genkai would still glance at Kuwabara or Yuusuke and wonder what the hell she'd been thinking that day. Her own psychic abilities were apparently not worth the price of a cup of coffee, otherwise she'd have had some advance warning and taken her chances with Rando.
YYH:
It had occured to Shizuru more than once, that she could probably get her brother to do anything just by adding "I hear Urameshi's really good at it." She'd never actually gone through with it, since mostly what she wanted Kazuma to do was study and stay out of trouble, and they all knew Urameshi sucked at both those things, but the idea had stuck. One of these days, she just knew, she'd need someone to haul her car up a hill or paint the house, and that's when the magic words would come in handy.
YYH:
Hi, Yuusuke's voice said cheerfully, you've reached Kuwabara Kazuma, a Man amongst dweebs. I don't know where I am, or what I'm doing. In fact, I'm probably so drunk I don't even know my own name, but that's okay, because you're probably a telemarketer anyway. You can leave a message, but I never check the damn things.
Shizuru rolled her eyes. Kazu really had to stop leaving his phone at Genkai's.
YYH:
Yuusuke's throat was raw and scratchy, burning when he tried to swallow, to force words out through the pressure in his chest. Kuwabara sat on the stairs and stared at him, the chipped stone visible through his fading image. "Sometimes," he said quietly, "it's not the dead who do the haunting. You've got to learn to let us go, Urameshi."
YYH:
"This is Mr. Yuusuke." Jack leaned sideways and presented Yuusuke with a flourish of his hands. "He is a strapping man, twenty years of age despite all appearances to the contrary who has been here in Tortuga for two weeks, despite being unable to name a single inn in town. He wishes to join our crew and sail off to a life of adventure and derring-do, although he is completely unable to tell the yardarm from the mizzenmast. He claims to be leaving no trouble behind him, though he does seem to have misplaced his personal effects, and most of his clothes." Jack gazed back at Yuusuke from beneath a curtain of beaded hair, and though he was not smiling, the pirate's dark eyes were laughing at him. "Does that about sum it up, lad?"
Yuusuke shrugged and grinned. "You forgot to tell them about my invisible girlfriend."
Jack clapped his hands delightedly. "How could I forget! A shipboard romance! Mr. Gibbs! Find Mr. Yuusuke and his invisible girlfriend a nice quiet nook in which to sleep!"
TMNT:
Donatello had never been one for sentimentalism or emotional displays; they knew he loved them, he'd die for them, what more was there to say?
So instead of tears or rage, Donatello collected data.
Little things, everyday things. How pizza tasted different when Michelangelo wasn't trying to steal it from him. How sparring wasn't a challenge without Leo pushing him further. How the rooftops at nighttime were just empty and cold without Raph leading the way.
He collected memories to share with them when he saw them again.
