(feel free to try these out. i'll update with more challenges as i find/finish them) 1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like. 2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle. 3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble You start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards! 4. Do ten of these, then post them. Pairing: Yoshimitsu/Vincent (OCs) Number 1 - Tinchy Stryder Vincent pondered the fact while sitting opposite Yoshimitsu. It was oddly informal as far as 'formal dinners' went, but whatever. He couldn't stand formal dos. But there was something different about Yoshimitsu tonight. Yoshimitsu had been a bit secretive about what had happened while the dark haired had been gone. Something the blue haired boy hadn't been telling him. There was something hidden under the slightly awkward conversations they sometimes had. He just couldn't figure out what. But Yoshimitsu was sat uncharacteristically still. "Are you okay?" Vincent mouthed. "Yeah, just thinking," Yoshimitsu replied, equally silent. Vincent sipped his drink, wondering just what was going on in the blue haired boy's mind. Yeah. Definitely something not right about the scene. But then Sebastian stood up and announced that he was not drunk enough, and Yoshimitsu pushed it from his mind. Face Down - RJA Yoshimitsu found himself in the dirt again, that infuriating man's superior attitude sneering down from above. The blue haired boy dragged himself to his feet again, sword in hand, and lunged once more. And again, he was in the dirt as Alex nimbly dodged to the side. A swift kick to the ribs had Yoshimitsu gasping for air. "You're not strong enough yet," Alex said softly. "He'll tear your apart." Yoshimitsu grunted. That was a low blow. Alex would have to learn the hard way that the blue haired boy was not to be underestimated. With a swift movement, Yoshimitsu sliced open Alex's leg and rolled back to his feet, a satisfied expression on his face. "Not bad." Vincent would lose next time. One Last Kiss - Madina Lake Vincent watched from a distance. This was the secret that Yoshimitsu had held. He listened in. "I'm sorry, Seb," the blue haired boy said. "It's Vincent, isn't it?" Sebastian replied. "Yes." "Then... it's okay. You love him." How sad. Vincent's heart hurt. Sebastian, the boy who had kept Yoshimitsu sane. Hurt beyond repair. Vincent watched as Yoshimitsu moved in and cupped Sebastian's face, pulling him in for one last kiss. A tear fell from Yoshimitsu's eye. It was almost too cruel. Just a little girl - Amy Studt Yoshimitsu rapped on Vincent's head with his knuckles. It was just rude to ignore him. Sure, the blue haired boy didn't know huge amounts about swords or monsters or whatever, but he knew enough to join the conversation. Vincent shot him a smile, and Yoshimitsu felt a little better but still excluded. And why was Fratley the one talking to Vincent about swords and monsters and whatever? Yoshimitsu huffed and threw himself into the nearby chair, not even listening any more. Swords weren't that interesting anyway. Vincent was the one being rude. The blue haired boy folded his arms and crossed his legs, shooting glares at the pair of them. When Fratley had gone, Vincent stood behind the chair. "Was someone a bit bored?" He asked, leaning over. Yoshimitsu turned his head pointedly in the other direction. "I'll make it up to you," he added, turning Yoshimitsu's head and catching his mouth in a kiss. Maybe it was a little bit worth it. I'd Do Anything - Simple Plan It had been nearly a year since they had spoken. Vincent and Yoshimitsu had gone their seperate ways, Vincent had returned to the seclusion of Mist while Yoshimitsu had focused on his own life. But it was painful. Yoshimitsu wanted nothing more than to hold Vincent close, and tell them that the past wasn't important any more. He made his decision. He didn't care what they'd decided. He had to go. To see Vincent. He had no plan, no idea what to say. He just had to do it. Without any hesitation Yoshimitsu ran from the house, the jet boots forming around his feet as he ran, as he kicked off the cliff and shot into the sky. The wind rippled his clothes as he blasted towards Mist and threw himself into a dive. Vincent looked up and froze, completely stunned until Yoshimitsu fell into his arms and knocked them bother over. "I missed you..." He mumbled. "Me too..." Vincent replied. Parachute - Cheryl Cole Yoshimitsu was falling. Completely broken. There was no way he could live through this. He didn't even have the energy to slow his descent. Completely and utterly powerless, all of his energy spent in closing the break again. The wind roared in his ears as he fell, rippling his clothes and ruffling his hair. "I had a good run..." He thought to himself, closing his eyes and waiting for impact. He wondered if anyone would realise, or notice the smear on the ground where he landed. Whether anyone would even care. Probably not. He didn't like enough people, or think they liked him. Oh well. Still, he'd done enough, he thought. But then he realised. He wasn't falling any more. The wind was there, but he was no longer descending. He opened his eyes, and saw Vincent. Vincent. Carrying him through the sky. "You came..." "I couldn't let you die." Yoshimitsu closed his eyes and buried his face in Vincent's shoulder. Bad Romance - Lady Gaga Pounding music, smokey air, flashing lights, reeking alcohol. A perfect rave. Yoshimitsu was dancing, two bodies on either side of him, moving much too close, far too warm. The blue haired boy closed his eyes and let the music take over, feeling the way their bodies slid together. But when he opened his eyes, he saw something that made him freeze up. Sebastian was stood there. A drink in his hand, watching Yoshimitsu. Extracting himself from the tangled bodies, he made his way over to the boy. He didn't know what he could say. He hadn't come here for a confrontation. He had come with Vincent just to have some fun. "Sebastian..." He started, but then he saw something else. Vincent, his eyes suddenly confused as he saw Yoshimitsu talking to Sebastian. The blue haired boy had to get out. He needed time to think. "I'm sorry, I've gotta go," he muttered quickly, pushing past the boy and outside into the cold air. And he ran. Symptoms - Dykeenies "You figure it out, but then you fall again," Sebastian snapped. Yoshimitsu said nothing. He deserved this. He deserved to be ruined, verbally, physically, emotionally. He should never have gone for Sebastian. Why? Why did he have to go and hurt someone else? Why did he not just have faith that he'd be able to save Vincent? "You didn't love me." "That's not true!" Yoshimitsu protested. "It is true, don't lie to me," Sebastian snapped. "Don't try to tell me how I feel!" Yoshimitsu replied, his voice suddenly cold. Sebastian knew nothing about how the blue haired boy felt. "You need someone to tell you how you feel!" Sebastian scoffed. "You don't know anything." Anything But Ordinary - Avril Lavigne "Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored!" Yoshimitsu complained, marching around the kitchen, opening cupboards and drawers and jars as though something fascinating might jump out and entertain him. Vincent watched with amused eyes as he ate his dinner. "C'mon, there must be something to do," the black haired boy stated. "Well yeah, but I want something exciting! Like a dragon or a monster or an invasion or something! I'm so bored right now!" Yoshimitsu complained, throwing himself into one of the chairs. Vincent smiled and poured Yoshimitsu a cup of coffee. "Who knows, maybe something will happen?" "I just feel so ordinary right now!" "Yosh, you're anything but ordinary," Vincent replied, smiling still. Suddenly, an explosion shook the house. Yoshimitsu jumped to his feet, sword already in hand. "Told you," Vincent said, following Yoshimitsu out of the door. Telephone - Lady Gaga Feat. Beyonce Yoshimitsu was dancing, in the dark room with flashing lights, a drink in his hand. It was the kind of place where you danced up close and personal whether you liked it or not, but he loved it. The feel of body on body, skin on skin, moving together to the beat of the music. It was what he loved. More than alcohol or fighting or drinking or anything. Dancing. And he was good at it. Drinks kept on making their way into his hand and he didn't care who they were from or what the intention behind them was, he just wanted to dance in this place and not stop. He drank them and danced and drank more and dance more. So he didn't notice when his phone kept on vibrating, and he didn't realise that it was Vincent on his way. And he was definitely surprised when Vincent's arms snaked around his body, the boy moving with Yoshimitsu perfectly, like they were two parts of an engine, perfectly suited. Writing Challenge 2: Pick 26 words, each one starting with a different letter of the alphabet, in alphabetical order. Pick a character, pairing or fandom you like. Write up to three sentences for each word. Sentences do not have to contain the word, but must link to them somehow. They do not have to follow chronological order, they can be really random. Pairing: Yoshi/Vincent Age They were very similar in age, but Yoshimitsu always thought Vincent was much more mature than he was. Birth Vincent never talked about his birth, or even his childhood. Yoshimitsu was going slightly insane with curiosity. Compliment "That top looks really good... but it clashes with your hair." "You clash with my hair." Dangerous Bleeding profusely from his arm while Vincent tried to defend him, Yoshimitsu realised that they'd been a bit reckless with this endeavour. Early Yoshimitsu threw the spare pillow on the bed in the vague direction of the window, wondering why Vincent was always up so goddamn early. Fragrance Vincent didn't smell like anyone else in the world. It was nice to be with someone so unique. Gravity Vincent rubbed his temples as Yoshimitsu bounced around the room. Sometimes, the blue-haired boy didn't grasp how serious some situations were. Hurt Yoshimitsu promised he wasn't hurting, but Vincent could see the pain in those sapphire eyes. Intuitive No one else had noticed anything, but Vincent could tell that there was something really bugging Yoshimitsu. On a whim, he kissed the blue haired boy. It worked. Jelly Yoshimitsu liked that he didn't get any of the old clichés like weak knees and butterflies in his stomach. He never mentioned that to Vincent though. Killer Vincent never understood why Yoshimitsu was so averse to taking a life if his own depended on it. That said, there were a lot of things about Yoshimitsu that Vincent didn't understand. Lethargic "Are you gonna get dressed today?" "Nah." Mundane Sometimes Yoshimitsu wished for a regular life. Then he remembered that regular lives were boring and he'd have to get a job and not hit people when they annoyed him. Night Even when the moon was in the sky, and they'd spent all day together just doing nothing, Yoshimitsu never got bored of being with Vincent. He knew the feeling was mutual. Obliterate Yoshimitsu couldn't bring himself to get rid of anything of Vincent's from the house. Doing that would make it final, absolute, irretrievable, and he wasn't ready to face that yet. Peace In his arms, folded into his chest, Yoshimitsu felt like everything was right in the world. Quirky "It's a bit quirky!" "It's a hideous hat." "You're a hideous hat." Rose When Vincent turned up at the house with a bouquet, Yoshimitsu nearly melted. Shakespeare "Life's but a walking-" "If you finish that quote, I'm poisoning your coffee." "-unfinished sentence." Talk They'd spent all day alone, in the house, and even now the conversation hadn't got stale. Yoshimitsu smiled. Unsure In the dark, under the covers, was the one time Vincent didn't seem completely confident. Yoshimitsu grinned, and pulled the black haired boy down for a deeper kiss. Wish Vincent pulled the blue haired boy closer and inhaled his scent, closing his eyes. He couldn't want anything more. Xylosma "You want a what?" "A xylosma, it's like a small tree that-" "Okay sure." Yearly It was once a year that Vincent cried, stood before that one grave. Yoshimitsu placed his hand on Vincent's arm, letting him know that he was there to share the pain. Zit "I can't go out in public like this!" "It's just a spot." "You're just a spot!"