http://clampfix.fanworks.net/ss-fix/herra.txt </head><body><pre>.. and on the sixth day, the em-cee said that there would be no lame. and there was no lame. and the em-cee saw that this was good. and on the seventh day she rested and started listening to blam honey because blam honey totally rocks. anyways, ppl who don't like violence (as in brutal), this was your warning. koivuniemen herra a different kind of a songfic (and without caps) by malice@bdb.fi i'd like to dedicate this solely to jenni. as if from a perpetual habit, subaru was, once again, caught in a wary semi-sarcastic stroll of witty banter with his one and only nemesis. seishirou had killed ppl, subaru was confident on that, for the man's right hand was covered with blood glistening in the strange lights of this tokyo. subaru took a wary step away from seishirou, who had once again stolen his cigarette. as his nemesis was about to comment how darling cute subaru was as always, subaru interrupted. "seishirou, i'm through with being attached to you. not only did you leave me dangling as a virgin for nine years, i'm always the uke in the yaoi. i'm sorry, but to save my dignity, i am going to have to do this." subaru said, with all the politeness of the 13th head of the sumeragi clan (aah! i've lost my torso!) "and what is it that you propose to do, subaru-kun?" seishirou asked, sounding mildly amused. subaru took a deep breath, did _not_ release a flock of white but sadly inefficient birds, and then the young man broke seishirou's knee with his steel-capped combat boots. oh dear oh dear poor little boy what to give you when it's all so blue you have everything but like nothing gives you a good time. seishirou was mysteriously puzzled. somewhere in the big book of dandy ettiquetty for sakurazukamoris and their prey, it clearly said that most fighting was to consist of posing and throwing around rather futile pieces of paper, and all not-niceties were reserved for the bad guys only. the assassin was quick to recover, though, for he managed to evade the _other_ kick going straight for his teeth (ouch ..) and bled some magic into the broken leg as he took a hold of subaru's booted foot and twisted it around in 180 degrees. it seemed as if he took a hold of subaru's foot that just was in the air, ready to kick him in the face that wasn't there anymore, and then seishirou had slammed all of subaru's bony body on the ground, on one side. oh dear oh dear poor little thing what can be now so difficult when you don't hafta do, you don't hafta do anything if you don't feel like it. seishirou didn't expect subaru to recover so quickly. subaru evaded an aimed kick at his stomach, and rose up in the same fluid motion. the young man felt a hint of pain in the hip he had landed on, but ignored it with his concentration skills. the young man aimed a painful wrist punch at seishirou's chin, its purpose to snap seishirou's neck. seishirou's hand grabbed his wrist, and tried to twist all of subaru's arm in a lock, but subaru took a sudden unexpected step closer and hit his forehead against seishirou's face with all his might. what is it with you? what is it with you? you don't even understand how easily you get off with everything subaru freed himself from the vice-grip while seishirou dealt with the pain of a broken nose. subaru took advantage of the situation and in the spur of moment, kicked seishirou in the stomach. and then the glare he received was the promise of eternall hell. what is it with you? what is it with you? a spoiled brat, you'd deserve a good spanking from mr birch cane. seishirou recovered from every hit far faster than subaru had expected. he had a short uncertain moment, not knowing what exactly to do next, but that was just enough time for seishirou to wipe subaru off his legs and onto the ground on his face. subaru barely had realised where and what way the world was moving around himself when seishirou's well-aimed foot landed on his spine, crushing it completely, sending amazing agony into every living cell in subaru's body. just before he was supposed to die, he healed. "i am going to do this all over and over again until tomorrow, you little piece of shit", seishirou promised. subaru moved amazingly fast on the ground, turning on one side before grabbing a good hold of seishirou's ankle and biting it as hard as he could, despite the fact that seishirou was kicking him on his rib at the same time he did so. oh dear oh dear my little princess so you had a pea under the mattress and decided to trouble everyone with your problems. the confusion lent subaru just enough time to violently pull seishirou closer to the ground. the assassin's knees buckled unintentionally with the dead weight of a young man on the other leg. subaru grabbed the nearest heavy object on the ground - a ragged, unevenly round stone about the size of his hand, and threw it and BLAM it bounced off seishirou's forehead and the assassin fell on the ground flat on his back. subaru grabbed the stone again. he straddled seishirou - he was starting to grow rather weak now, losing concentration with all his body aching as it did - and with both hands banged the stone on seishirou's face again. seishirou looked pretty goddamned awful, but subaru guessed his own face wasn't too peachy either. doesn't matter much who you hurt today most important is you got what you wanted but when will you learn that it all don't revolve around you. "oroo.. timeout .." seishirou muttered through blood-cluttered lips. his free hand (the other was somehow twisted under subaru's leg) reached into his mouth and took one, then another teeth out and threw them away. seishirou murmured something. subaru looked puzzled. "what did you say?" seishirou seemed frustrated, and gestured subaru to lean closer. carefully subaru leaned forwards, turning his ear to hear seishirou better. seishirou bit the leaf of subaru's ear, unexpected, and subaru's firm position over seishirou wavered enough for the assassin to turn the set upside down, the sumeragi downside and himself straddling the insolent brat. what is it with you? what is it with you? you don't even understand how easily you get off with everything he had rolled the tired subaru on his stomach, and now twisted the young onmyoji's arms in an armlock. subaru kicked thin air and the ground, with his hands tied behind his back and seishirou sitting on them. seishirou's hands, now free, took a hold of subaru's neck, and banged the pretty face against the asphalt three times. subaru gagged, spitting his lower front tooth from his mouth. "give up, hmm?" seishirou asked. "oh sure, darling", subaru replied sarcastically. he felt seishirou's weight leave his back, and then the assassin helped him up. "let's go have some ice cream." "yes, let's do that." what is it with you? what the hell is your problem? a spoiled brat, you'd deserve a good spanking from mr birch cane. -- - -- - - -- - -- --- happy end :D naah. it wasn't that brutal. Maija [ malice@bdb.fi ] [ http://malice.greywolves.org ] "Go on, prove me wrong. Destroy the fabric of the universe. See if I care." -- (Terry Pratchett, alt.fan.pratchett)</pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>