Silence (Gintama Fanfiction)

Title: Silence
Author:
Rhyssa Fireheart
Pairings:
Implied Oboro/OC
Characters: Oboro, Utsuro (mentioned), Naraku, OC
Fandom:
Gintama
Rating: T
Disclaimer:
Don’t own it, never will.  Just like to play around with it in my mind.

This story got into my head earlier this week and wouldn’t let go until I got it written down.  My first Gintama fanfic and it’s about one of the antagonists for some reason.  I knew I preferred to write about non-main characters but this did surprise me somewhat.


 

I.

One of his oldest memories (after being saved by Utsuro-sama) was of feather soft touches and barely there whispers.  When he was first introduced to the other students of the Tenshouin Naruku school, he hadn’t noticed her at first.  She stayed in the background and it was only when her name was said that he first felt a fleeting touch on his back and she appeared before him, bowing a greeting.

He was surprised to see a girl at the school; weren’t they going to be trained to be assassins?  Why would a girl be there?  Years later, if he bothered to think back, he would realize how naïve he’d been.  Right then though, he did as his teacher told him and observed.  She wasn’t exactly tiny, but then again, they were only kids.  Her black hair was cut short and from what he could tell, she had dark eyes.  Her skin was tanned, so probably taken from a rural village somewhere.

Even then, he noticed how quiet she was.  Despite the seriousness of what they were to be trained for, the other students were noisy and acted like normal children should.  She seemed wrapped in silence standing there, her voice low and barely heard over the other conversations.

He also noticed her studying him in return.

 

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State of the Art – Week 24

Happy Sunday, folks!  Right now I’m in a good mood because game 5 of the Stanley Cup Finals is tomorrow night and here’s hoping the Blackhawks win it at home!

Oh, and I have some art and writing to share as well from the past two weeks.

Storytime first – I’ve finished two “new” fanfiction stories since last SotA and posted them here on the site and over on Fanfiction.net.  I’ve also double-checked to make sure that all my stories are posted here on the site as well.  I’ve posted them with the actual dates they were originally put online, so except for the new most recent ones, it’s all in the archives.

Broken (Naruto) and Faded Memories (One Piece)

As for artwork, I’ve finished the two WIPs that I posted last time and added three more pieces to that.

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Broken (Naruto Fanfiction)

Title: Broken
Author:
Rhyssa Fireheart
Pairing:
None at this time
Fandom:
Naruto
Rating: T+
Disclaimer:
Don’t own it, never will. Just like to play around with it in my mind.

Posted today over on Fanfiction.net (which is where I archive almost all my stories – gaming related ones aren’t there).


Shinobi don’t fall out of trees. They receive rigorous training in chakra control in order to stick to the sides of objects (such as trees) or run across water or even to move quickly in short bursts, making it seem as if they can disappear. So why was she lying on her back gasping for breath, sprawled in the grass with a large root digging into her back? Not that it mattered, she couldn’t have fallen, obviously, because shinobi aren’t supposed to fall, at least not after they’ve graduated and become genin and chuunin and especially not once they’ve reached the rank of jounin.

Dragging herself to her feet, she tried straightening up, gasping at the line of fiery pain down the left side of her back. Something was wrong back there; something beyond simple bruising caused by a not-fall from the trees, but now wasn’t the time to worry about that. Right now she needed to get moving again, get back up in the trees she hadn’t fallen out of and keep going.

Forcing her body to keep moving, she jumped back up into the branches of the tree. Pausing to rub eyes gritty from dust and lack of sleep, she leapt to the next branch and then another, the uncertainty of her steps fading after several more jumps. There was still a long way to go before she arrived at her destination. Not that it mattered; nothing anyone could do would help the dead.

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Faded Memories (One Piece Fanfiction)

Title: Faded Memories
Author:
Rhyssa Fireheart
Pairing:
None at this time
Fandom:
One Piece
Rating: K
Disclaimer:
Don’t own it, never will. Just like to play around with it in my mind.

Also posted here over on Fanfiction.net, which is where I archive my stories.


 

The sea train pulled into the station at St. Poplar on a stormy day. The passengers grumbled as they got out, fumbling to find umbrellas or coats to protect them from the rain. One woman didn’t bother though; she simply limped her way up the street, pausing to notice the houses covered in, where those soap bubbles? Shaking her head, she continued on to the hotel, not wishing to spend more time getting wet than she had to.

When he finally woke up, Rob Lucci was relieved to find himself alive and alone. Hattori fluttered to the window sill of what appeared to be a hotel room and let out a happy chirp before flying off again. He closed his eyes again, falling asleep this time.

The next time he woke up, the room was filled with the other members of Cipher Pol 9 perched on stools, chairs, the window ledge (next to a returned Hattori) and even crammed into the corner, filling the room. They’d been talking quietly amongst themselves, waiting to see that their leader was truly going to survive after all. The doctor squeezed into the room to give Lucci a quick exam and then left, saying the patient needed to rest in bed for at least another four days and warning the others not to tire him out too much.

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Photograph (Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction)

Title : Photograph
Author/Artist : Rhyssa Fireheart
Recipient’s name : Seaweed_FMA
Rating : K
Pairing(s) : Hughes/Gracia, Mustang
Disclaimer : Don’t own it, never will. Just like to play with it in my mind.
Warnings : Extreme lameness? 😉
Author’s or Artist’s notes : None

Originally written as part of a story/art exchange over on LiveJournal.   Also archived over on Fanfiction.net here.


*click*

*click*

*click*

The young man snapped picture after picture, trying to take advantage of the wash of golden light through the trees before it faded away into the evening. At first, he wasn’t paying much attention to the people walking through the park, but after he got the day’s photographs developed, he was determined to go back.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Maes Hughes quickly sorted through the piles of new pictures, tossing some into a messy pile at the end of the bed and laying others into neat rows before him. Once the initial selection was complete, it was time to take longer looks at the ones he thought turned out the best. One image in particular caught his eye.

A young woman with light brown hair was looking towards the sunset, her face illuminated by the warm glow. She was smiling slightly, a large straw bag hanging from her shoulder and some flowers poking out. Maes couldn’t stop looking at the picture, captivated by the expression of quiet joy on her face. He looked through the rest of the pictures he’d set aside and found two more with the young woman. He studied those as well, intrigued enough to wonder who she was.Continue reading

Fanning the Flames (Ghost in the Shell Fan Fiction)

Title: Fanning the Flames
Author:
Rhyssa Fireheart
Pairing:
None to begin with. OCs featured though. (Eventual Pazu/OC)
Fandom:
Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex (set after 2nd Gig and before Solid State Society)
Rating: T for language and situations
Disclaimer:
Don’t own it, never will. Just like to play around with it in my mind.

Also archived here on Fanfiction.net


“Shit.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Our target just showed up.”

“So?”

“With his bodyguard.”

“So?”

“It’s Ahito.”

“Shit. How the hell can he afford her?”

“No idea. Must be trying to make an impression on the other crime lords.”

“Is it working?”

“What do you think?”

Pazu was definitely pissed off. None of the intel they’d gathered had even hinted that their target had the kind of money needed to hire a bodyguard of her caliber. He stared at the couple standing on the landing, the woman obviously observing everyone in the room.

Their target looked like a middle-class businessman – grey suit, red power tie, slicked back hair. There was nothing remarkable about him at all, until you noticed the woman standing next to him. She drew the attention of everyone in the room even if they had no clue who she was. Ahito was tiny, barely 160cm tall. Tonight she wore a deep emerald cheongsam, embroidered with dragons and slit to her hips to show black leggings beneath. Black slippers and gloves completed the ensemble, but looking closely it was apparent that both shoes and gloves were practical leather instead of decorative silk. Her black hair was pulled up into a bun on the top of her head and secured with twin chopsticks; Pazu had no doubt they were also weapons of some sort going by everything he’d heard about her.

The conversation in the room slowly died away as the new arrivals stood on the landing. Ahito surveyed the room, her eyes sweeping over everyone waiting below while a smile played around the edges of her full red lips. When her gaze met his for a moment, Pazu got a glimpse of emerald green before looking away.

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The First Step

Another fanfic that I finished today.  I’ve been writing it for a little while and actually started it longhand when I was at my parents right after my dad was injured, did a lot of writing while delayed in the airport coming home.
This one is an OC again and I reused the name of my main character from my FFVII:AC story “Memories.”  I just happen to like the name and it worked.  I have another GitS story in progress (different OC) as well as the “origin” story of the OC from this story as well.
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Conversations in Winter (Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction)

Title: Conversations in Winter
Author: Rhyssa Fireheart
Pairing: Kimbley/OC
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, never will.  Just like to play around with it in my mind.

Summary: Her voice reminded him of the last time they’d spoken in Ishbal. There was a sense of finality in the quiet words, and she walked away without looking back, shoulders slumped. He caught up with her and walked by her side, the sounds of their footsteps echoing ahead of them as they walked the hallways of their world.

I’m sure there is rampant OOC-ness in most of this, but since there isn’t a huge amount of “official” canon to go by, I’m making it up as I go. A companion to my story “Conversations by Starlight.” This one is also manga-verse, after chapter 67.

Also posted here on Fanfiction.net.


 

National Border of Amestris and Drachma, Briggs Mountain Fortress

She checked in at the first guard station, telling them to mark her return but not to notify the guard stations further in. It was her usual routine when returning from a mission and after five years everyone was used to it by now. Her goal was to get inside the fortress without being seen and to make note of whichever guards she’d gotten past. Even after all this time she could still easily count the number of times she’d been discovered before checking in with her superiors.

Tonight was made more difficult by the presence of guards in an unexpected location, apparently standing watch over a large mound of something out in the snow. She managed to dance along the edges of the light until she reached the massive doorway inside, and then her true work began. Most of the men there knew she’d been away and until her return was announced, anyone seeing her could turn her in for a reward of sorts. Usually it was something extra like rec time or something from the commissary. She never minded paying for the rewards herself and it helped everyone all around to have a goal to work towards. Her job was made more difficult by having to find one of her superiors to report in without knowing ahead of time where they were located.

Tonight she decided to find Major Miles first, if only because she would spend enough time working with the Major General when giving her report. Her quarry wasn’t in his office, nor did he seem to be anywhere on the administration level. She finally found him on one of the residence levels, waiting impatiently outside a conference room. He gave no indication he was aware of her presence when she stepped up behind him to salute.

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Conversations by Starlight (Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction)

Title: Conversations by Starlight
Author: Rhyssa Fireheart
Pairing: None really
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: T for language and situations
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, never will.  Just like to play around with it in my mind.

Summary: He stared at her, finally taking to time to actually look. In the months since they’d met, he realized that they’d never seen each other by daylight before. Or rather, he’d never seen her. All his knowledge of her was wrapped in starlight and night. Even though he’d wanted to see her by daylight, the darkness was her domain.

Also posted here over on Fanfiction.net


Ishballan Civil War front

Men countered the chill of the desert air by huddling around fires. Overhead, stars covered the night sky with silent clarity. Wrapped in their uniforms and cloaks, they were gathered between tents, speaking amongst themselves in hushed whispers.

“Did you hear? The State Alchemists are taking the field tomorrow morning.”

“This war will be over soon now that they are here.”

“Wonder how they’re going to fight?”

The sounds drifted on the wind, random snippets of conversations repeated over fires, passed around like precious gems by the war-weary soldiers. The woman walking quietly through the darkness took the words in and held them to her, turning the meanings over and over in her mind.

“So the Fuhrer finally decided to bring in the alchemists. I guess the regular army wasn’t killing Ishballans quickly enough for him.” Her voice was thoughtful.

“Is that what you think, Major?”

“Marshall, does it really matter what I think? We’ve been in this hell for almost four years now. Ours is one of the only intact squads left, and that’s not saying much. How much longer can this go on? Honestly, wiping out an entire race is just a bit extreme, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Lorie, look, I know what you’re saying, but you’re wrong. This is something that needs to be done and the Fuhrer is doing the right thing. This war will be over soon and we can all go home. I know I’m looking forward to being able to drink or eat something without sand infesting it.”

“There is that.”

The couple continued on their way, their forms melding into the darkness that surrounded the camps.

The next morning dawned in a blaze of glorious reds, light spreading from the east in a wave, saturating the day in crimson. Ash and smoke soon floated on the breeze, dust clinging to everything. Buildings collapsed, were reformed, remade, recycled. The crimson of blood soon saturated the ground, running in waves to mirror the skies above. The alchemists had gone to war.

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