Shousetsu Bang*Bang

by Shinju Yuri (真珠百合)



Outside, the wind is blowing the clouds away. It's rained for about a week now; everything from sullen sprinkles to full-out downpours, as if the clouds were pouring all the water of the earth onto the city streets. Umbrellas are mostly useless. Even now, with the wind blowing the clouds away, the streets are soaking wet and slick with debris.

The musician gets up from the piano, goes to the window, opens it, and leans out. ( ... )
 

by Shinju Yuri (真珠百合)



( cover image )

The first person Walter had ever fallen in love with had attracted his attention by hitting him over the head with her wax-headed doll, and bursting into tears when he started bleeding. The resemblance was sometimes striking, he thought, looking over at Frederick. He wondered what type of little girl Frederick had fallen in love with. Not someone like Walter's first love. If Frederick had been hit over the head with a doll, he would have hit her back harder, and then they would have clung together in angry tears. Walter chuckled.

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by Shinju Yuri (真珠百合)



( trailer )

Naoki leaned back in his chair and stretched. A glance at the clock showed that it was already almost midnight. It hardly seemed possible, but he wanted to get the results written up quickly. He should go to bed. The research conference started tomorrow at seven, and if he went to bed now he'd barely have five hours of sleep. He sighed and pushed his hair away from his face. He was getting too old and tired for all-nighters, but he had a feeling that he was on the track of something useful, but he couldn't pin it down. It was an itchy, unsettled sort of feeling. He reached over and took a sip of his cold coffee and made a face. He should get a mug warmer or something, but he didn't like the way coffee tasted when it had been on one of them for a long time.

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by Shinju Yuri (真珠百合)



When Hyun-woo rose up from his seat and said, "I should go back; Sung-min's mother is visiting", he silenced the entire room.

"....Lee Sung-min's mother?" said Eun-jae finally.

"Yes," said Hyun-woo. "She's been criticizing his housekeeping all week, so he's a little upset." He turned and seemed to realize the room was staring at him. He seemed to feel some further explanation was needed. "I thought it was pretty weird too. I mean, I always thought he'd risen out of some puddle of venom or something, but I guess he has actual parents."

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by Shinju Yuri (真珠百合)



"The sun is shining," said Walter. "It's a beautiful day outside."

"Please die," said a lump in the middle of the bed. The lump had curled all of the blankets around itself and as Walter watched, attempted to tuck itself more tightly together.

"It's wonderful out," said Walter enthusiastically. "It's all snowy and look, there's a cardinal outside the window, waiting for you!"

"Please die horribly," amended the lump. "Somewhere else."

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by Shinju Yuri (真珠百合)

The author offers her apologies and notes that this makes at least as much sense as half the doujinshi she's read.



Richard Mapleton did shoots with ball-jointed dolls, by preference; he said the dolls pretty much expressed everything he wanted to say about the state of current fashion and design. The dolls sat and posed with realistic backdrops or huge, dew-covered lilies or peonies or roses. Their knowing blank eyes stared at you from the photos, as if a little amused and sad. They used to say that he never wanted to work with a human model unless they were as perfect as the dolls.

He had one human model; a person with the clear precise features of an androgynous angel, who sometimes posed in yearning poses with the dolls, as if he -- she -- it was only a larger version of them. The model's clear grey eyes stared into the camera. They were remote and lovely, like a mountain. Goth teenaged girls cut out the photo spreads and stared at them, telling the image all of their secrets.

In point of fact, Shin was very much a boy and the least angelic person Richard knew, but that was all right with him.

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by Shinju Yuri (真珠百合)

(as always thank you to everybody who ever listened to me whine on LJ and then told me what I was doing wrong, and also to Sakkit, zee partner in crime. ♥)



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by Shinju Yuri (真珠百合)



He'd never fallen in love before but he'd always thought it would be like the feeling when you slotted something into place and knew, even before you turned on the steam and watched the gears begin to move, that everything was where it was supposed to be. Even before the gears began to move smoothly, faster and faster, until everything was a steady contented hum. He'd heard that it was something like a chemical reaction, though. If it was, that was all right, because he was used to them. The trick was to make big, gloriously horrible balls-ups of the thing and remember to duck if it blew. And do it over and over again until you got it right.

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by Shinju Yuri (真珠百合)



When his master died, Jin Hyun-Woo set off to take on the world. He had Queenslayer, his master’s sword and he was going to find the bastards that killed his master. No matter how long it took or what happened.

Three years later all he had to show for himself were a scar on his back, a weird panther thing that stole most of his bed despite everybody assuring him it was an astral projection and not a real panther at all, and the most annoying man on the face of the earth as his partner. It wasn't what he had thought he was getting into.

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by Shinju Yuri (真珠百合)



The RA called Kaoru in Thursday afternoon. "Sakurai," he said, "There's a problem."

"Yes?" said Kaoru, trying to remember if he'd been making out with anybody in a visible location. Not that he could think of, anyway.

"You know Momoyama?"

Kaoru nodded. Momoyama-sempai was in the year above him.

"His roommate sort of took a funny turn this week, did you hear about that?" The RA was just being tactful. Everybody had heard about Tanaka's breakdown, which had involved, (in no particular order): overwork, stress, and an unrequited passion for Honda-sensei, the math teacher (who was happily married and had pictures of his smiling children all over his desk). ( ... )