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I've encountered a writing lull. You know what that means?
DRABBLE CHALLENGES OPEN.

I'm going to go ahead and limit it to Bleach and Kingdom Hearts fandoms this time around. You can request any character or set of characters or pair of characters, but be warned that I tend to write on the level of hinty genfic 90% of the time.

Format is "Characters/Pairing: prompt", limit 2 requests per person. For example--

Rangiku/Orihime: on a string
Axel+Cid: morning coffee (Another Side)
Rukia: survival instincts

Post below and receive love in the form of 500 words of fic!

Finished prompts, Bleach:
Kira/Hinamori, Her Favorites (fluff)
Ichigo/Orihime, The Christmas Almost-Tragedy (fluff)
Urahara/Yoruichi, Shameless (racy)
Ichigo/Orihime, First-Time Boyfriend (fluff)
Renji/Rukia, Princess (fluff)
Shuuhei/Rangiku, The Promised Moment (fluff)

AU - Investing in the Future - Hinamori+Rangiku, various hints (fun)

Finished prompts, KH:
Sora/Namine, Before the Dawn Breaks (angst)
Cid+Kairi, Lady Friends (fun)

Finished prompts, KH/Bleach:
Demyx+Shuuhei, Nines (fun)

Original, Aria Anima: Cordelia+Aminde, Bridge (atmosphere)

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It wasn't exactly a colorful event, since every single person attending was in black robes and white trims. But despite the monochromatic dress, it still gave off the air of a major event: there were banners and fliers that Demyx couldn't read, and everyone spoke excitedly and crowded together as they moved between the booths lining the road.

Maybe some of those booths have food or music, Demyx thought. Unlike the rest of the Organization, he had never exactly been shy, so he snatched away the nearest loner without hesitation, apologized cheerfully, and knocked him out.

Stealing his clothes was more complicated than Demyx had anticipated, as the white trim turned out to be a separate robe worn under the black. He struggled for a good fifteen minutes (knocking out his victim a second time as he began to stir) before giving up on the white robe entirely. He'd just look messy, he decided.

Demyx ventured out and towards the nearest booth, asking brightly, "So what've you got to offer?"

The big man behind the booth gave him a glance over and grunted, shoving a mouthful of crunchy chips into his mouth. "Nothing for a scrawny peasant like you," he said shortly. "I don't know, go to the 9th division or something."

"The 9th division?" Demyx echoed, looking around eagerly. "That's great, nine is my lucky number." It was his number, so it seemed like a good division. "Which one is that...?"

"Can't you read?" the big man said, sneering, and put a greasy hand on Demyx's shoulder and shoved him. "That one. So get outta here!"

Rude, Demyx thought, straightening his shoulders and eying the grease on his nice newly-acquired robe with disapproval. That was definitely not the division for him, whatever division that was.

He headed across the way, to a youngish human man with scars and an unusual tattoo marring his face. For a moment he hesitated, and then asked, "Uh, is this the 9th division? Someone told me to come here." He looked at the banner flying above the booth -- some weird symbol, like all the rest.

"Yes! This is the 9th division," said the young man eagerly, hopping up from his seat and ducking in almost a bow in greeting. Demyx bowed in return, trying not to look like he'd never done it before. "Welcome, welcome! The 9th division is always glad to welcome new recruits!"

"Uh, well, I'm not really thinking about being recruited for anything just yet," Demyx said, waving his hand to defuse the guy's hopes. "I just want to know what you've got to offer!"

Deflated only slightly, the young man said, "Oh, well-- The 9th division is the creative life force of the 13 Protection Divisions. Whether you're a writer or an artist--"

"Or a musician?" Demyx interrupted, suddenly eager again.

"Yes!" The young man brightened in his own turn. "I'm a musician! Well, aspiring musician."

Demyx beamed at him. This division might be okay, he decided. It was definitely living up to its number.

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Demyx+Shuuhei, "Nines"