![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
purplekitteTitle: Five Times Kyoko Almost Started the Next Great Fire of Tokyo and One Time She Did
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purplekitte
Theme: OC--Smother (um, yes, "smother", not "smolder" which is would fit better, because of course I can read)
Genre: Drama, Dark
Version: Anime
Rating: PG-13
“Damn it, Yoko-chan, don’t you be fallin’ asleep with a still lit cigarette on the couch. Gonna fuckin’ burn down the house.”
“And probably the whole neighborhood. This isn’t headquarters; this is a small wooden house.”
“Fuck you, Mizu-chan. You too, Hana-chan.” Kyoko snapped from the couch as Mahana ground her cigarette into the sink.
* * *
He hadn’t teleported away like the Senshi seemed to think, but what did they know; he had been yanked away by her, Beryl, his queen.
He might be dead, was probably dead, Jadeite, her Jadeite.
Kyoko wondered if airplanes blew up when ignited, but her hands only scrapped dully on the outer hull as she doubled over with tears.
* * *
Kyoko breathed in from her cigarette, but really only for show. She held it lightly in her fingers, her wrist ready to flick it towards the trail of gasoline, even if he shoved a fist through her chest or cut her to pieces with flowers. She could still drop it right, even if she was dying, she was sure. She’d have a second before her body noticed.
Zoisite growled at her. This really wasn’t how she wanted to die, but it’s how she’s chosen to, and it’s not like she wanted to die, but--
“Eh,” Zoisite stood down. “Kunzite-sama’s probably waiting for me.”
He teleported away, with an effect Kyoko generally associated with going back to the Dark Kingdom. She held perfectly still, ready with her cigarette for five minutes (for what felt about that, the counting in her head might have been too fast).
She left then, not putting her cigarette out, but being very careful about where the ash landed.
* * *
“Should I be bothered by how well you and Sailor Mars hit it off?”
“Maybe,” she lilted playfully back.
“I still think you should have used a better disguise spell.”
“I used a disguise,” she corrected Jadeite. “She’s a seer priestess as well as a Senshi; she would have seen through a spell eventually, while we were looking into the sacred flame.”
“The two of you were playing with fire together? Well, there goes the planet.”
* * *
“I submit my job application every year, before the deadline, with enough stamps ‘n’ everythin’, but I always get rejected,” Kyoko pouted.
“What did you list as your hobbies?” Mahana asked.
“Settin’ shit on fire, stealin’ shit, takin’ apart ‘n’ puttin’ back together my baby.”
“That’s it?”
“The rest I listed further up under ‘occupation’. Maybe my list of references for arson are a bit weak, since it’s first on my list. My job app for Hell will definitely be accepted next year if I burn down Tokyo! Hey, don’t you sigh and ‘Yoko-chan’ me!”
* * *
Fire crackled and people screamed. Sirens roared constantly in the distance. This area, so near the epicenter was already much more ashes than active blaze.
There was a far away explosion as an oil refinery went up, but the shock wave was still strong enough to upset the air.
The sudden wind ruffled her slightly singed jacket. Like any sensible crazy arsonist who’d just torched one of the largest cities in the world, Kyoko threw back her head and laughed.
Author:
purplekitteTheme: OC--Smother (um, yes, "smother", not "smolder" which is would fit better, because of course I can read)
Genre: Drama, Dark
Version: Anime
Rating: PG-13
“Damn it, Yoko-chan, don’t you be fallin’ asleep with a still lit cigarette on the couch. Gonna fuckin’ burn down the house.”
“And probably the whole neighborhood. This isn’t headquarters; this is a small wooden house.”
“Fuck you, Mizu-chan. You too, Hana-chan.” Kyoko snapped from the couch as Mahana ground her cigarette into the sink.
* * *
He hadn’t teleported away like the Senshi seemed to think, but what did they know; he had been yanked away by her, Beryl, his queen.
He might be dead, was probably dead, Jadeite, her Jadeite.
Kyoko wondered if airplanes blew up when ignited, but her hands only scrapped dully on the outer hull as she doubled over with tears.
* * *
Kyoko breathed in from her cigarette, but really only for show. She held it lightly in her fingers, her wrist ready to flick it towards the trail of gasoline, even if he shoved a fist through her chest or cut her to pieces with flowers. She could still drop it right, even if she was dying, she was sure. She’d have a second before her body noticed.
Zoisite growled at her. This really wasn’t how she wanted to die, but it’s how she’s chosen to, and it’s not like she wanted to die, but--
“Eh,” Zoisite stood down. “Kunzite-sama’s probably waiting for me.”
He teleported away, with an effect Kyoko generally associated with going back to the Dark Kingdom. She held perfectly still, ready with her cigarette for five minutes (for what felt about that, the counting in her head might have been too fast).
She left then, not putting her cigarette out, but being very careful about where the ash landed.
* * *
“Should I be bothered by how well you and Sailor Mars hit it off?”
“Maybe,” she lilted playfully back.
“I still think you should have used a better disguise spell.”
“I used a disguise,” she corrected Jadeite. “She’s a seer priestess as well as a Senshi; she would have seen through a spell eventually, while we were looking into the sacred flame.”
“The two of you were playing with fire together? Well, there goes the planet.”
* * *
“I submit my job application every year, before the deadline, with enough stamps ‘n’ everythin’, but I always get rejected,” Kyoko pouted.
“What did you list as your hobbies?” Mahana asked.
“Settin’ shit on fire, stealin’ shit, takin’ apart ‘n’ puttin’ back together my baby.”
“That’s it?”
“The rest I listed further up under ‘occupation’. Maybe my list of references for arson are a bit weak, since it’s first on my list. My job app for Hell will definitely be accepted next year if I burn down Tokyo! Hey, don’t you sigh and ‘Yoko-chan’ me!”
* * *
Fire crackled and people screamed. Sirens roared constantly in the distance. This area, so near the epicenter was already much more ashes than active blaze.
There was a far away explosion as an oil refinery went up, but the shock wave was still strong enough to upset the air.
The sudden wind ruffled her slightly singed jacket. Like any sensible crazy arsonist who’d just torched one of the largest cities in the world, Kyoko threw back her head and laughed.
