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Okay, what has this slacker been doing that's constructive in the last month, eh? What, bettering her comprehension of the French language and culture? Psshaw, what use is that? Where's the fanfiction? D:<

Don't worry, I didn't spend the entire month lazing about and exploring Europe. I did indeed write some fic ideas down... just not Rise of the Jinchuuriki. D: Also, I've been digging through my saved files, and in keeping with the promise that I made myself (backing up my writing and precious documents however I can), I've decided to post a few (imcomplete) fics here, for your enjoyment. Keep in mind, many of these are barely a step above point-form writing. Any comments and/or suggestions are greatly appreciated!

Oh, and (***) indicates missing text that has yet to be written.

( Untitled Trigun fic: )

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( Once Upon A Time (A Trigun one-shot) )

The Humans were, and still are, a tenacious species. Nothing could stop them, not plague, famine, nor war. Their population grew and grew, and their technological achievements grew with them. They invented the automobile, and great flying machines. To power these machines, they used fuels they took from the Earth, which they perceived as limitless. They harnessed the power of the rivers, and the wind. They cut down their trees greedily with barely a thought to the consequences.

And there were consequences. From their cities poured foul black smoke; toxins seeped into their rivers, and they cut down so many trees that even those great plant kings did not have time to grow back.

The planet was dying, and they took no notice. Selfishly, they assumed that because of their short life spans, they themselves would be long dead by the time their Eden became a Hell.

But there were some who resisted this train of thought. There had to be a way to save the planet, or at least its people. The first inklings of what was eventually dubbed "Project SEEDs" was born. They could colonize other planets, with more resources, and create a new Earth. But the power to move the entire human population over infinite amounts of space would be enormous; they would need to build ships large enough to house millions if not billions of people, fuel those ships, not to mention feed its passengers for who knew how long. The Earth's dwindling resources wouldn't be able to support such a monumental task.

Some despaired; they, and what few generations they had left, would remain trapped on this dying planet.

But then, hope was rekindled. On a small island country called Japan, the first Plant was born. She was the product of three generations of work, based upon genetic experimentation that had been banned centuries before. She was designed to be able to manipulate her own molecular structure to expel any substance desired, be it water, food, heat - or electricity. Best of all, she could be programmed to obey human commands.

The corporations of the world seized upon this wonderful idea. "You must make more of these things," they demanded of the scientists.

But the scientists themselves feared what they themselves had created. If a creature of such power decided that it simply wanted to live on its own, what was stopping it from killing all in its path? And so, they refused to make another, a male, theorizing that if it could not reproduce, when it died, that would be the end of it (for they could not bear to kill such a creature, as beautiful and dangerous as she was). They placed her in a round glass bulb, so they could facilitate their power collection, and left it at that. She was merely a scientific curiosity, nothing more than that; certainly too expensive to produce to be of interest to the world corporations. The project was dropped, and the scientists left in search of another resource they could invent to exploit.

And the first Plant was left alone for several decades, with none but the few disinterested Human plant engineers for company.

She grew lonely, floating in the liquid of the Plant bulb; the sameness of each day began to irritate her. It irritated her so much that she decided to do something about it. If she could alter her molecular structure, what was stopping her from creating another, a Sister to join her in life?

And so, the second Plant was born. At first merely a cherub nestled among the feathers on her MotherSister's back, within two years, she had grown to become just as beautiful as the one who had created her.

They found ways of communicating with each other in the soundless liquid of their bulb, between their minds, and gave each other their names; First Sister and Second Sister.

The bulb was their world, and for a time, they were happy. They ignored and were ignored by the noisy and greedy Humans outside; at least until Third Sister came along. Then, the engineers began to take notice of the two new creatures within the bulb.

"The Plant reproduced on its own!" They chattered amongst themselves. "We must create more of these things!" (For these were the scientists of a new generation, more bold and desperate than their parents and grandparents)

And so First Sister, Second Sister, and Third Sister were put into separate bulbs. They could still speak to one another in their own way, for what was distance to minds such as theirs? But they grew lonely in their individual bulbs, and, as the scientists had hoped, created more of their own. Cherubs that, when they grew up, were perfect replicas of their own MotherSister, and so were all replicas of the First Sister. They were all Sisters in this respect.

With the rediscovery of the Plants, Project SEEDs was revived in earnest. It took decades to create the immense ships and the millions of individual cryogenic chambers, but the determination of this new generation of humans to survive was only rivalled by the greed to consume of their ancestors.

Finally, the Humans boarded the ships that they had created (their own Noah's Ark), and left the shell of the planet that had given them life behind.

During this time, the Plants had grown as well; there were now thousands of them. They considered themselves all Sisters, and each new the story of each other’s life, such as it was. They had given each other names from what they'd overheard from the humans, garbled as their speech was through solid glass and Plant-fluid. Their names were places, or phrases, or numbers; whatever they thought was interesting at the time. They gave themselves names such as April Six, Beauty Forty-Two, Orleans Delta Five, and Dangerous Beans Twenty-Seven. They marvelled at their own perfection; at the radiance of their feathers, the elegance of their slender limbs, and at the simple allure of each other's minds. And for many years, everything was good.

Then came the Last Run of Second Sister.

The Humans had been wandering the galaxy for many decades in their great SEEDs ships, and were begining to despair of ever finding another Earth, another Eden. Scientists were awoken from their unnatural sleep and consulted. And after many hours of discussion, the scientists presented a theory to the pilots. They theorized that if they were to give one of the smaller ships an extreme boost in power, it could travel further more quickly and do reconnaissance for the much larger fleet. To accomplish this task, they thought that, because Plants were living beings with the will to live, they would struggle harder to produce energy were they to be on the brink of death; this would create, in theory, a huge amount of power.

The pilots, desperate, agreed to try out this theory. For what was the worst that could happen? The death of a single plant? They had thousands more at hand, and, if needed, could easily create more.

And so it came to be that Second Sister was selected, because she had grown lazy over the years, and had grown fat with feathers and cherubs.

Second Sister's Last Run lasted several hours, much longer than it does now, and she suffered greatly as the black slowly took over the blonde in her hair.

And when it was done, it was found that the scientists had been correct; an almost immeasurable amount of power had been harnessed.

The remaining sisters grieved; they shrieked incessantly for many days, and none could be quieted, for they had heard the death screams of their Sister. This era is known to the plants as The Time Of A Thousand Screams. None grieved so much as First Sister, who had just lost her first DaughterSister. So great was her grief that she decided to let the Humans know of it.

It was such that Tessla, the First of the Freeborn, came to be. She was given a female Human body (for aesthetic reasons, because the plant found the female Human body much more graceful and pretty than those of the males), but she remained irreversibly one of the Sisters, in that she contained power cores in her arms, and had the advanced mind and communication abilities of her kind.

She was discovered by a pilot and plant technician on the Mothership of the SEEDs fleet; a woman named Rem Seibrem. When this woman saw Tessla, who looked like nothing more than a small, perfect, Human infant. And she was awed, because she had an inkling of the significance of such an event. The Plants had created a DaughterSister that would, when grown, be able to communicate with both the Humans and the Plants with ease.

Unfortunately, the scientists, again awoken to witness this event, did not see it in such a way. They were confused as to how mindless biomachines could create a creature that appeared, for all intents and purposes, Human.

She had a human voice, human feelings, a human face… but the humans didn’t see her as one of their own. Instead, they dissected her alive.

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Essentially, Tessla’s death was a declaration of war.

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Description of Plant feathers: beautiful, but hard to the touch, like blunt blades, which yielded easily to one's touch. They were a pale blue colour which glistened like crushed velvet in the light.

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Author’s Note: A mental hug to all that got the Terry Pratchett reference!

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( Sasori Sensei of Suna, An A/U Naruto fic )

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Even the most minor of decisions can have strange, unforeseen and drastic consequences. The more important the decision, of course, the more extreme the consequences are.

Take, for example, Sasori of the Red Sand. If he hadn’t grown fed up with being under the thumb of the Sandaime Kazekage, and hadn’t grown quite so obsessed with his art (that wasn’t to say that he wasn’t still obsessed, goodness no, just less so), and had, perhaps, considered that the life of a missing nin just wouldn’t leave him with quite as much time to devote to his puppetry... Well, things would have turned out quite different.

Sasori may yet live to regret not turning missing-nin, though. In the Akatsuki, he wouldn’t have to submit to the humiliation of being the sensei of a genin team, and could actually focus on wanton destruction (his area of expertise).

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Sasori really was the most logical choice, if only because of his durability. If Gaara, for example, managed to rip off one of Sasori’s arms, he could always carve another with little difficulty. Sasori may even benefit from being so close to Gaara – at least he might have a use for all of the corpses of Gaara’s victims. He could make them into something useful!

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It was inevitable that they would eventually ask about the flamethrowers.

“It’s the ultimate expression of my art.”

“That’s gross, sensei.” Temari informed him, matter-of-factly.

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Being only half an inch taller than one’s charges can make anybody irritable and impatient with short jokes.

It can also make anyone incredibly irritable when one is frequently mistaken for one of one’s students. Honestly, didn’t the killing intent that he was radiating clearly indicate years of practice that only jounin-level ninja could achieve?

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(Kankurou is often mistaken for Sasori, and vice-versa (much to Sasori’s irritation), mostly because Kankurou is a puppetmaster and hasn’t learned not to carry his puppets so openly… but also because he’s the tallest of the group. Sasori is the second shortest, after Gaara… but not by much. )

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Sasori still goes over to his grandmother’s house for dinner sometimes, even though he no longer finds it necessary to eat.

Instead of being under the thumb of the Kazekage, he was now under the thumb of his grandmother... kind of. He was an S-class ninja, after all, for all that he did look the part of a young grandchild. The thing to remember was that Chiyo was an S-classed ninja as well.

He also lives alone, despite his apparent young age. His elderly neighbours still haven’t quite figured out that he isn’t a young orphan living alone, and won’t refrain from occasionally dropping by with casseroles and simple “if you need anything, our door is always open” platitudes.

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