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Remix the drabble
Right, this is just a little late.

Right after b_hallward convinced me to sign up for remixthedrabble, I was struck by a frightening thought. What if if I was assigned to remix her? That would be bad. I would fail. Utterly and completely. Bad.

So, I just hoped that luck and random chance would be on my side. The assignments were sent out... and I got phoebe_zeitgiest. And then I raged at the unfairness of the universe. The whole idea of the remix is "If you wrote this fic, what would what it be like?". The problem is that writing wise Phoebe's and my brains work very differently. I simply never would have thought to write anything like the majority of her stories. Plus there's the whole "Fuck, this is brilliant; what if I mess it up?" thing.

I made a big angsty post about it, and who should comment but Phoebe. This lead to a conversation that was both comforting and rather awkward on my end.

Choosing what to remix was the first hard part. I was both drawn to and repelled by And Not Your Yellow Hair. On one hand, it's one of my favorite stories and I knew it would fascinating to remix. On the other hand, I also knew that it would be really freaking hard to remix. The Way We Weren't seemed the most logical choice. I ship Muraki/Ukyou/Oriya, and it was a subject I knew I could work with. So, there was no reason not to do it. But I felt ashamed for not trying And Not Your Yellow Hair. Was I afraid of a challenge? Was I a coward? I felt like I had to at least try. (Veleda: like a shounen hero in some ways.) So, I did both.

I finished with plenty of time (for once), and asked Dorian if she would beta. She said yes, and I sent the drabbles off. Or so I thought. She never got them. Yeah, my email provider sucks mightily. So, the day before everything was due, I finally worked up the courage to email her again, freaked when I realized the problem, I emailed the drabbles again.

So, Dorian liked them, Phoebe liked them, and I didn't have to kill myself or flee to the Sierra Nevada. Happy ending!

Dorian, would you like to make a drabble request for helping out, especially on such short notice?


Here they are:

Title: And Not Your Yellow Hair (You Yourself Alone Remix)
Pairing: Hisoka/Muraki
Rating: PG-13
Orginal Fic: And Not Your Yellow Hair



Kazutaka had never been worried about winning the bet. Hisoka is too shrewd not to take every advantage. And that's what it was about, advantages. Never the clothes.

Hisoka isn't wearing them now. Naked, he exudes authority and control. He handles his power like he does the knife in his hand, with total self-assurance. He is utterly himself.

Kazutaka moans as a stream of blood trickles down his chest. Hisoka's eyes light up.

Muraki laughs. "You'll be the death of me."

Hisoka leans in, his breath hot against Muraki's ear. "Count on it," he whispers, before biting into Muraki's neck.



Title: And the Way We Are (Gilded Cage Sampling)
Pairing: Muraki/Ukyou/Oriya
Rating: PG
Original Story: The Way We Weren't




If he tries, Oryia can still remember that day, racing through New York on the subway. Ukyou with her bright fire and Kazutaka with his easy mirth.

None of them have returned to New York. Ukyou and Oriya will never leave their beautiful prisons and Muraki...

Muraki could go; he's had opportunities. But Oriya knows that Muraki would see that as betrayal.

Oriya and Ukyou are birds in gilded cages, and Muraki has locked himself in with them.

We’ll all love each other forever, Ukyou had said.

At the time, surely she hadn't meant it to be a curse.