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It happens to be the birthday month of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
saiun_challenge, which means I need to post a bunch of fics that haven’t gone up thus far. So prepare yourself for an invasion of Saiunkoku AUs . . .
The first being a continuation of one of my previously-posted AUs, which I very simply titled “College” (link is to the ff.net page, since I can’t find the LJ post at the moment). It’s purest insanity. The continuing adventures of Seiran and Ensei. At college. Warnings for language.
College: Unfortunate Acquaintances
“--so yeah, the old man got me hooked up with a scholarship and everything. Covers all my education and living costs-- all I gotta do is play for the football team and keep my grades up. Pretty sweet, right?”
Seiran grunted in response as he ran a finger over the line of book spines, looking for the one he needed and hoping that the monosyllable answer would mean the babble ended. Ensei didn’t get the hint-- come to that, he never had, not in all the years of their unfortunate acquaintance. Which they were apparently doomed to continue, since roommate changes were nearly impossible due to the university’s labyrinthine mess of administrators, advisers, automated call systems, uninformative websites, and red tape.
Seiran knew very well. He’d already tried.
“But it seems things have worked out pretty well for you too, right? After all, you made it here. Man, I just can’t get over it. Your family’s fucking adorable, I swear. Who’d’ve thought? Someone like you--”
Seiran growled and hit him, his fist meeting a shoulder of muscle with no noticeable effect. Ensei just grinned at him. “Didn’t mean anything by it, Twis-- Seiran. I’m happy for you, really.”
“If you tell them anything-- anything-- I will kill you. If you let anything slip. I will fucking kill you.”
He turned on his heel and stalked away from the shelves towards the checkout desk, putting his student card from his wallet. Ensei trailed after with no noticeable dent in his enthusiasm-- he was incorrigible.
“I won’t give your game away, man. Didn’t, did I? Met both your dad and your sister, and didn’t say a damn thing. I know how to keep my trap shut.”
He hadn’t; Seiran couldn’t deny that. Not one word of their past association had passed his lips. That didn’t mean he was going to admit it, though. “Clearly not, since you haven’t shut up once since then.”
“Hey! I sleep like any other person!”
“You snore. Loudly.”
“I do not!”
Seiran gave him a Look.
“I totally don’t! Since when?”
“Since forever, idiot. You’ve always--”
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” a low female voice drawled.
They had reached the front of the line without even realizing it, and stood in front of the high check-in counter. The woman seated there watched them with amused, queenly condescension from startlingly green eyes, her flawless face propped in one hand. Her dark hair was drawn up with two long and lethal pins, her nails were long and painted in a color best described as wicked, and the cut of her shirt was such that it was immediately apparent that nature had been very kind to her indeed.
Ensei whistled, low and eloquent, and she smiled.
“Hello, handsomes,” she purred. “What can I do you for?”
saiun_challenge, which means I need to post a bunch of fics that haven’t gone up thus far. So prepare yourself for an invasion of Saiunkoku AUs . . .The first being a continuation of one of my previously-posted AUs, which I very simply titled “College” (link is to the ff.net page, since I can’t find the LJ post at the moment). It’s purest insanity. The continuing adventures of Seiran and Ensei. At college. Warnings for language.
College: Unfortunate Acquaintances
“--so yeah, the old man got me hooked up with a scholarship and everything. Covers all my education and living costs-- all I gotta do is play for the football team and keep my grades up. Pretty sweet, right?”
Seiran grunted in response as he ran a finger over the line of book spines, looking for the one he needed and hoping that the monosyllable answer would mean the babble ended. Ensei didn’t get the hint-- come to that, he never had, not in all the years of their unfortunate acquaintance. Which they were apparently doomed to continue, since roommate changes were nearly impossible due to the university’s labyrinthine mess of administrators, advisers, automated call systems, uninformative websites, and red tape.
Seiran knew very well. He’d already tried.
“But it seems things have worked out pretty well for you too, right? After all, you made it here. Man, I just can’t get over it. Your family’s fucking adorable, I swear. Who’d’ve thought? Someone like you--”
Seiran growled and hit him, his fist meeting a shoulder of muscle with no noticeable effect. Ensei just grinned at him. “Didn’t mean anything by it, Twis-- Seiran. I’m happy for you, really.”
“If you tell them anything-- anything-- I will kill you. If you let anything slip. I will fucking kill you.”
He turned on his heel and stalked away from the shelves towards the checkout desk, putting his student card from his wallet. Ensei trailed after with no noticeable dent in his enthusiasm-- he was incorrigible.
“I won’t give your game away, man. Didn’t, did I? Met both your dad and your sister, and didn’t say a damn thing. I know how to keep my trap shut.”
He hadn’t; Seiran couldn’t deny that. Not one word of their past association had passed his lips. That didn’t mean he was going to admit it, though. “Clearly not, since you haven’t shut up once since then.”
“Hey! I sleep like any other person!”
“You snore. Loudly.”
“I do not!”
Seiran gave him a Look.
“I totally don’t! Since when?”
“Since forever, idiot. You’ve always--”
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” a low female voice drawled.
They had reached the front of the line without even realizing it, and stood in front of the high check-in counter. The woman seated there watched them with amused, queenly condescension from startlingly green eyes, her flawless face propped in one hand. Her dark hair was drawn up with two long and lethal pins, her nails were long and painted in a color best described as wicked, and the cut of her shirt was such that it was immediately apparent that nature had been very kind to her indeed.
Ensei whistled, low and eloquent, and she smiled.
“Hello, handsomes,” she purred. “What can I do you for?”
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hmm ... like the "shoulder of muscle"! ^_^
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College AUs totally rub me the right way, probably because of Augury. I am UBER amused. Seiran is somehow more likeable and Ensei's just gold here. XD
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Ensei is always gold, but of course. The perfect foil in so very many ways. I <3 him.
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Yours is still the best Ensei, Kochou and Seiran, EVER.
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Those three practically write themselves. It's kinda scary. The difficulty mainly lies in getting Seiran and Ensei to stop snarking long enough to squeeze action, description, and plot in there.
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Your characters are spot on and I knew it was Kouchou from your description immediately.
Nicely done!
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