terajk: Ryoga, grabbing Ranma by his pajama-top and shouting: "Do you remember where my house is?!" (makina)
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Thanks to [personal profile] glass_icarus, I am in love with Shikabane Hime (Corpse Princess) I mean, come on: badass women with machine guns! Badass women with swords and GLASSES! Gorgeously goretastic violence! Eee! (And Funimation has released the subbed version for free through various venues: their website, Hulu and YouTube).

There are three of us (hi, [personal profile] inkstone!), possibly four or five on the entire Internet, so I thought I get things rolling with a story, an icon and a tag. Ahem.

Title: And She is Truth
For: [personal profile] glass_icarus (Happy belated birthday!)
Rating: R?
Fandom: Shikabane Hime
Character: Makina Hoshimura
Ships: Keisei/Makina
Warnings: Violence, disturbing imagery
Word count: 225
Summary: They are things, all of them.
Notes: References to characters/events through episode 10, "Stars on the Ground"

Also at AO3



"I am justice," the thing says.

They are things, all of them. Even the strongest of them is cockroach shit—not even that, because there is a place for cockroach shit in this world—and the strongest of them knows this better than the rest. Todoroki-senpai keeps her voice low and when told to unsheathe her swords, she thinks only: I am your weapon, Souge-sama.

But Makina is not the strongest, and instead she thinks: You are a lie. She aims her guns between the thing's eyes—at the dirtiest lie that leads to all the others. She pants but feels no heat: only pain and ants crawling where her arm should be, because her Keisei is here.



Keisei-sama, she reminds herself. Keisei-sama.

Damn that stupid boy. While he dresses up pigs and puppies in human clothes, the things take and take and take. Kagami is the rotted brain-meat splattered on the concrete; they are the smoke billowing from the chambers of her guns.

But Makina is not the strongest, and when she sees the picture of the white-haired girl and the man with centipede arms, she gasps as if she still breathes. A flower of blood blooms in her stomach.



I want to kill, says the voice she pretends every moment not to hear. I want to live. I don't want to die.
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