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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2016-08-04 08:49 pm
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Bonus Round 6: Remixes

Bonus Round 6: Remixes

The event's almost over, and you've made it this far, congrats! This round encourages you to look back at everything the SASO has made and use it as inspiration.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on August 18 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

  • Choose a fanwork created by other participants in a previous main or bonus round of SASO and create a new piece based on it. You could create a fanart of another work, an FST inspired by a piece’s style, retell another person’s fanfic from another point of view, create a new fanfic inspired by a great piece of art... go wild!
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yrindor: Head shot of Ulquiorra Cifer on a black background (Default)

Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[personal profile] yrindor 2016-08-10 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
supernatural elements, mild body horror, violent imagery, vomiting (mention of)
1112 words

Remix of hapaxlegomenon's BR5 Arakita & Hakogaku Third Years fill (plus a bit of the related Arakita/Toudou fill). Permission granted in the blanket permission post.

They all gathered in the cycling club room the night of the full moon. As the sun set, Fukutomi, Shinkai, and Toudou rearranged the equipment to leave a clear half-circle around the heavy bolt Fukutomi had set in the wall that afternoon. Arakita wanted to help, but his hands were still heavily bandaged, and frustration and fear meant he just paced and snapped at his teammates instead.

When everyone was finally satisfied, Shinkai brought out the collar and chain the pet store had assured him would hold against even the strongest and most aggressive dog. He offered it to Arakita, but leaned in close as he did so and whispered, "what about your clothes, Yasutomo?"

Arakita swore. He had no idea what the night would bring, but he was wearing his favorite sweatpants, and he'd be damned if he was going to risk them tearing, or ending up covered in fur and smelling like wet dog, or whatever other disaster could befall them.

"Don't you dare look," he growled, and when everyone had dutifully turned around, he stripped out of his clothes and took the blanket Shinkai held out behind him, trying not to look at the body that was still looked too sickly and too pale after nearly a month in the hospital.

He tried to put on the collar himself, but between the missing fingers, and the bandages, and the still-healing scars, he was too clumsy, and it was Fukutomi who finally stepped forward. "Sorry, Arakita," he said gruffly, not meeting Arakita's eyes as he buckled the collar and attached the chain to the wall, and Arakita wanted to shake him for it. Wanted to grab him by the hair, force him to stop looking down, and yell that it wasn't his fault, that none of this damn mess was his fault.

But he knew that wouldn't help at all, so he forced down the lump in his own throat and said nothing as Fukutomi's hand lingered over the buckle one last time before he went back to his crossword puzzle. Toudou was on his phone, undoubtedly texting Makishima, Shinkai was reading, and all of them, himself included, were carefully avoiding mentioning the elephant in the room.

"This is stupid. There's no such thing as werewolves," Toudou declared an hour later when nothing had happened, and Arakita knew he wasn't the only one with that particular thought. Hell, he didn't even believe in werewolves. But he remembered what had attacked him, remembered the fear, and the pain, and the certainty that he was going to die, and he wasn't willing to take that risk.

"Gods willing nothing happens and morning makes fools of us all," Shinkai said quietly, and Arakita silently agreed with the prayer. The silence fell heavily around them after that, as they all waited for something they weren't even sure they believed in.

They were still waiting when midnight rolled around. Toudou had fallen asleep propped up in the corner, Fukutomi looked about ready to join him, and Arakita was starting to feel a bit foolish about the entire situation. Then, the moon finally rose enough to shine through the window, and a sudden, sharp ache from the scar on his thigh was the only warning he had before his bones began shifting in ways they were never meant to move.

A growl rattled deep in his throat, and Shinkai and Fukutomi were immediately alert.

"Stay back!" he snarled when Fukutomi set aside his book, the last words he managed to force out before his jaw was wrenched forward into the elongated snout of a wolf.

The moon called to him. He wanted to answer it, to run under it until he scented his prey, and then to strike, to feel bones snap in his jaw, and to taste the blood of his kill.

He leapt forward, but something tightened around his neck and yanked him back. He turned, ready to attack with teeth and claws, but there was something trapping his paws as well, and they ached. He bared his teeth in challenge before tearing into the traps to free himself.

There was sudden noise, and then two large creatures threw themselves forward and grabbed onto his front legs. He could smell the fear thick around them and the blood pounding under their skin. He was hungry and driven by the need to hunt, but no matter how many times he snapped at them, his jaws closed on thin air.

He snapped and snarled until a third, smaller creature joined the other two. It smelled even more heavily of fear, but it wrapped itself around his neck, forcing his jaw shut and dragging his head down. He could barely move with his front legs splayed out under him and his head trapped by the floor, but he still fought to get free.

Run. Hunt. Kill. Feed. The thoughts drowned out everything else until the moon finally set and the transformation reversed in the same bone-wrenching manner in which it had arrived, and he found himself lying on the floor in the club room with every muscle in his body screaming and the past several hours nothing more than a hazy blur of noise and smells and motion.

Then the rest of his mind caught up, and he processed Fukutomi and Shinkai each holding one of his arms, exhausted and drenched in sweat, and Toudou cradling his head, eyes wide with fear and bright with unshed tears, and some of the missing pieces of the night snapped horribly into place.

"Fuck," he said weakly, struggling to sit up as his stomach threatened to rebel, though that didn't seem nearly a strong enough word for what had happened.

He was a monster. Even with the precautions he'd taken, he'd almost hurt them. He had wanted to hurt them. And it was a pattern that was going to repeat every month for the rest of his damned life.

He had to leave. They didn't deserve to be stuck with him.

But they wouldn't let him go. Even as the bile rose in his throat, they pulled him back. It was Fukutomi who rested a steadying hand on the back of his neck as he dry-heaved, Toudou who wrapped a blanket around him and then sobbed into his shoulder, and Shinkai who offered him a cup of tea, holding the mug and helping him drink when his own hands proved to be too clumsy.

And through it all, the same thought kept running through his head: He was a monster. He was going to hurt them someday. So why wouldn't they run?
Edited 2016-08-10 03:38 (UTC)