13 Works by Kibasix
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The Zombie Apocalypse idea that wouldn't get out of my head and exploded out of all proportion.
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Given a choice between the furtive and the flamboyant, Dazai chooses flamboyance, throwing open the doors marking the entrance to the Armed Detective Agency with a flourish of flared coat and fake grin. To be confronted by complete silence after such a display was not the entirely expected consequence of his actions, yet, now that he pauses to think about it, he was supposed to be here well over an hour ago for some very important and critical meeting Kunikida had scheduled (on very short notice he might add). He’d had every intention of appearing on-time, a spectacle which may actually have rendered Kunikida speechless, so rare an event would it have been. Yet, as always, life – or his decided lack of interest in its continuance, to be more precise – ever has it’s own ideas.
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What if, in the end, this is their last resort?
A single photograph, a twisting of time.
A basketball court where it all begins...and ends.
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It's just an addiction.
It doesn't mean anything.
It never has.
It never will...
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On Your Mind by Daddy_Jiro, IrelaNictari, Kibasix
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, Pacific Rim (Movies)
05 Dec 2022
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(Pacific Rim AU)
A mind, stripped of years.
Another, which bears the weight of monsters.
Thrust together after Dazai's partner suffered from a drift overload, rendering him unable to maintain a neural connection, Chuuya and Dazai must learn to work together in body and in mind if they are to pilot the Jaeger 'Soukoku'. But not all of Dazai's monsters have human faces, and those are ones he will take to his grave, the ones he will share with no one.
As the connection between them winds deeper, pulling like the strings of fate, the two rookie pilots have to make a choice - to maintain the status quo or to strive for something more, something just out of reach...but the clock counting down the final heartbeats of humanity is ticking, time is running out and tragedy follows tragedy as the world begins to fall.
When a category four Kaiju threatens Yokohama, the secrets of the two pilots will come to light. Will they be able to work together to defeat their enemy, or will this new information break them apart from the inside?
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Got My Head In The Clouds (And My Feet Up Off Of The Ground) by Kibasix
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
01 Apr 2018
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What might have happened if Atsushi had tried to steal Chuuya's wallet instead of saving Dazai...
Written for ChuuyaxHappiness week 2018.~ ~ ~
It’s a beautiful evening. The last rays of the afternoon sun beginning to fade to evening amidst the purple and orange hues of a sky readying itself for the fall of night, occasionally obscured by the wisps of clouds as they meander their way from horizon to horizon with barely a breeze to stir the leaves on the trees.
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(A Little Less Sixteen Candles) A Little More Touch Me by Kibasix
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
18 Feb 2018
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Pretty much just a long-overdue ode to Chuuya's hands....
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Dazai has regrettably come to the conclusion that he holds a certain, unfortunate degree of appreciation for Chuuya’s hands.
It’s something he’s been lamentably forced to realise only after a healthy dose of persistent denial to finding anything attractive when it comes to that short, loudmouthed hat collector. Not that he’d ever admit to it aloud, there’s no reason for Chuuya to think that Dazai has some kind of personal attachment to him after all. It’s not as if Dazai needs him around, quite the opposite really; in the end they are nothing more than begrudging partners, fierce rivals and ocassional stress relief. Still, even he can admit (if only to himself and after much stubborn refusal to the contrary) that Chuuya’s hands are capable of things both terrible and beautiful to behold.
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I Need A Little Room To Breathe (You’re Making This Hard For Me) by Kibasix
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
28 Jan 2017
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Prompt: Something involving Mori, Dazai, Chuuya and pain. - Filled by Kibasix
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Their mission had devolved into a trainwreck faster than Dazai could alter the plans to devise a strategically safe route to continue. They were outgunned – not really so much of a problem when your short, irritating partner can stop bullets without breaking a sweat; they were outnumbered – again not so much of a problem when your short irritating partner also happens to be able to manipulate gravity; they were outmatched – intelligence had failed to dig up the identities and specifics of not one, or two, but seven Ability users and, much as the pair of them are feared in the underworld circles worldwide, even they hadn’t been equipped for a match of such overwhelmingly poor odds. Most especially when said Ability users appear to have no problem with splitting their skulls upon the ground.
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- Part 3 of Soukoku Prompt Collaboration
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You’re Already The Voice Inside My Head (I Miss You) by Kibasix
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
24 Dec 2016
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The streets are practically devoid of the normal hustle and bustle of people, Yokohama’s more life-preserving citizens eager to stay out of the cold and ensconced carefully within the loving warmth of their families. What few figures that do choose to brave the freezing temperatures outside, they refuse to meet his eyes; give him a wide berth as they shrink into their own meagre space, only to shoot furtive glances at his back as they sigh in relief at his passing. He doesn’t spare them a single iota of his attention.
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Show Me What I Can’t See (When The Spark In My Eyes Is Gone) by Kibasix
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
29 Nov 2016
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Entirely based on Senren's Yandere!Dazai, a magnificent work of amazing artistic talent *__*
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He’s almost too involved with the handheld game between his fingers to hear the exchange taking place in the corridor just around the corner, would have ignored it completely in favour of finally getting past the level that’s been somehow defeating him for days, save for that familiar tone that sounds out the one person he just can’t help but want to mess with at any and every available opportunity.
“Ahh, that move you pulled off was perfect, you really saved their asses today, good job.” Dazai can’t help but roll his eyes - he’s warned Chuuya about praising the underlings too much before; one word too far and they follow you around like lost puppies; or in his case look at you in fear of their lives (which is far more entertaining, better still if they wont look at you at all). And yet, the stubborn redhead has that undeniably human compulsion to be seen as part of the crowd, to be accepted.
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Anything You Say Can And Will Be Held Against You (So Only Say My Name, It Will Be Held Against You) by JerichosDemise, Kibasix
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
21 Nov 2016
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Prompt: Chuuya addressing Dazai as Osamu for like the first time and giving Dazai a heart attack. - Filled by Kibasix
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Sometimes Chuuya wonders why he even bothers trying to sleep…
Between living with Dazai - which is, in and of itself, a challenge bordering on the impossible – having random members of the Armed Detective Agency turning up on his doorstep at all hours of the day and night – usually looking for the bandaged bastard – mostly without prior warning and working for the Port Mafia which often requires him to be on missions at odd hours; sleep has become something of a half-remembered dream, memories on which he looks back with a fond sort-of wistfulness.
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- Part 1 of Soukoku Prompt Collaboration
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Lay Your Demons At The Door (This Is What We’re Fighting For) by Kibasix
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
17 Nov 2016
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On days like this he runs.
He probably looks absurd, fully outfitted in a tailored suit, worth far more than a month’s pay to anyone on a normal salary; hat perched firmly on his head; long black coat sat perfectly on his shoulders and it might flap in the breeze or even billow behind him like a cloak but it never once falls, never once gives up its image of jaunty self-confidence; shiny black boots falling heavy against the pavement.
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Sparks Like A Match (Burns Like A Wildfire) by Kibasix
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
05 Sep 2016
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It’s late…
It’s late and Dazai should be asleep, should be exhausted, should be thinking about heading to the Agency tomorrow to show that he is in fact still part of the land of the living, although it doesn’t really seem like his fellow co-workers have noticed his extended period of absence...they have probably come to their own wild conclusions; think he’s buried himself in someone’s field again; got caught up in someone’s fishing line again; got lost searching for scary-mushrooms-of-death in the forest again. Really, the lack of faith in his ability to orchestrate his own death is kind of insulting. Although...his track record may be against him in this case.
Instead, he’s lying out on his futon, surrounded by what looks like mass devastation of his own making: empty and half-empty bottles litter every available surface; after he’d finished the whisky he’d moved onto sake; after the sake he’d exhausted his supply of awful beer; and now...now he’s only left with the wine. It’s really not helping to take his mind off the events currently stopping him from enjoying the restful oblivion of sleep.
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Find Something Worth Dying For (And Learn How to Live) by Kibasix
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
18 Aug 2016
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The boy was scared.
This was nothing new. The boy cannot remember the last time he slept soundly without fear; the last time he felt love and affection; the last time he smelt clean air or felt the sun on his face.
But this...this was a different kind of fear. The kind of fear that had the boy's blood running cold. The kind of fear that had his breath wheezing from his lungs in panicked pants.
This was fear for his life.
His legs are aching, they feel like they are about to collapse with exertion and yet he pushes on, willing himself to be faster as he flees through the dirty alleyways, zig-zagging this way and that with no comprehension of where he's going. This city is entirely new to him and he is flying blind.
The footsteps behind him are drawing ever closer. The boy doesn't dare to look behind him, for fear of what he knows is looming in the darkness: the large hulking shapes, the glint of sharpened steel, the putrid scent of death.