almondinflower | fanfic100 table [Hunter x Hunter], plus two drabbles

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice - Analysis	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

Incidentally. *points at LJ icon* This is Killua Zaoldyeck. And you wonder why I'm in love.

...the first prompt is done, because of Certain Other Fics not cooperating and forcing me into Drabble Mode.

birthing
Disclaimer: HxH belongs to Togashi Yashihiro
Wordcount: 100
Notes: childbirth rituals with the Zaoldyeck family. for

fanfic100, prompt #1

“Green,” said Illumi, gripping the bedpost nervously. His eyes widened. “They’re so pretty, Father.”

“What are you, colour-blind?” Seven-year-old Miruki snorted. “They’re obviously blue. Teal-blue.”

Illumi brought out his needles, Miruki unsheathed the latest electronic knife from Mattel Inc., and they began to debate vigorously the colour of the baby’s eyes. Blood flew in all directions.

“Shush, dears!” scolded Kikyou Zaoldyeck, a skeletal, postnatal figure lying beneath lace bedsheets. “Don’t upset your brother. It’s nearly time for his very first meal.”

She smiled up at her husband. "Darling, have you prepared the poison?"

Four days later, they started electrifying Killua.

transaction
wordcount: 100
notes: request drabble for

ai_ling. although in truth, I'd be reluctant to post this at all if it weren't for the pressing desire to get some

fanfic100 material finished. Theme #002, set during that scene in the Genei Ryodan arc where Kurapika teams up with Hisoka.

Despite his mental preparation it was a shock to the spirit, the moment he left the chaos ensuing in the world outside, and entered the room, night-dark and empty save for expertly controlled nen and an offering of cards; if hatred were an option Kurapika would have hated the way Hisoka could read him perfectly, hated how he understood so clearly the murderous simplicity of the other man, and what it implied about himself; but for this cause, I am willing to become everything I despise, and all he said was, “Tomorrow, same time,” - accepting all that had to come.