Title: Wish

Author: Chesiere Cat aka Hiyuura

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! © Amano Akira//xxxHolic © CLAMP

Pairing: Byakuran/Mukuro, Giotto/Mukuro

Rating: Overall M/MA (R/NC-17), PG-13 for now

Warning: BL, crossover, semi-au, yaoi

Summary: Byakuran’s past life was someone important to Mukuro. Only that Mukuro hates Byakuran because he reminds him of everything that was and everything that was not...until some wishes are granted. 10069, G69.

Note: (1) This story is inspired by the doujinshi game ALTOR; however, since the authoress has very little idea about what going on in the game, given that the version she had played was Chinese, the memory/relationship/interaction between Giotto (Vongola I) and Mukuro was made up with that game as a very loose base.

(2) This is a crossover with xxxHolic. The time-space witch, Ichihara Yuuko will make occasional appearance here. But there is no major role and the knowledge for the xxxHolic manga required to understand this fic aside from her being an old acquaintance of Mukuro.

( What do angels dream of? )

I just went through my HDD to find some lost files I accidentally moved this morning but instead, I found this old fic sitting oh-so-quietly in my Local Disk drive. So I decided to dust it off (not really) and post it here. But since it's an old fic, I'm too lazy to revise it so please bare with the poor language used here. ^^''

วันนี้ขุด HDD ไปเจอฟิกนี้เข้าก็เลยเอามาปัดฝุ่นซะใหม่ ไหนๆหน้าปกบลีชเล่มล่าก็เป็นท่านไคเอ็นนี่นะ ถ้ามีอารมณ์อาจจะเขียนต่อก็ได้ เพราะงั้นเอามาลงไว้ตรงนี้ดีกว่า ฟิกนี้มีภาษาไทยด้วยนะคะ กดเลื่อนลงมาด้านล่างได้เลยค่ะ แต่บอกไว้ก่อนว่าเป็นฟิกเก่า เพราะฉะนั้น...อะไรหลายๆอย่างก็ไม่ได้มีการเปลี่ยนแปลงตั้งแต่บลีชตอน 268 โน่นแน่ะค่ะ ^^"

Title: Trespassing Babylon
Fandom: Bleach (X-over with xxxHolic)
Pairing: Kaien/Byakuya
Rating: PG-13 (Rating may change)
Language: English/Thai
Warning: AU, BL, yaoi, unbeta-ed
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite & xxxHolic belongs to CLAMP

Because…the rain…had taken away the one and only sun – the warm golden sun that one thought couldn’t be found again in this world, for now even if one tried screaming until one’s voice became hoarse, until one’s throat became parched and one’s voice died completely away, it still couldn’t, wouldn’t bring the sun back.

( Can you bring me back the sun that has long left the sky?  )