Heroes haikuathon

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Here's what I wrote for the Heroes haikuathon. The pieces in this post go from G (for the first one) to R with warnings for sibling incest and (*cough*) bestiality. trascendenza did a fabulous job running this challenge and I had a great time with it.


Sweet Dreams (Molly, Mohinder, Shanti)

he calls her sweetness
or sometimes little sister
and sings her to sleep.

Molly can't find her
anywhere on the map but
she meets her in dreams.

Shanti says she's proud
of the little brother who
keeps his sisters safe.



Mismatch (Ando/Kimiko)

Ando pictures her
wearing only high-heeled shoes
and her own shy smile

while Kimiko dreams
of mergers, acquisitions
and a father's love.



Touch (Hiro/Ando)

too many hands and
too many centuries have
touched this sword before.

Ando doesn't want
to share him with princesses,
heroes, researchers.

he wants Hiro here
closer than a whispered word
close as skin on skin.



Confession (Claire/May, Noah)

Please don't be upset.
I meant to tell you sooner.
Dad, I met someone.

Someone powerful,
someone who believes in me
and helps me believe.

When we're together
my heart starts fluttering and
it's like I can fly.

I just gotta say,
I fucking love cheerleading!
Oh, and I dumped West.



New and Improved (Claire/West)

West disassembled,
reprogrammed and rebuilt, makes
a better boyfriend.

Just as good a fuck
but no longer stalking me.
Thanks for your help, Zach!



Irresponsible (Mohinder/OFC

Professor Suresh
left in the middle of term,
that heartless bastard.

How the hell am I
supposed to learn without his
inspiring presence?



Practice (Maya/Sylar) (2 tanka)

You don't have to choose
between power and control.
I'll teach you how to
make your anger a weapon,
precision-timed and perfect.

Here, practice with me.
It's okay, I won't fight back,
even if it hurts.
In fact, I won't even mind.
Come on, have your way with me.



Insaciable, Indomable (Maya/Alejandro)

My parents and I
never could keep my sister's
tongue under control.

No rules, no grammar,
no punishment or reward
was ever enough.

Sweets and spices blend
like moros y cristianos
when she stirs them up.

Her tongue dances in
and out of rhythm between
English and Spanish.

When she sings love songs
bachata is bolero,
rock is reggaetón.

She can't keep them straight:
male or female, black white brown,
brother or lover.

She just wants to taste
it all – forget purity
or propriety.

Once, to shut her up,
I closed my mouth over hers,
bit down on her tongue.

We both tasted blood
and I ran away from her
sickening sweet smile.

Now I'm just like her:
our rewards and punishments
all bleed into one.



Research Partners (Monica/Maya/Mohinder)

too bad Mohinder
can't mimic my merengue
like Monica can.

my hands on her hips
though she doesn't need a guide—
she moves flawlessly—

her lips on my lips
once the music is over
are almost enough.

meanwhile, he takes notes;
scientific detachment
keeps his body still.



Evolution (Eden/Mohinder, Eden/lizard!Mohinder)

It wasn't all lies –
She really cared for Chandra
and he cared for her.

She also cared for
Little Mohinder after
Chandra went away

She fed him insects.
She liked the tickle of small
feet on her bare skin.

When she met the son
she wished he'd brush his fingers
across her shoulders

and make her shiver
just like the lizard, without
knowing or trying.

But Big Mohinder
was occupied with searching,
thinking and grieving.

Lucky for Eden
she knows how to influence
hearts and minds and hands.

Oh, evolution,
I see now what Chandra meant
and why he loved you.

Human tongues speaking
in dazzling diversity
of accents and tones.

Human tongues licking
up in between human legs
intentionally.

These instants pay for
a hundred million years of
life and death and lies.

For all that, she won't
give up either Mohinder
if she can have both.