Drabble drop I
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bonnefoisFinished drabbles that have been sitting fornlornly on my HD and stuff owed. The like. Part II coming soon!
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measuringtime TsuHis, Kyoto interaction.
It feels like the walls are closing in and he’s chipping away at these walls he’s made,
his tongue is , dry and useless in his mouth. Hisoka clenches his jaw, his fingers curl inward. Tsuzuki is mere steps away but it mind as well be an ocean away.
“I’m fine” Tsuzuki says in response to the unspoken question and smiles. Every nerve in Hisoka’s body screams otherwise.
“Liar..” he says. It sounds petty, cheap and oh so childish, but he can’t describe the feeling of scraping his fingernails raw against brick walls that curve like smiles.
“In the end, we’re all liars” Tsuzuki replies.
Uh, short. I rather wrote myself into a corner. ANYWAYS! I will write you more and much better things ♥ Lots and lots and lots ~
Title: (un)expections
Rating: G, maybe? PG possibly
Pairing/Character: Hara Akiha/Umeda Hokuto
Summary: Umeda is rarely surprised by anything anymore.
Warnings
Word Count: 126
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
15minuteficlets word 150.
Umeda is rarely surprised by anything anymore. Whether it’s waking up the treacly smell of flowers arranged around him and the sound of a shutter clicking repeatedly, or getting unwarranted messages left on his cellphone, just because, if there’s anything stupid, Akiha will certainly do it.
Yesterday he brought breakfast in bed, the scrambled eggs were slightly browned, with grapefruit and bacon on the side (“Sorry senpai, the toast burned”)
“I didn’t know you cooked” he begrudgingly replies, and Akiha beams. “I’m learning”
The morning sun slips through the window, with the lingering scent of too-sweet flowers and morning breakfasts, of a different cologne on the bedstand and of Akiha, who is slowly making himself a staple in his life, whether Umeda likes it or not.
when the wind blows | Kurogane and Fai (gen XD) forsahara_storm (think like Shura/Shara except not)
It was difficult at first, being separated from Syaoran and Sakura, and especially Mokona apparently landing with the kids – somewhere far on this nameless world (Kurogane never thought that he’d miss the meat bun or actually want to understand what the idiot was saying)
But soon they work out a crude sign language, and the language of the people was close enough to Kurogane’s own that they could get by.
They travel through cities – paved with cobblestones and lines of whitewashed walls, working from mercenaries and errand boys and everything in-between. And they survive, often in inns with shared beds and mornings with whatever money they have left for food shared between them.
It is at one of these jobs – a foreign merchant who sold silks and spices – that mentioned two children and an odd white spirit he saw in a port far across the sea.
Two months later with the last of their earned money, they set sail.
The ship is oval, and small. The only thing their meager account could afford was a tiny fishing schooner, hardly the ship you’d be crossing seas with, but Kurogane never resisted a challenge.
It barely fits both of them so that they have to sleep side by side in the rocking of the boat (Fai murmurs in his sleep about ice and things forbidden. When he wakes there’s frost in his eyelashes and salt water on his cheeks.)
Fai mans the sails, and Kurogane guides the ship, his hands steady on the steering wheel. (Kurogane gets splinters the first time, but he ignores it – he’s felt much worse pain, this is insubstantial by comparison)
Fai’s legs hang down the mast, he often hums while he mends the sails, twisting and weaving the cloth, putting in a patch here and a stich there. Some are even necessary. (Theirs is the only ship with a polk-dotted sail with hearts, Kurogane thinks with annoyance)
“Somewhere across the ocean are the children, they’ll be glad to see us again” Fai says from his perch. Kurogane ignores him, focusing on the task at hand and trying to not think that they could be together for months with no one but each other for company. The thought is frightening.
Wherever the wind blows, they go. Slowly getting used to each other’s company, slowly becoming accustomed to not being alone.
Untangle. |Sukisyo, Matsuri| – (Matsuri means “festival” but when written in katakana can mean 'tangle')
Every morning Matsuri brushes his hair, carefully untangling and freeing the strands of hairs curled into knots from all the tossing and turning of sleep (He always has been a restless sleeper. Most find this surprising, but he just laughs it off)
He never intended to grow it long, only to his shoulders, maybe, just to see what it felt like to have hair long enough to blow in the wind and to braid, hanging down in two pigtails. His mother always mentioned she wanted a girl who she could dress up and french braid her hair – Matsuri gave her the next best thing, the only thing he could.
It comes down to his knees now, gold like fall goldenrod and smooth like summer cornsilk. Half the student council has nicknamed him “Rapunzel”
It’s the little things that sneak up on you when you’re not looking, he thinks wryly.
HanaKimi / Tennouji + Kanna, for Weekly challenge theme “le bete et la belle"
On their first meeting she bowed in her flowered kimono and looked shyly up at him from her lashes, he had a minor coronary and sputtered, looking away so no one could see the blush spreading across his face.
She thought that maybe he was embarrassed by this whole idea, the meeting, how their parents were bound and determined to see them married–
He thought she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, and if anyone ever dared to hurt her he would make them very sorry the idea had ever crossed their mind and that he’d be suave and say thousands of beautiful things befitting her as soon as he figured out how to speak again.
Happily ever after was a long way off yet.
true love waits in haunted attics | Hikaru no Go | Touya, Shindou.
spoilers. If you don’t know what happened to Sai, then you’ll be spoiled, mkay? The title is from “True Love Waits” by Radiohead.
Once a year, he returns.
The dust is choking, but still he weaves his way through boxes filled with faded pictures, a rust-encrusted bicycle wheel and trunks to the back where the most important artifact is.
The Goban is clean, unbearably clean, not even a smudge or a stain – just a thin sheen of dust that covers it like a soft dusting of snow. The first hint of frost, the frozen streets and the chill of winter approaching.
There wasn’t any stains, anymore.
Touya has learned through the years of this ritual, bits and pieces gleaned from watching, from matching his stride to Shindou’s in some hope of figuring out the boy who’s become so entwined with his life.
And he waits outside with a warm drink, counting down the time until Shindou will emerge again into the light, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy.
He never asks even if it stays on the tip of his tongue, the curiosity eats away at him, but he is tight-lipped and silent.
Touya passes the drink without a word, Shindou accepts it without a word.
One day Shindou will open up and explain this ritual, he is sure. But not this year.
measuringtime TsuHis, Kyoto interaction.It feels like the walls are closing in and he’s chipping away at these walls he’s made,
his tongue is , dry and useless in his mouth. Hisoka clenches his jaw, his fingers curl inward. Tsuzuki is mere steps away but it mind as well be an ocean away.
“I’m fine” Tsuzuki says in response to the unspoken question and smiles. Every nerve in Hisoka’s body screams otherwise.
“Liar..” he says. It sounds petty, cheap and oh so childish, but he can’t describe the feeling of scraping his fingernails raw against brick walls that curve like smiles.
“In the end, we’re all liars” Tsuzuki replies.
Uh, short. I rather wrote myself into a corner. ANYWAYS! I will write you more and much better things ♥ Lots and lots and lots ~
Title: (un)expections
Rating: G, maybe? PG possibly
Pairing/Character: Hara Akiha/Umeda Hokuto
Summary: Umeda is rarely surprised by anything anymore.
Warnings
Word Count: 126
Notes: Written for
15minuteficlets word 150.Umeda is rarely surprised by anything anymore. Whether it’s waking up the treacly smell of flowers arranged around him and the sound of a shutter clicking repeatedly, or getting unwarranted messages left on his cellphone, just because, if there’s anything stupid, Akiha will certainly do it.
Yesterday he brought breakfast in bed, the scrambled eggs were slightly browned, with grapefruit and bacon on the side (“Sorry senpai, the toast burned”)
“I didn’t know you cooked” he begrudgingly replies, and Akiha beams. “I’m learning”
The morning sun slips through the window, with the lingering scent of too-sweet flowers and morning breakfasts, of a different cologne on the bedstand and of Akiha, who is slowly making himself a staple in his life, whether Umeda likes it or not.
when the wind blows | Kurogane and Fai (gen XD) for
sahara_storm (think like Shura/Shara except not) It was difficult at first, being separated from Syaoran and Sakura, and especially Mokona apparently landing with the kids – somewhere far on this nameless world (Kurogane never thought that he’d miss the meat bun or actually want to understand what the idiot was saying)
But soon they work out a crude sign language, and the language of the people was close enough to Kurogane’s own that they could get by.
They travel through cities – paved with cobblestones and lines of whitewashed walls, working from mercenaries and errand boys and everything in-between. And they survive, often in inns with shared beds and mornings with whatever money they have left for food shared between them.
It is at one of these jobs – a foreign merchant who sold silks and spices – that mentioned two children and an odd white spirit he saw in a port far across the sea.
Two months later with the last of their earned money, they set sail.
The ship is oval, and small. The only thing their meager account could afford was a tiny fishing schooner, hardly the ship you’d be crossing seas with, but Kurogane never resisted a challenge.
It barely fits both of them so that they have to sleep side by side in the rocking of the boat (Fai murmurs in his sleep about ice and things forbidden. When he wakes there’s frost in his eyelashes and salt water on his cheeks.)
Fai mans the sails, and Kurogane guides the ship, his hands steady on the steering wheel. (Kurogane gets splinters the first time, but he ignores it – he’s felt much worse pain, this is insubstantial by comparison)
Fai’s legs hang down the mast, he often hums while he mends the sails, twisting and weaving the cloth, putting in a patch here and a stich there. Some are even necessary. (Theirs is the only ship with a polk-dotted sail with hearts, Kurogane thinks with annoyance)
“Somewhere across the ocean are the children, they’ll be glad to see us again” Fai says from his perch. Kurogane ignores him, focusing on the task at hand and trying to not think that they could be together for months with no one but each other for company. The thought is frightening.
Wherever the wind blows, they go. Slowly getting used to each other’s company, slowly becoming accustomed to not being alone.
Untangle. |Sukisyo, Matsuri| – (Matsuri means “festival” but when written in katakana can mean 'tangle')
Every morning Matsuri brushes his hair, carefully untangling and freeing the strands of hairs curled into knots from all the tossing and turning of sleep (He always has been a restless sleeper. Most find this surprising, but he just laughs it off)
He never intended to grow it long, only to his shoulders, maybe, just to see what it felt like to have hair long enough to blow in the wind and to braid, hanging down in two pigtails. His mother always mentioned she wanted a girl who she could dress up and french braid her hair – Matsuri gave her the next best thing, the only thing he could.
It comes down to his knees now, gold like fall goldenrod and smooth like summer cornsilk. Half the student council has nicknamed him “Rapunzel”
It’s the little things that sneak up on you when you’re not looking, he thinks wryly.
HanaKimi / Tennouji + Kanna, for Weekly challenge theme “le bete et la belle"
On their first meeting she bowed in her flowered kimono and looked shyly up at him from her lashes, he had a minor coronary and sputtered, looking away so no one could see the blush spreading across his face.
She thought that maybe he was embarrassed by this whole idea, the meeting, how their parents were bound and determined to see them married–
He thought she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, and if anyone ever dared to hurt her he would make them very sorry the idea had ever crossed their mind and that he’d be suave and say thousands of beautiful things befitting her as soon as he figured out how to speak again.
Happily ever after was a long way off yet.
true love waits in haunted attics | Hikaru no Go | Touya, Shindou.
spoilers. If you don’t know what happened to Sai, then you’ll be spoiled, mkay? The title is from “True Love Waits” by Radiohead.
Once a year, he returns.
The dust is choking, but still he weaves his way through boxes filled with faded pictures, a rust-encrusted bicycle wheel and trunks to the back where the most important artifact is.
The Goban is clean, unbearably clean, not even a smudge or a stain – just a thin sheen of dust that covers it like a soft dusting of snow. The first hint of frost, the frozen streets and the chill of winter approaching.
There wasn’t any stains, anymore.
Touya has learned through the years of this ritual, bits and pieces gleaned from watching, from matching his stride to Shindou’s in some hope of figuring out the boy who’s become so entwined with his life.
And he waits outside with a warm drink, counting down the time until Shindou will emerge again into the light, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy.
He never asks even if it stays on the tip of his tongue, the curiosity eats away at him, but he is tight-lipped and silent.
Touya passes the drink without a word, Shindou accepts it without a word.
One day Shindou will open up and explain this ritual, he is sure. But not this year.
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Date: 2006-06-07 09:16 am (UTC)The Matsuri drabbel is so kawaii!
I remember reading that he was often bullied because of his hair... but it does suit Matsuri to have it that long in the end. XD!!!
Woah, the transfer DOES work. *astonished*
*didn't believe you*
XD
I still have such a hangover, but have to study now nonetheless.
*doing the laundry*
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Date: 2006-06-09 04:34 am (UTC):DD See? But you can't exit, only sign out.
<--- was extremely tired when she found that out.
DDD: Did you drink water?
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Date: 2006-06-23 10:06 am (UTC)Ah, so lovely and smooth and quiet and,
Fai murmurs in his sleep about ice and things forbidden. When he wakes there’s frost in his eyelashes and salt water on his cheeks.
eeee! Gen, but I could totally see the KuroFai. Totally! XD
Thanks, honey~.
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Date: 2006-10-10 05:29 pm (UTC)