Sprink Break FF100 Drabbles
Hiya! Here's one two more drabble for the count--I actually wrote a couple over spring break like I said, but this is the one that got finished first. And the only one I liked without any real revision. SO. I'll edit this post and add the rest of the spring break drabbles later--I've decided to start posting the actual fics to my journal instead of just fanfic100 . Anyway, so tata for now! *shot*
My LDT.
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Title: Afraid of the Dark?
Fandom: Natsume Yuujinchou
Characters: Natsume, Nyanko
Prompt: 074. Dark
Word Count: 456
Rating: PG
Summary: Some people really do have reasons to fear the dark.
Author's Notes: I wrote this because I couldn't stop thinking--alone, in my room that creaks, with half the light-bulbs out on my fan out, in the middle of the night--about The Grudge. Which I saw last October. I wanted to wet myself (both when I watched it, and every time I've remembered it over the past five months). Scary movies and me DO NOT MIX WELL. D:
074. Dark
Sometimes, Natsume was afraid of the dark.
He’d been the kid who always insisted the shadows behind the curtains really were alive and the monsters in the wardrobe really did exist, long after his classmates had more or less outgrown the silly notions. He’d been the kid who sincerely feared the ghost stories told each summer, and ducked underneath the covers during the darkest nights, eyes squeezed shut-crying.
Because he’d been the kid that could always see them.
He still was.
It was torture, in the middle of the night, not being able to simply dismiss the odd chill that sometimes ran down his spine as a shiver caused by a draft, or the slight tug at the corner of his futon as his mind playing cruel tricks on him, or the barely-there tousle of his hair as an overactive imagination. To see eyes and teeth leering in your nightmares and upon waking not knowing whether those outside the window are genuine or the last remains of a terrifying dreamland. He had tiredly since grown used to it; and yet, for those three seconds of believing, he still hadn’t.
Sometimes, Natsume couldn’t sleep at night.
A creak sounds, along with a distinct scratching against the wood floor. Natsume pants in his sleep before jerking awake, heart thundering in his chest, hungry growls and glowing yellow eyes still fresh in his mind. He stiffens and halts his breath as he hears the dragging scratches, heart pounding all the louder, like it’s going to drill through his chest. A shadow flits across the ceiling, eyes widen and his mouth silently gasps. Frozen limbs struggle to move and-
“Natsumeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~! Hic!”
Heavy but warm weight lands on his chest, and a deceivingly ridiculous-looking face with giddy eyes and a pink-tinted nose looks up at him.
“What’re you-hic-doin’ up?”
Natsume stares back into Nyanko’s drunken face for minute, then shoves the cat off of him.
“What have I told you about coming home late and drunk, Nyanko-sensei?”
Rolling onto his side and away from Nyanko’s swaying form, Natsume curls into a half-hearted ball and shrugs the futon further up his shoulders. His heart still gallops in his chest.
“…You smell funny, Natsumeeeeee. Ha~! Did you have a nightmare or somethiiiiiing?”
Nyanko’s voice sounds too happy and carefree. “No!” is the snapped reply.
The room is silent, except for the breathing of the shadows of the night.
Strong, solid warmth curls up next to the back of Natsume’s neck and shoulders, hiccupping and making and odd purring-choking sound in its throat. Natsume scowls at Nyanko’s laughter.
Nyanko decides against telling Natsume about how he scared shitless the two youkai that had been lurking outside the boy’s window.
END
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Title: Coincidental
Fandom: Natsume Yuujinchou
Characters: Touko, Natsume, Nyanko
Prompt: 086.Choices
Word Count: 318
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes choices not yours to make are choices just the same.
Author's Notes: I've wanted to write this for a while, ever since seeing the sparrow episode. The idea just popped into my head after watching it. I really love the interaction between Natsume and the Fujiwaras, especially Natsume and Touko. :D Anyway, I just love how it's so obvious the Fujiwaras know there's something going on, because Natsume acts so weird...yet they don't turn him away for not wanting to tell them anything, and we all KNOW they won't turn him away if he did choose to tell them everything. And Natsume's so adorably oblivious. So--enjoy!
086. Choices
Through the crack of the door Fujiwara Touko peered, marveling at the sight of her charge hugging thin air against the shadows of the moonlit room.
Putting peaches down at a long-abandoned, never formal, small country shrine; sprinting as if his life sincerely depended on it, judging from his frantic glances cast backward at the deserted road; slamming a fist down on nothing; ducking away suddenly and hastily from unfinished conversations; holding a hand out-stretched behind him, as if grasping an invisible other…
Touko had known the stories other family relatives had told, the strange behavior of which they warned-yet, more than anything, she found herself more intrigued at Takashi’s antics when he thought no one was watching. When she honestly hadn’t been watching, save for coincidence.
And, once again, coincidence struck when she managed to faintly hear the soft, gentle tenor tones of Takashi’s voice at nigh near two in the morning as she attempted to make an urgently needed but silent run to the toilet.
Curiosity padded her bare, slightly chilled feet across the smooth wood to the cracked-open door of Takashi’s door, and confusion widened her eyes when she saw him speaking to the empty space in front of the window. Rather emotionally, too, she might add.
A pause in the dialogue he seemed to be having with himself, and then he was hugging…
-Well.
Touko stared, but did not judge. Did not ask. Did not demand.
Did not stay.
With a little sigh through her nose and a wizened smile, Touko began to step away from the door-but not before catching the eye of that silly old cat which now more or less followed Takashi everywhere. Her smile grew wider as the cat seemed to watch her with its own little smirk, and after giving a small nod to the cat, moved away from the door completely.
She really did need to use the toilet.
END
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My LDT.
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Title: Afraid of the Dark?
Fandom: Natsume Yuujinchou
Characters: Natsume, Nyanko
Prompt: 074. Dark
Word Count: 456
Rating: PG
Summary: Some people really do have reasons to fear the dark.
Author's Notes: I wrote this because I couldn't stop thinking--alone, in my room that creaks, with half the light-bulbs out on my fan out, in the middle of the night--about The Grudge. Which I saw last October. I wanted to wet myself (both when I watched it, and every time I've remembered it over the past five months). Scary movies and me DO NOT MIX WELL. D:
074. Dark
Sometimes, Natsume was afraid of the dark.
He’d been the kid who always insisted the shadows behind the curtains really were alive and the monsters in the wardrobe really did exist, long after his classmates had more or less outgrown the silly notions. He’d been the kid who sincerely feared the ghost stories told each summer, and ducked underneath the covers during the darkest nights, eyes squeezed shut-crying.
Because he’d been the kid that could always see them.
He still was.
It was torture, in the middle of the night, not being able to simply dismiss the odd chill that sometimes ran down his spine as a shiver caused by a draft, or the slight tug at the corner of his futon as his mind playing cruel tricks on him, or the barely-there tousle of his hair as an overactive imagination. To see eyes and teeth leering in your nightmares and upon waking not knowing whether those outside the window are genuine or the last remains of a terrifying dreamland. He had tiredly since grown used to it; and yet, for those three seconds of believing, he still hadn’t.
Sometimes, Natsume couldn’t sleep at night.
A creak sounds, along with a distinct scratching against the wood floor. Natsume pants in his sleep before jerking awake, heart thundering in his chest, hungry growls and glowing yellow eyes still fresh in his mind. He stiffens and halts his breath as he hears the dragging scratches, heart pounding all the louder, like it’s going to drill through his chest. A shadow flits across the ceiling, eyes widen and his mouth silently gasps. Frozen limbs struggle to move and-
“Natsumeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~! Hic!”
Heavy but warm weight lands on his chest, and a deceivingly ridiculous-looking face with giddy eyes and a pink-tinted nose looks up at him.
“What’re you-hic-doin’ up?”
Natsume stares back into Nyanko’s drunken face for minute, then shoves the cat off of him.
“What have I told you about coming home late and drunk, Nyanko-sensei?”
Rolling onto his side and away from Nyanko’s swaying form, Natsume curls into a half-hearted ball and shrugs the futon further up his shoulders. His heart still gallops in his chest.
“…You smell funny, Natsumeeeeee. Ha~! Did you have a nightmare or somethiiiiiing?”
Nyanko’s voice sounds too happy and carefree. “No!” is the snapped reply.
The room is silent, except for the breathing of the shadows of the night.
Strong, solid warmth curls up next to the back of Natsume’s neck and shoulders, hiccupping and making and odd purring-choking sound in its throat. Natsume scowls at Nyanko’s laughter.
Nyanko decides against telling Natsume about how he scared shitless the two youkai that had been lurking outside the boy’s window.
END
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Title: Coincidental
Fandom: Natsume Yuujinchou
Characters: Touko, Natsume, Nyanko
Prompt: 086.Choices
Word Count: 318
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes choices not yours to make are choices just the same.
Author's Notes: I've wanted to write this for a while, ever since seeing the sparrow episode. The idea just popped into my head after watching it. I really love the interaction between Natsume and the Fujiwaras, especially Natsume and Touko. :D Anyway, I just love how it's so obvious the Fujiwaras know there's something going on, because Natsume acts so weird...yet they don't turn him away for not wanting to tell them anything, and we all KNOW they won't turn him away if he did choose to tell them everything. And Natsume's so adorably oblivious. So--enjoy!
086. Choices
Through the crack of the door Fujiwara Touko peered, marveling at the sight of her charge hugging thin air against the shadows of the moonlit room.
Putting peaches down at a long-abandoned, never formal, small country shrine; sprinting as if his life sincerely depended on it, judging from his frantic glances cast backward at the deserted road; slamming a fist down on nothing; ducking away suddenly and hastily from unfinished conversations; holding a hand out-stretched behind him, as if grasping an invisible other…
Touko had known the stories other family relatives had told, the strange behavior of which they warned-yet, more than anything, she found herself more intrigued at Takashi’s antics when he thought no one was watching. When she honestly hadn’t been watching, save for coincidence.
And, once again, coincidence struck when she managed to faintly hear the soft, gentle tenor tones of Takashi’s voice at nigh near two in the morning as she attempted to make an urgently needed but silent run to the toilet.
Curiosity padded her bare, slightly chilled feet across the smooth wood to the cracked-open door of Takashi’s door, and confusion widened her eyes when she saw him speaking to the empty space in front of the window. Rather emotionally, too, she might add.
A pause in the dialogue he seemed to be having with himself, and then he was hugging…
-Well.
Touko stared, but did not judge. Did not ask. Did not demand.
Did not stay.
With a little sigh through her nose and a wizened smile, Touko began to step away from the door-but not before catching the eye of that silly old cat which now more or less followed Takashi everywhere. Her smile grew wider as the cat seemed to watch her with its own little smirk, and after giving a small nod to the cat, moved away from the door completely.
She really did need to use the toilet.
END
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