The puppy got to his feet and left, as embarrassed as any beaten dog.
Title: White
Series: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Pairing: Craptastically implied Yukimura/Sasuke, but it's gen, I swear >_>
Rating: G
Word Count: 694
Notes: ..man, I'm sorry^^ I've just been really busy lately, and, um... *headdesk* Just enjoy the Sasuke-meets-Haku-ness.
The puppy got to his feet and left, as embarrassed as any beaten dog.
“And don’t come back!” Sasuke yelled. The stupid white ball of fur had been following him around Muramasa’s house and the surrounding land for days, and it was pissing him off. He didn't need a fucking shadow. It would cramp his style.
"Now, now, Sasuke-kun," Muramasa said from somewhere behind him.
And he would never get used to that creepy old man sneaking up behind him.
"You should try to be nice to him. He showed up here only two weeks ago; he needs a friend."
"Whatever."
"And it's really not creepy-I've just learned to mask my presence better than even a great ninja like you could detect."
He would never get used to that, either.
*
It was on his chest. It was licking his face. There was a stick next to his head.
You have to be kidding me, Sasuke thought. I am not in the mood for this…
"Oh, how cute, Sasuke-kun! He looks just like you! Oh, but your face…!" Yuya exclaimed from the doorway. He sat bolt upright and wiped the slobber from his cheeks with his blanket before she got any ideas about wiping it off for him.
"What is it, nee-chan?" he asked, ignoring the puppy, who was thumping his tail excitedly on the floor. "Is breakfast ready?"
"Mmm? Oh, yes, it is. Have you picked out a name for your dog yet? He looks like he wants to play."
"He's not my-"
"Oh, I'm sure that Muramasa-san will let you keep him!"
*
"My strong little Sasuke and his dog are very cute," Yukimura said, coming around the corner dressed in nothing but a towel. Sasuke pretended to be very interested in his kendama, which was difficult because the dog was nudging at his leg.
"He's not my dog," Sasuke said. "The stupid ball of fur is just following me around."
"Don't be silly," he replied. "And you have dried dog drool on your nose. Let's get you washed up!"
Sasuke considered reminding Yukimura that he had just gotten out of the bath (hence the towel-why wasn't he wearing his yukata?), but decided not to bother.
*
"So, about your dog…"
"Shut up, bonbon."
"I'm just sayin' that-"
There was a growl and a shout, and Tora was on the floor.
I could get used to this.
*
The puppy, Sasuke reflected, running a hand through his very clean hair as he threw the stupid stick for the fiftieth time, did have the same colour hair that he had, but that was where the resemblance ended. Nee-chan can be so stupid sometimes.
"Come on, mutt," he said when the stick snapped in half in his hands, "we need to get you a new stick."
As he searched the trees and the ground for one of just the right length, he started thinking of names.
*
"Nee-chan," Sasuke said. "I need your help."
"My help, Sasuke-kun?" Yuya asked. "With what?"
"Well…" He hated asking people for help, but he knew that Yuya was the only one who wouldn't take him to task for it. "I'm trying to think of names for my dog." He held up a list of names. "Would you help?"
"Of course I will!" She scanned the list. "Kumiko, Tsukiko, Tsukino, Tsubame, Mika, Maeko, Kanna, Kaori, Kaoru," she read, "Ayumi, Ayame, Akane… um, Sasuke-kun? Did Yukimura-san give you this list?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, you see, these are all girls' names."
"So?"
"He's a boy dog."
"Oh."
*
"You know, Sasuke-kun," Muramasa said, doing that creepy sneaking-up-on-him thing, "you shouldn't think too hard about it. And I wasn't sneaking up on you."
"Whatever."
"Perhaps you should name your him after his traits-"
"Baka," Sasuke said automatically. "Ahou. Tora."
Baka-Ahou-Tora barked at him, as though he understood what he was being called.
"-physical traits, that is. He's a white dog, isn't he?"
"Uh, Haku? But that's a stupid name."
"Well, you're considering 'Tsubame', which is also ridiculous."
"Haku it is, then."
But he still couldn't get used to that creepy old man sneaking up on him.
Series: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Pairing: Craptastically implied Yukimura/Sasuke, but it's gen, I swear >_>
Rating: G
Word Count: 694
Notes: ..man, I'm sorry^^ I've just been really busy lately, and, um... *headdesk* Just enjoy the Sasuke-meets-Haku-ness.
The puppy got to his feet and left, as embarrassed as any beaten dog.
“And don’t come back!” Sasuke yelled. The stupid white ball of fur had been following him around Muramasa’s house and the surrounding land for days, and it was pissing him off. He didn't need a fucking shadow. It would cramp his style.
"Now, now, Sasuke-kun," Muramasa said from somewhere behind him.
And he would never get used to that creepy old man sneaking up behind him.
"You should try to be nice to him. He showed up here only two weeks ago; he needs a friend."
"Whatever."
"And it's really not creepy-I've just learned to mask my presence better than even a great ninja like you could detect."
He would never get used to that, either.
*
It was on his chest. It was licking his face. There was a stick next to his head.
You have to be kidding me, Sasuke thought. I am not in the mood for this…
"Oh, how cute, Sasuke-kun! He looks just like you! Oh, but your face…!" Yuya exclaimed from the doorway. He sat bolt upright and wiped the slobber from his cheeks with his blanket before she got any ideas about wiping it off for him.
"What is it, nee-chan?" he asked, ignoring the puppy, who was thumping his tail excitedly on the floor. "Is breakfast ready?"
"Mmm? Oh, yes, it is. Have you picked out a name for your dog yet? He looks like he wants to play."
"He's not my-"
"Oh, I'm sure that Muramasa-san will let you keep him!"
*
"My strong little Sasuke and his dog are very cute," Yukimura said, coming around the corner dressed in nothing but a towel. Sasuke pretended to be very interested in his kendama, which was difficult because the dog was nudging at his leg.
"He's not my dog," Sasuke said. "The stupid ball of fur is just following me around."
"Don't be silly," he replied. "And you have dried dog drool on your nose. Let's get you washed up!"
Sasuke considered reminding Yukimura that he had just gotten out of the bath (hence the towel-why wasn't he wearing his yukata?), but decided not to bother.
*
"So, about your dog…"
"Shut up, bonbon."
"I'm just sayin' that-"
There was a growl and a shout, and Tora was on the floor.
I could get used to this.
*
The puppy, Sasuke reflected, running a hand through his very clean hair as he threw the stupid stick for the fiftieth time, did have the same colour hair that he had, but that was where the resemblance ended. Nee-chan can be so stupid sometimes.
"Come on, mutt," he said when the stick snapped in half in his hands, "we need to get you a new stick."
As he searched the trees and the ground for one of just the right length, he started thinking of names.
*
"Nee-chan," Sasuke said. "I need your help."
"My help, Sasuke-kun?" Yuya asked. "With what?"
"Well…" He hated asking people for help, but he knew that Yuya was the only one who wouldn't take him to task for it. "I'm trying to think of names for my dog." He held up a list of names. "Would you help?"
"Of course I will!" She scanned the list. "Kumiko, Tsukiko, Tsukino, Tsubame, Mika, Maeko, Kanna, Kaori, Kaoru," she read, "Ayumi, Ayame, Akane… um, Sasuke-kun? Did Yukimura-san give you this list?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, you see, these are all girls' names."
"So?"
"He's a boy dog."
"Oh."
*
"You know, Sasuke-kun," Muramasa said, doing that creepy sneaking-up-on-him thing, "you shouldn't think too hard about it. And I wasn't sneaking up on you."
"Whatever."
"Perhaps you should name your him after his traits-"
"Baka," Sasuke said automatically. "Ahou. Tora."
Baka-Ahou-Tora barked at him, as though he understood what he was being called.
"-physical traits, that is. He's a white dog, isn't he?"
"Uh, Haku? But that's a stupid name."
"Well, you're considering 'Tsubame', which is also ridiculous."
"Haku it is, then."
But he still couldn't get used to that creepy old man sneaking up on him.