Fast Fanfic, done in Fury and Fun
Okay, not really, but quite furiously and definitely very fast.
This is a sort of congratulatory present for missliddell, because she actually got results she was content with. This is rare. More often than not, she is not content with her good results, or busy trying to fall off buildings because of her bad results.
She also wasted fifty dollars on "reviewing" her grade, so I am sure you can see why a present is in order for her amazing, um, all-around acceptance of her grades this time.
In the interest of keeping head and body connected, I won't reveal the actual grades. (I can tell you, however, that I am very content with my straight B-average and 3.0 GPA.)
So...
Title: Bargaining a Sale
Series: Samurai Champloo
Pairing: FuuxJin is intended
Rating: G
Warnings: none
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
The man at the counter paused, his hands stopping a moment as he flicked a disinterested gaze at the glasses on his desk.
“I’m not, ma’am.” His tone of voice suggested that he used that term of respect only under duress, and with great reluctance even then.
The woman standing before him glared fiercely. “The last time I tried to sell these, they went for at least five times what you’re offering me! They’re very rare, the pawnbroker told me, and we could afford a night’s stay on what he offered alone!!”
“Yes,” the seller agreed. “They used to be very rare. But now that the Westerners are here in full force, we can buy these things in bulk from their ships. So they’re not so very hard to find these days, and,” - he tapped the wireframes speculatively - “this pair isn’t in particularly good shape.”
“Pleeeeease?” his customer begged, going from virago to coquette in a matter of seconds. The man merely raised a questioning eyebrow. “I’m really out of cash, you see, and if I can’t get enough from these I’ll have to stay out in the woods…”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but no.”
She stomped her foot wordlessly then, seeming to grow a few years younger with the childish action, as the violent movement sent the ornaments in her hair swinging and caused the strange beads hanging from her case to clack against each other like dice in a gambling den. Sucking in her lower lip, she chewed it for a moment, a heavy crease appearing between her eyebrows. Her fists balled up and she seemed to concentrate fully on reining in her temper for a few moments.
Then she reached out and laid her hand on the glasses on the table, the gesture surprisingly gentle and graceful.
“Alright, then,” she said softly but confidently. “How much will it cost to fix these?”
The seller turned fully to face her, his features creasing as he realised he had himself a sale, albeit not one he had expected. “Fix? Oh, you mean to replace the broken frames? Well… I’d need to know something called a “degree”… Westerners say it affects your eyes..”
“No, I don’t mean that. I just want them to… to look like any other pair.”
“To look… But, then all I’d need to do is put glass in, ma’am! That’s all that’s really inside these things…”
“You do that, then.” She shoved the glasses across the table towards the astounded seller.
“O… Of course, ma’am.”
The man unlocked a drawer below his desk, revealing a strange assortment of knickknacks - watches and mirrors and a few pairs of eyeglasses, all of them broken or chipped. Picking the wireframes off the table, he held them to light for a moment, scrutinizing the cracks in the glass. Then he added the pair to the others in the drawer and locked it up again, carefully inserting the key into the pocket of his trousers.
Sharp, black eyes watched his every movement, and a small sigh drifted in the breeze when he was done. Turning, the girl began to leave the store.
“W… Wait!!” the pawnbroker called after her. “What about my pay?”
“Put it down on his bill!” the girl shouted back, her voice taking on a sing-song quality as her footsteps took her further and further away. “Man called Jin!!”
******
Many years later, when everyone who needed a pair of eyeglasses could get one from a Western doctor, the seller would realise that no one, least of all a man named Jin, would be coming to collect the glasses and pay him. And at that time, he would be very angry and throw a huge fit, scaring his children and his wife and vowing to take up fishing for a living.
But right now, he smiled benevolently at the girl’s retreating back, refreshed by the smell of sunflowers that she wore as perfume.
******
And somewhere far away, a man named Jin took a bite of odango and choked.
******
“WAIT A FUCKIN’ MINUTE!” shouted Mugen. “Why wasn’t I in this story?”
******
If you are also happy with your grades and would like a congratulatory present, I am open to writing ideas. ^_^
This is a sort of congratulatory present for missliddell, because she actually got results she was content with. This is rare. More often than not, she is not content with her good results, or busy trying to fall off buildings because of her bad results.
She also wasted fifty dollars on "reviewing" her grade, so I am sure you can see why a present is in order for her amazing, um, all-around acceptance of her grades this time.
In the interest of keeping head and body connected, I won't reveal the actual grades. (I can tell you, however, that I am very content with my straight B-average and 3.0 GPA.)
So...
Title: Bargaining a Sale
Series: Samurai Champloo
Pairing: FuuxJin is intended
Rating: G
Warnings: none
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
The man at the counter paused, his hands stopping a moment as he flicked a disinterested gaze at the glasses on his desk.
“I’m not, ma’am.” His tone of voice suggested that he used that term of respect only under duress, and with great reluctance even then.
The woman standing before him glared fiercely. “The last time I tried to sell these, they went for at least five times what you’re offering me! They’re very rare, the pawnbroker told me, and we could afford a night’s stay on what he offered alone!!”
“Yes,” the seller agreed. “They used to be very rare. But now that the Westerners are here in full force, we can buy these things in bulk from their ships. So they’re not so very hard to find these days, and,” - he tapped the wireframes speculatively - “this pair isn’t in particularly good shape.”
“Pleeeeease?” his customer begged, going from virago to coquette in a matter of seconds. The man merely raised a questioning eyebrow. “I’m really out of cash, you see, and if I can’t get enough from these I’ll have to stay out in the woods…”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but no.”
She stomped her foot wordlessly then, seeming to grow a few years younger with the childish action, as the violent movement sent the ornaments in her hair swinging and caused the strange beads hanging from her case to clack against each other like dice in a gambling den. Sucking in her lower lip, she chewed it for a moment, a heavy crease appearing between her eyebrows. Her fists balled up and she seemed to concentrate fully on reining in her temper for a few moments.
Then she reached out and laid her hand on the glasses on the table, the gesture surprisingly gentle and graceful.
“Alright, then,” she said softly but confidently. “How much will it cost to fix these?”
The seller turned fully to face her, his features creasing as he realised he had himself a sale, albeit not one he had expected. “Fix? Oh, you mean to replace the broken frames? Well… I’d need to know something called a “degree”… Westerners say it affects your eyes..”
“No, I don’t mean that. I just want them to… to look like any other pair.”
“To look… But, then all I’d need to do is put glass in, ma’am! That’s all that’s really inside these things…”
“You do that, then.” She shoved the glasses across the table towards the astounded seller.
“O… Of course, ma’am.”
The man unlocked a drawer below his desk, revealing a strange assortment of knickknacks - watches and mirrors and a few pairs of eyeglasses, all of them broken or chipped. Picking the wireframes off the table, he held them to light for a moment, scrutinizing the cracks in the glass. Then he added the pair to the others in the drawer and locked it up again, carefully inserting the key into the pocket of his trousers.
Sharp, black eyes watched his every movement, and a small sigh drifted in the breeze when he was done. Turning, the girl began to leave the store.
“W… Wait!!” the pawnbroker called after her. “What about my pay?”
“Put it down on his bill!” the girl shouted back, her voice taking on a sing-song quality as her footsteps took her further and further away. “Man called Jin!!”
******
Many years later, when everyone who needed a pair of eyeglasses could get one from a Western doctor, the seller would realise that no one, least of all a man named Jin, would be coming to collect the glasses and pay him. And at that time, he would be very angry and throw a huge fit, scaring his children and his wife and vowing to take up fishing for a living.
But right now, he smiled benevolently at the girl’s retreating back, refreshed by the smell of sunflowers that she wore as perfume.
******
And somewhere far away, a man named Jin took a bite of odango and choked.
******
“WAIT A FUCKIN’ MINUTE!” shouted Mugen. “Why wasn’t I in this story?”
******
If you are also happy with your grades and would like a congratulatory present, I am open to writing ideas. ^_^