Of Maids & Moisture & Leaks; Unforgotten Debts
Even I'll admit, the first one's pretty quirky. I wrote it late at night & I decided to just post it.
I was originally going to run these by a generous person who offered to be my sounding board but then read somewhere else that said person has finals this week. So, I figured I wouldn't bother them with random fic, which means that if the fics seem a little off, it's because they are.
/rambling
Title: Of Maids & Moisture & Leaks
Theme: Senshi/Shitennou: Day 8, Popcorn, sm_monthly, January 2009
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG13
Kiyoshi held the empty bowl, running his fingers through the remaining kernels. He grimaced distastefully at the oil coating his fingers but did not stop.
Ami watched as Kiyoshi smirked slightly in success, popping a partially popped popcorn kernel into his mouth.
At Ami’s questioning look, Kiyoshi shrugged, slightly shy about his idiosyncrasy. “They’re crunchy. I like them.”
Ami turned towards him, tilting her head playfully. “You like the old maids?”
Still looking for more kernels, Kiyoshi paused only momentarily in his search. “What?”
“The old maids. You like them. The partially popped kernels.”
Kiyoshi guffawed. “That’s what they call them?”
“Yes.”
Shaking his head, he said, “Well, then, yes, I like the old maids.”
As the words came out of his mouth, he kept an eye on Ami to see what she would say next.
Ami nodded. “There’s usually not enough moisture in the old maids. Ergo, no steam to make the popcorn pop.”
Amused, Kiyoshi said, “I should think that there’s enough moisture.”
“Well, then, there’s a leaky hull. The steam escapes instead of popping the kernel.”
Dryly, he said, “I assure you, there is no leak. The steam stays contained until the popcorn’s been popped.”
Ami nodded sagely once more.
Kiyoshi looked at Ami with interest, if not suspicion. “I didn’t know you had such an interest in … popcorn.”
Flippantly, she replied, “Oh my interests extend further than books and education, Kiyoshi.” Blushing, but determined not to let him have the last word, she said, “I would even say that I have a deep interest in … popcorn.”
“Knowing Zoisite, that doesn’t surprise me. What surprises me is the interest in my popcorn.”
With a devilish look, Ami said, “Well, to be honest, other people’s interest me-“
“What are you two talking about?” Makoto interrupted.
“Old maids.”
“Popcorn.”
The concurrent answers perplexed Makoto only momentarily. She shook her head. “Well, do you want more popcorn?” she asked, peering into the bowl. “I think Jiro’s still got some.”
“Knowing Rei, he probably does,” Kiyoshi murmured.
Ami choked on one of the kernels she had been crunching. As Makoto thumped her back, Kiyoshi walked away.
He figured that counted as the last word.
Title: Unforgotten Debts
Theme: Senshi/Shitennou: Day 21, Pledge, sm_monthly, January 2009
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG13
“Please! I already sort of told them I’d ask!”
“You did. The answer is no.”
“Well, I more kind of let on that you’d probably do it.”
“Tell them you were mistaken.”
“See, it’s really I sort-of-kind-of-guaranteed-and-promised that you’d do it, waaaay before I even asked.” Minako paused. “Which is now.” She stopped again. “So you have to.”
“I’m not Irish.”
“We’re in Japan.”
“I don’t do dress-up.”
“This prompt is supposed to be for January!”
Minako paused, caught slightly off guard. Opting to ignore all the statements, she simply rolled her eyes. “Oh stop. It’s for charity. We all know that you’re going to do it anyway, no matter how many times you say you won’t. If I don’t guilt you into doing it with the whole ‘you killed us and betrayed us bit,’ the other girls will just use the sex card, which always works, so shut up, dress up,” she grinned widely, “and be Irish!”
“Minako!”
“You’re lucky people even remember that you’re not just emo, angsty, and stabby.”
“MINAKO!”
“And there’s Guinness at the end!”
“Guinness isn’t even Irish!” Noboru yelled back, but after Minako’s closing argument, what could they do but change?
~
Noboru tipped his chair back at an angle dangerously bordering falling over. He rested his green leprechaun hat upon his face, covering it completely.
“What happened to ‘Guinness isn’t even Irish?’” Jiro mocked, finally pulling away the annoyingly, bright yellow bowtie that had untied and dangled from his neck all night.
“Never said I wouldn’t drink it,” came the muffled reply. Noboru continued his can’t-end-well balance, purposely teetering back and forth.
Zared pulled his white socks up to his knees where they met with his dark green shorts. Sitting up, he swung his hat around until he felt the buckle facing forward.
“You know you can just take the socks off,” Jiro suggested.
“Who walks around with buckle shoes and no socks?”
“You’re dressed as a leprechaun and you’re worried about the fashion faux pas of no socks and shoes?”
“It’s St. Patrick’s Day,” Zared reminded him. “If I’m going to be a leprechaun, I’m going to be a damn good one.”
Noboru let his chair thump back to the ground. Grabbing Jiro’s hat and shoving it onto the blonde’s curls with both hands, Noboru held up his half-filled pint. “Is it mean to toast to someone’s death?”
“When you’ve already killed them, yes,” Jiro said drily.
“Oh.” Noboru lowered his glass to the table, disheartened. He set it down unevenly, almost tipping it over.
Kiyoshi made a mental note to let that be Noboru’s last before cryptically - typically - saying, “Don’t worry. She’ll get hers.”
The other three men lifted their glasses and clinked, not really caring at all anymore.
Kiyoshi finished his beer, figuring they didn’t need to know how much she’d enjoy getting hers.
~
Look at the icon. Now think of the boys. Now merge the two. Somebody please draw leprechaun shitennou, purely for my amusement.
Anyway, that's literally where this came from - that icon. Apparently, it's quirky fanfic day for me.