Drabble Collection~!
Whoo, another drabble collection~! This one contains AbeMiha, SasuNaru, Shizaya and SasuHina. All of them are either PG or PG-13, so no worries. Though, I can't promise such tame stuff in the future.
Please, if you have any prompts/pairings that you'd like to see, please don't hesitate to ask. I'm running out of good ideas, quite frankly. But it'd be nice if I knew the characters. You guys are probably familiar with the shows that I watch. If not, you can go down a few entries and look at my FAQ?
Please enjoy!
Abe (x Mihashi) + Tajima * My Quiet Conclusion
I feel like this is more like the relationship between a mother and child, rather than a couple.
He removed his leg guards for the day, getting ready to head for the showers before he left practice. The sun was setting beyond the horizon; clouds were drifting lightly toward the setting sun in their westward journey and the light creams and reds of the sky were beginning to shirt easily from indigo to complete darkness. The clinking of bats being set in their appropriate storage areas sounded to his left as Tajima finished up his daily practice, presumably headed home instead, where he could freely shower in peace.
Before that, he seemed to want to strike up a conversation it seemed. “Hey, Abe,” he greeted, removing his knee guards. “Mihashi’s more skittish lately.”
Abe spared a glance at him, slowing the removal of his catcher’s uniform. It was a carefully guarded one, but it was still an inquiry. He wanted to know if Abe knew anything about it. He did, but it was none of his business if Mihashi didn’t tell him. “It’s probably nerves. He’s not a very durable guy.”
Tajima didn’t say anything back, just undid the Velcro of his batter’s gloves and removed them slowly, humming to himself. After several minutes of quiet deliberation, he seemed to come to his own conclusion about something, nodding his head once before striding in front of Abe. The boy lifted his head in surprise when the cleanup hitter smacked his hands down on his shoulders. With vigor, Tajima added to the motion, “I’m happy for you!” He then walked calmly away, leaving a flustered Abe in his wake.
That couldn’t have been…? Is he that smart? …no, I don’t think he is.
Abe shook his head, continuing on with heading to the showers.
--
Shizuo x Izaya + Shinra and Celty * This is Penetration!
“Oh my, Celty! Look, those two are at it again, aha,” Shinra laughed, pointing out the two obvious targets of his current humor. Celty turned her neck to where Shizuo and Izaya seemed to be staring at each other across a vacant street. Her dark smoke puffed in worry as she saw the knife pointed at Shizuo, Izaya’s eyes glinting brighter than the steel itself.
[Should we intervene?] she typed on her PDA, practically shoving it in his face. She almost dismounted her bike, but a hand from Shinra stopped her in her tracks as he shook his head, turning his attention back at them. Shizuo seemed to be talking, but she couldn’t make out what was being said at such a lengthy distance.
“Just watch, my love, and see what these two are capable of. Shizuo will be fine.”
Celty turned her attention back on the two arch enemies, gripping the handles of her bike tightly. She had seen these two go at it before, and she would have worried for Izaya, had she cared at all about his particular well-being, but he probably deserved it anyway. He did coax young girls into committing suicide, after all. She was sure there was nothing out there that he didn’t deserve at this point.. So, she would only move if Shizuo became in danger, she resolved. As they were still across the street, she figured she was fine for the moment.
And then, just as suddenly as they had come into view, Shizuo was hauling out of it, stop sign in hand as he rushed toward Izaya at full speed. The knife thrust forward, the informant being trapped, and the impact was blocked by the angle. Celty would have rushed to intervene, but Shinra blocked the way again.
The two shifted, and Celty could clearly see the knife sinking into Shizuo’s torso. Shizuo didn’t seem fazed, thankfully. Rather, he just seemed slightly irked. Izaya, on the other hand, looked rather irritated and his hand strained with the force of his pushing against the handle.
“Look, look Celty! It’s penetration!”
Celty blanched, fingers tapping restlessly on her PDA. [W-what?!]
“Izaya has penetrated Shizuo, finally! Ah, I thought these two would never make it there. Though, I guessed it would be the other way around.”
Celty hesitated, looked once again back at Shizuo, and then, […is this why you had me watch?]
“Precisely.”
--
Sasuke x Naruto * Letters Abroad
Dear Bastard,
You were supposed to send the first letter, you dick! But I guess you’re too busy moving your things and stuff like that. Sakura-chan got mad at me for leaving my underwear out when they fell from the fan and landed on her head. They were clean, at least! I haven’t forgotten about doing laundry, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’ve been taking care of Gamabunta and Manda, too. I think you must have gotten Manda mixed up, because he’s definitely a girl. Gamabunta’s too enthusiastic about her ignoring him, so she must take after you in that way. She doesn’t like me much.
Make sure you send on this time, and you better use that memo-pad I gave you. If you don’t I’ll spend all of next month’s rent on ramen.
I’ll email you later!
Naruto
Dear Loser,
Don’t call me a bastard. Or a dick. I didn’t send you a letter because I think this idea is stupid when you send me emails twelve times a day, waiting a week to get one letter is annoying, and because I knew you’d eventually send me one anyway. I was hoping you’d forget. I’ll remember to thank Sakura; aren’t you keeping that place clean? If you’re not, I’ll have her come over every day to make sure you are. Manda is definitely male; your dog is just gay, like you. Quit hitting on me, by the way. My manager is getting the wrong idea about me, and it’s starting to creep me out.
No, I won’t use it. And no, you will not.
Quit sending me so many emails,
Sasuke
Dear Sasuke,
If I didn’t, you’d never email me! Sakura-chan comes over every day anyway; she thinks I’m lonely without you here. Yeah right! I’m glad I don’t have to share the stinking place with you anymore. You nag too much, and you steal my ramen when I’m not home! What kind of dirty thief does that?
What?! Gamabunta is not gay! Animals can’t be gay, anyway. And it’s you that’s gay, which is why that creepy Orochimaru guy is hitting on you, not me.
Still not gay,
Naruto
Dear Faggot,
I only steal your ramen when you don’t buy anything else to eat. And you steal my clothes all the time, anyway.
You are gay. You sneak into my bed and spoon with me at night.
Sasuke
Dear Asshole,
I sleepwalk! It’s involuntary. And what if I am gay? Do you have a ~crush~ on me, Sasuke? Maybe that’s why you’re being so persistent. Someone’s a little hopeful, right?
Naruto
Dear Naruto,
I could care less if you’re gay or not.
Sasuke
Dear Sasuke,
You’re ignoring my emails! I don’t care if you’re gay either, just don’t ignore me, you prick.
Naruto
Dear Naruto,
I’m not admitting I’m gay for you.
Sasuke
Dear Sasuke,
I’m not admitting it either.
Can you pick up some foreign ramen on your way back?
Naruto
Dear Naruto,
Sure. See you when I get there.
Sasuke
--
Sasuke x Hinata * Red Valentine
Sasuke had never been one to particularly notice the female populous. He viewed them as he viewed everyone else, which didn’t imply anything good or noteworthy. When he needed to, he acknowledged them like anyone else, he nodded his acknowledgement when he needed to and he accepted offerings when they were given and he couldn’t get out of accepting them, eventually throwing them away out of his own paranoia and dislike for sweets.
It was Valentine’s Day, and everyone was expected to receive and give gifts. Predictably, he was less than enthusiastic about the entire charade. Unless they were kunai or other miscellaneous items he may need, he didn’t want them, and since this was an elementary school activity, he doubted they would be getting any weapons, despite being shinobi in training.
“S-Sasuke-kun… I got you this. Please, accept it!” a girl with long brown hair presented him with a neatly wrapped gift. He assumed it was chocolate, and tried his best not to scowl. It wasn’t that he disliked gifts, he just didn’t like the fact that he was getting sweets of all things. Despite this, he accepted it with a polite bow and turned away, going back to analyzing the notes on the board.
Everyone else was scurrying around, exchanging gifts jovially. From the corner of his eye he saw Naruto attempting to get Sakura to accept his gift, but she looked dissatisfied with his offering, Ino behind her snickering about it. Sakura had already given him a gift, and it bothered Sasuke that Naruto was trying so earnestly when obviously she wanted nothing to do with him. He supposed it was like his own predicament, but he was never rude to any of the girls that gave him gifts.
The end of the gift-exchange was drawing near, and Sasuke reached for his bag to prepare to head home.
“…kun?”
“Mm?” Sasuke straightened from leaning over his desk to grab a dropped pencil. Beside him was a pale girl with short hair, dull eyes that betrayed her of her Hyuuga legacy. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what a Hyuuga girl was doing here. It dawned on him that she must be here to exchange gifts, and judging by the basket she held in her hand, he assumed he was right.
“M-my father asked me to… give you this. He s-said to t-thank you… for helping us with Kuru-chan the other day,” she mumbled quietly. Sasuke was used to translating shy girls’ speech, so he had no trouble deciphering what she had said.
“Kuru-chan?” He inquired, not sure what she was talking about.
“The cat…”
“Ah,” he realized “The one I found in the training grounds. Yeah, I remember.”
She held out the basket once more, a cloth covered some suspicious looking lumps cradled in the middle. “This is for you… they’re from my father’s garden.” She smiled and bowed as he took the handle of the basket, and she turned around with a slight trip in her step.
Sasuke watched her leave the classroom before looking at the basket and inspecting it. Upon lifting the cloth and discovering what lay beneath, he tried to hide a smile and his own excitement. His mouth began to water.
Tomatoes…
It was the best Valentine he’d received.
Please, if you have any prompts/pairings that you'd like to see, please don't hesitate to ask. I'm running out of good ideas, quite frankly. But it'd be nice if I knew the characters. You guys are probably familiar with the shows that I watch. If not, you can go down a few entries and look at my FAQ?
Please enjoy!
Abe (x Mihashi) + Tajima * My Quiet Conclusion
I feel like this is more like the relationship between a mother and child, rather than a couple.
He removed his leg guards for the day, getting ready to head for the showers before he left practice. The sun was setting beyond the horizon; clouds were drifting lightly toward the setting sun in their westward journey and the light creams and reds of the sky were beginning to shirt easily from indigo to complete darkness. The clinking of bats being set in their appropriate storage areas sounded to his left as Tajima finished up his daily practice, presumably headed home instead, where he could freely shower in peace.
Before that, he seemed to want to strike up a conversation it seemed. “Hey, Abe,” he greeted, removing his knee guards. “Mihashi’s more skittish lately.”
Abe spared a glance at him, slowing the removal of his catcher’s uniform. It was a carefully guarded one, but it was still an inquiry. He wanted to know if Abe knew anything about it. He did, but it was none of his business if Mihashi didn’t tell him. “It’s probably nerves. He’s not a very durable guy.”
Tajima didn’t say anything back, just undid the Velcro of his batter’s gloves and removed them slowly, humming to himself. After several minutes of quiet deliberation, he seemed to come to his own conclusion about something, nodding his head once before striding in front of Abe. The boy lifted his head in surprise when the cleanup hitter smacked his hands down on his shoulders. With vigor, Tajima added to the motion, “I’m happy for you!” He then walked calmly away, leaving a flustered Abe in his wake.
That couldn’t have been…? Is he that smart? …no, I don’t think he is.
Abe shook his head, continuing on with heading to the showers.
--
Shizuo x Izaya + Shinra and Celty * This is Penetration!
“Oh my, Celty! Look, those two are at it again, aha,” Shinra laughed, pointing out the two obvious targets of his current humor. Celty turned her neck to where Shizuo and Izaya seemed to be staring at each other across a vacant street. Her dark smoke puffed in worry as she saw the knife pointed at Shizuo, Izaya’s eyes glinting brighter than the steel itself.
[Should we intervene?] she typed on her PDA, practically shoving it in his face. She almost dismounted her bike, but a hand from Shinra stopped her in her tracks as he shook his head, turning his attention back at them. Shizuo seemed to be talking, but she couldn’t make out what was being said at such a lengthy distance.
“Just watch, my love, and see what these two are capable of. Shizuo will be fine.”
Celty turned her attention back on the two arch enemies, gripping the handles of her bike tightly. She had seen these two go at it before, and she would have worried for Izaya, had she cared at all about his particular well-being, but he probably deserved it anyway. He did coax young girls into committing suicide, after all. She was sure there was nothing out there that he didn’t deserve at this point.. So, she would only move if Shizuo became in danger, she resolved. As they were still across the street, she figured she was fine for the moment.
And then, just as suddenly as they had come into view, Shizuo was hauling out of it, stop sign in hand as he rushed toward Izaya at full speed. The knife thrust forward, the informant being trapped, and the impact was blocked by the angle. Celty would have rushed to intervene, but Shinra blocked the way again.
The two shifted, and Celty could clearly see the knife sinking into Shizuo’s torso. Shizuo didn’t seem fazed, thankfully. Rather, he just seemed slightly irked. Izaya, on the other hand, looked rather irritated and his hand strained with the force of his pushing against the handle.
“Look, look Celty! It’s penetration!”
Celty blanched, fingers tapping restlessly on her PDA. [W-what?!]
“Izaya has penetrated Shizuo, finally! Ah, I thought these two would never make it there. Though, I guessed it would be the other way around.”
Celty hesitated, looked once again back at Shizuo, and then, […is this why you had me watch?]
“Precisely.”
--
Sasuke x Naruto * Letters Abroad
Dear Bastard,
You were supposed to send the first letter, you dick! But I guess you’re too busy moving your things and stuff like that. Sakura-chan got mad at me for leaving my underwear out when they fell from the fan and landed on her head. They were clean, at least! I haven’t forgotten about doing laundry, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’ve been taking care of Gamabunta and Manda, too. I think you must have gotten Manda mixed up, because he’s definitely a girl. Gamabunta’s too enthusiastic about her ignoring him, so she must take after you in that way. She doesn’t like me much.
Make sure you send on this time, and you better use that memo-pad I gave you. If you don’t I’ll spend all of next month’s rent on ramen.
I’ll email you later!
Naruto
Dear Loser,
Don’t call me a bastard. Or a dick. I didn’t send you a letter because I think this idea is stupid when you send me emails twelve times a day, waiting a week to get one letter is annoying, and because I knew you’d eventually send me one anyway. I was hoping you’d forget. I’ll remember to thank Sakura; aren’t you keeping that place clean? If you’re not, I’ll have her come over every day to make sure you are. Manda is definitely male; your dog is just gay, like you. Quit hitting on me, by the way. My manager is getting the wrong idea about me, and it’s starting to creep me out.
No, I won’t use it. And no, you will not.
Quit sending me so many emails,
Sasuke
Dear Sasuke,
If I didn’t, you’d never email me! Sakura-chan comes over every day anyway; she thinks I’m lonely without you here. Yeah right! I’m glad I don’t have to share the stinking place with you anymore. You nag too much, and you steal my ramen when I’m not home! What kind of dirty thief does that?
What?! Gamabunta is not gay! Animals can’t be gay, anyway. And it’s you that’s gay, which is why that creepy Orochimaru guy is hitting on you, not me.
Still not gay,
Naruto
Dear Faggot,
I only steal your ramen when you don’t buy anything else to eat. And you steal my clothes all the time, anyway.
You are gay. You sneak into my bed and spoon with me at night.
Sasuke
Dear Asshole,
I sleepwalk! It’s involuntary. And what if I am gay? Do you have a ~crush~ on me, Sasuke? Maybe that’s why you’re being so persistent. Someone’s a little hopeful, right?
Naruto
Dear Naruto,
I could care less if you’re gay or not.
Sasuke
Dear Sasuke,
You’re ignoring my emails! I don’t care if you’re gay either, just don’t ignore me, you prick.
Naruto
Dear Naruto,
I’m not admitting I’m gay for you.
Sasuke
Dear Sasuke,
I’m not admitting it either.
Can you pick up some foreign ramen on your way back?
Naruto
Dear Naruto,
Sure. See you when I get there.
Sasuke
--
Sasuke x Hinata * Red Valentine
Sasuke had never been one to particularly notice the female populous. He viewed them as he viewed everyone else, which didn’t imply anything good or noteworthy. When he needed to, he acknowledged them like anyone else, he nodded his acknowledgement when he needed to and he accepted offerings when they were given and he couldn’t get out of accepting them, eventually throwing them away out of his own paranoia and dislike for sweets.
It was Valentine’s Day, and everyone was expected to receive and give gifts. Predictably, he was less than enthusiastic about the entire charade. Unless they were kunai or other miscellaneous items he may need, he didn’t want them, and since this was an elementary school activity, he doubted they would be getting any weapons, despite being shinobi in training.
“S-Sasuke-kun… I got you this. Please, accept it!” a girl with long brown hair presented him with a neatly wrapped gift. He assumed it was chocolate, and tried his best not to scowl. It wasn’t that he disliked gifts, he just didn’t like the fact that he was getting sweets of all things. Despite this, he accepted it with a polite bow and turned away, going back to analyzing the notes on the board.
Everyone else was scurrying around, exchanging gifts jovially. From the corner of his eye he saw Naruto attempting to get Sakura to accept his gift, but she looked dissatisfied with his offering, Ino behind her snickering about it. Sakura had already given him a gift, and it bothered Sasuke that Naruto was trying so earnestly when obviously she wanted nothing to do with him. He supposed it was like his own predicament, but he was never rude to any of the girls that gave him gifts.
The end of the gift-exchange was drawing near, and Sasuke reached for his bag to prepare to head home.
“…kun?”
“Mm?” Sasuke straightened from leaning over his desk to grab a dropped pencil. Beside him was a pale girl with short hair, dull eyes that betrayed her of her Hyuuga legacy. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what a Hyuuga girl was doing here. It dawned on him that she must be here to exchange gifts, and judging by the basket she held in her hand, he assumed he was right.
“M-my father asked me to… give you this. He s-said to t-thank you… for helping us with Kuru-chan the other day,” she mumbled quietly. Sasuke was used to translating shy girls’ speech, so he had no trouble deciphering what she had said.
“Kuru-chan?” He inquired, not sure what she was talking about.
“The cat…”
“Ah,” he realized “The one I found in the training grounds. Yeah, I remember.”
She held out the basket once more, a cloth covered some suspicious looking lumps cradled in the middle. “This is for you… they’re from my father’s garden.” She smiled and bowed as he took the handle of the basket, and she turned around with a slight trip in her step.
Sasuke watched her leave the classroom before looking at the basket and inspecting it. Upon lifting the cloth and discovering what lay beneath, he tried to hide a smile and his own excitement. His mouth began to water.
Tomatoes…
It was the best Valentine he’d received.