[Dec 09 Advent] Day 27-28
Title: Camping
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Implied Satoru/You
Band: Cains:Feel
Warnings: None
Summary: Satoru takes You camping.
Notes: Dec 2009 Advent - Day 27
Word Count: 197
You shivered in his sleeping bag. He still could not believe he had let Satoru talk him into this. Camping trip in late fall. What had he been thinking? It was cold, dark, his sleeping bag did not prevent the uncomfortable feeling of the ground, and he was rather sure he had heard a wolf howling not too far away only a few minutes ago. You whimpered and nestled deeper into the sleeping bag, pulling his knees up to his chest, trying to keep warm.
“You-chan...” Satoru muttered sleepily, feeling his friend shift beside him. “Go to sleep.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“It’s cold and uncomfortable and the bears will eat us.”
“There’s no bears here, You-chan.”
“Then we’re going to be attacked my owls.”
Satoru sighed and rolled over, looking at You. “Unzip your sleeping bag.”
“What?”
“Unzip it, and I’ll lay mine out like a mattress, and we can use yours as a blanket. Then you can sleep against me. At least that way you’ll be warmer and if the bears do come, they’ll eat me first because you’re way too skinny.”
You scrambled to do as Satoru suggested, cuddling up happily against his friend.
Title: Parenting Skills
Rating: G
Genre: Humor
Pairing: None
Band: GacktJOB
Warnings: None
Summary: Chacha plays with Mei.
Notes: Dec 2009 Advent - Day 28
Word Count: 174
Chacha sat on the couch in Gackt’s living room, waiting for the singer so he could drive him to the airport. Gackt had promised he would only be a few more minutes. “Hello there, Mei-chan,” Chacha greeted, seeing the fluffy cat walk by. He reached down and picked her off the floor, rubbing her behind the ears. The cat purred loudly, tipping her face up to rub further into the guitarist’s palm.
“Cute kitty,” Chacha commented, batting away her paws which tried to grasp at his hand. She rolled over onto her back and Chacha moved to grab her stomach. As soon as his hand touched her belly, the cat clamped down on the length of his forearm, kicking with her hind legs while biting sharply at his fingers.
Chacha yelped and pulled back his arm, red droplets starting to bead up from his punctured skin. “You’re not very nice!”
“What did you expect?” Gackt asked, walking in. “She’s used to being treated like a princess.”
“I guess that makes you a terrible parent.”
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Implied Satoru/You
Band: Cains:Feel
Warnings: None
Summary: Satoru takes You camping.
Notes: Dec 2009 Advent - Day 27
Word Count: 197
You shivered in his sleeping bag. He still could not believe he had let Satoru talk him into this. Camping trip in late fall. What had he been thinking? It was cold, dark, his sleeping bag did not prevent the uncomfortable feeling of the ground, and he was rather sure he had heard a wolf howling not too far away only a few minutes ago. You whimpered and nestled deeper into the sleeping bag, pulling his knees up to his chest, trying to keep warm.
“You-chan...” Satoru muttered sleepily, feeling his friend shift beside him. “Go to sleep.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“It’s cold and uncomfortable and the bears will eat us.”
“There’s no bears here, You-chan.”
“Then we’re going to be attacked my owls.”
Satoru sighed and rolled over, looking at You. “Unzip your sleeping bag.”
“What?”
“Unzip it, and I’ll lay mine out like a mattress, and we can use yours as a blanket. Then you can sleep against me. At least that way you’ll be warmer and if the bears do come, they’ll eat me first because you’re way too skinny.”
You scrambled to do as Satoru suggested, cuddling up happily against his friend.
Title: Parenting Skills
Rating: G
Genre: Humor
Pairing: None
Band: GacktJOB
Warnings: None
Summary: Chacha plays with Mei.
Notes: Dec 2009 Advent - Day 28
Word Count: 174
Chacha sat on the couch in Gackt’s living room, waiting for the singer so he could drive him to the airport. Gackt had promised he would only be a few more minutes. “Hello there, Mei-chan,” Chacha greeted, seeing the fluffy cat walk by. He reached down and picked her off the floor, rubbing her behind the ears. The cat purred loudly, tipping her face up to rub further into the guitarist’s palm.
“Cute kitty,” Chacha commented, batting away her paws which tried to grasp at his hand. She rolled over onto her back and Chacha moved to grab her stomach. As soon as his hand touched her belly, the cat clamped down on the length of his forearm, kicking with her hind legs while biting sharply at his fingers.
Chacha yelped and pulled back his arm, red droplets starting to bead up from his punctured skin. “You’re not very nice!”
“What did you expect?” Gackt asked, walking in. “She’s used to being treated like a princess.”
“I guess that makes you a terrible parent.”