[Fic/Drabble] 15 Minute Ficlits ^.^ Word #130
I didn't get a whole 15 minutes into this one, had about thirty seconds left and didn't get it done. ;-; I hate having to do this at school, however thats the only place I can.
People can be so nosey. >.> It's really annoying when you have someone reading over your shoulder while you write. And then they read what I'm writing and they think I'm some obsessed
perv...which I am if you look at me in the right light...or any light for that matter. :P Oh well.
This drabble is a fan work of Rurouni Kenshin.
Title: Screaming up a Storm
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Rating: G
Characters: Kenshin, Hiko
Word count = 320
Time: 14 min 30 sec
Movements off to the side of the slender boy caught tilted lavender eyes. Setting down the three foot gardening tool he was using, the man raised a forearm across his face. Clear and salty beads of sweat clung to his heavy clothing.
His violet eyes surveyed the ground around him for the source of the movement. All around the small boy was nothing but brown earth. Earth, that his sensei had told him needed to be fertilized by the days end. Kenshin didn’t know why. It was already the heat of summer and nothing that they would be able to plant would survive the harsh sun that was beating down on the small boy’s flesh.
Scowling at his own restlessness he moved back to his work with violent determination; bring down the metal end of the stick into the ground and pulling it back out again as fast as he could. His mind centered on a small spot of the brown earth below him and he hadn’t noticed the large shadow that was approaching him.
He grumbled at a small weed that didn’t want to be killed and let his mind curse his master for making him do this work. What did it have to do with sword fighting anyway? His mind was so focused that he didn’t see that the shadow had raised a bucket over its head and brought its contents down on his head.
Cool clear water rushed down his back and he screamed, reflexively swinging his stick around to hit the person that had assailed him.
However before he could think, the man behind him brought up a leg and tripped the boy, where he fell, face first into the mud that now lay around him.
With a scream that couldn’t echo out of his mouth due to the amount of mud he had swallowed, the small boy turned and spotted his master. His eyes widened...(A/N- school bell rung right at this moment. Chemistry was next and I can't afford to be late, if I ever want to finish High-School. >_<)
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Not much of an ending...damn...
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People can be so nosey. >.> It's really annoying when you have someone reading over your shoulder while you write. And then they read what I'm writing and they think I'm some obsessed
perv...which I am if you look at me in the right light...or any light for that matter. :P Oh well.
This drabble is a fan work of Rurouni Kenshin.
Title: Screaming up a Storm
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Rating: G
Characters: Kenshin, Hiko
Word count = 320
Time: 14 min 30 sec
Movements off to the side of the slender boy caught tilted lavender eyes. Setting down the three foot gardening tool he was using, the man raised a forearm across his face. Clear and salty beads of sweat clung to his heavy clothing.
His violet eyes surveyed the ground around him for the source of the movement. All around the small boy was nothing but brown earth. Earth, that his sensei had told him needed to be fertilized by the days end. Kenshin didn’t know why. It was already the heat of summer and nothing that they would be able to plant would survive the harsh sun that was beating down on the small boy’s flesh.
Scowling at his own restlessness he moved back to his work with violent determination; bring down the metal end of the stick into the ground and pulling it back out again as fast as he could. His mind centered on a small spot of the brown earth below him and he hadn’t noticed the large shadow that was approaching him.
He grumbled at a small weed that didn’t want to be killed and let his mind curse his master for making him do this work. What did it have to do with sword fighting anyway? His mind was so focused that he didn’t see that the shadow had raised a bucket over its head and brought its contents down on his head.
Cool clear water rushed down his back and he screamed, reflexively swinging his stick around to hit the person that had assailed him.
However before he could think, the man behind him brought up a leg and tripped the boy, where he fell, face first into the mud that now lay around him.
With a scream that couldn’t echo out of his mouth due to the amount of mud he had swallowed, the small boy turned and spotted his master. His eyes widened...(A/N- school bell rung right at this moment. Chemistry was next and I can't afford to be late, if I ever want to finish High-School. >_<)
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Not much of an ending...damn...
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