Fic: Christmas Day Massacre (Hiruma/Claire, PG)
More requested drabbles will come, I was just in a bad headspace tonight.
I'm considering dropping rivelata maybe. We'll see. It would be... strange. That place has been my home since late February, and there's so much history there. But I guess it'd be for the best. I'm not in love with the game anymore, and there's a few people who seem to be intent to drive thanatoast and myself out. I don't know if we'll be looking to settle someplace else, but... hmph. It's all rather upsetting no matter which way you turn it.
Music recs will have to come tomorrow when I am coherent.
I think we might have an apartment in NYC secured now, but not entirely certain. Fingers crossed!
Strudelweiss stedelweiss, on the other hand, has been doing surprisingly well lately. There's... some weird crack ships happening because of the kink meme going on (which has actually been really fun), and it's all sort of really epic.
On another note, things likerp_anon_meme make me want to dropkick kittens okay.
Heroes was awesomeeeeeeeeeee. As alwaysssssssssssss.
Oh and I was operated on my face today. Yay testing for cancer that doesn't exist will post after pictures when I find that fucking camera charger that thanatoast apparently does not have. :[
Sylar is an awesome father and gdit I want thanatoast to RP him. /subtlesubtle
Pomegranates are delicious, but odd.
Also, I hate College Admissions Offices and how they love to make shit Difficult.
Knitting with four needles at once is fucking FUN.
I think that's all for now o_o; TIME FOR CHEER-UP FIC, because thanatoast and I both had a lame evening for obvious reasons.
Title: Christmas Day Massacre
Rating: PG for "adult concepts" in section one ROFL
Characters: Hiruma/Claire & spawn
Fandom: Heroes/Eyeshield 21 Crossoverrr
Word Count: 1,952
Warnings: Uh, no.
Summary: HIRUMA FAMILY VACATION @ PETRELLI MANSION FOR CHRISTMAS PARTY 8D
Disclaimer: Not mine! Should it come to this, this is AU and all characters involved in sexual relations in this story are 18 or older.
Author's Notes: This is, as always, for thanatoast, my light at the end of my tunnel, the only one that will always be able to make things All Right ♥ Besides, who else is going to read it anyway XD;
Tai was familiar with these sorts of confrontations. Him and Ken both huddled behind the couch, they were both convinced there was no chance anyone could possibly see them spy on mommy and daddy.
"No," they heard daddy say, staring blankly at some card.
She didn't even have to say anything, just stared back at him, arms crossed in front of her chest.
"He's going to lose this one," Tai whispered over to his brother.
"I think he knows that."
"Youichi," Claire finally said, followed by a grave sigh. "You know, she won't--"
"Fine," he growled in return, closely followed by the twins high-fiveing each other.
Mom and dad hardly ever fought, and when they did, it was over with quickly. Really, it was a miracle, but it just seemed to work out somehow-- they were both so thick-headed that when anything did manage to come up, one of them gave in relatively quickly, conceding the fight.
It seemed to work fairly well for them. Only if something seriously upsetting happened did the house seem to fall into a gloomy stupor, mainly because mommy and daddy couldn't cheer each other up right away.
But then again, as mommy said, things didn't always need to be fixed right away.
"But you're packing for me, fucking woman!" Youichi called back to Claire behind him as he climbed the stairs, closely followed by her running after him and jumping onto his back. "Let's go pack, then~!"
They always managed to ignore how much longer than necessary packing seemed to take, the gun on the door, and the awkward creaks from upstairs.
Good for them.
~*~
"I cannot believe you talked me into this," Youichi growled, shooting his wife dark looks as she helped Sam try to digest airplane food.
At least it was first class.
"Hey, it's not like she would have let us get out of it, you know. Besides, we'll be home in time for Christmas. So the kids will finally be able to meet their relatives, which is only fair, as they'll never meet anyone from your side of the family, ever."
The placid tone she used didn't deceive either Tai or Ken, who were sitting one row over, taking turns on who got to sit by the window.
"I wanna see grandpa!" Sam said, grinning wide at her dad, who promptly made a face.
"No, you really don't. Che. He's terrifying."
That comment earned him a shove in the ribs from Claire's elbow.
"Will he even be there?" he asked, sounding rather as if there was a bit of a pout in his voice.
"Of course he'll be there."
There was another high-five from the twins as Youichi made a dismissive sort of sound and shoved another piece of gum into his mouth.
~*~
"There you are! You're late! Come on in, the house is all decked out and everyone was waiting on you as it was," Angela said, ushering them into the Petrelli mansion, already mingling with activity and people left and right, each one fancier, richer, more important, than the rest, Sam on Claire's arm, both in formal dresses, both all three boys wearing suits they'd really rather not been wearing.
Of course she wouldn't be greeting them like a real, normal grandmother should, that would be expecting too much from Angela, and as Claire gritted her teeth, she felt Youichi's hand reach out to hers just to squeeze for a moment before the family entered the kitchen, the seeming hubbub of activity for the party, Angela and the center of it all.
Huge, of course, the hustle and bustle of it all and one too many people around. One too many illegitimate children, one too many family connections to make for a massive Christmas party to easily become the hottest event in New York City this particular winter solstice night.
"Claire-Bear!" she suddenly heard from behind, and she wondered if she'd ever heard a sweeter sound.
Letting Sam down for a moment, she pulled her dad into a tight hug, grinning brightly.
Lucky for Youichi (maybe), he spoke both Japanese and English fluently, keeping Youichi effectively from cheating his way out of this encounter. Not that he should have minded in the first place, but still.
"It's so good to see you again! And... him too!" he added on, somehow managing to make it sound like a non-sequitur. "And I haven't even gotten to look at my boys in so long! Or the little princess! You've grown so much!"
"You should visit more!" Claire said, grinning wide, leading to another sharp jab in the ribs, this time from her darling husband to her, with love, as if to say don't encourage him.
"Hey, don't forget about me!" Peter called over, crouching down only to have Tai and Ken rush over to crowd around him, Sam now safely in grandpa's arms.
"Uncle Peter, can you show us that one trick again where you freeze time?!" Ken rattled off excitedly, only to be interrupted by Tai-- "Or maybe we can just freeze stuff!"
"Grandpa, did you bring me a present?!" Sam asked brightly, eyes shining up at him as he grinned.
"Honestly, Sam! Don't let her do that, or she'll control you. We know how she works by now," Claire went on, waggling a finger in the air. Damn pheromone manipulation. She was going to have the whole world wrapped around her little fingers, and Youichi would probably lose his sanity over his daughter, men's lady.
"Hey, can we prank grandpa Nathan?!" Tai suddenly shot out, and Claire was about to protest again when Youichi came up behind her to wrap two arms around her, just holding on.
That was... rare. Especially in public. But then again, this was her misery domain.
It really did mean a lot.
"Just... let them do whatever they're doing, fucking wife. This is a fucking vacation, so you better be fucking enjoying yourself!" Then, as an afterthought, "do we really have to stay here?"
"Yes!" Claire returned when her mother suddenly turned the corner.
"Claire! Hiruma! It's so good to see you two and the kids," Sandra came, wrapping her daughter in a tight hug before following it up with one for Youichi.
Not the... best of ideas.
"How are things?"
"Who... else is here?" Claire asked, avoiding the question. She... really didn't want to get into her husband's demon-state. Really. Thank god tails and wings both were capable of being hidden completely on the kids, or they'd have some explaining to do.
"Oh, everyone of course, it's the Petrellis. Anyway, if you're looking for Lyle, he's in one of the game rooms, playing some video game."
Claire nodded vaguely for a moment, just before Youichi walked away, and she found it an ideal moment to excuse herself and follow on after, coming to stand by him at the window.
"It's snowing," he said simply, and Claire looked outside with him.
"Yes."
It really was all rather beautiful, and Claire shivered for a moment before deciding it was the ideal time to get them both some hot chocolate before finding a spot on the couch not yet taken to curl up on with a blanket while the kids played.
~*~
"Mommy, mommy, look at what grandpa got me!!!" Sam ran into their bedroom, holding up a beautiful, ornate music box the next morning. "Do we really have to leave tomorrow already?!"
"Do you want to be home for Christmas or not?!" Youichi growled, sitting up somewhat grumpily in bed, making Claire roll her eyes. "I'm sorry, honey. Grandpa can always visit us, you know."
"Yeahhh, I guess. But it's not the same."
"I got there first!" Ken's voice sounded out from in the hallway, roughhousing more than evident.
"Che. Whatever!" Tai shot back
"What's going on now," Claire groaned. "Oh god-- Tai, come here, your tail-- I need to fix something!"
"NO!!"
Youichi's groan was next. "I fucking hate America."
~*~
The problem with family functions was always that they were awkward, and stuffy, and sitting around a room exchanging gifts with family members and loved ones had never been her idea of a good time, at least not in such extreme numbers, outside of her immediate family. It was simply awkward and weird, and by 3pm that afternoon, Claire was ready to go home herself.
"Who is this one for?!" Sam asked, rattling a small golden box, having been put in charge of handing out all the presents.
"Oh, give me that one," Youichi simply declared, snatching it back before placing it in his pocket, blankly staring back at his daughter to continue.
When she did so on the other side of the room, Angela turned to the young couple.
"So will there be a fourth one on the way soon? You've gotten very lucky with your looks, Claire, but the body is not always mentally so young."
"I don't... we're really quite hap--"
If anyone could tell how badly Claire was grinding her teeth from irritation, it was Youichi right now.
"She's not you, Angela," he simply said, putting an arm around his wife, for which she was more than grateful for the moment.
~*~
When they left it was almost too bittersweet for the kids. Claire didn't want to leave her dad alone, or Peter and Adam, but the rest of them didn't matter all too much, and those goodbyes were quick and painless.
Youichi seemed more than happy to be out of Noah's line of sight, however, the second they'd gotten into the cab headed for the airport with the kids.
"Are we going to be back in time for Santa?" Sam asked, eyes big and wide and hopeful.
"Kekeke, I'll shoot the pilot and fly the plane myself if I have to, damn princess."
~*~
They almost weren't back in time for Santa.
Too many delays, layovers, switches, cancellations, weather issues-- and then Ken developed a serious stomach flu on the Trans-Pacific flight.
It was always Ken who ended up with the worst sicknesses, all the time.
By the time they reached home on the evening of the 24th, it was almost midnight, and together the two of them carried in three sleeping kids, Youichi tucking the boys into bed while Claire took care of Sammy.
All asleep, Claire found herself at the point of exhaustion, sleepiness getting the better of her.
He didn't let her stumble into bed yet, though.
Pulling her aside, they climbed up on top of the roof together, overlooking Deimon and the Greater Tokyo Area.
It was snowing.
"Merry Christmas, darling," he whispered, pulling a small golden box out of his pocket with a trademark smile.
"What did you--"
Claire knew he was bad at giving gifts. It was just a sort of rule that went alongside being involved with Youichi. But when she lifted the top of the box, her eyes went wide, and she shook her head.
"This looks exactly like--"
"The one that I got you on our monthaversary. Kekeke, I know."
He'd also known how upset she'd been when she'd ended up empty-handed and without her necklace upon return to New York's pavement.
But most importantly, he'd remembered.
"I love you so much," she whispered through a haze of tears, and, helping her put it on, he kissed her before taking her hand and returning to their bedroom.
"As for Angela," he added, slipping into bed beside her, "you'll always be mentally twelve to me. You wanna know how I know? Because otherwise you would never be able to keep up with me."
She had to admit, he had a valid point there.
And tomorrow they'd prepare for the Christmas Day Massacre.
I'm considering dropping rivelata maybe. We'll see. It would be... strange. That place has been my home since late February, and there's so much history there. But I guess it'd be for the best. I'm not in love with the game anymore, and there's a few people who seem to be intent to drive thanatoast and myself out. I don't know if we'll be looking to settle someplace else, but... hmph. It's all rather upsetting no matter which way you turn it.
Music recs will have to come tomorrow when I am coherent.
I think we might have an apartment in NYC secured now, but not entirely certain. Fingers crossed!
Strudelweiss stedelweiss, on the other hand, has been doing surprisingly well lately. There's... some weird crack ships happening because of the kink meme going on (which has actually been really fun), and it's all sort of really epic.
On another note, things likerp_anon_meme make me want to dropkick kittens okay.
Heroes was awesomeeeeeeeeeee. As alwaysssssssssssss.
Oh and I was operated on my face today. Yay testing for cancer that doesn't exist will post after pictures when I find that fucking camera charger that thanatoast apparently does not have. :[
Sylar is an awesome father and gdit I want thanatoast to RP him. /subtlesubtle
Pomegranates are delicious, but odd.
Also, I hate College Admissions Offices and how they love to make shit Difficult.
Knitting with four needles at once is fucking FUN.
I think that's all for now o_o; TIME FOR CHEER-UP FIC, because thanatoast and I both had a lame evening for obvious reasons.
Title: Christmas Day Massacre
Rating: PG for "adult concepts" in section one ROFL
Characters: Hiruma/Claire & spawn
Fandom: Heroes/Eyeshield 21 Crossoverrr
Word Count: 1,952
Warnings: Uh, no.
Summary: HIRUMA FAMILY VACATION @ PETRELLI MANSION FOR CHRISTMAS PARTY 8D
Disclaimer: Not mine! Should it come to this, this is AU and all characters involved in sexual relations in this story are 18 or older.
Author's Notes: This is, as always, for thanatoast, my light at the end of my tunnel, the only one that will always be able to make things All Right ♥ Besides, who else is going to read it anyway XD;
Tai was familiar with these sorts of confrontations. Him and Ken both huddled behind the couch, they were both convinced there was no chance anyone could possibly see them spy on mommy and daddy.
"No," they heard daddy say, staring blankly at some card.
She didn't even have to say anything, just stared back at him, arms crossed in front of her chest.
"He's going to lose this one," Tai whispered over to his brother.
"I think he knows that."
"Youichi," Claire finally said, followed by a grave sigh. "You know, she won't--"
"Fine," he growled in return, closely followed by the twins high-fiveing each other.
Mom and dad hardly ever fought, and when they did, it was over with quickly. Really, it was a miracle, but it just seemed to work out somehow-- they were both so thick-headed that when anything did manage to come up, one of them gave in relatively quickly, conceding the fight.
It seemed to work fairly well for them. Only if something seriously upsetting happened did the house seem to fall into a gloomy stupor, mainly because mommy and daddy couldn't cheer each other up right away.
But then again, as mommy said, things didn't always need to be fixed right away.
"But you're packing for me, fucking woman!" Youichi called back to Claire behind him as he climbed the stairs, closely followed by her running after him and jumping onto his back. "Let's go pack, then~!"
They always managed to ignore how much longer than necessary packing seemed to take, the gun on the door, and the awkward creaks from upstairs.
Good for them.
~*~
"I cannot believe you talked me into this," Youichi growled, shooting his wife dark looks as she helped Sam try to digest airplane food.
At least it was first class.
"Hey, it's not like she would have let us get out of it, you know. Besides, we'll be home in time for Christmas. So the kids will finally be able to meet their relatives, which is only fair, as they'll never meet anyone from your side of the family, ever."
The placid tone she used didn't deceive either Tai or Ken, who were sitting one row over, taking turns on who got to sit by the window.
"I wanna see grandpa!" Sam said, grinning wide at her dad, who promptly made a face.
"No, you really don't. Che. He's terrifying."
That comment earned him a shove in the ribs from Claire's elbow.
"Will he even be there?" he asked, sounding rather as if there was a bit of a pout in his voice.
"Of course he'll be there."
There was another high-five from the twins as Youichi made a dismissive sort of sound and shoved another piece of gum into his mouth.
~*~
"There you are! You're late! Come on in, the house is all decked out and everyone was waiting on you as it was," Angela said, ushering them into the Petrelli mansion, already mingling with activity and people left and right, each one fancier, richer, more important, than the rest, Sam on Claire's arm, both in formal dresses, both all three boys wearing suits they'd really rather not been wearing.
Of course she wouldn't be greeting them like a real, normal grandmother should, that would be expecting too much from Angela, and as Claire gritted her teeth, she felt Youichi's hand reach out to hers just to squeeze for a moment before the family entered the kitchen, the seeming hubbub of activity for the party, Angela and the center of it all.
Huge, of course, the hustle and bustle of it all and one too many people around. One too many illegitimate children, one too many family connections to make for a massive Christmas party to easily become the hottest event in New York City this particular winter solstice night.
"Claire-Bear!" she suddenly heard from behind, and she wondered if she'd ever heard a sweeter sound.
Letting Sam down for a moment, she pulled her dad into a tight hug, grinning brightly.
Lucky for Youichi (maybe), he spoke both Japanese and English fluently, keeping Youichi effectively from cheating his way out of this encounter. Not that he should have minded in the first place, but still.
"It's so good to see you again! And... him too!" he added on, somehow managing to make it sound like a non-sequitur. "And I haven't even gotten to look at my boys in so long! Or the little princess! You've grown so much!"
"You should visit more!" Claire said, grinning wide, leading to another sharp jab in the ribs, this time from her darling husband to her, with love, as if to say don't encourage him.
"Hey, don't forget about me!" Peter called over, crouching down only to have Tai and Ken rush over to crowd around him, Sam now safely in grandpa's arms.
"Uncle Peter, can you show us that one trick again where you freeze time?!" Ken rattled off excitedly, only to be interrupted by Tai-- "Or maybe we can just freeze stuff!"
"Grandpa, did you bring me a present?!" Sam asked brightly, eyes shining up at him as he grinned.
"Honestly, Sam! Don't let her do that, or she'll control you. We know how she works by now," Claire went on, waggling a finger in the air. Damn pheromone manipulation. She was going to have the whole world wrapped around her little fingers, and Youichi would probably lose his sanity over his daughter, men's lady.
"Hey, can we prank grandpa Nathan?!" Tai suddenly shot out, and Claire was about to protest again when Youichi came up behind her to wrap two arms around her, just holding on.
That was... rare. Especially in public. But then again, this was her misery domain.
It really did mean a lot.
"Just... let them do whatever they're doing, fucking wife. This is a fucking vacation, so you better be fucking enjoying yourself!" Then, as an afterthought, "do we really have to stay here?"
"Yes!" Claire returned when her mother suddenly turned the corner.
"Claire! Hiruma! It's so good to see you two and the kids," Sandra came, wrapping her daughter in a tight hug before following it up with one for Youichi.
Not the... best of ideas.
"How are things?"
"Who... else is here?" Claire asked, avoiding the question. She... really didn't want to get into her husband's demon-state. Really. Thank god tails and wings both were capable of being hidden completely on the kids, or they'd have some explaining to do.
"Oh, everyone of course, it's the Petrellis. Anyway, if you're looking for Lyle, he's in one of the game rooms, playing some video game."
Claire nodded vaguely for a moment, just before Youichi walked away, and she found it an ideal moment to excuse herself and follow on after, coming to stand by him at the window.
"It's snowing," he said simply, and Claire looked outside with him.
"Yes."
It really was all rather beautiful, and Claire shivered for a moment before deciding it was the ideal time to get them both some hot chocolate before finding a spot on the couch not yet taken to curl up on with a blanket while the kids played.
~*~
"Mommy, mommy, look at what grandpa got me!!!" Sam ran into their bedroom, holding up a beautiful, ornate music box the next morning. "Do we really have to leave tomorrow already?!"
"Do you want to be home for Christmas or not?!" Youichi growled, sitting up somewhat grumpily in bed, making Claire roll her eyes. "I'm sorry, honey. Grandpa can always visit us, you know."
"Yeahhh, I guess. But it's not the same."
"I got there first!" Ken's voice sounded out from in the hallway, roughhousing more than evident.
"Che. Whatever!" Tai shot back
"What's going on now," Claire groaned. "Oh god-- Tai, come here, your tail-- I need to fix something!"
"NO!!"
Youichi's groan was next. "I fucking hate America."
~*~
The problem with family functions was always that they were awkward, and stuffy, and sitting around a room exchanging gifts with family members and loved ones had never been her idea of a good time, at least not in such extreme numbers, outside of her immediate family. It was simply awkward and weird, and by 3pm that afternoon, Claire was ready to go home herself.
"Who is this one for?!" Sam asked, rattling a small golden box, having been put in charge of handing out all the presents.
"Oh, give me that one," Youichi simply declared, snatching it back before placing it in his pocket, blankly staring back at his daughter to continue.
When she did so on the other side of the room, Angela turned to the young couple.
"So will there be a fourth one on the way soon? You've gotten very lucky with your looks, Claire, but the body is not always mentally so young."
"I don't... we're really quite hap--"
If anyone could tell how badly Claire was grinding her teeth from irritation, it was Youichi right now.
"She's not you, Angela," he simply said, putting an arm around his wife, for which she was more than grateful for the moment.
~*~
When they left it was almost too bittersweet for the kids. Claire didn't want to leave her dad alone, or Peter and Adam, but the rest of them didn't matter all too much, and those goodbyes were quick and painless.
Youichi seemed more than happy to be out of Noah's line of sight, however, the second they'd gotten into the cab headed for the airport with the kids.
"Are we going to be back in time for Santa?" Sam asked, eyes big and wide and hopeful.
"Kekeke, I'll shoot the pilot and fly the plane myself if I have to, damn princess."
~*~
They almost weren't back in time for Santa.
Too many delays, layovers, switches, cancellations, weather issues-- and then Ken developed a serious stomach flu on the Trans-Pacific flight.
It was always Ken who ended up with the worst sicknesses, all the time.
By the time they reached home on the evening of the 24th, it was almost midnight, and together the two of them carried in three sleeping kids, Youichi tucking the boys into bed while Claire took care of Sammy.
All asleep, Claire found herself at the point of exhaustion, sleepiness getting the better of her.
He didn't let her stumble into bed yet, though.
Pulling her aside, they climbed up on top of the roof together, overlooking Deimon and the Greater Tokyo Area.
It was snowing.
"Merry Christmas, darling," he whispered, pulling a small golden box out of his pocket with a trademark smile.
"What did you--"
Claire knew he was bad at giving gifts. It was just a sort of rule that went alongside being involved with Youichi. But when she lifted the top of the box, her eyes went wide, and she shook her head.
"This looks exactly like--"
"The one that I got you on our monthaversary. Kekeke, I know."
He'd also known how upset she'd been when she'd ended up empty-handed and without her necklace upon return to New York's pavement.
But most importantly, he'd remembered.
"I love you so much," she whispered through a haze of tears, and, helping her put it on, he kissed her before taking her hand and returning to their bedroom.
"As for Angela," he added, slipping into bed beside her, "you'll always be mentally twelve to me. You wanna know how I know? Because otherwise you would never be able to keep up with me."
She had to admit, he had a valid point there.
And tomorrow they'd prepare for the Christmas Day Massacre.