[Petshop of Horrors] Drabble spam
Fandom: Petshop of Horrors
Title: Never Seemed
Rating: G
Word Count: 186
Characters: Chris, Leon, D, mentions of Leon's aunt and uncle, and New!D
Notes: Finally, something post worthy. (The rest of the PSoH stuff that I'd consider posting is waiting the approval of my Flist. *_*) Written for fanfic100's challenge "Parents."
[Originally posted 31/8/06 on psohdrabble]
Leon never seemed happy on the rare occasions he visited. Every time Chris spoke to Sandy - or rather, whenever he crowed “Mom!” at the top of his voice - Leon winced and headed outside for a smoke. He spent most of his visits that way, sat on the porch with a cigarette and a beer.
Chris never seemed sure what to call his aunt and uncle after Sam told him about his mom. Even in his own mind, he kept thinking of them as his parents. He always had to think before he mentioned them to Leon - if he called them his mom and dad, Leon always looked furious, then sad, then dropped him off at the Count’s.
D never seemed comfortable around the youngest member of his family. At times, he would be an almost normal child, one that idolised and mimicked his Da Geh. But then - for a few seconds - it would be his father staring at him from those wide violet eyes, twisting the child’s face into an unholy grin, all the more disturbing for the affection it held.
Title: Diamonds Are Forever
Author: Susan
Word Count: 197
Rating: G
Characters: Leon, Jill, Phil
Notes: I come up with the STUPIDEST things when I can't actually see what I'm writing. And when I'm in the middle of a boring-yet-somehow-fascinating Psychology lesson. Also; there needs to be more Jill fic out there, and I can never resist the opportunity to upset Leon.
[Originally posted 2/10/06 at psohdrabble]
It was the diamond that got Leon’s attention - or at least the sparkle on Jill’s third finger.
He caught her hand as she walked past, turning in his chair and holding her hand up to his face and raising an eyebrow. He was no expert, but even he could tell it was quality - a diamond in a delicate gold band.
Jill was blushing slightly, but managed to glare at him over her glasses and inform him “Before you ask, no it’s not what you think. It was just a present.”
“Pretty fancy for ‘just a present.’”
Jill’s colour rose a little more. “Not all men are as cheap as y-”
Phil walked in, shouting something back over his shoulder, something that died as he turned and looked at the tableau before him. Leon twisted around in his office chair, holding Jill’s hand, and both of them looking at the damn ring, Jill blushing like a new bride.
Phil dropped his coffee. Muttered “Jesus Christ.” Bolted down the corridor. Failed miserably to muffle his laughter.
Jill and Leon looked at each other, then chased after him.
“Phil!”
“Dammit, you asshole, it wasn’t what it looked like!”
Title: Eat Your Heart Out
Word Count: 276
Rating: G-ish? Vague mentions of T-chan's Wong days, and if you don't know what happened to Wong...
Characters: T-chan, Chris, Pon-chan, Q-chan
Notes: Response to two challenges at once! *preens* The "Toutetsu" challenge, and and fanfic100's challenge "heart." Yes, I am unimaginative. Yes, the first thing I thought of when I saw "Heart" was Wong. Yes, I am in no way a romantic. Also: I KNOW the middle doesn't really fit with the rest of it. I don't care anymore! [/dramatic]
[Originally posted 4/10/06 at psohdrabble]
“Hey, T-chan?” Chris was sat on a worktop, at a safe distance but still close enough to pass the toutesu things.
“Yeah?” Today, he was making cakes for the Count, all chocolate and cream swirls, dotted with strawberries. Q-chan had been trying to sneak pieces until T-chan smacked him with a spatula. The babbit had gone off to fuss over D - or at least to complain about how maltreated he was. Now the only one T-chan had to worry about was Pon-chan; the raccoon was eyeing up the bowl of melted chocolate.
“What’s the weirdest thing you ever ate?”
“The weirdest -?”
T-chan was a man-eating toutetsu. Weird could be used to describe his entire diet, as Chris’ big brother knew. Unborn children, teenage runaways, anything with enough meat on its bones... None of it seemed weird to him, but...
The one thing that ranked as unusual, even to him? A once-in-a-lifetime taste. Literally.
His own heart.
There wasn’t any way he could describe it. He’s eaten other people’s hearts before, sure, but his own? Technically, it should have been the same - apart from the fact that his body had died mid-bite, of course. A heart was a heart was a heart. But... It had been his. It had been...
There wasn’t any way in hell he could say any of that to the kid, let alone would.
Pon-chan had taken advantage of his distraction and stolen the bowl of chocolate. T-chan glared at her, raising the spatula that had vanquished Q-chan.
Chris didn’t get the significance of “A fat racoon dipped in chocolate,” but laughed at him chasing Pon-chan round the kitchen anyway.
Title: Orange
Word Count: 274
Rating: G
Characters: Honlon (The dragon/triplets?), mentions of Chris
Notes: I can't actually remember the last time I wrote for PSoH, so I apologise for the quality? I was getting desperate for a response to Orange for fanfic100, and this is what my brain offered me.
[Originally posted 25/10/06 at psohdrabble]
“It’s orange.” Kanan observed once Chris had gone.
Shuko sighed. “He did explain why, Kanan.”
“Because he used all the yellow on a picture of that racoon of his, I know. But orange!”
“I like it,” Junrei said. “I think it’s sweet.”
“Did I say I didn’t like it?” Kana demanded, yanking on their hair. “I was just saying that it was orange!”
Shuko smoothed one small hand over the wax crayon drawing, smiling softly. It was a picture of the three of them - separate, as they could only dream of being. Kanan looked angry, waving her arms around. Junrei looked like she was crying. Shuko herself was between them, smiling a crooked red wax smile.
And yes, their robes were orange instead of gold.
“You meant it when you said he was going to leave, didn’t you?” Junrei asked finally.
Shuko nodded.
“We could keep him. He’s our master. We could keep him with our treasures.” Kanan sounded desperate, pleading, resigned.
“No we can’t. He needs to go back to his own kind.” It was Shuko who stared sadly at the picture, smoothing it and tracing the lines with her fingers, and Junrei who crossed the room and carefully pinned the drawing to a wall, using a pair of pins that were undoubtedly not meant to be stuck in walls (She was only a child after all. What child worried about things like that?)
“We’re keeping this, though.” Junrei sounded tearful but satisfied.
Kanan nods, looking close to tearful herself, but can still find it within herself for a sharp “Well, we need something to remind us to wear more orange, don‘t we?”
Title: Never Seemed
Rating: G
Word Count: 186
Characters: Chris, Leon, D, mentions of Leon's aunt and uncle, and New!D
Notes: Finally, something post worthy. (The rest of the PSoH stuff that I'd consider posting is waiting the approval of my Flist. *_*) Written for fanfic100's challenge "Parents."
[Originally posted 31/8/06 on psohdrabble]
Leon never seemed happy on the rare occasions he visited. Every time Chris spoke to Sandy - or rather, whenever he crowed “Mom!” at the top of his voice - Leon winced and headed outside for a smoke. He spent most of his visits that way, sat on the porch with a cigarette and a beer.
Chris never seemed sure what to call his aunt and uncle after Sam told him about his mom. Even in his own mind, he kept thinking of them as his parents. He always had to think before he mentioned them to Leon - if he called them his mom and dad, Leon always looked furious, then sad, then dropped him off at the Count’s.
D never seemed comfortable around the youngest member of his family. At times, he would be an almost normal child, one that idolised and mimicked his Da Geh. But then - for a few seconds - it would be his father staring at him from those wide violet eyes, twisting the child’s face into an unholy grin, all the more disturbing for the affection it held.
Title: Diamonds Are Forever
Author: Susan
Word Count: 197
Rating: G
Characters: Leon, Jill, Phil
Notes: I come up with the STUPIDEST things when I can't actually see what I'm writing. And when I'm in the middle of a boring-yet-somehow-fascinating Psychology lesson. Also; there needs to be more Jill fic out there, and I can never resist the opportunity to upset Leon.
[Originally posted 2/10/06 at psohdrabble]
It was the diamond that got Leon’s attention - or at least the sparkle on Jill’s third finger.
He caught her hand as she walked past, turning in his chair and holding her hand up to his face and raising an eyebrow. He was no expert, but even he could tell it was quality - a diamond in a delicate gold band.
Jill was blushing slightly, but managed to glare at him over her glasses and inform him “Before you ask, no it’s not what you think. It was just a present.”
“Pretty fancy for ‘just a present.’”
Jill’s colour rose a little more. “Not all men are as cheap as y-”
Phil walked in, shouting something back over his shoulder, something that died as he turned and looked at the tableau before him. Leon twisted around in his office chair, holding Jill’s hand, and both of them looking at the damn ring, Jill blushing like a new bride.
Phil dropped his coffee. Muttered “Jesus Christ.” Bolted down the corridor. Failed miserably to muffle his laughter.
Jill and Leon looked at each other, then chased after him.
“Phil!”
“Dammit, you asshole, it wasn’t what it looked like!”
Title: Eat Your Heart Out
Word Count: 276
Rating: G-ish? Vague mentions of T-chan's Wong days, and if you don't know what happened to Wong...
Characters: T-chan, Chris, Pon-chan, Q-chan
Notes: Response to two challenges at once! *preens* The "Toutetsu" challenge, and and fanfic100's challenge "heart." Yes, I am unimaginative. Yes, the first thing I thought of when I saw "Heart" was Wong. Yes, I am in no way a romantic. Also: I KNOW the middle doesn't really fit with the rest of it. I don't care anymore! [/dramatic]
[Originally posted 4/10/06 at psohdrabble]
“Hey, T-chan?” Chris was sat on a worktop, at a safe distance but still close enough to pass the toutesu things.
“Yeah?” Today, he was making cakes for the Count, all chocolate and cream swirls, dotted with strawberries. Q-chan had been trying to sneak pieces until T-chan smacked him with a spatula. The babbit had gone off to fuss over D - or at least to complain about how maltreated he was. Now the only one T-chan had to worry about was Pon-chan; the raccoon was eyeing up the bowl of melted chocolate.
“What’s the weirdest thing you ever ate?”
“The weirdest -?”
T-chan was a man-eating toutetsu. Weird could be used to describe his entire diet, as Chris’ big brother knew. Unborn children, teenage runaways, anything with enough meat on its bones... None of it seemed weird to him, but...
The one thing that ranked as unusual, even to him? A once-in-a-lifetime taste. Literally.
His own heart.
There wasn’t any way he could describe it. He’s eaten other people’s hearts before, sure, but his own? Technically, it should have been the same - apart from the fact that his body had died mid-bite, of course. A heart was a heart was a heart. But... It had been his. It had been...
There wasn’t any way in hell he could say any of that to the kid, let alone would.
Pon-chan had taken advantage of his distraction and stolen the bowl of chocolate. T-chan glared at her, raising the spatula that had vanquished Q-chan.
Chris didn’t get the significance of “A fat racoon dipped in chocolate,” but laughed at him chasing Pon-chan round the kitchen anyway.
Title: Orange
Word Count: 274
Rating: G
Characters: Honlon (The dragon/triplets?), mentions of Chris
Notes: I can't actually remember the last time I wrote for PSoH, so I apologise for the quality? I was getting desperate for a response to Orange for fanfic100, and this is what my brain offered me.
[Originally posted 25/10/06 at psohdrabble]
“It’s orange.” Kanan observed once Chris had gone.
Shuko sighed. “He did explain why, Kanan.”
“Because he used all the yellow on a picture of that racoon of his, I know. But orange!”
“I like it,” Junrei said. “I think it’s sweet.”
“Did I say I didn’t like it?” Kana demanded, yanking on their hair. “I was just saying that it was orange!”
Shuko smoothed one small hand over the wax crayon drawing, smiling softly. It was a picture of the three of them - separate, as they could only dream of being. Kanan looked angry, waving her arms around. Junrei looked like she was crying. Shuko herself was between them, smiling a crooked red wax smile.
And yes, their robes were orange instead of gold.
“You meant it when you said he was going to leave, didn’t you?” Junrei asked finally.
Shuko nodded.
“We could keep him. He’s our master. We could keep him with our treasures.” Kanan sounded desperate, pleading, resigned.
“No we can’t. He needs to go back to his own kind.” It was Shuko who stared sadly at the picture, smoothing it and tracing the lines with her fingers, and Junrei who crossed the room and carefully pinned the drawing to a wall, using a pair of pins that were undoubtedly not meant to be stuck in walls (She was only a child after all. What child worried about things like that?)
“We’re keeping this, though.” Junrei sounded tearful but satisfied.
Kanan nods, looking close to tearful herself, but can still find it within herself for a sharp “Well, we need something to remind us to wear more orange, don‘t we?”