How To Spot a Drabble
So, Lee is the hardest character I've ever written. It's really hard to think of what he'd do in certain situations and writer's block with him is like a constant thing. But it's so much fun, nonetheless! But, it's interesting... I always thought that Tonks (from Harry Potter) would be the hardest character I would ever have to write, but nope! I found another.
Also, I didn't get into the play that I've been stressing about since last week. Oh well. Yeah, I'm upset, I will admit that... but I'm going to try to be on crew somehow. Either doing lights or stage managing... Maybe. We'll see.
I got this idea for this drabble from a prompt that our teacher gave us. She said, "Write a description, at least half a page, of a single moment that sticks out in your mind from your summer." And, so I did... mine was not about this, obviously, but as I was shifting through my memories of my summer, this popped up of Sasuke being covered in flour and I just thought it was so adorable. I believe the image is from a NejiSasu fanfic called "Death By Chocolate" or something like that.
But, anyway... for some reason, just leaving it fluffy and all happy made it seem incomplete, so I added the ending. -shrugs- Blame it on the RP. As long as Neji and Sasuke are fighting, I don't think I'll be able to make Neji and Sasuke happy together in my drabbles.
Title: Love
Word Count: 782
Prompt: Memories
Genre: General/Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Warning: Yaoi, obviously.
Completed so far: 21/???
He had come home early from the mission. He had been tired and worn out but proud that he and his team had been able to complete the mission three hours ahead of time. Even the Hokage had been surprised, and impressing that old woman was hard to do.
He had heard the sounds of voices before actually hearing the words. They were shouting at each other. One sounded confused, wailing and screeching and whining about like crazy. The other one sounded pissed off and frustrated, growls and curses coming in the same baritone. He recognized both of them before he even saw them: Naruto and Sasuke.
Making his way to the kitchen, he paused mid-step when he heard a loud POP! and silence.
He stepped into the kitchen and stared.
Naruto was standing with his jaw slack as he held a packet of flour that had the top blown out. He was lightly dusted in flour, but it was nothing compared to Sasuke who was standing in front of him and had apparently taken the blunt of the exploding flour.
He was standing there, looking livid and murderous, covered from head to foot in flour. There was almost a perfect ring of flour on the floor at his feet as well, and every time his eyebrow or hand twitched, more flour fell off of him in sheets.
Naruto was the first to notice him. He turned to look at him and then grinned. “Hey, Neji! Sasuke-teme was helping me make Hinata-chan a cake. Wanna help?”
His announcement of his presence caused Sasuke to spin around to look at him, leaving a flour-like image of what his posture had been a moment earlier before it, too, fell to the ground. Then, for one long moment, they stared at each other. Neji half expected Sasuke’s annoyance to grow with his appearance. After all, he was three hours early and had just walked in on probably not exactly the most dignifying of moments. But, instead…
There were white flecks of powder sticking to his eyelashes surrounding his creased eyes. Flour decorated his forehead and was lightly sprinkled across his cheeks and chin. On his lips, slightly moistened and therefore darkened, was more flour that was flaking off. It was caught all in his bangs, clinging like snow to a tree, and it decorated the top of his head where his spikes stood haphazardly. All down the front of his shirt, the flour was caked, making the black cotton almost not distinguishable beneath it all. His shorts were the same, caked and layered, and his knees held an ashen look from the powdery substance. His feet were practically buried under all of the flour, with just the top cuffs of the sandals visible.
And he was smiling.
He was smiling because he was happy to see him, happy that was he was home. And Neji could not help but smile back. The moment probably only lasted three seconds at the most, but it seemed like much longer that they stood there smiling at each other, happy to see each other again after what seemed like so long, but too proud to show it through an undignified scream and hug. Maybe when they were alone, they would hug and kiss, and maybe tell each other how much they missed the other. But with Naruto there, they just smiled.
Then, Sasuke remembered that Naruto was there and his smile turned to a glower, and he turned his glare onto the blond.
“Ah… it was… an accident?” Naruto said, laughing nervously.
And the moment was broken.
CLANG… Clang… clang…
Neji snapped awake. He cursed himself for dozing off-even if it had been only for five minutes at the most considering the positions of the people below-and marked down the changing of guards as the one that had been there for the past five hours disappeared beyond the gate. A moment later, the familiar CLANG was heard as the gate opened again and the replacement guard took his post, letting the gate bounce against its hinges.
He’d been at this for almost five days now. All together, he’d been gone from home for at least three weeks. It was no surprise that he had dozed off considering that he had not slept in fifty-two hours, but he knew he could not afford to do that again. So, popping a soldier pill in his mouth and resituating himself on the tree branch, he told himself to stay focused.
He couldn’t think about Sasuke right now.
He’d save that for when he could actually see him in person. And maybe, just maybe, he’d throw all dignity aside this time.
Also, I didn't get into the play that I've been stressing about since last week. Oh well. Yeah, I'm upset, I will admit that... but I'm going to try to be on crew somehow. Either doing lights or stage managing... Maybe. We'll see.
I got this idea for this drabble from a prompt that our teacher gave us. She said, "Write a description, at least half a page, of a single moment that sticks out in your mind from your summer." And, so I did... mine was not about this, obviously, but as I was shifting through my memories of my summer, this popped up of Sasuke being covered in flour and I just thought it was so adorable. I believe the image is from a NejiSasu fanfic called "Death By Chocolate" or something like that.
But, anyway... for some reason, just leaving it fluffy and all happy made it seem incomplete, so I added the ending. -shrugs- Blame it on the RP. As long as Neji and Sasuke are fighting, I don't think I'll be able to make Neji and Sasuke happy together in my drabbles.
Title: Love
Word Count: 782
Prompt: Memories
Genre: General/Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Warning: Yaoi, obviously.
Completed so far: 21/???
He had come home early from the mission. He had been tired and worn out but proud that he and his team had been able to complete the mission three hours ahead of time. Even the Hokage had been surprised, and impressing that old woman was hard to do.
He had heard the sounds of voices before actually hearing the words. They were shouting at each other. One sounded confused, wailing and screeching and whining about like crazy. The other one sounded pissed off and frustrated, growls and curses coming in the same baritone. He recognized both of them before he even saw them: Naruto and Sasuke.
Making his way to the kitchen, he paused mid-step when he heard a loud POP! and silence.
He stepped into the kitchen and stared.
Naruto was standing with his jaw slack as he held a packet of flour that had the top blown out. He was lightly dusted in flour, but it was nothing compared to Sasuke who was standing in front of him and had apparently taken the blunt of the exploding flour.
He was standing there, looking livid and murderous, covered from head to foot in flour. There was almost a perfect ring of flour on the floor at his feet as well, and every time his eyebrow or hand twitched, more flour fell off of him in sheets.
Naruto was the first to notice him. He turned to look at him and then grinned. “Hey, Neji! Sasuke-teme was helping me make Hinata-chan a cake. Wanna help?”
His announcement of his presence caused Sasuke to spin around to look at him, leaving a flour-like image of what his posture had been a moment earlier before it, too, fell to the ground. Then, for one long moment, they stared at each other. Neji half expected Sasuke’s annoyance to grow with his appearance. After all, he was three hours early and had just walked in on probably not exactly the most dignifying of moments. But, instead…
There were white flecks of powder sticking to his eyelashes surrounding his creased eyes. Flour decorated his forehead and was lightly sprinkled across his cheeks and chin. On his lips, slightly moistened and therefore darkened, was more flour that was flaking off. It was caught all in his bangs, clinging like snow to a tree, and it decorated the top of his head where his spikes stood haphazardly. All down the front of his shirt, the flour was caked, making the black cotton almost not distinguishable beneath it all. His shorts were the same, caked and layered, and his knees held an ashen look from the powdery substance. His feet were practically buried under all of the flour, with just the top cuffs of the sandals visible.
And he was smiling.
He was smiling because he was happy to see him, happy that was he was home. And Neji could not help but smile back. The moment probably only lasted three seconds at the most, but it seemed like much longer that they stood there smiling at each other, happy to see each other again after what seemed like so long, but too proud to show it through an undignified scream and hug. Maybe when they were alone, they would hug and kiss, and maybe tell each other how much they missed the other. But with Naruto there, they just smiled.
Then, Sasuke remembered that Naruto was there and his smile turned to a glower, and he turned his glare onto the blond.
“Ah… it was… an accident?” Naruto said, laughing nervously.
And the moment was broken.
CLANG… Clang… clang…
Neji snapped awake. He cursed himself for dozing off-even if it had been only for five minutes at the most considering the positions of the people below-and marked down the changing of guards as the one that had been there for the past five hours disappeared beyond the gate. A moment later, the familiar CLANG was heard as the gate opened again and the replacement guard took his post, letting the gate bounce against its hinges.
He’d been at this for almost five days now. All together, he’d been gone from home for at least three weeks. It was no surprise that he had dozed off considering that he had not slept in fifty-two hours, but he knew he could not afford to do that again. So, popping a soldier pill in his mouth and resituating himself on the tree branch, he told himself to stay focused.
He couldn’t think about Sasuke right now.
He’d save that for when he could actually see him in person. And maybe, just maybe, he’d throw all dignity aside this time.