Second batch of drabbles
Notes: Really short ones this time 8DD
Title: Conflict of Interest
Request: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Fuuta/Squalo, meet the parents (littlelinor)
Word Count: 214
“Today we gather here to celebrate this auspicious moment-”
“WHAT AUSPICIOUS MOMENT.”
Everyone around the table visibly winced. Squalo was ten times more vocal when nervousness clipped his eloquence. Tsuna, forced into a pause with a champagne flute poised in one hand, swallowed the rest of his speech.
“That we gather together here, of course,” he continued after a moment of careful deliberation. Even the Tenth Vongola knew better than to provoke a Varia, and Squalo seemed particularly murderous in his current effort to cover his embarrassment. Fuuta remained wisely silent, Xanxus merely looked bored, and everyone else breathed out in relief.
It was Dino - always Dino - who unlocked forbidden gates and unleashed hells. He swept in with a grin and a bouquet of flowers, late but by no means disheartened by any social gaffe or offence, and cheerfully announced, “Congratulations, dear old friend! For your finding happiness-”
Squalo lunged at him with his sword. Tsuna’s glass broke in his grip and he winced, neither from the sharpness nor the blood that Gokudera started fussing over. Ryouhei leapt to his feet in brimming excitement to break up a fight.
Across the table, Xanxus’s half-lidded gaze met his, disinterested and appraising at once. Fuuta smiled politely, raising his glass in a victorious toast.
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Title: Seven Years
Request: Gundam SEED, Athrun/Kira, kiss and make up (aishuu)
Word Count: 257
When he looks at Athrun, Kira sees his sister. Her smile. The colour of her ring. Her red eyes and the tears she has never let him see.
Cagalli married Shinn three months ago. Athrun left her six years prior and Kira knew exactly why, even before he caught the sad look in Lacus’s eyes. But sisters forgave, she told him in that gentle, comforting tone that could only be hers, and he loved her for that. It helped to look at Athrun in the eyes, on the day he asked him to be his best man.
Two years after Lacus’s death, Athrun is still his best friend. There is always comfort offered, that of a friend, which Kira gratefully receives except during the most difficult times. He wonders then, about propriety and his undying love for a dead wife, and Cagalli calls him a stupid, whiny brother.
He thinks that Lacus probably would have the same opinion, except more carefully and kindly worded.
When he kisses Athrun one night, he is completely sober. It ends quickly and he notices the surprised, but mostly frightened look on his friend’s face.
“You don’t have to do this,” Athrun says quietly, the voice of a man regularly rejected and disappointed. Kira shakes his head.
“I know what I’m doing.”
Athrun’s shoulders are shaking when he puts his arms around them. “This,” he tries again, words catching in his throat, “isn’t pity, or curiosity, or anything you have in mind. I... we-”
This time, it’s Athrun who kisses him.
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Title: Reconnaissance
Request: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Byakuran/Tsuna, mirror (sasunaru4eva)
Word Count: 173
At nineteen, Sawada Tsunayoshi looks just like any other college student in the neighbourhood. A young man spending his afternoon with friends, time in their hand to waste away until night sets in and titles once more return to their names. He laughs at his friend’s jokes, pauses in front of a shop window to admire an aeroplane model, and waves at two girls across the street.
In the normality of daylight, he doesn’t look like a man who should lead tens of thousands of people.
“In five years,” Byakuran murmurs, and a curious thing happens. Sawada looks, not at him, but at his reflection in the glass window of a diner. His expression is a blend of curiosity and surprise, lined by watchfulness that stands out even in the dark glass. He thinks he sees recognition in them, but then Sawada smiles, apologetically, and returns to the company of his friends.
He doesn’t miss the sharp look cast to his direction by the grey-haired boy. Loyalty, he reads.
This will be interesting.
---
Title: Monikers
Request: TRC/Code Geass, Seishirou/Suzaku, déjà vu (articflame)
Word Count: 146
“You are terribly cruel, brother.”
Seishirou does not turn around to see Fuuma perched on the window, one leg on the sill, the other dangling just above stone floor cold under his bare feet. His fingers work slowly, from button to button with familiar ease. The figure on the bed still lies unmoving, either tied by mortification or simply dead to the world.
“It’s the eyes, I think,” he says, remembering the colour, not of trees, not of grass or jewels, but something much more valuable. Behind him, Fuuma laughs.
“I take it back. The word ‘cruel’ lacks the necessary verve to describe you.”
He turns around and offers his younger brother a smile. “I’ve been called many names in the last hour. Perhaps he can help you in that quarter.”
Fuuma doesn’t laugh, but his grin matches Seishirou’s smile. “The devil, that’s what you are.”
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Title: Conflict of Interest
Request: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Fuuta/Squalo, meet the parents (littlelinor)
Word Count: 214
“Today we gather here to celebrate this auspicious moment-”
“WHAT AUSPICIOUS MOMENT.”
Everyone around the table visibly winced. Squalo was ten times more vocal when nervousness clipped his eloquence. Tsuna, forced into a pause with a champagne flute poised in one hand, swallowed the rest of his speech.
“That we gather together here, of course,” he continued after a moment of careful deliberation. Even the Tenth Vongola knew better than to provoke a Varia, and Squalo seemed particularly murderous in his current effort to cover his embarrassment. Fuuta remained wisely silent, Xanxus merely looked bored, and everyone else breathed out in relief.
It was Dino - always Dino - who unlocked forbidden gates and unleashed hells. He swept in with a grin and a bouquet of flowers, late but by no means disheartened by any social gaffe or offence, and cheerfully announced, “Congratulations, dear old friend! For your finding happiness-”
Squalo lunged at him with his sword. Tsuna’s glass broke in his grip and he winced, neither from the sharpness nor the blood that Gokudera started fussing over. Ryouhei leapt to his feet in brimming excitement to break up a fight.
Across the table, Xanxus’s half-lidded gaze met his, disinterested and appraising at once. Fuuta smiled politely, raising his glass in a victorious toast.
---
Title: Seven Years
Request: Gundam SEED, Athrun/Kira, kiss and make up (aishuu)
Word Count: 257
When he looks at Athrun, Kira sees his sister. Her smile. The colour of her ring. Her red eyes and the tears she has never let him see.
Cagalli married Shinn three months ago. Athrun left her six years prior and Kira knew exactly why, even before he caught the sad look in Lacus’s eyes. But sisters forgave, she told him in that gentle, comforting tone that could only be hers, and he loved her for that. It helped to look at Athrun in the eyes, on the day he asked him to be his best man.
Two years after Lacus’s death, Athrun is still his best friend. There is always comfort offered, that of a friend, which Kira gratefully receives except during the most difficult times. He wonders then, about propriety and his undying love for a dead wife, and Cagalli calls him a stupid, whiny brother.
He thinks that Lacus probably would have the same opinion, except more carefully and kindly worded.
When he kisses Athrun one night, he is completely sober. It ends quickly and he notices the surprised, but mostly frightened look on his friend’s face.
“You don’t have to do this,” Athrun says quietly, the voice of a man regularly rejected and disappointed. Kira shakes his head.
“I know what I’m doing.”
Athrun’s shoulders are shaking when he puts his arms around them. “This,” he tries again, words catching in his throat, “isn’t pity, or curiosity, or anything you have in mind. I... we-”
This time, it’s Athrun who kisses him.
---
Title: Reconnaissance
Request: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Byakuran/Tsuna, mirror (sasunaru4eva)
Word Count: 173
At nineteen, Sawada Tsunayoshi looks just like any other college student in the neighbourhood. A young man spending his afternoon with friends, time in their hand to waste away until night sets in and titles once more return to their names. He laughs at his friend’s jokes, pauses in front of a shop window to admire an aeroplane model, and waves at two girls across the street.
In the normality of daylight, he doesn’t look like a man who should lead tens of thousands of people.
“In five years,” Byakuran murmurs, and a curious thing happens. Sawada looks, not at him, but at his reflection in the glass window of a diner. His expression is a blend of curiosity and surprise, lined by watchfulness that stands out even in the dark glass. He thinks he sees recognition in them, but then Sawada smiles, apologetically, and returns to the company of his friends.
He doesn’t miss the sharp look cast to his direction by the grey-haired boy. Loyalty, he reads.
This will be interesting.
---
Title: Monikers
Request: TRC/Code Geass, Seishirou/Suzaku, déjà vu (articflame)
Word Count: 146
“You are terribly cruel, brother.”
Seishirou does not turn around to see Fuuma perched on the window, one leg on the sill, the other dangling just above stone floor cold under his bare feet. His fingers work slowly, from button to button with familiar ease. The figure on the bed still lies unmoving, either tied by mortification or simply dead to the world.
“It’s the eyes, I think,” he says, remembering the colour, not of trees, not of grass or jewels, but something much more valuable. Behind him, Fuuma laughs.
“I take it back. The word ‘cruel’ lacks the necessary verve to describe you.”
He turns around and offers his younger brother a smile. “I’ve been called many names in the last hour. Perhaps he can help you in that quarter.”
Fuuma doesn’t laugh, but his grin matches Seishirou’s smile. “The devil, that’s what you are.”
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