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Sooo... here comes my first fic-spam post! ^______^
It's only a drabble, but the thought made me smile and I think you might like this, bf_nightingale!
Title: The Next-door Neighbours
Pairing: None, Hiro-centric
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not affiliated with the Heroes makers at all!
A/N: I don't know anything about Hiro's childhood (especially seeing as I don't know that many Heroes episodes yet), so this is completely made up. I hope it doesn't clash with what is known about him too much, though!
Edit: Nightie tells me that it does clash with Hiro's childhood a lot, but, well, I like it, so I'm going to leave it as it is. ^_~ See it as a sort of AU - the kind of childhood Hiro could have had! ^_______^
A loud clattering noise could be heard from outside, just as Kazuko started cutting the radishes.
She paused for a moment, but resumed her task when she heard an enraged female voice shout: “Hiro Nakamura, get down there NOW!”
The Nakamura family were, by and large, very nice neighbours. Tadayoshi Nakamura worked for a company, just like her husband, but he came home drunk far less than that good-for-nothing. And he always made sure that the house was in good repairs.
“But I can fly!” a shrill child’s voice answered the female voice. “I’ve got my wings on, see? And I’ve got my super-duper-magical-weight-reducing-buyoncy-enhancing-hero-flight-system, look!”
“Those are my favourite fans! And that’s not a whatever-system, those are just your water-wings! Get down here!”
Kazuko dressed the radishes with soy-sauce and tasted the concoction. It was good, her family would be pleased. She started humming to herself quietly, her thoughts returning to her next-door neighbours.
Yumi Nakamura always greeted her on the street and she always stopped for a little chat, too. And she always told her neighbours when she saw a bargain somewhere. A lot of women wouldn’t do that, out of fear that the bargain might be gone too soon if they told other people. But Yumi Nakamura always did. And her clothes were always neat and tidy, never a spot or a tear to be seen, just like her son’s and her husband’s.
“HERE COMES HIRO, THE GREAT SUPER HERO! UP, UP AND AWAY! HE FLIES TO HELP THE WEAK! BUT THERE HE SEES HIS MOTHER ON THE STREET AND SHE IS WAVING TO HIM DESPERATELY! HIRO TAKES A DIVE-BOMB AND…”
“Hiro!”
So yes, the Nakamura’s were fine neighbours.
Too bad that their only son was completely and utterly insane.
It's only a drabble, but the thought made me smile and I think you might like this, bf_nightingale!
Title: The Next-door Neighbours
Pairing: None, Hiro-centric
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not affiliated with the Heroes makers at all!
A/N: I don't know anything about Hiro's childhood (especially seeing as I don't know that many Heroes episodes yet), so this is completely made up. I hope it doesn't clash with what is known about him too much, though!
Edit: Nightie tells me that it does clash with Hiro's childhood a lot, but, well, I like it, so I'm going to leave it as it is. ^_~ See it as a sort of AU - the kind of childhood Hiro could have had! ^_______^
A loud clattering noise could be heard from outside, just as Kazuko started cutting the radishes.
She paused for a moment, but resumed her task when she heard an enraged female voice shout: “Hiro Nakamura, get down there NOW!”
The Nakamura family were, by and large, very nice neighbours. Tadayoshi Nakamura worked for a company, just like her husband, but he came home drunk far less than that good-for-nothing. And he always made sure that the house was in good repairs.
“But I can fly!” a shrill child’s voice answered the female voice. “I’ve got my wings on, see? And I’ve got my super-duper-magical-weight-reducing-buyoncy-enhancing-hero-flight-system, look!”
“Those are my favourite fans! And that’s not a whatever-system, those are just your water-wings! Get down here!”
Kazuko dressed the radishes with soy-sauce and tasted the concoction. It was good, her family would be pleased. She started humming to herself quietly, her thoughts returning to her next-door neighbours.
Yumi Nakamura always greeted her on the street and she always stopped for a little chat, too. And she always told her neighbours when she saw a bargain somewhere. A lot of women wouldn’t do that, out of fear that the bargain might be gone too soon if they told other people. But Yumi Nakamura always did. And her clothes were always neat and tidy, never a spot or a tear to be seen, just like her son’s and her husband’s.
“HERE COMES HIRO, THE GREAT SUPER HERO! UP, UP AND AWAY! HE FLIES TO HELP THE WEAK! BUT THERE HE SEES HIS MOTHER ON THE STREET AND SHE IS WAVING TO HIM DESPERATELY! HIRO TAKES A DIVE-BOMB AND…”
“Hiro!”
So yes, the Nakamura’s were fine neighbours.
Too bad that their only son was completely and utterly insane.