Drabble Rousing
Okay, okay. I'm going to post some drabbles I wrote that no one's interested in, but before that...
I may have mentioned awhile back to some of you who have garnered my disapproval not seen Slayers, that the first season of the dub was available for free on Hulu.com. Well, I was just browsing there today, and apparently now they also have the second season Slayers NEXT completely available. So you all are rapidly running out of reasons not to give it a try.
Now for the drabbles. I wrote them on dares. YOU DON'T ACTUALLY HAVE TO READ THEM. I FAIL SO MUCH AT WRITING ROMANCE. The important thing is to watch Slayers.
The scenery was peaceful. Birds were singing, long grasses were waving in the wind, and Rattatas were going about the very serious business of making more Rattatas.
A scream of “WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?!” shot up into the air, scattering the birds, flattening the grasses, and amorous rodents scurried underground.
Jesse was kicking the possibly unscalable dirt wall of a pit that she and James had nearly broken their backs digging six hours ago. James was pouting the corner. Perhaps he wasn’t the smartest guy in the world, but at least he knew that collapsing the pit that they were at the bottom of wouldn’t improve their circumstances.
“EVERY TIME,” Jesse shouted, sharply kicking a root system that was poking through the solid dirt wall. “We dig these to catch the twerps? But do the twerps fall in? Never!”
“Sometimes they do,” James said into his knees. “They just usually get out.”
“Who ALWAYS falls in?” Jesse went on, undaunted. “Us!”
“Usually,” James admitted. He wasn’t really trying too hard to snap Jesse out of her tantrum. Jesse was in her glory when she was really angry. And she was angry so much of the time.
Jesse took a deep breath and got a hold of herself and tried to act like a group leader for godsakes.
“It’s okay though,” she said. “Because Meowth will find us soon a get us out.”
“Sure,” He said, having no reason to doubt this.
Of course, five hours later, they were both having serious doubts.
“I don’t know what that cat thinks he’s doing,” Jesse grumbled, leaning against the dirt wall.
“It’s getting dark,” James said, letting a little whine creep into his tone. “I’m tired.”
“We’ve slept in worse places,” Jesse said wearily, collapsing onto the ground.
It was true. James tried to make himself comfortable.
“Hey,” Jesse said. James opened one eye. “Come over here,” she said. “I’m cold.”
James knew not to pass up an invitation like that. He tripped on some roots on the way over, but he didn’t think she noticed.
-
“According to the Professor,” Leela said, switching off her headset. “The radiation from the explosion at Morpheus 9 may have caused us to have temporary telepathic abilities.”
“Well, why don’t you tell us how you really feel?” Fry asked, hunching his shoulders and looking irritable.
Leela might have said, Shut up, Fry, at this point, but she didn’t have to.
“What’s going on?” Bender asked from the vicinity of the floor.
“We can read each other’s minds and it’s causing social problems,” Leela explained, slouching in her chair and looking gloomy.
“Why can’t I do that?”
“Because the radiation just melted you.”
“Oh.”
“Aha!” Fry said, standing up theatrically. “So it was you who threw out my pickleoni sandwich last week. You know, they only made so many of those before they went off the market.”
“Why’d they take ‘em off?” asked Bender from his blob-like state on the floor.
“Caused hallucinations,” Fry said off-handedly.
“It was covered in mold,” Leela insisted. “And anyway, Fry,” she said, crossing her arms. “You could at least try not to read my mind. Here I am, respecting your privacy, while you’re rooting through my mind like Zoidberg in a dumpster he smells used tissues in.” She paused. “And I’m not, so you can just stop thinking that.”
There was a sulky silence, broken only by Bender’s warbled efforts to whistle through a halfway melted vocal unit. Leela concentrated on driving and Fry concentrated on his shoes.
Suddenly, Leela turned to Fry with a suspicious expression on her face; accidentally running over a raccoon sized planet that’s gravitational pull moved it across her path.
“Are you just thinking that to make me feel sorry for you?” she asked.
Fry squirmed and tried to shift his thoughts to the other side of his head for better cover.
“What’s going on?” Bender asked again.
“Awww,” Leela said. “I’m sorry Fry. I never knew you felt that way.”
Fry desperately tried to block his thoughts. Think about tomatoes, his brain screamed. There’s nothing remotely suspect about tomatoes.
“Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.” Leela said, tapping her brow.
“Hey! You can’t leave Bender out of the loop! I’ll kill you both once I solidify!”
-
He’d heard a sound in the kitchen. It was probably nothing, just someone getting a glass of water or something. But someone had to check it out, and damn it, no one else was going to take the trouble.
Kurogane winced at the brightness down the hall. He moved silently and hid in the doorway, just in case it was actually something to worry about.
He heard the sizzle of cooking, groaned, and turned around to go back to sleep.
On the other hand, he was already up. He walked into the kitchen.
“Oh hi, Kurgie,” Fai trilled, turning around from the stove, frying pan in hand. “You want some pancakes?”
“…It’s 3 a.m.,” Kurogane declared wearily.
“And what a 3 a.m. it is!” Fai nodded cheerfully. “Would you like some pancakes?” He asked again.
Kurogane grumbled and took a seat at the table, which in some language must certainly mean: Yes, that would be quite nice, and thank you for the kind offer.
A few minutes later Fai stacked the pancakes onto a plate and placed it in front of Kurogane. He was about get the maple syrup, but Kurogane was already eating.
“That kind’s too sweet,” Kurogane explained grudgingly through the pancakes.
“But Kuro-pon, you can’t eat your pancakes plain!”
Kurogane said nothing on this, because the fact that he was at this point, eating pancakes plain was evidence enough against that statement.
Fai sighed, sat across from him and undid the kerchief around his hair. “Aren’t you having any?” Kurogane asked.
“I’m not hungry,” Fai answered.
“Hmm.”
Kurogane finished his pancakes and for a moment just stared the other one down. Finally he said, “So, you’re not going to tell me why you’re really down here, are you?”
Fai smiled, thought for a moment, and then just said, “No.”
“Alright,” Kurogane said, picking up his empty plate with the fork stacked on it. He brought it over to the sink, and left it there, presumably for someone else to wash.
And left.
-
“They came out of nowhere!” James insisted, shaking Jesse by the shoulders.
“I’m sure they did,” Jesse said in what was supposed to be a reassuring voice but came out sounding more like condescension. She made up for it by patting his hand awkwardly.
“Really!” James shouted, still shell-shocked. “They chased me into the woods and then circled around me hurling berries at me all the while going ‘Chimecho! Chimecho! Chimecho!’”
James Chimecho impression needed some work and Jesse and Meowth weren’t impressed.
“I told you humans aint supposed eat Poke Chow,” Meowth said out of the side of his mouth. “It messes with your heads.”
“Well then what are we supposed to do, Meowth? We’re all out of food!”
“You’re supposed to be criminals, genius! Steal some!”
Jesse couldn’t argue with this kind of logic. “Well maybe we will!”
“Good!”
She began to storm toward town, when she noticed James was still gibbering to himself. She sighed, turned back, put her hand around his shoulder and guided him gently toward the path.
James got a grip on himself. They were right. It was probably just the Poke Chow. Lord knows spirals were still dancing across his line of vision from the stuff. All he needed was some real human food and then everything would be alright. Yes, of course it would. And hey! Her hand is on my shoulder!, he thought to himself. This could be a good day after all.
Just be cool about it, he told himself. And don’t mention murderous Chimecho. Because it just sounds crazy, honestly.
Ha! The idea!
And from the trees several dozen beady eyes glowed in the gloom of the forest’s shadows and slowly blinked out.