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I come bearing drabbles. Since they're completely unrelated, I can't exactly summarise them as a whole... um... there's one Akari-centric Shiseiten drabble, two of Kyo/Yuya AU!snarky fun, and a Shinrei-centric drabble (I can totally see him being this nerdy). In that order. Enjoy them in their largely-unbeta'd glory.
Tempus Fugit
It had been four hundred twenty-seven days, and Akari was starting to go crazy.
Not because the people she was travelling around with were certifiably insane, but because she had actually been counting the days. Having, for the better part of her life, lived with someone who existed so far outside of time that he had to think when someone asked him what year it was, she was unused to worrying about it.
It had been ten thousand, six hundred forty-eight hours, and, finished with her errand (which had taken a grand total of six hours and forty-two minutes), Akari returned to the village that the Shiseiten were staying in.
“No fair, Hotaru! You promised that I could kill the last man standing this time!”
The moron in question blinked. “Well, I was lying. And if Bon weren’t so soft, you’d be yelling at him right now.”
“Hey! Who’re you calling soft?”
“You.”
After the sixty thousand, eight thousand eighty minutes she had been travelling with them, she could count on arguments like this lasting for forty-five minutes after each battle if she didn’t butt in.
(Out of the corner of her eye, Akari saw Kyo keeping a silent count of how many seconds it would take her to intervene. He thought that no one noticed. She wanted to tell him that it averaged out to thirty-two seconds per post-battle squabble, but she let him have his fun.)
Twenty-five… twenty-six… twenty seven…
Interceding at twenty-nine seconds might throw off her average, but Akira was sounding irritatingly shrill.
Thirty-six million, eight hundred ninety-two, eight hundred seconds after Kyo told her that she could come with him, Akari hit her compatriots over the head and told them to shut up.
Every moment with those idiots was too important for her to waste.
Law and Order
"And let’s not get started with your conception of light reading," Kyo said. That was the end. He returned to his newspaper.
"This is most certainly not the end!" Yuya yelled. "Just because I like books with words longer than "Dick chases Jane...!"
He snickered. She didn't even notice the entendre in her sentence, and if she did, she hid it well.
"What are you laughing at?!"
"Nothing that you need to worry about. A ferry crashed, drowning twenty-seven people... three survivors... ten thousand dollars in property damage…" Kyo blinked. “Apparently, someone deliberately manoeuvred their boat into the ferry. Looks like I may be getting some business.”
“Always looking for opportunity in someone else’s misfortune… did I ever mention that I hate lawyers? That I really, really hate them?” Yuya asked, dumping his leftover coffee from the pot to the sink.
He rolled his eyes. “Every other day. But you fuck me anyway, so you really shouldn’t complain.”
Yuya threw the coffee pot at his head.
El Oeste
"En el oeste, la primavera es... es... Kyo, what's 'short' in Spanish?"
Kyo opened one eye to look at his partner. Obviously, it hadn't gotten through Yuya's thick skull that reclining in one's chair and stating that he didn't care about and refused to do any of the work for this project was a clear indication that he did not, in fact, know how to say 'short' in Spanish.
"Corto. Breve. Escaso. Poquito," Akira said smoothly, reading from the dictionary. "Do any of those sound like they fit the bill, Yuya?"
She thought on it for a moment. "Well, 'breve' sounds like 'brief', so we'll go with that. Thanks!"
"It's a pleasure to help you."
What a little ass-kisser, Kyo thought, having almost managed to make himself forget that there was a third person in his group. He didn't hate Akira. He just hated when Akira was so nice to Yuya.
When Yuya made to write down the sentence on their piece of posterboard, Kyo snatched the marker from her. "Your handwriting is awful. Let me do it."
"Oh.. um... thank you, Kyo." She paused, processing the rest of his statement. "You jerk! My handwriting is just fine!"
Hunched over the board, Kyo let himself smile.
Extremes
“Tell me the first thing that I taught you about water.”
“Water,” Shinrei began immediately, wondering only in passing where Fubuki was going with this. “A triatomic molecule made up of oxygen and hydrogen. In its natural state, it is a liquid. Melting point, zero degrees Celsius; boiling point, one hundred degrees Celsius; density, one gram per centimetre cubed.”
“And the properties that make it useful for the attacks of Mumyosaikyo Ryuu?”
“One of the properties that makes water unique is its high surface tension…” He trailed off, trying to remember the rest of the theory. “Because the surface of the water acts like a skin, the skilled practitioner can… ah… manipulate…”
“You’re wrong,” Fubuki said. “Water is life, Shinrei, and because of this, most people don’t think of it as something that brings death. But if you go too long without water, what happens?”
“You get dehydrated,” Shinrei answered, his brow knitting as he tried to work out what his master was telling him. “You die.”
He nodded. “Mumyosaikyo Ryuu is the art of extremes; of the life-giving properties of water-using your powers to staunch the flow of blood in a battle-and of the death-bringing properties-the water dragons that kill from the inside out and the outside in.”
“Fubuki-sama…”
“And that concludes your training for today.”
--
Note: The Celsius temperature scale wasn't invented until the 1740's, but come on. SDK isn't all that big on historical accuracy. *points to Hishigi's lab and Yuya's Utterly Improbable Underwear*
Tempus Fugit
It had been four hundred twenty-seven days, and Akari was starting to go crazy.
Not because the people she was travelling around with were certifiably insane, but because she had actually been counting the days. Having, for the better part of her life, lived with someone who existed so far outside of time that he had to think when someone asked him what year it was, she was unused to worrying about it.
It had been ten thousand, six hundred forty-eight hours, and, finished with her errand (which had taken a grand total of six hours and forty-two minutes), Akari returned to the village that the Shiseiten were staying in.
“No fair, Hotaru! You promised that I could kill the last man standing this time!”
The moron in question blinked. “Well, I was lying. And if Bon weren’t so soft, you’d be yelling at him right now.”
“Hey! Who’re you calling soft?”
“You.”
After the sixty thousand, eight thousand eighty minutes she had been travelling with them, she could count on arguments like this lasting for forty-five minutes after each battle if she didn’t butt in.
(Out of the corner of her eye, Akari saw Kyo keeping a silent count of how many seconds it would take her to intervene. He thought that no one noticed. She wanted to tell him that it averaged out to thirty-two seconds per post-battle squabble, but she let him have his fun.)
Twenty-five… twenty-six… twenty seven…
Interceding at twenty-nine seconds might throw off her average, but Akira was sounding irritatingly shrill.
Thirty-six million, eight hundred ninety-two, eight hundred seconds after Kyo told her that she could come with him, Akari hit her compatriots over the head and told them to shut up.
Every moment with those idiots was too important for her to waste.
Law and Order
"And let’s not get started with your conception of light reading," Kyo said. That was the end. He returned to his newspaper.
"This is most certainly not the end!" Yuya yelled. "Just because I like books with words longer than "Dick chases Jane...!"
He snickered. She didn't even notice the entendre in her sentence, and if she did, she hid it well.
"What are you laughing at?!"
"Nothing that you need to worry about. A ferry crashed, drowning twenty-seven people... three survivors... ten thousand dollars in property damage…" Kyo blinked. “Apparently, someone deliberately manoeuvred their boat into the ferry. Looks like I may be getting some business.”
“Always looking for opportunity in someone else’s misfortune… did I ever mention that I hate lawyers? That I really, really hate them?” Yuya asked, dumping his leftover coffee from the pot to the sink.
He rolled his eyes. “Every other day. But you fuck me anyway, so you really shouldn’t complain.”
Yuya threw the coffee pot at his head.
El Oeste
"En el oeste, la primavera es... es... Kyo, what's 'short' in Spanish?"
Kyo opened one eye to look at his partner. Obviously, it hadn't gotten through Yuya's thick skull that reclining in one's chair and stating that he didn't care about and refused to do any of the work for this project was a clear indication that he did not, in fact, know how to say 'short' in Spanish.
"Corto. Breve. Escaso. Poquito," Akira said smoothly, reading from the dictionary. "Do any of those sound like they fit the bill, Yuya?"
She thought on it for a moment. "Well, 'breve' sounds like 'brief', so we'll go with that. Thanks!"
"It's a pleasure to help you."
What a little ass-kisser, Kyo thought, having almost managed to make himself forget that there was a third person in his group. He didn't hate Akira. He just hated when Akira was so nice to Yuya.
When Yuya made to write down the sentence on their piece of posterboard, Kyo snatched the marker from her. "Your handwriting is awful. Let me do it."
"Oh.. um... thank you, Kyo." She paused, processing the rest of his statement. "You jerk! My handwriting is just fine!"
Hunched over the board, Kyo let himself smile.
Extremes
“Tell me the first thing that I taught you about water.”
“Water,” Shinrei began immediately, wondering only in passing where Fubuki was going with this. “A triatomic molecule made up of oxygen and hydrogen. In its natural state, it is a liquid. Melting point, zero degrees Celsius; boiling point, one hundred degrees Celsius; density, one gram per centimetre cubed.”
“And the properties that make it useful for the attacks of Mumyosaikyo Ryuu?”
“One of the properties that makes water unique is its high surface tension…” He trailed off, trying to remember the rest of the theory. “Because the surface of the water acts like a skin, the skilled practitioner can… ah… manipulate…”
“You’re wrong,” Fubuki said. “Water is life, Shinrei, and because of this, most people don’t think of it as something that brings death. But if you go too long without water, what happens?”
“You get dehydrated,” Shinrei answered, his brow knitting as he tried to work out what his master was telling him. “You die.”
He nodded. “Mumyosaikyo Ryuu is the art of extremes; of the life-giving properties of water-using your powers to staunch the flow of blood in a battle-and of the death-bringing properties-the water dragons that kill from the inside out and the outside in.”
“Fubuki-sama…”
“And that concludes your training for today.”
--
Note: The Celsius temperature scale wasn't invented until the 1740's, but come on. SDK isn't all that big on historical accuracy. *points to Hishigi's lab and Yuya's Utterly Improbable Underwear*