(TRC, X/1999, Code Geass, xxxholic) Drabbles, of the not-so-short kind
Apparently drabbles are supposed to be 100 words or less. I apologize.
Title: Racetrack
Pairing: Kurogane, Fai
Fandom: TRC
Genre: Angst, again.
Word Count: 122
Summary: Kurogane tries to talk some sense into Fai, and obviously, fails.
“The thing about running,” he says carefully, cautiously, in warning, “ is that you eventually end up at the start again.”
Fai doesn’t look up, hands twisting and fingers twitching in his lap. He’s solved the red face of the Rubik’s Cube. So I’ll keep running-
Kurogane reads him easily enough anyway. He sighs. “You can’t run forever, you know.” He sounds more tired than anything else. Not angry, not yet.
The words are out before he knows it, his mouth spitting out his defiance even as he refuses to meet Kurogane’s eyes. “Watch me,” he says.
--watch me run, watch me fall. Watch me get up to run again.
He’s solved the blue face now, but the red face is ruined.
Title: Incense
Pairing: None, really. Just Subaru and his issues.
Fandom: X/1999
Genre: Angst, but of course.
Word Count: 212
Summary: It’s not that he despises them.
Subaru’s forgotten how to pray.
He stands at the gate of a shrine, watching people stream in to light joss sticks, kneel in front of solemn, unmoving statues, hands clasped or stretched out-begging.
It’s not that he despises them. He knows the need to ask divine beings inexplicably up there for miracles, the need to comfort oneself that if things do not come to pass, the blame can be pushed to someone else who is in the position to determine that “it was never meant to be”. Subaru knows.
So he watches, the pungent smoke wafting around him and pulling him in, closer, till he too is staring face to face with the wooden figurines he dared to mock (silently) from a distance away. This close, he can see the unsmiling face of the statue no bigger than his palm, both wise and foolish in its stern expression of omniscience.
He doesn’t bow. He doesn’t light a candle. He just stares, until someone behind him coughs pointedly, whereupon he nods his head politely in the direction of the pedestal and moves out of the way of the devotees behind him.
Maybe it’s not that Subaru’s forgotten how to pray. Maybe it’s just that there’s nothing left for Subaru to pray for.
Title: Bitter
Pairing: C.C., Lelouch
Fandom: Code Geass
Genre: Hopelessly gen.
Word Count: 198
Summary: Lelouch seriously contemplates buying over Pizza Hut.
The man stuttered his thanks, and Lelouch, nodding politely, closed the door in his face.
“Pizza delivery men usually don’t get tipped so much,” C.C. remarks from where she’s sprawled on the couch.
“No,” he agrees. “But I figured since we know him so well, we can afford to be generous. Hmm?” He tosses the box onto the coffee table, where it skids on the glass surface. C.C. catches it before it ends up on the floor.
“Sarcasm, Lelouch?” She’s not really interested in bantering with him, not when her dinner is hot and steaming in her lap. Lelouch scowls.
“Tell you what,” he snarls as he stalks to the kitchen, “how about I buy the pizza chain and be done with it?” Larder doors slam and she can hear the cool hiss of air streaming out of the refrigerator as Lelouch opens it to peer into its jumbled depths for something remotely uncovered in cheese. “Would that make you happy?” He hollers from the kitchen.
C.C. picks up a slice of pizza, the cheese congealing in delicate little vines. “Yes, that would,” she says quietly. She bites into it.
“The question is, what would make you happy?”
Title: Alcoholic
Pairing: Yuuko, Watanuki, and her sake.
Fandom: xxxholic
Genre: Gen. Angst...no, not really.
Word Count: 113
Summary: Yuuko has a death wish, but we all knew that.
Her cup is extended towards him, her face stretched in an expectant grin.
A vein in his forehead throbs. “NO!” He swipes the cup away from Yuuko, bringing it down hard on the porch floor next to Mokona. “That’s your sixth bottle, for crying out loud. Do you want to die a drunkard?”
Mokona giggles sleepily from where it’s lying headfirst into an empty sake cup. Yuuko, however, is silent for a moment, and she looks directly at Watanuki. A queer smile tugs at her lips-
And the witch suddenly laughs, as if that moment in time had never been.
“Well then,” she chirps gaily, “wouldn’t that be a fine way to go?”
Title: Racetrack
Pairing: Kurogane, Fai
Fandom: TRC
Genre: Angst, again.
Word Count: 122
Summary: Kurogane tries to talk some sense into Fai, and obviously, fails.
“The thing about running,” he says carefully, cautiously, in warning, “ is that you eventually end up at the start again.”
Fai doesn’t look up, hands twisting and fingers twitching in his lap. He’s solved the red face of the Rubik’s Cube. So I’ll keep running-
Kurogane reads him easily enough anyway. He sighs. “You can’t run forever, you know.” He sounds more tired than anything else. Not angry, not yet.
The words are out before he knows it, his mouth spitting out his defiance even as he refuses to meet Kurogane’s eyes. “Watch me,” he says.
--watch me run, watch me fall. Watch me get up to run again.
He’s solved the blue face now, but the red face is ruined.
Title: Incense
Pairing: None, really. Just Subaru and his issues.
Fandom: X/1999
Genre: Angst, but of course.
Word Count: 212
Summary: It’s not that he despises them.
Subaru’s forgotten how to pray.
He stands at the gate of a shrine, watching people stream in to light joss sticks, kneel in front of solemn, unmoving statues, hands clasped or stretched out-begging.
It’s not that he despises them. He knows the need to ask divine beings inexplicably up there for miracles, the need to comfort oneself that if things do not come to pass, the blame can be pushed to someone else who is in the position to determine that “it was never meant to be”. Subaru knows.
So he watches, the pungent smoke wafting around him and pulling him in, closer, till he too is staring face to face with the wooden figurines he dared to mock (silently) from a distance away. This close, he can see the unsmiling face of the statue no bigger than his palm, both wise and foolish in its stern expression of omniscience.
He doesn’t bow. He doesn’t light a candle. He just stares, until someone behind him coughs pointedly, whereupon he nods his head politely in the direction of the pedestal and moves out of the way of the devotees behind him.
Maybe it’s not that Subaru’s forgotten how to pray. Maybe it’s just that there’s nothing left for Subaru to pray for.
Title: Bitter
Pairing: C.C., Lelouch
Fandom: Code Geass
Genre: Hopelessly gen.
Word Count: 198
Summary: Lelouch seriously contemplates buying over Pizza Hut.
The man stuttered his thanks, and Lelouch, nodding politely, closed the door in his face.
“Pizza delivery men usually don’t get tipped so much,” C.C. remarks from where she’s sprawled on the couch.
“No,” he agrees. “But I figured since we know him so well, we can afford to be generous. Hmm?” He tosses the box onto the coffee table, where it skids on the glass surface. C.C. catches it before it ends up on the floor.
“Sarcasm, Lelouch?” She’s not really interested in bantering with him, not when her dinner is hot and steaming in her lap. Lelouch scowls.
“Tell you what,” he snarls as he stalks to the kitchen, “how about I buy the pizza chain and be done with it?” Larder doors slam and she can hear the cool hiss of air streaming out of the refrigerator as Lelouch opens it to peer into its jumbled depths for something remotely uncovered in cheese. “Would that make you happy?” He hollers from the kitchen.
C.C. picks up a slice of pizza, the cheese congealing in delicate little vines. “Yes, that would,” she says quietly. She bites into it.
“The question is, what would make you happy?”
Title: Alcoholic
Pairing: Yuuko, Watanuki, and her sake.
Fandom: xxxholic
Genre: Gen. Angst...no, not really.
Word Count: 113
Summary: Yuuko has a death wish, but we all knew that.
Her cup is extended towards him, her face stretched in an expectant grin.
A vein in his forehead throbs. “NO!” He swipes the cup away from Yuuko, bringing it down hard on the porch floor next to Mokona. “That’s your sixth bottle, for crying out loud. Do you want to die a drunkard?”
Mokona giggles sleepily from where it’s lying headfirst into an empty sake cup. Yuuko, however, is silent for a moment, and she looks directly at Watanuki. A queer smile tugs at her lips-
And the witch suddenly laughs, as if that moment in time had never been.
“Well then,” she chirps gaily, “wouldn’t that be a fine way to go?”