drabbles
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Ryuichi was twitching, and looked nothing short of homicidal. Half of his hair was out of his ponytail, and the rest was sticking to his face and the back of his neck, a combination of eggs and flour, and oh yeah, the sugar, gluing it in place. Couldn’t forget the sugar; it made everything so much stickier. It wouldn’t come out fast, nope, not a chance. Ryuichi looked pissed off, and ready to commit multiple-homicide.
Natsume Kaede, on the other hand, was trying very hard not to pass out and die a horribly embarrassing death, because the sight was just that funny. Gods. Did that boy even have a sense of humor?
Not that the moment, that was for sure. She laughed harder at the thought.
“Sensei,” Ryuichi said, attempting to be calm, and failing miserably. He looked rather pathetic at the moment; shaking and twitching, and utterly covered in cake-batter and flour. “That’s not how you mix it!”
Kaede was still laughing her ass off.
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Kotetsu squirmed and protested the whole way, but despite all his efforts, the end result was still as horrible as he’d predicted it would be. He pouted, whined, and attempted to bribe, but the Intel kunoichi only frowned at him, and did it anyways.
Ryuichi had the decency not to laugh overly much, only standing in the corner, leaning against the wall, stance as casual as it would have been at a regular mission-briefing. His smile was thin and barely there, but it was obvious to anyone how incredibly amused the Chuunin was by the whole ordeal.
Kotetsu pouted. Ryuichi was in the regular ANBU armor, plus his insane number of weapons, as he always was. “How come he doesn’t have to?”
The Intel girl smacked him lightly, and finished tying a bow. Kotetsu couldn’t see that it was bright pink, (like neon pink, the color the weird civilian girls wore out to the bars), and was happy because of it. There were some mentally-scarring images he would have just as well gone without seeing. “He’s the backup. You’re the distraction.”
Ryuichi snickered, covering his grin with a gloved hand.
Kotetsu glared, and tugged at his hair, and all the bows, utterly miserable.
This had to be the worst B-Rank he’d ever been assigned. And Kotetsu did mean ever.
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In Ryouma’s very opinionated mind, there were times when a ninja just had to be happy with what they had, and acknowledge that it wouldn’t be getting any better. The comrade missing his head wouldn’t be getting back up again, the toast would always land butter-side down, and the hot mission-desk Chuunin were never available for a drink once her shift ended.
Fortunately, this was not one of those times.
The day had not started out that way. In fact, Ryouma’s day had started out shitty, and had only degraded from there. No one was dead, but that was the only thing the day (well, night now) had going for itself. The captain’s jutsu had, quite literally, blown up in everyone’s faces, the enemy had somehow managed to keep running when he was missing a good chunk of his face, and it had rained buckets down on them the whole time.
It always seemed to rain on shitty missions.
Ito Ren’s smiling face, however, was the nicest thing he’d seen in a long time.
“Hey, I thought you looked hungry.”
Scratch that; the pie she was carrying took first-place. And it was apple, too. Yum.
Ryouma’s day was no longer shitty.
Ryuichi was twitching, and looked nothing short of homicidal. Half of his hair was out of his ponytail, and the rest was sticking to his face and the back of his neck, a combination of eggs and flour, and oh yeah, the sugar, gluing it in place. Couldn’t forget the sugar; it made everything so much stickier. It wouldn’t come out fast, nope, not a chance. Ryuichi looked pissed off, and ready to commit multiple-homicide.
Natsume Kaede, on the other hand, was trying very hard not to pass out and die a horribly embarrassing death, because the sight was just that funny. Gods. Did that boy even have a sense of humor?
Not that the moment, that was for sure. She laughed harder at the thought.
“Sensei,” Ryuichi said, attempting to be calm, and failing miserably. He looked rather pathetic at the moment; shaking and twitching, and utterly covered in cake-batter and flour. “That’s not how you mix it!”
Kaede was still laughing her ass off.
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Kotetsu squirmed and protested the whole way, but despite all his efforts, the end result was still as horrible as he’d predicted it would be. He pouted, whined, and attempted to bribe, but the Intel kunoichi only frowned at him, and did it anyways.
Ryuichi had the decency not to laugh overly much, only standing in the corner, leaning against the wall, stance as casual as it would have been at a regular mission-briefing. His smile was thin and barely there, but it was obvious to anyone how incredibly amused the Chuunin was by the whole ordeal.
Kotetsu pouted. Ryuichi was in the regular ANBU armor, plus his insane number of weapons, as he always was. “How come he doesn’t have to?”
The Intel girl smacked him lightly, and finished tying a bow. Kotetsu couldn’t see that it was bright pink, (like neon pink, the color the weird civilian girls wore out to the bars), and was happy because of it. There were some mentally-scarring images he would have just as well gone without seeing. “He’s the backup. You’re the distraction.”
Ryuichi snickered, covering his grin with a gloved hand.
Kotetsu glared, and tugged at his hair, and all the bows, utterly miserable.
This had to be the worst B-Rank he’d ever been assigned. And Kotetsu did mean ever.
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In Ryouma’s very opinionated mind, there were times when a ninja just had to be happy with what they had, and acknowledge that it wouldn’t be getting any better. The comrade missing his head wouldn’t be getting back up again, the toast would always land butter-side down, and the hot mission-desk Chuunin were never available for a drink once her shift ended.
Fortunately, this was not one of those times.
The day had not started out that way. In fact, Ryouma’s day had started out shitty, and had only degraded from there. No one was dead, but that was the only thing the day (well, night now) had going for itself. The captain’s jutsu had, quite literally, blown up in everyone’s faces, the enemy had somehow managed to keep running when he was missing a good chunk of his face, and it had rained buckets down on them the whole time.
It always seemed to rain on shitty missions.
Ito Ren’s smiling face, however, was the nicest thing he’d seen in a long time.
“Hey, I thought you looked hungry.”
Scratch that; the pie she was carrying took first-place. And it was apple, too. Yum.
Ryouma’s day was no longer shitty.