Meme; 5 Drabbles - Complete
Requested by: furousha
Prompt: "I say burn all your bridges while you still have control of the flame"
Character: Mugen from Samurai Champloo
Mugen had walked away from the princess knowing fully well that he could’ve hung around. He could have gotten more comfortable, but he needed to wander. He needed to get away in order to grasp who he was rather than that quirky group dynamic they had going for them. He almost felt like a dog around her, one that could be trained with a little more force and a lot more nudity. Tricks could’ve been performed if she just took that fucking yukata off and worked a little. But, in the meantime, he had to break free, and walk a different path than four-eyes, at least. He needed to let go of the memories. At least, until they met again along the winding road. Then, that would be a different story. A new story.
Requested by: kimba616
Prompt: "Heard you fuck through the wall"
Character: Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender
He didn’t want to believe what he was hearing. If anything, he wanted to claw at his ears until they bled.
At first, the rhythmic banging didn’t bother him. He figured someone was working on something, hammering a nail to the wall, fixing a leak. He didn’t realize until the first cry of unyielding affection that this person was working on someone rather than something.
Zuko was mortified.
He threw himself down on the bed, cursing these paper-thin walls, and covered his head with a satin pillow. After that had done nothing to ease his woe, and with the noises in the next room getting louder and louder, he incinerated the pillow mid-air as he threw it violently across the room. All this pent up rage without an appropriate outlet. He couldn’t get any. Why did he have to listen to someone else getting what he deserved? Not from that woman, per se, but in general. Not that his woman wasn’t sufficient enough. She just wasn’t there.
Later, when he heard the low chuckles of his friend and the soft giggles of the Kyoshi Warrior, he couldn’t help but be jealous. When Sokka asked him if he smelt something burning, he couldn’t help but stare blankly.
Requested by: angelchan_2004
Prompt: "I'm a go-getter guy with a gun in my hand"
Character: Sokka from Avatar: The Last Airbender
Sokka stood, his boomerang in one hand, sword in the other. The warrior in him was rearing its head, ready to conquer, to fight. The look of pure determination on his face as the wind whipped his ponytail and fringe around never made him look more like a man than now. They were legitimately in danger. The war was drawing to a close, the outcome anyone’s guess. The sky was a deep red, unnatural yet beautiful to anyone who got lost in its depths. Suki was more afraid than she had ever been in her life-though having to keep a brave face being the leader she was, but with that look on Sokka’s face she felt her nerves calmed. He caught her eyes with his and smiled, raising his eyebrows in defiance and in humor of what he believed to be her judgmental stare. She rolled her eyes and smiled back, wary yet glad to be with him at this time in both of their lives. She believed those eyes, though; she believed in that stance, that pride. She taught him what she knew, and he had expanded far beyond that. He was ready to be the warrior at his full potential. Now was the time.
Requested by: individual
Prompt: "Can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?"
Character: Kyon from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
At least once a day, he wondered: why him? Why was he the person who had to keep Haruhi, god-like Haruhi, in check? He could barely contain his own negativity, why should he be responsible for hers? What made him so special?
Koizumi made noise about how it could only be him, for he was her true love or some bullshit like that, which he firmly pushed away-in public. In private, he wondered if true love existed and if it did, why was it playing around with him like this. Asahina-san just squeaked and waved a hand while murmuring, “Classified.” Did she actually know where he ended up? Nagato just stared blankly. To be expected.
“Why am I here?” he asked Haruhi, leaning back in his chair, watching her as she tapped away on their computer. He didn’t think she heard him, so he posed the question again. They were alone in the clubroom. No one could interrupt.
She shrugged, most likely not even hearing the words, only the sound of his voice breaking through her concentration.
“I’m busy.”
That was the best answer he was ever going to get.
Requested by: evil_little_dog
Prompt: "Your hand, so hot, burns a hole in my hand. I wanted to show you."
Character: Winry from Fullmetal Alchemist
Even in the most serene of moments, Edward’s hand felt hot to the touch. Winry was used to his hand, his right hand, being cold. Now, the reassurance was gone and replaced with something she couldn’t quite describe. Her creation had been lost. Sadness swelled deep in the pit of her stomach. That had to be pushed aside for the elation she felt towards this sleeping form next to her, safe and sound. For once, he was unguarded around her.
She sat, perched on the edge of the bed, watching as his hair splayed out in a multitude of directions, a small smile on his face. Now he could smile. Pushing his bangs out of his face-Winry reasoned that he would be aggravated with them when he awoke, not in direct result of an impulse to see his face in full.
“What’re you doin’?” his eyes opened slowly, blinking to adjust to the brightness of the room. His voice was thick with sleep.
“Nothing. Sorry,” she apologized quickly, regretting waking him up. He needed his rest.
“Nng,” he grunted, his eyes slipping shut. “Warm,” he said, nudging his cheek against her hand that she forgot to move. His hand lifted to cover hers. Ed’s eyes opened again and Winry found herself frozen at what she found there.
Prompt: "I say burn all your bridges while you still have control of the flame"
Character: Mugen from Samurai Champloo
Mugen had walked away from the princess knowing fully well that he could’ve hung around. He could have gotten more comfortable, but he needed to wander. He needed to get away in order to grasp who he was rather than that quirky group dynamic they had going for them. He almost felt like a dog around her, one that could be trained with a little more force and a lot more nudity. Tricks could’ve been performed if she just took that fucking yukata off and worked a little. But, in the meantime, he had to break free, and walk a different path than four-eyes, at least. He needed to let go of the memories. At least, until they met again along the winding road. Then, that would be a different story. A new story.
Requested by: kimba616
Prompt: "Heard you fuck through the wall"
Character: Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender
He didn’t want to believe what he was hearing. If anything, he wanted to claw at his ears until they bled.
At first, the rhythmic banging didn’t bother him. He figured someone was working on something, hammering a nail to the wall, fixing a leak. He didn’t realize until the first cry of unyielding affection that this person was working on someone rather than something.
Zuko was mortified.
He threw himself down on the bed, cursing these paper-thin walls, and covered his head with a satin pillow. After that had done nothing to ease his woe, and with the noises in the next room getting louder and louder, he incinerated the pillow mid-air as he threw it violently across the room. All this pent up rage without an appropriate outlet. He couldn’t get any. Why did he have to listen to someone else getting what he deserved? Not from that woman, per se, but in general. Not that his woman wasn’t sufficient enough. She just wasn’t there.
Later, when he heard the low chuckles of his friend and the soft giggles of the Kyoshi Warrior, he couldn’t help but be jealous. When Sokka asked him if he smelt something burning, he couldn’t help but stare blankly.
Requested by: angelchan_2004
Prompt: "I'm a go-getter guy with a gun in my hand"
Character: Sokka from Avatar: The Last Airbender
Sokka stood, his boomerang in one hand, sword in the other. The warrior in him was rearing its head, ready to conquer, to fight. The look of pure determination on his face as the wind whipped his ponytail and fringe around never made him look more like a man than now. They were legitimately in danger. The war was drawing to a close, the outcome anyone’s guess. The sky was a deep red, unnatural yet beautiful to anyone who got lost in its depths. Suki was more afraid than she had ever been in her life-though having to keep a brave face being the leader she was, but with that look on Sokka’s face she felt her nerves calmed. He caught her eyes with his and smiled, raising his eyebrows in defiance and in humor of what he believed to be her judgmental stare. She rolled her eyes and smiled back, wary yet glad to be with him at this time in both of their lives. She believed those eyes, though; she believed in that stance, that pride. She taught him what she knew, and he had expanded far beyond that. He was ready to be the warrior at his full potential. Now was the time.
Requested by: individual
Prompt: "Can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?"
Character: Kyon from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
At least once a day, he wondered: why him? Why was he the person who had to keep Haruhi, god-like Haruhi, in check? He could barely contain his own negativity, why should he be responsible for hers? What made him so special?
Koizumi made noise about how it could only be him, for he was her true love or some bullshit like that, which he firmly pushed away-in public. In private, he wondered if true love existed and if it did, why was it playing around with him like this. Asahina-san just squeaked and waved a hand while murmuring, “Classified.” Did she actually know where he ended up? Nagato just stared blankly. To be expected.
“Why am I here?” he asked Haruhi, leaning back in his chair, watching her as she tapped away on their computer. He didn’t think she heard him, so he posed the question again. They were alone in the clubroom. No one could interrupt.
She shrugged, most likely not even hearing the words, only the sound of his voice breaking through her concentration.
“I’m busy.”
That was the best answer he was ever going to get.
Requested by: evil_little_dog
Prompt: "Your hand, so hot, burns a hole in my hand. I wanted to show you."
Character: Winry from Fullmetal Alchemist
Even in the most serene of moments, Edward’s hand felt hot to the touch. Winry was used to his hand, his right hand, being cold. Now, the reassurance was gone and replaced with something she couldn’t quite describe. Her creation had been lost. Sadness swelled deep in the pit of her stomach. That had to be pushed aside for the elation she felt towards this sleeping form next to her, safe and sound. For once, he was unguarded around her.
She sat, perched on the edge of the bed, watching as his hair splayed out in a multitude of directions, a small smile on his face. Now he could smile. Pushing his bangs out of his face-Winry reasoned that he would be aggravated with them when he awoke, not in direct result of an impulse to see his face in full.
“What’re you doin’?” his eyes opened slowly, blinking to adjust to the brightness of the room. His voice was thick with sleep.
“Nothing. Sorry,” she apologized quickly, regretting waking him up. He needed his rest.
“Nng,” he grunted, his eyes slipping shut. “Warm,” he said, nudging his cheek against her hand that she forgot to move. His hand lifted to cover hers. Ed’s eyes opened again and Winry found herself frozen at what she found there.