"Yes and No", Baccano! NaNoWriMo response
Haha, the wind was so strong today that I nearly went flying the moment I stepped outside, and after fighting against it on my bike for a while, there were a couple moments where I was completely incapable of breathing because the air was moving too fast to inhale. XD BUT I'M COMPLETELY OKAY. *thumbs up* ...It was actually pretty fun. XD
Well, I ended up getting two requests for a date between Claire and Chane, but instead of merging them together, I'll write two separate responses, and definitely do my best to keep them different somehow. This one is for you, siho308! :D I couldn't place it on the train, since I require subs to fully understand their scenes together in episodes twelve and thirteen, but it seems like you were kidding, anyway. XD
Ah, once again, I failed to break 2000 words. I guess I'm just not confidant enough about writing these two in scenes together yet. Hopefully, Ayu releases the last two episodes soon so I can get a better grasp on their "conversations" and what they think about each other. :( I tried to make up for it by describing several dates instead of just one. :D Though, I decided to be a brat and didn't refer to Claire by name even once throughout the fic. XD
Character(s)/Pairing: ClaireXChane
Genre: comedy, action, romance
Rating: no ecchi/hentai plz!
Prompt: Claire and Chane's date!(maybe on the train? joke!)
Title: Yes and No
Pairing: Claire/Chane
Other Characters: Jacuzzi
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Action
Rating: PG
Warnings: Episode 13 spoilers.
Wordcount: 1582
Total Progress: 33351/50000 = 66.70% complete
"I know exactly what you're thinking," he would say, several times a day, and there eventually came a time when he began to be more right than wrong. He had started out mostly guessing, but now was mostly knowing, after having watching her closely, studying her moods, expressions, and reactions closely, even during the times she was convinced he hadn't actually been paying attention. She was always sure to bring along some sort of method to communicate with him in the event that his boasted mind reading failed, but as the days wore on, she noticed that she needed it less and less until she finally began to wonder why she kept it on her at all, when all he had to do was ask her things to shake her head or nod to in response. He was extremely smart, and very good at asking the right questions.
At the same time, however, he was terribly selfish, narcissistic, and arrogant, which nearly drove her up the wall at times. It was almost a blessing that she'd given up her voice, because she still had no idea how she was supposed to refer to him. After they'd found each other again in Manhattan, he hadn't properly introduced himself for several days, and when she finally brought herself to write out the question, his answer had been so ambiguous that she wished she hadn't bothered. His constantly changing list of approved aliases was hard to keep track of, so Chane simply resolved to continue to think of him as Him until he decided to finally settle on something concrete.
She didn't have her own place to stay in New York, so she had decided to continue to stay with Jacuzzi Splot and his gang until she made up her mind. He would come to see her there, picking her up to take out on dates every night, asking her again and again for her answer, but Chane was still not convinced. She liked to spend time with him and she felt that they complimented each other perfectly, him making significant advances in their conversation methods, and her gradually wearing down a few of his most irritating vices, but every time she was about ready to finally agree, he would do something positively frustrating, and every time she began to entertain the notion of refusing him, he would somehow pick up on it and maneuver himself back into her good favor. How a man could turn a serious flaw like his God-complex into something charming and endearing was beyond her, but he somehow managed it every single time.
"Ch-Chane is a good girl," Jacuzzi told him upon meeting him for the first time, momentarily blocking her from leaving the apartment, shaking in his boots but refusing to back down. "Y-y-you better take good care of her!"
"I wouldn't dream of anything less," he replied, amused, lightly patting the younger man on the head with a teasing smile as Jacuzzi froze stiff underneath his hand before gently guiding him to the side so Chane could pass. "I'm glad that you were able to make such wonderful friends," he told her, offering his arm, playing the part of a gentleman.
He took her to restaurants and movies and sometimes just sat with her and talked about everything and nothing, telling her his entire life story as he slowly pieced together her own through his strategic questions and her slight nods and slow shakes. She still refused to move an inch whenever he brought up the status of his proposal, guaranteeing his continued appearance at the apartment door for many evenings to come.
The first time he had come early enough to take her out for an evening meal, they had gone to a classy restaurant, him reassuring her that he definitely could afford it since he had always been paid well for his services and had no real inclination to spend it on anything except her. The menu items were ridiculously overpriced, but seeing the look on her face, he explained that he was also paying for the atmosphere. Dubious, Chane pointed to the cheapest item on the menu, but he just replied with a secretive smile. When the waiter arrived shortly after the exchange, he ordered something completely different, and as Chane glared at him, he told her that he had already sampled the menu in preparation for their date and knew that she would enjoy it much more than what she had chosen. Her irritation with him quelled quite a bit once she took the first bite of the meal and found it just as delicious as he claimed. He watched her eat with a confidant smirk for a while before touching his own plate, but only after she shot him a slightly more intense look, causing him to laugh. She tried to stay angry with him and his presumptuous behavior, but nothing could stop the smile from creeping across her face.
He talked all the way through the first movie they'd gone to see together. Chane had still been uncomfortable in his presence at the time, and was hoping that them sitting together quietly would help ease the tension, but he had quickly lost interest in the plot and simply would not shut his mouth. When he noticed her disapproval, he switched the topic to the movie itself, mocking the story, the actors, the direction, and every little thing he felt he would have been able to do so much better. She had become more and more infuriated and embarrassed with every word that passed through his lips, only to blink in surprise when the entire theater broke out in laughter following one of his jokes. She sat through the rest of his conversation as she was slowly taken over by the mirth encompassing the rest of his audience, many of whom laughed themselves to tears. As the credits began to roll, everyone began to applaud, several people approaching them to thank him for making the failure of a film into something much more deserving of their money, and Chane realized for the first time that he had first began to speak shortly after she had begun to sink further into the seat, submitting to boredom.
One night, where they hadn't planned to do anything in particular other than walking beside each other beneath the stars, they were suddenly surrounded by a group of street thugs, interested in their money and Chane, but were taken aback when neither of them seemed to react to their demands. Chane began to reach for her weapons, but he stopped her with a thoughtful expression on his face. "I would normally remove such useless punks from existence," he told her, "but that would hardly be tasteful during a date, wouldn't it? On the other hand, I can't just forgive them for threatening you in such a manner, and who knows how many innocent people were victimized by this group, so I suppose I'm going to have to teach them a lesson, right?" The gang members, recovering from their confusion and reacting to their target's words, began to charge the two of them with their knives drawn, but he picked her up and vaulted overhead, knowing full well that she could have escaped on her own, but he seemed determined to not let her raise a finger against such riffraff. Letting her go, he suggested, "How about we make a little wager? If I can take care of them without spilling a drop of blood, can I expect some type of reward?" Chane nodded quickly, more to do with the second charge of the gang than anything, wanting him to take his attention away from her as soon as possible so he could hurry up and deal with them. He was a very powerful fighter, but still very much human. If he didn't focus on his aggressors, there was a slight, though very slim, possibility of him getting hurt, and that was a thought that Chane definitely did not wish to entertain, despite the unlikely chances.
As expected, he made short work of them, not even letting them damage his clothing as he knocked one out after another, alternating between strategic blows to their heads and blocking airways until unconsciousness set in, carefully juggling the men so they wouldn't accidentally stab each other, which he probably felt would count as spilled blood. He threw the last man into the pile and returned to Chane's side, saying, "Hmm, I suppose I should call the police to come pick them up--I doubt they're the type to learn anything from a simple beating, but maybe a few nights in jail will cool their heads," but he quickly switched gears to what he felt was a much more important matter. "So, Chane, did you have enough time to think of a reward?"
Chane nodded, having already come to her decision during a long reflection after they'd parted ways the night before, only, for one reason or another, he hadn't asked her the question yet that night. Before he could begin to guess, however, she reached out and took his hand, twining his fingers around her left ring finger and looking up to meet his eyes as understanding passed through and he immediately wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off the ground with a delighted shout. He was selfish, arrogant, narcissistic, and believed the world revolved around him, but it was too late to complain, because Chane had been caught in his orbit.
Well, I ended up getting two requests for a date between Claire and Chane, but instead of merging them together, I'll write two separate responses, and definitely do my best to keep them different somehow. This one is for you, siho308! :D I couldn't place it on the train, since I require subs to fully understand their scenes together in episodes twelve and thirteen, but it seems like you were kidding, anyway. XD
Ah, once again, I failed to break 2000 words. I guess I'm just not confidant enough about writing these two in scenes together yet. Hopefully, Ayu releases the last two episodes soon so I can get a better grasp on their "conversations" and what they think about each other. :( I tried to make up for it by describing several dates instead of just one. :D Though, I decided to be a brat and didn't refer to Claire by name even once throughout the fic. XD
Character(s)/Pairing: ClaireXChane
Genre: comedy, action, romance
Rating: no ecchi/hentai plz!
Prompt: Claire and Chane's date!(maybe on the train? joke!)
Title: Yes and No
Pairing: Claire/Chane
Other Characters: Jacuzzi
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Action
Rating: PG
Warnings: Episode 13 spoilers.
Wordcount: 1582
Total Progress: 33351/50000 = 66.70% complete
"I know exactly what you're thinking," he would say, several times a day, and there eventually came a time when he began to be more right than wrong. He had started out mostly guessing, but now was mostly knowing, after having watching her closely, studying her moods, expressions, and reactions closely, even during the times she was convinced he hadn't actually been paying attention. She was always sure to bring along some sort of method to communicate with him in the event that his boasted mind reading failed, but as the days wore on, she noticed that she needed it less and less until she finally began to wonder why she kept it on her at all, when all he had to do was ask her things to shake her head or nod to in response. He was extremely smart, and very good at asking the right questions.
At the same time, however, he was terribly selfish, narcissistic, and arrogant, which nearly drove her up the wall at times. It was almost a blessing that she'd given up her voice, because she still had no idea how she was supposed to refer to him. After they'd found each other again in Manhattan, he hadn't properly introduced himself for several days, and when she finally brought herself to write out the question, his answer had been so ambiguous that she wished she hadn't bothered. His constantly changing list of approved aliases was hard to keep track of, so Chane simply resolved to continue to think of him as Him until he decided to finally settle on something concrete.
She didn't have her own place to stay in New York, so she had decided to continue to stay with Jacuzzi Splot and his gang until she made up her mind. He would come to see her there, picking her up to take out on dates every night, asking her again and again for her answer, but Chane was still not convinced. She liked to spend time with him and she felt that they complimented each other perfectly, him making significant advances in their conversation methods, and her gradually wearing down a few of his most irritating vices, but every time she was about ready to finally agree, he would do something positively frustrating, and every time she began to entertain the notion of refusing him, he would somehow pick up on it and maneuver himself back into her good favor. How a man could turn a serious flaw like his God-complex into something charming and endearing was beyond her, but he somehow managed it every single time.
"Ch-Chane is a good girl," Jacuzzi told him upon meeting him for the first time, momentarily blocking her from leaving the apartment, shaking in his boots but refusing to back down. "Y-y-you better take good care of her!"
"I wouldn't dream of anything less," he replied, amused, lightly patting the younger man on the head with a teasing smile as Jacuzzi froze stiff underneath his hand before gently guiding him to the side so Chane could pass. "I'm glad that you were able to make such wonderful friends," he told her, offering his arm, playing the part of a gentleman.
He took her to restaurants and movies and sometimes just sat with her and talked about everything and nothing, telling her his entire life story as he slowly pieced together her own through his strategic questions and her slight nods and slow shakes. She still refused to move an inch whenever he brought up the status of his proposal, guaranteeing his continued appearance at the apartment door for many evenings to come.
The first time he had come early enough to take her out for an evening meal, they had gone to a classy restaurant, him reassuring her that he definitely could afford it since he had always been paid well for his services and had no real inclination to spend it on anything except her. The menu items were ridiculously overpriced, but seeing the look on her face, he explained that he was also paying for the atmosphere. Dubious, Chane pointed to the cheapest item on the menu, but he just replied with a secretive smile. When the waiter arrived shortly after the exchange, he ordered something completely different, and as Chane glared at him, he told her that he had already sampled the menu in preparation for their date and knew that she would enjoy it much more than what she had chosen. Her irritation with him quelled quite a bit once she took the first bite of the meal and found it just as delicious as he claimed. He watched her eat with a confidant smirk for a while before touching his own plate, but only after she shot him a slightly more intense look, causing him to laugh. She tried to stay angry with him and his presumptuous behavior, but nothing could stop the smile from creeping across her face.
He talked all the way through the first movie they'd gone to see together. Chane had still been uncomfortable in his presence at the time, and was hoping that them sitting together quietly would help ease the tension, but he had quickly lost interest in the plot and simply would not shut his mouth. When he noticed her disapproval, he switched the topic to the movie itself, mocking the story, the actors, the direction, and every little thing he felt he would have been able to do so much better. She had become more and more infuriated and embarrassed with every word that passed through his lips, only to blink in surprise when the entire theater broke out in laughter following one of his jokes. She sat through the rest of his conversation as she was slowly taken over by the mirth encompassing the rest of his audience, many of whom laughed themselves to tears. As the credits began to roll, everyone began to applaud, several people approaching them to thank him for making the failure of a film into something much more deserving of their money, and Chane realized for the first time that he had first began to speak shortly after she had begun to sink further into the seat, submitting to boredom.
One night, where they hadn't planned to do anything in particular other than walking beside each other beneath the stars, they were suddenly surrounded by a group of street thugs, interested in their money and Chane, but were taken aback when neither of them seemed to react to their demands. Chane began to reach for her weapons, but he stopped her with a thoughtful expression on his face. "I would normally remove such useless punks from existence," he told her, "but that would hardly be tasteful during a date, wouldn't it? On the other hand, I can't just forgive them for threatening you in such a manner, and who knows how many innocent people were victimized by this group, so I suppose I'm going to have to teach them a lesson, right?" The gang members, recovering from their confusion and reacting to their target's words, began to charge the two of them with their knives drawn, but he picked her up and vaulted overhead, knowing full well that she could have escaped on her own, but he seemed determined to not let her raise a finger against such riffraff. Letting her go, he suggested, "How about we make a little wager? If I can take care of them without spilling a drop of blood, can I expect some type of reward?" Chane nodded quickly, more to do with the second charge of the gang than anything, wanting him to take his attention away from her as soon as possible so he could hurry up and deal with them. He was a very powerful fighter, but still very much human. If he didn't focus on his aggressors, there was a slight, though very slim, possibility of him getting hurt, and that was a thought that Chane definitely did not wish to entertain, despite the unlikely chances.
As expected, he made short work of them, not even letting them damage his clothing as he knocked one out after another, alternating between strategic blows to their heads and blocking airways until unconsciousness set in, carefully juggling the men so they wouldn't accidentally stab each other, which he probably felt would count as spilled blood. He threw the last man into the pile and returned to Chane's side, saying, "Hmm, I suppose I should call the police to come pick them up--I doubt they're the type to learn anything from a simple beating, but maybe a few nights in jail will cool their heads," but he quickly switched gears to what he felt was a much more important matter. "So, Chane, did you have enough time to think of a reward?"
Chane nodded, having already come to her decision during a long reflection after they'd parted ways the night before, only, for one reason or another, he hadn't asked her the question yet that night. Before he could begin to guess, however, she reached out and took his hand, twining his fingers around her left ring finger and looking up to meet his eyes as understanding passed through and he immediately wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off the ground with a delighted shout. He was selfish, arrogant, narcissistic, and believed the world revolved around him, but it was too late to complain, because Chane had been caught in his orbit.