Special & Wonder [Drabbles, The World Ends With You]
Title: Special
Fandom: The World Ends With You
Characters/Pairings: Sho Minamimoto/Mitsuki Konishi
Rating: PG-13
Status: Drabble
Word Count: 273
Summary: There was nothing "special" about him.
Disclaimer: I do not own The World Ends With You, Square Enix and Jupiter do. However, I do own this story.
Notes: Written for drabbleday with prompt #121, "See".
Mituski Konishi was never one to pay attention to the Reapers (much less such vexatious ones such as he), but when the Composer himself begins to pull some strings here and there and to grant special attention to one in specific, well…
Konishi had to see for herself what was oh-so special about them, to say the least.
She pursed her lips, pushing up her glasses as she observed (definitely not stalking) The Game in action from the shadows (always, always in the shadows; see her true form in broad daylight and you’d never live to tell the tale).
Sho Minamimoto; that was the name of the artless fool who the Composer had deemed worthy of his attention (and, in professional opinion, just another vexatious chimp who is not even worthy to look at the ground the Composer walks on, much less his attention), and also the name of the foolish Reaper before her.
Konishi narrows her eyes, quickly giving him a once-over as her mind takes in every single detail. Every single aspect of him screamed delinquent, from the way he was dressed right down to the psychotic (for there was no other word for it) grin plastered on his lips.
It takes all of Konishi’s will to suppress the urge to scoff as she turns on her heel, having long since decided that she had gathered enough data about him. The fact that the Composer and the Conductor had expressed special interest in this… This Reaper was beyond her, and it would always be.
Even if she had come to see with her own eyes what was so special about him.
Title: Wonder
Fandom: The World Ends With You
Characters/Pairings: Sho Minamimoto/Mitsuki Konishi
Rating: PG-13
Status: Drabble
Word Count: 258
Summary: It is then, in a moment of epiphany, that Konishi remembers why.
Disclaimer: I do not own The World Ends With You, Square Enix and Jupiter do. However, I do own this story.
Notes: Written for drabbleday with prompt #174, "Sex".
Sometimes, Konishi wondered why she even bothered to keep him around.
Such a vexatious fool (or as he would put it, radian; but she would not stoop down to his level in an attempt to see if the fool could comprehend his own language)was not even worthy of her time, much less the Composer’s. Even with such high calcifications (a mere fluke, perhaps. There was no other logical explanation as to why an imbecile like him became an Officer), all he would ever be useful for was wrecking chaos and advancing her goals her goals, and even then, even that vexatious traitor (Daisukenojo Bito, if she recalls correctly; learning the names of such fools was not her job) was much more superior to him in her eyes.
(Because, really now, anything dealing with him was--)
Yet, none of that stopped either of them from (--direct contact. Lunging at every weak spot they would see, and touching, touching, touching) socializing. Cooperation was garbage (or so he claimed), but then again, this wasn’t cooperation, for the mere thought of even agreeing with him was enough to cause her to taste bile in her mouth.
…But then, what happens to all of that when he’s on top of her, straddling her hips and muttering unintelligible mathematical terms beneath his breath as she hooks her legs around his waist, biting her back her tongue--
(No, she would not say. No, no. She would rather give up than to say it.)
It is then that, in a moment of epiphany, Konishi remembers why.
Fandom: The World Ends With You
Characters/Pairings: Sho Minamimoto/Mitsuki Konishi
Rating: PG-13
Status: Drabble
Word Count: 273
Summary: There was nothing "special" about him.
Disclaimer: I do not own The World Ends With You, Square Enix and Jupiter do. However, I do own this story.
Notes: Written for drabbleday with prompt #121, "See".
Mituski Konishi was never one to pay attention to the Reapers (much less such vexatious ones such as he), but when the Composer himself begins to pull some strings here and there and to grant special attention to one in specific, well…
Konishi had to see for herself what was oh-so special about them, to say the least.
She pursed her lips, pushing up her glasses as she observed (definitely not stalking) The Game in action from the shadows (always, always in the shadows; see her true form in broad daylight and you’d never live to tell the tale).
Sho Minamimoto; that was the name of the artless fool who the Composer had deemed worthy of his attention (and, in professional opinion, just another vexatious chimp who is not even worthy to look at the ground the Composer walks on, much less his attention), and also the name of the foolish Reaper before her.
Konishi narrows her eyes, quickly giving him a once-over as her mind takes in every single detail. Every single aspect of him screamed delinquent, from the way he was dressed right down to the psychotic (for there was no other word for it) grin plastered on his lips.
It takes all of Konishi’s will to suppress the urge to scoff as she turns on her heel, having long since decided that she had gathered enough data about him. The fact that the Composer and the Conductor had expressed special interest in this… This Reaper was beyond her, and it would always be.
Even if she had come to see with her own eyes what was so special about him.
Title: Wonder
Fandom: The World Ends With You
Characters/Pairings: Sho Minamimoto/Mitsuki Konishi
Rating: PG-13
Status: Drabble
Word Count: 258
Summary: It is then, in a moment of epiphany, that Konishi remembers why.
Disclaimer: I do not own The World Ends With You, Square Enix and Jupiter do. However, I do own this story.
Notes: Written for drabbleday with prompt #174, "Sex".
Sometimes, Konishi wondered why she even bothered to keep him around.
Such a vexatious fool (or as he would put it, radian; but she would not stoop down to his level in an attempt to see if the fool could comprehend his own language)was not even worthy of her time, much less the Composer’s. Even with such high calcifications (a mere fluke, perhaps. There was no other logical explanation as to why an imbecile like him became an Officer), all he would ever be useful for was wrecking chaos and advancing her goals her goals, and even then, even that vexatious traitor (Daisukenojo Bito, if she recalls correctly; learning the names of such fools was not her job) was much more superior to him in her eyes.
(Because, really now, anything dealing with him was--)
Yet, none of that stopped either of them from (--direct contact. Lunging at every weak spot they would see, and touching, touching, touching) socializing. Cooperation was garbage (or so he claimed), but then again, this wasn’t cooperation, for the mere thought of even agreeing with him was enough to cause her to taste bile in her mouth.
…But then, what happens to all of that when he’s on top of her, straddling her hips and muttering unintelligible mathematical terms beneath his breath as she hooks her legs around his waist, biting her back her tongue--
(No, she would not say. No, no. She would rather give up than to say it.)
It is then that, in a moment of epiphany, Konishi remembers why.