Ficlets from Memes and Things
Assorted things written for fic memes and from prompts.
All standard disclaimers apply.
Warnings: Range from fluffy and cute to wee bit disturbing to "Uh, I can explain that..."
Dick had known, on some level, that Batman was at least acquainted with Superman. But knowing that, and actually seeing Superman land on one of Gotham's rooftops to talk with Batman, were two different things. So, Dick figured, he couldn't really be blamed for staring.
But when Superman looked at him, he wished he hadn't, because that look felt like it went right through him. Maybe it did. This was Superman. You never knew with him.
Superman turned to talk to Batman, but threw an occasional doubtful glance in Dick's direction. And, because Robin was not called fearless Boy Wonder for nothing, Dick bravely resisted the urge to go hide behind Batman's cape.
*
Being carried by Superman made Dick feel like the little boy he was when he started. For one, he loved flying like this. He was called Flying Grayson once, true, but compared to this, compared to actual flying, what he did was about as clumsy as trying to cut paper with a chainsaw.
Second... well, it was Superman. Which wasn't to say Dick didn't love it whenever Donna flied him around, but being carried by Superman was, like, everyone's secret fantasy. At least everyone's Dick knew. Maybe even Bruce's. He knew about the piece of kryptonite in the Batcave, but from Bruce, that was love.
Superman landed, and it was all over too soon. Dick looked searchingly up at his face, feeling himself blush a bit. But Superman's smile was fond, so it was all right.
*
Dick has gotten used to people landing behind him, now. Even if spending time with people like Kory and Donna hadn't prepared him for it, Bruce's habit of jumping out of the shadows without warning would have. Still, he couldn't help but be a bit startled.
"Dick?" Superman asked. "Why are you in Metropolis? Is everything all right?"
He could do this, he told himself. He was an adult now. No more Boy Wonder. No more hiding behind the Robin mask, even if Bruce hadn't taken it away.
"Bru--Batman, he..." That didn't feel like the right place to start. Nothing felt. Dick suddenly feared he couldn't tell what he had come to tell, couldn't ask for the advice he yearned after all. But then he didn't have to, because Superman's hand was on his shoulder, and Dick remembered just why everyone was a little bit in love with Superman.
"Clark," he said.
---
Unceremoniously, Juumonji set two glasses on the table in front of Kuroki and Toganou. "What's that?" Kuroki said and looked at their content dumbly.
"Milk," Juumonji said.
The other two stared at him. "Huh?" Toganou said finally.
"You're going to drink it," Juumonji informed them.
"Why?"
"Good for bones."
"What's the big idea?" Kuroki asked. "You've been acting all weird lately."
"I want us to do well," Juumonji said.
"Yes?"
"And you want to do well, too."
"Well, yes."
"So, either you drink this, or you eat calcium tablets, it's your choice."
Toganou squinted at him suspiciously. "It's Hiruma, isn't it? He set you up to do this. He has some sort of blackmail on you we don't know about, right?"
Juumonji rolled his eyes. "Drink your goddamn milk."
---
Juumonji had gone back and bought that magazine later. The one with that article. He glances at it every time he feels like starting smoking again.
He can no longer deny the desire to rise above what he was. To train. To become something better, for all of them to become something better. Even if Toganou and Kuroki do not seem as enthusiastic as he about the idea. He sometimes thinks the article might encourage them, too, but he can't seem to work up the guts to show it to them, because it might discourage them too. And...
Well, Juumonji doesn't want to stay the way he is. But if his friends will remain trash, then he will, too.
---
Natsume didn't ask where Ruka had gotten the bunny. He didn't even ask why Ruka had brought it inside. "You know you can't keep it," was all he said.
"I know."
"You can't hide it either. They'll find out eventually. They always do."
"I know."
And Natsume also didn't ask why Ruka bothered, then. He didn't ask why Ruka tried to hold onto anything when the school, this world, always took everything away in the end.
There was no explanation anyone could give that would make sense to Natsume.
---
They had sent this after him?
Voldemort had not seriously expected that the muggles could threaten him in any way, so when he had Apparated in the home of this supposed super spy they had sent after him, he had not expected much. Still, this? This strange little man with disgusting chest hair and a house decorated in all the colours of the rainbow?
It was practically an insult.
"You are Austin Powers?" he asked, just to make sure.
"The one and only!"
And maybe it was just curiousity, or something else, but there was something almost infectuous about that grin. So instead of hexing the man right there, he knelt down, reached out, and ran his fingers across Austin's face, stopping when they were beneath his chin.
Voldemort looked at him. The man's grin widened in what was almost like an answer. "Shaggadelig, babe!"
---
One morning, Kaga was surprised to find the red-headed kid from that shitty go club (Mitani or something) sitting on one of the fence posts near the school. Well, not that surprised, it was a well known fact that said go club housed weirdos. But surprised enough to stop and stare.
"Meow," Mitani said.
Kaga grinned despite himself. "Well, aren't you the cutest little kitty," he said to Mitani.
"Meow," said Mitani again.
Kaga reached out to scratch Mitani behind his ear, and was satisfied when the other started to purr contently.
---
Gaara doesn't feel alone. He can't, with the demon under his skin.
Sometimes, however, he feels lonely, and at those times he can but think.
He thinks of the person who never really loved him, and still wonders if he did something wrong. He thinks of the family that fears him. He thinks of a boy who hurt him for the first time, and whom Gaara nearly killed for his trouble.
He thinks of another young boy who understood, because he, too, lived with a demon, and wonders if they could have been close. But he is not here, and Gaara feels lonely still.
---
"You're not Sasuke," Neji said, staring at Naruto as well as he could.
"Damn right I'm not," Naruto said. "Why'd you want him, anyway?"
"I... it's usually always him in these situations," Neji said, and waved around vaguely.
"You two hang around in barrels often?"
"It just sort of happens that way," Neji said.
"What on Earth do you do in barrels, anyway?" Naruto peered at Neji suspiciously. At least, Neji thought he did, it was a bit dark to tell. "Are you having an affair or something?"
"Well, it depends." Neji shifted uncomfortably. "On what. Er. You mean with an affair."
Naruto snorted. "I kiss better than him, anyway." And then he kissed Neji until he admitted he did.
---
Orochimaru had said Sasuke would need to become strong, so when he felt the man's tongue in his mouth, he decided to bite it. This had no effect on Orochimaru whatsoever.
Sasuke wondered, if he could not fight off this, what could he fight off? So he bit down harder, until he could feel the skin break and taste blood in his mouth.
And then he felt Orochimaru's tongue move, and as if a flip had been switched, nausea washed over him. He let go instantly, pushed himself away and turned to spit to the ground.
"A stronger man would have bitten it off," he heard Orochimaru say, and looked up. Though blood was dripping out of his mouth, Orochimaru had had no noticeable problem speaking.
Still so weak.
Sasuke swallowed. "The next time, I will," he said. He licked his lips, slowly and deliberately, and resolved to drink nothing to wash off the taste for the rest of the day.
---
"She'll know. If she doesn't already," Scott said, much more coherent than Logan would have wanted anyone to be after kissing them. He was, however, pleased to note the brat was holding onto the piece of chalk he had in his hand like his life depended on it.
"If she asks, tell her she can join in."
Scott threw the chalk at his head.
---
Kuroyanagi picked up one fallen feather and looked at it. Apparently, on the Meister's scale, he rated... pigeon. He tried to decide whether he thought this was a good thing or not.
He glanced at Kirisaki, who even now looked as composed as ever, damn him. "I thought this only happened with bread."
Kirisaki smiled impishly. "Would you like to see if I can get a reaction out of you, too?"
---
Kawachi sighed in frustration. You'd think that a library in the city that held international baking contests would have some cook books in Japanese, but if it did, Kawachi had not found them. He really ought to have just asked Pierrot.
He turned, and suddenly he noticed a familiar looking man sitting by one of the tables. He blinked. It was Suwabara.
"What are you doing here?" he yelled and pointed at Suwabara.
Suwabara looked up from the book and turned in Kawachi's direction. If he was surprised to see Kawachi, he didn't show it. "I'm reading," he said.
"What!? You read French?"
Suwabara's stare could only be described as contemptuous. "Of course I don't," he said, and turned back to read it again. "This book is in English."
Which. It was still fairly impressive Suwabara knew English well enough to do that, but damn if Kawachi was going to say it. Instead, he walked over to Suwabara and looked over his shoulder. It was a book about baking, not that Kawachi had expected otherwise, and he was pleasantly surprised to find out that while he couldn't understand everything, he understood enough. So he stood there, reading over Suwabara's shoulder, and waited for him to tell Kawachi to stop and go away.
He didn't.
All standard disclaimers apply.
Warnings: Range from fluffy and cute to wee bit disturbing to "Uh, I can explain that..."
Dick had known, on some level, that Batman was at least acquainted with Superman. But knowing that, and actually seeing Superman land on one of Gotham's rooftops to talk with Batman, were two different things. So, Dick figured, he couldn't really be blamed for staring.
But when Superman looked at him, he wished he hadn't, because that look felt like it went right through him. Maybe it did. This was Superman. You never knew with him.
Superman turned to talk to Batman, but threw an occasional doubtful glance in Dick's direction. And, because Robin was not called fearless Boy Wonder for nothing, Dick bravely resisted the urge to go hide behind Batman's cape.
*
Being carried by Superman made Dick feel like the little boy he was when he started. For one, he loved flying like this. He was called Flying Grayson once, true, but compared to this, compared to actual flying, what he did was about as clumsy as trying to cut paper with a chainsaw.
Second... well, it was Superman. Which wasn't to say Dick didn't love it whenever Donna flied him around, but being carried by Superman was, like, everyone's secret fantasy. At least everyone's Dick knew. Maybe even Bruce's. He knew about the piece of kryptonite in the Batcave, but from Bruce, that was love.
Superman landed, and it was all over too soon. Dick looked searchingly up at his face, feeling himself blush a bit. But Superman's smile was fond, so it was all right.
*
Dick has gotten used to people landing behind him, now. Even if spending time with people like Kory and Donna hadn't prepared him for it, Bruce's habit of jumping out of the shadows without warning would have. Still, he couldn't help but be a bit startled.
"Dick?" Superman asked. "Why are you in Metropolis? Is everything all right?"
He could do this, he told himself. He was an adult now. No more Boy Wonder. No more hiding behind the Robin mask, even if Bruce hadn't taken it away.
"Bru--Batman, he..." That didn't feel like the right place to start. Nothing felt. Dick suddenly feared he couldn't tell what he had come to tell, couldn't ask for the advice he yearned after all. But then he didn't have to, because Superman's hand was on his shoulder, and Dick remembered just why everyone was a little bit in love with Superman.
"Clark," he said.
---
Unceremoniously, Juumonji set two glasses on the table in front of Kuroki and Toganou. "What's that?" Kuroki said and looked at their content dumbly.
"Milk," Juumonji said.
The other two stared at him. "Huh?" Toganou said finally.
"You're going to drink it," Juumonji informed them.
"Why?"
"Good for bones."
"What's the big idea?" Kuroki asked. "You've been acting all weird lately."
"I want us to do well," Juumonji said.
"Yes?"
"And you want to do well, too."
"Well, yes."
"So, either you drink this, or you eat calcium tablets, it's your choice."
Toganou squinted at him suspiciously. "It's Hiruma, isn't it? He set you up to do this. He has some sort of blackmail on you we don't know about, right?"
Juumonji rolled his eyes. "Drink your goddamn milk."
---
Juumonji had gone back and bought that magazine later. The one with that article. He glances at it every time he feels like starting smoking again.
He can no longer deny the desire to rise above what he was. To train. To become something better, for all of them to become something better. Even if Toganou and Kuroki do not seem as enthusiastic as he about the idea. He sometimes thinks the article might encourage them, too, but he can't seem to work up the guts to show it to them, because it might discourage them too. And...
Well, Juumonji doesn't want to stay the way he is. But if his friends will remain trash, then he will, too.
---
Natsume didn't ask where Ruka had gotten the bunny. He didn't even ask why Ruka had brought it inside. "You know you can't keep it," was all he said.
"I know."
"You can't hide it either. They'll find out eventually. They always do."
"I know."
And Natsume also didn't ask why Ruka bothered, then. He didn't ask why Ruka tried to hold onto anything when the school, this world, always took everything away in the end.
There was no explanation anyone could give that would make sense to Natsume.
---
They had sent this after him?
Voldemort had not seriously expected that the muggles could threaten him in any way, so when he had Apparated in the home of this supposed super spy they had sent after him, he had not expected much. Still, this? This strange little man with disgusting chest hair and a house decorated in all the colours of the rainbow?
It was practically an insult.
"You are Austin Powers?" he asked, just to make sure.
"The one and only!"
And maybe it was just curiousity, or something else, but there was something almost infectuous about that grin. So instead of hexing the man right there, he knelt down, reached out, and ran his fingers across Austin's face, stopping when they were beneath his chin.
Voldemort looked at him. The man's grin widened in what was almost like an answer. "Shaggadelig, babe!"
---
One morning, Kaga was surprised to find the red-headed kid from that shitty go club (Mitani or something) sitting on one of the fence posts near the school. Well, not that surprised, it was a well known fact that said go club housed weirdos. But surprised enough to stop and stare.
"Meow," Mitani said.
Kaga grinned despite himself. "Well, aren't you the cutest little kitty," he said to Mitani.
"Meow," said Mitani again.
Kaga reached out to scratch Mitani behind his ear, and was satisfied when the other started to purr contently.
---
Gaara doesn't feel alone. He can't, with the demon under his skin.
Sometimes, however, he feels lonely, and at those times he can but think.
He thinks of the person who never really loved him, and still wonders if he did something wrong. He thinks of the family that fears him. He thinks of a boy who hurt him for the first time, and whom Gaara nearly killed for his trouble.
He thinks of another young boy who understood, because he, too, lived with a demon, and wonders if they could have been close. But he is not here, and Gaara feels lonely still.
---
"You're not Sasuke," Neji said, staring at Naruto as well as he could.
"Damn right I'm not," Naruto said. "Why'd you want him, anyway?"
"I... it's usually always him in these situations," Neji said, and waved around vaguely.
"You two hang around in barrels often?"
"It just sort of happens that way," Neji said.
"What on Earth do you do in barrels, anyway?" Naruto peered at Neji suspiciously. At least, Neji thought he did, it was a bit dark to tell. "Are you having an affair or something?"
"Well, it depends." Neji shifted uncomfortably. "On what. Er. You mean with an affair."
Naruto snorted. "I kiss better than him, anyway." And then he kissed Neji until he admitted he did.
---
Orochimaru had said Sasuke would need to become strong, so when he felt the man's tongue in his mouth, he decided to bite it. This had no effect on Orochimaru whatsoever.
Sasuke wondered, if he could not fight off this, what could he fight off? So he bit down harder, until he could feel the skin break and taste blood in his mouth.
And then he felt Orochimaru's tongue move, and as if a flip had been switched, nausea washed over him. He let go instantly, pushed himself away and turned to spit to the ground.
"A stronger man would have bitten it off," he heard Orochimaru say, and looked up. Though blood was dripping out of his mouth, Orochimaru had had no noticeable problem speaking.
Still so weak.
Sasuke swallowed. "The next time, I will," he said. He licked his lips, slowly and deliberately, and resolved to drink nothing to wash off the taste for the rest of the day.
---
"She'll know. If she doesn't already," Scott said, much more coherent than Logan would have wanted anyone to be after kissing them. He was, however, pleased to note the brat was holding onto the piece of chalk he had in his hand like his life depended on it.
"If she asks, tell her she can join in."
Scott threw the chalk at his head.
---
Kuroyanagi picked up one fallen feather and looked at it. Apparently, on the Meister's scale, he rated... pigeon. He tried to decide whether he thought this was a good thing or not.
He glanced at Kirisaki, who even now looked as composed as ever, damn him. "I thought this only happened with bread."
Kirisaki smiled impishly. "Would you like to see if I can get a reaction out of you, too?"
---
Kawachi sighed in frustration. You'd think that a library in the city that held international baking contests would have some cook books in Japanese, but if it did, Kawachi had not found them. He really ought to have just asked Pierrot.
He turned, and suddenly he noticed a familiar looking man sitting by one of the tables. He blinked. It was Suwabara.
"What are you doing here?" he yelled and pointed at Suwabara.
Suwabara looked up from the book and turned in Kawachi's direction. If he was surprised to see Kawachi, he didn't show it. "I'm reading," he said.
"What!? You read French?"
Suwabara's stare could only be described as contemptuous. "Of course I don't," he said, and turned back to read it again. "This book is in English."
Which. It was still fairly impressive Suwabara knew English well enough to do that, but damn if Kawachi was going to say it. Instead, he walked over to Suwabara and looked over his shoulder. It was a book about baking, not that Kawachi had expected otherwise, and he was pleasantly surprised to find out that while he couldn't understand everything, he understood enough. So he stood there, reading over Suwabara's shoulder, and waited for him to tell Kawachi to stop and go away.
He didn't.