For Tomi ♥
Three Shodai!Gaara and Neji drabbles, as requested :3
Ignore that the first one is over 100 words. Shhh.
I. All of the People (fuck 100 words; 219)
The café was crowded. Moving people blurred the lines between the counter and the floor, their high-end shined shoes making scuff marks on the tile as their hands crushed paper cups with designer coffee. The conversation drifted around him like butter dripped slowly when put in a microwave; disgusting, fatty. His tea had long grown cold, but he could smell the familiar tang of the peppermint on his fingers from where he’d touched the tea leaves-it would stay there for the day, cemented by the cold outside and later warmed to life again by a lover’s touch.
The people around him shifted, cool, methodical, industry-driven. Lying was the currency, and smiles were handed out like paper bills to cashiers that threw them into bags and took them to the bank. Even the window was cold-he could see his breath splash against it with the force of an ocean, white and clean only to fade away to a reflection that he no longer recognized alone.
There was a beacon in the crowd outside-short, red hair, stormy expression. He hated the cold and bundled against it like a fort of soldiers against a war. All the people, and this one was crystal clear in the fog.
Quickly, Hyuuga Neji ordered more tea.
And a glass of ice water. Just in case.
II. Beginnings (100)
For Gaara, it started at fireflies. There was safety in that field with grass up to their thighs and lights shifting around their heads. Discovery lay there at the foot of the forest-some feet beyond, but still dark and mysterious...not enough to draw the redhead’s attention from this, but enough for a return. The peaceful feeling at the beginning had been unusual, but that had been the beginning. Beginnings were always awkward-or so he’d heard. Nothing was ever awkward for him. Except for maybe this.
For Neji, of course, the beginning had been at “obviously.”
He counted everything.
III. Genius (100)
Hyuuga was some kind of genius, he’d heard. He studied, and read, and thought in straight lines and ridiculous logical patterns that made about as much sense as bringing a kitten home just for the sake of a “mewl,” but he’d heard that Hyuuga was a genius. There wasn’t much to be said for the fact that the boy couldn’t follow simple directions, understand the concept of there being “no blue birds left,” or that a chicken was indeed a fowl...still a genius.
Couldn’t say “no” worth a damn, either.
That part, he thought, might be a little endearing.
Andddd...
*smexes*
*crashes*
Ignore that the first one is over 100 words. Shhh.
I. All of the People (fuck 100 words; 219)
The café was crowded. Moving people blurred the lines between the counter and the floor, their high-end shined shoes making scuff marks on the tile as their hands crushed paper cups with designer coffee. The conversation drifted around him like butter dripped slowly when put in a microwave; disgusting, fatty. His tea had long grown cold, but he could smell the familiar tang of the peppermint on his fingers from where he’d touched the tea leaves-it would stay there for the day, cemented by the cold outside and later warmed to life again by a lover’s touch.
The people around him shifted, cool, methodical, industry-driven. Lying was the currency, and smiles were handed out like paper bills to cashiers that threw them into bags and took them to the bank. Even the window was cold-he could see his breath splash against it with the force of an ocean, white and clean only to fade away to a reflection that he no longer recognized alone.
There was a beacon in the crowd outside-short, red hair, stormy expression. He hated the cold and bundled against it like a fort of soldiers against a war. All the people, and this one was crystal clear in the fog.
Quickly, Hyuuga Neji ordered more tea.
And a glass of ice water. Just in case.
II. Beginnings (100)
For Gaara, it started at fireflies. There was safety in that field with grass up to their thighs and lights shifting around their heads. Discovery lay there at the foot of the forest-some feet beyond, but still dark and mysterious...not enough to draw the redhead’s attention from this, but enough for a return. The peaceful feeling at the beginning had been unusual, but that had been the beginning. Beginnings were always awkward-or so he’d heard. Nothing was ever awkward for him. Except for maybe this.
For Neji, of course, the beginning had been at “obviously.”
He counted everything.
III. Genius (100)
Hyuuga was some kind of genius, he’d heard. He studied, and read, and thought in straight lines and ridiculous logical patterns that made about as much sense as bringing a kitten home just for the sake of a “mewl,” but he’d heard that Hyuuga was a genius. There wasn’t much to be said for the fact that the boy couldn’t follow simple directions, understand the concept of there being “no blue birds left,” or that a chicken was indeed a fowl...still a genius.
Couldn’t say “no” worth a damn, either.
That part, he thought, might be a little endearing.
Andddd...
*smexes*
*crashes*