Multifandom Drabbles [X/Tokyo Babylon, BLEACH/HnG, BtVS/xxxHOLiC, YnM, Prince of Tennis; G - PG-13]
Title: Matchmaker
Author: doumeki
Fandom: X, Tokyo Babylon
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Characters: Sorata, Hokuto
Wordcount: 250
Author's Notes: Written for iambickilometer for the 250 Word Drabble Meme on my journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own X or its characters. They belong to the gods known as CLAMP. I'm only taking them for a spin.
“Now, now, Sora-chan,” Hokuto chides as she grabs the next order and makes her way to the bar. “You have to let Arashi-san know or you’ll never have a good relationship like Subaru-kun and Sei-chan!”
Sorata looks at her and blinks. “What part about their relationship is good?” he asks when she comes back. “Last I checked, Sakurazuka disappeared, leaving Sumeragi-san alone.”
Hokuto waved her hand in front of her as if dispersing the words before they reached her. “Nonsense. Sei-chan is on a business trip. Subaru just needs to learn to deal with Sei-chan going away for a while.”
“But Sakurazuka also tried to kill you, Hokuto-chan.”
“But he didn’t,” Hokuto pointed out. “Sei-chan stopped, and we had a nice long talk in which I told him his issues and how to deal with them. And now he and Subaru are one happy couple!”
Sorata didn’t say anything, just started making the next order. “But,” he finally said, “Nee-chan and I aren’t like Sumeragi-san and Sakurazuka. We’re… I don’t know… Sane.”
“Which is why you will pick her up at eight o’clock tonight and take her to dinner and a movie,” Hokuto informed him. “A normal date for a normal couple. It’s already set!”
“Eh? How?”
“I told Arashi-san you’ll come and get her, so you better not be late. She seems like the type to get very angry if you’re late,” Hokuto told him with a smile.
“You don’t know the half of it,” he muttered to himself.
Title: Balance of Attention
Author: doumeki
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG
Genre: AU-ish
Characters: Tezuka/Fuji
Wordcount: 250
Author's Notes: Written for aiwritingfic for the 250 Word Drabble Meme on my journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own or its characters. They belong to . I'm only taking them for a spin.
Tezuka looked around the front lobby, surveying the guests and keeping an eye out for anyone who looked even the slightest bit unhappy.
“Always on the lookout, eh, Tezuka?” a voice said beside him, and he turned a stern gaze on Fuji Syuusuke. “Sometimes it’s okay for people to be unhappy, and sometimes, it has nothing to do with the hotel.”
“I will not allow my guests to be unhappy whilst in my hotel,” Tezuka asserted. “A guest who has a pleasant time will be more apt to come back.”
“True,” Fuji allowed, “but a guest who has been badgered to death for frowning by the hotel manager will be less likely to visit a second time.”
Tezuka frowned. Fuji had a point, but he still felt that he should do what he could to rectify any problems, and told Fuji so.
“I’m not saying you shouldn’t, Tezuka,” Fuji said. “I’m merely suggesting that, if a guest were unhappy with their stay and not a personal matter, they would bring it to your attention, and you could fix it to your heart’s content. Until then, you should come with me.”
Suddenly, Tezuka was being dragged away by Fuji in the direction of the offices. “Is there something you wish to discuss with me, Fuji?”
Fuji turned and smiled wickedly at him. “Something like that,” he replied. “I would like to speak with you about your sudden lack of attention when it comes to me, you see.”
Tezuka didn’t fight back.
Title: Realities Left Unspoken
Author: doumeki
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, xxxHOLiC
Rating: PG
Genre: Crossover
Characters: Willow/Tara, Buffy, Yuuko
Wordcount: 250
Author's Notes: Written for measuringlife for the 250 Word Drabble Meme on my journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, xxxHOLiC or its characters. They belong to the gods known as Joss Whedon and CLAMP. I'm only taking them for a spin.
It takes Willow two hours to convince Buffy that using a portal to go to Japan is better than buying a plane ticket and flying. We’ll be there and back in an hour, she says, and Buffy finally relents, her desire to know more about Glory than the Council can tell her outweighing her desire to keep Willow from exhausting herself.
Tara helps her create and stabilize the portal, and then steps through. A moment later, they are in front of an old gate that is infused with a magic that Willow does not recognize.
Shall we? Tara asks, looking at the ornate house on the other side of the gate, and Willow nods.
There is a woman with long black hair waiting for them on the porch as they pass through the gate, and Willow wishes she had left Tara at home. She didn’t see the woman appear, and she has heard many mixed things about the Butterfly Mage.
You have a wish, the woman says slowly, looking at them with curiosity. You have no need for me. She has her answer: death is her gift. She will understand in time.
Willow does not understand nor is that truly an answer to the question they did not ask, but she nods and turns around, taking Tara with her.
When she tells Buffy what the Mage said, Buffy looks sick and excuses herself. Willow has the feeling they won’t come away from this battle unscathed, and hopes she is wrong.
Title: A Prize to be Won
Author: doumeki
Fandom: BLEACH, Hikaru no Go
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crossover
Characters: Ichigo/Yashiro, Yeong-ha
Wordcount: 250
Author's Notes: Written for umarekawareru for the 250 Word Drabble Meme on my journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH, Hikaru no Go or its characters. They belong to Tite Kubo and Obata Takeshi & Hotta Yumi. I'm only taking them for a spin.
“BANKAI!” Ichigo yells, slashing Zangetsu through the air while Yashiro swears and starts to run. He’s not stupid enough to stay put while Ichigo goes all bankai on him. He’ll never get to use his bankai unless he’s far enough away that it takes Ichigo a few seconds to get to him.
Ichigo is grinning wildly, and Yashiro curses under his breath. This wasn’t what he thought they’d be doing when he asked the idiot out on a date.
He stops suddenly and Ichigo speeds past him. Yashiro takes the opportunity to raise his zanpakuto and grins. “BANKAI!”
“Oh, so you finally went bankai?” Ichigo asks. “This should be fun.”
Yashiro rolls his eyes calls back, “Prepare to get your ass kicked. Then you have to take me on a real date, asshole.”
“That’ll never happen,” another voice chimes in, and Yashiro clenches his teeth before turning around.
“I’ll kill you,” he says to the Arrancar. “I don’t care if you’re an Espada.”
“But, Chibi. Yo soy el primero espada ahora,” Ko calls back with a smile.
“Don’t care, Ko,” Yashiro says. “Between me and Ichigo, we can kick your ass.”
“I’d like to see you try, Chibi.”
“If we win,” Ichigo calls, “you leave my boyfriend alone.”
“If I win,” Ko replies, “the chibi is mine.”
“Wait, what?”
They both ignore him. “Let’s go,” Ichigo says.
“My pleasure,” Ko replies.
And the fight begins, while Yashiro yells from the sideline that he’s not a fucking prize to be won.
Title: The Art of Raising Adults
Author: doumeki
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Characters: Tatsumi/Watari, 003
Wordcount: 250
Author's Notes: Written for myself for the 250 Word Drabble Meme on my journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei or its characters. They belong to Matsushita Yoko. I'm only taking them for a spin.
003 sat on her human’s shoulder, watching as he fought with her other human.
“Watari-san, I cannot justify increasing your budget when I use so much of my budget fixing the explosions that you accidentally create,” her other human was arguing, and 003 thought that maybe he had a point.
After all, her tail feathers had been singed in her human’s last explosion. She was still upset by that.
“I just need 100,000 yen more, Tatsumi,” her human countered, and from the look on Tatsumi’s face, it wasn’t going to work.
“Absolutely not,” Tatsumi said, straightening his files with a little more force than necessary, 003 thought.
She hopped off of Watari’s shoulder and fluttered onto the desk, nudging the piles of paper gently, showing him how to do it.
“You’re upsetting her, Tatsumi,” Watari said, sounding upset. She looked up and saw her human pouting, and gave a little chirp. He seemed to take it as agreement and pointed. “See?”
“If anyone is upsetting her, Watari-san, it would be you.”
“Are you saying I’m a bad parent?”
“003 is an owl, Watari. She’s far more capable of taking care of herself than you are.”
Watari scooped her up. “Fine,” he huffed as 003 burrowed into his hair and nipped at a stray strand, “I see how it is. You don’t care about me or 003.”
“I’m still not increasing your budget, Watari-san.”
Watari’s shoulders slumped in utter defeat.
003 shook her head as they left. They never changed. Children.
Title: Lessons Better Learned
Author: doumeki
Fandom: BLEACH, Hikaru no Go
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen
Characters: Nase, Orihime
Wordcount: 250
Author's Notes: Written for aoyagi for the 250 Word Drabble Meme on my journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH, Hikaru no Go or its characters. They belong to Tite Kubo and Obata Takeshi & Hotta Yumi. I'm only taking them for a spin.
“Now, Orihime-chan,” Nase says, looking at her very seriously. “Old men are perverts. Especially Ogata-sensei.”
Orihime-chan tilts her head to the side. “But Ogata-sensei seems nice. He offered to show me his fish!”
Nase shudders. “Just because he wants to show you his fish doesn’t me he doesn’t want to show another kind of fish.” Nase wonders if Orihime-san will understand. Somehow, she doubts it.
“Oh. Is it okay to go see the toys Kuwabara-sensei said he’ll show me?”
Nase pales. This girl was worse than she thought. “No. Under no circumstances should you be alone with Kuwabara-sensei.”
She has heard the types of things he does to unsuspecting people. Shindou-kun has told her horror stories. So has Ogata-sensei.
“Stick with me,” Nase decides. “I’ll introduce you to the people it’s okay to hang out with.”
Orihime-chan smiles. “Thank you, Nase-san,” she says. “Tatsuki-chan will be happy to know that someone is looking out for me!”
Nase nods and stands up. “Let’s go to Waya’s study group. They’re a bit loud, and I’m the only girl, but they’re good people. They won’t try to look down your shirt or up your skirt.” She thinks for a minute. “Well, Waya might, but you can always just kick him.”
“Okay! Should I bring anything? Maybe I should cook something,” Orihime-chan starts fretting. “And I don’t want to intrude, so maybe I should make smores with beets and licorice?”
“How about we buy cookies and you can bring those,” Nase suggests, frowning.
“Okay!”
Author: doumeki
Fandom: X, Tokyo Babylon
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Characters: Sorata, Hokuto
Wordcount: 250
Author's Notes: Written for iambickilometer for the 250 Word Drabble Meme on my journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own X or its characters. They belong to the gods known as CLAMP. I'm only taking them for a spin.
“Now, now, Sora-chan,” Hokuto chides as she grabs the next order and makes her way to the bar. “You have to let Arashi-san know or you’ll never have a good relationship like Subaru-kun and Sei-chan!”
Sorata looks at her and blinks. “What part about their relationship is good?” he asks when she comes back. “Last I checked, Sakurazuka disappeared, leaving Sumeragi-san alone.”
Hokuto waved her hand in front of her as if dispersing the words before they reached her. “Nonsense. Sei-chan is on a business trip. Subaru just needs to learn to deal with Sei-chan going away for a while.”
“But Sakurazuka also tried to kill you, Hokuto-chan.”
“But he didn’t,” Hokuto pointed out. “Sei-chan stopped, and we had a nice long talk in which I told him his issues and how to deal with them. And now he and Subaru are one happy couple!”
Sorata didn’t say anything, just started making the next order. “But,” he finally said, “Nee-chan and I aren’t like Sumeragi-san and Sakurazuka. We’re… I don’t know… Sane.”
“Which is why you will pick her up at eight o’clock tonight and take her to dinner and a movie,” Hokuto informed him. “A normal date for a normal couple. It’s already set!”
“Eh? How?”
“I told Arashi-san you’ll come and get her, so you better not be late. She seems like the type to get very angry if you’re late,” Hokuto told him with a smile.
“You don’t know the half of it,” he muttered to himself.
Title: Balance of Attention
Author: doumeki
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG
Genre: AU-ish
Characters: Tezuka/Fuji
Wordcount: 250
Author's Notes: Written for aiwritingfic for the 250 Word Drabble Meme on my journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own or its characters. They belong to . I'm only taking them for a spin.
Tezuka looked around the front lobby, surveying the guests and keeping an eye out for anyone who looked even the slightest bit unhappy.
“Always on the lookout, eh, Tezuka?” a voice said beside him, and he turned a stern gaze on Fuji Syuusuke. “Sometimes it’s okay for people to be unhappy, and sometimes, it has nothing to do with the hotel.”
“I will not allow my guests to be unhappy whilst in my hotel,” Tezuka asserted. “A guest who has a pleasant time will be more apt to come back.”
“True,” Fuji allowed, “but a guest who has been badgered to death for frowning by the hotel manager will be less likely to visit a second time.”
Tezuka frowned. Fuji had a point, but he still felt that he should do what he could to rectify any problems, and told Fuji so.
“I’m not saying you shouldn’t, Tezuka,” Fuji said. “I’m merely suggesting that, if a guest were unhappy with their stay and not a personal matter, they would bring it to your attention, and you could fix it to your heart’s content. Until then, you should come with me.”
Suddenly, Tezuka was being dragged away by Fuji in the direction of the offices. “Is there something you wish to discuss with me, Fuji?”
Fuji turned and smiled wickedly at him. “Something like that,” he replied. “I would like to speak with you about your sudden lack of attention when it comes to me, you see.”
Tezuka didn’t fight back.
Title: Realities Left Unspoken
Author: doumeki
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, xxxHOLiC
Rating: PG
Genre: Crossover
Characters: Willow/Tara, Buffy, Yuuko
Wordcount: 250
Author's Notes: Written for measuringlife for the 250 Word Drabble Meme on my journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, xxxHOLiC or its characters. They belong to the gods known as Joss Whedon and CLAMP. I'm only taking them for a spin.
It takes Willow two hours to convince Buffy that using a portal to go to Japan is better than buying a plane ticket and flying. We’ll be there and back in an hour, she says, and Buffy finally relents, her desire to know more about Glory than the Council can tell her outweighing her desire to keep Willow from exhausting herself.
Tara helps her create and stabilize the portal, and then steps through. A moment later, they are in front of an old gate that is infused with a magic that Willow does not recognize.
Shall we? Tara asks, looking at the ornate house on the other side of the gate, and Willow nods.
There is a woman with long black hair waiting for them on the porch as they pass through the gate, and Willow wishes she had left Tara at home. She didn’t see the woman appear, and she has heard many mixed things about the Butterfly Mage.
You have a wish, the woman says slowly, looking at them with curiosity. You have no need for me. She has her answer: death is her gift. She will understand in time.
Willow does not understand nor is that truly an answer to the question they did not ask, but she nods and turns around, taking Tara with her.
When she tells Buffy what the Mage said, Buffy looks sick and excuses herself. Willow has the feeling they won’t come away from this battle unscathed, and hopes she is wrong.
Title: A Prize to be Won
Author: doumeki
Fandom: BLEACH, Hikaru no Go
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crossover
Characters: Ichigo/Yashiro, Yeong-ha
Wordcount: 250
Author's Notes: Written for umarekawareru for the 250 Word Drabble Meme on my journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH, Hikaru no Go or its characters. They belong to Tite Kubo and Obata Takeshi & Hotta Yumi. I'm only taking them for a spin.
“BANKAI!” Ichigo yells, slashing Zangetsu through the air while Yashiro swears and starts to run. He’s not stupid enough to stay put while Ichigo goes all bankai on him. He’ll never get to use his bankai unless he’s far enough away that it takes Ichigo a few seconds to get to him.
Ichigo is grinning wildly, and Yashiro curses under his breath. This wasn’t what he thought they’d be doing when he asked the idiot out on a date.
He stops suddenly and Ichigo speeds past him. Yashiro takes the opportunity to raise his zanpakuto and grins. “BANKAI!”
“Oh, so you finally went bankai?” Ichigo asks. “This should be fun.”
Yashiro rolls his eyes calls back, “Prepare to get your ass kicked. Then you have to take me on a real date, asshole.”
“That’ll never happen,” another voice chimes in, and Yashiro clenches his teeth before turning around.
“I’ll kill you,” he says to the Arrancar. “I don’t care if you’re an Espada.”
“But, Chibi. Yo soy el primero espada ahora,” Ko calls back with a smile.
“Don’t care, Ko,” Yashiro says. “Between me and Ichigo, we can kick your ass.”
“I’d like to see you try, Chibi.”
“If we win,” Ichigo calls, “you leave my boyfriend alone.”
“If I win,” Ko replies, “the chibi is mine.”
“Wait, what?”
They both ignore him. “Let’s go,” Ichigo says.
“My pleasure,” Ko replies.
And the fight begins, while Yashiro yells from the sideline that he’s not a fucking prize to be won.
Title: The Art of Raising Adults
Author: doumeki
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Characters: Tatsumi/Watari, 003
Wordcount: 250
Author's Notes: Written for myself for the 250 Word Drabble Meme on my journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei or its characters. They belong to Matsushita Yoko. I'm only taking them for a spin.
003 sat on her human’s shoulder, watching as he fought with her other human.
“Watari-san, I cannot justify increasing your budget when I use so much of my budget fixing the explosions that you accidentally create,” her other human was arguing, and 003 thought that maybe he had a point.
After all, her tail feathers had been singed in her human’s last explosion. She was still upset by that.
“I just need 100,000 yen more, Tatsumi,” her human countered, and from the look on Tatsumi’s face, it wasn’t going to work.
“Absolutely not,” Tatsumi said, straightening his files with a little more force than necessary, 003 thought.
She hopped off of Watari’s shoulder and fluttered onto the desk, nudging the piles of paper gently, showing him how to do it.
“You’re upsetting her, Tatsumi,” Watari said, sounding upset. She looked up and saw her human pouting, and gave a little chirp. He seemed to take it as agreement and pointed. “See?”
“If anyone is upsetting her, Watari-san, it would be you.”
“Are you saying I’m a bad parent?”
“003 is an owl, Watari. She’s far more capable of taking care of herself than you are.”
Watari scooped her up. “Fine,” he huffed as 003 burrowed into his hair and nipped at a stray strand, “I see how it is. You don’t care about me or 003.”
“I’m still not increasing your budget, Watari-san.”
Watari’s shoulders slumped in utter defeat.
003 shook her head as they left. They never changed. Children.
Title: Lessons Better Learned
Author: doumeki
Fandom: BLEACH, Hikaru no Go
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen
Characters: Nase, Orihime
Wordcount: 250
Author's Notes: Written for aoyagi for the 250 Word Drabble Meme on my journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH, Hikaru no Go or its characters. They belong to Tite Kubo and Obata Takeshi & Hotta Yumi. I'm only taking them for a spin.
“Now, Orihime-chan,” Nase says, looking at her very seriously. “Old men are perverts. Especially Ogata-sensei.”
Orihime-chan tilts her head to the side. “But Ogata-sensei seems nice. He offered to show me his fish!”
Nase shudders. “Just because he wants to show you his fish doesn’t me he doesn’t want to show another kind of fish.” Nase wonders if Orihime-san will understand. Somehow, she doubts it.
“Oh. Is it okay to go see the toys Kuwabara-sensei said he’ll show me?”
Nase pales. This girl was worse than she thought. “No. Under no circumstances should you be alone with Kuwabara-sensei.”
She has heard the types of things he does to unsuspecting people. Shindou-kun has told her horror stories. So has Ogata-sensei.
“Stick with me,” Nase decides. “I’ll introduce you to the people it’s okay to hang out with.”
Orihime-chan smiles. “Thank you, Nase-san,” she says. “Tatsuki-chan will be happy to know that someone is looking out for me!”
Nase nods and stands up. “Let’s go to Waya’s study group. They’re a bit loud, and I’m the only girl, but they’re good people. They won’t try to look down your shirt or up your skirt.” She thinks for a minute. “Well, Waya might, but you can always just kick him.”
“Okay! Should I bring anything? Maybe I should cook something,” Orihime-chan starts fretting. “And I don’t want to intrude, so maybe I should make smores with beets and licorice?”
“How about we buy cookies and you can bring those,” Nase suggests, frowning.
“Okay!”