TricK- "Newlywed Games"
YAY I finally got Mel's gift fic done. I feel like less of a wretched person. Slightly.
Though I can't write this fandom, I really can't. (Life would be so easier if I liked J-Dramas, I suppose... ^^;;)
Title: Newlywed Games
Topic: Mel’s late Christmas gift fic
Time: 23 mins (no edits)
Universe: TricK
Rating: Probably PG.
Pairing/s: Naoko/Ueda
Word Count: 617
Summary: Post series (I hope… I might have imagined you telling me what happened at the end, Mel)- Adjusting to married life takes time, understanding, sacrifice, and a cut-throat strategy.
Dedication: gaisce- I still suck at this universe, but I tried my best? --;;
A/N: I still have no idea what I’m doing when I do these stories for you, Mel. But I just wrote it with Iemura and Nanao in mind and hope that Bleach to TricK translation doesn’t completely eff up your fandom. ^^;; Urm, I also didn’t edit it, which probably makes me a really evil person or something. O.o But I didn’t want to reread it and delete the whole thing and take another three months to do it like I did last year. ^^;;
Her brow furrowed.
The idiot had left the seat up again.
“Idiot,” she hissed, because it had to be said aloud even after she’d thought it. She sprayed little chocolate crumbs onto the floor when she spoke, and doubly cursed him for causing the waste. She’d expressly warned him to never EVER leave the seat up again after the initial incident where she’d fallen into the damn thing (it was gigantic) and had been trapped and squirming for several minutes as he stood in the doorway, pointing and laughing at her while she splashed about and cursed him and all of his ancestors before him.
After two weeks on the couch and several expensive sushi dinners (without him present), she’d thought he’d learned his lesson.
So much for that.
Glaring, she continued her backwards trek into the kitchen and dug around for the chocolate flavored laxatives she’d purchased (on his card no less) for just such an occasion.
While she mourned the loss of the rest of the cake, she imagined it would be worth it in the long run.
After a moment, she marched back into the bathroom as loudly as she could, making sure he would be able to hear her close the door behind her above the din of his girly romance dramas.
~~~~~
He knew what that damned flat-chested ball-and-chain was doing-he received the credit card bills every month, obviously-and deciding that she’d better hurry up and learn her lesson (he was not an atm), the physics professor took it upon himself to teach her a lesson (and get his money’s worth of mocking her so he didn’t feel so bad about his exorbitant bills).
So he’d left the seat up, knowing that that garbage disposal he’d married would eat something that didn’t agree with her before long and come rushing in here like an idiot, plopping down onto the toilet without even looking.
The image of her flopping around like a landed fish soothed the fact that just to feed her, he’d probably have to take on three or four more private tutoring jobs for snot-nosed high school students who didn’t have any future despite how privileged they would be to have his expert assistance during their college entrance exam periods.
Once the deed was done, he left the bathroom and headed for the living room, where he intended to watch dramas for the three hours it would most likely take before Naoko decided to return from gorging herself at the corner bakery.
When she did get back he hastily dried his eyes and flipped to a manly action movie, grunting a manly greeting at her as she walked into the door, arms filled with shopping bags that would undoubtedly be packed with luxury foods not meant to be shared with her hard-working husband.
A little while later, when, he assumed, the deep, dark abyss that was her stomach had been momentarily stopped up, he heard the bathroom door close.
Grinning to himself, he got up and headed towards the kitchen to grab a snack so that he could eat it in front of her while she flailed around in the toilet like a moron, cursing and demanding he help her to her feet because she had the on-land coordination of a beached whale.
When he opened the refrigerator door he found a half-eaten chocolate roll cake and decided that it would be even funnier if he pointed and laughed at her while eating her own food.
On the way to the bathroom, face stuffed full of chocolate, he congratulated himself on being an undeniable genius despite the fact that Naoko’s petty idiocy always tried to drag him down with her.
END
I SUCK.
Though I can't write this fandom, I really can't. (Life would be so easier if I liked J-Dramas, I suppose... ^^;;)
Title: Newlywed Games
Topic: Mel’s late Christmas gift fic
Time: 23 mins (no edits)
Universe: TricK
Rating: Probably PG.
Pairing/s: Naoko/Ueda
Word Count: 617
Summary: Post series (I hope… I might have imagined you telling me what happened at the end, Mel)- Adjusting to married life takes time, understanding, sacrifice, and a cut-throat strategy.
Dedication: gaisce- I still suck at this universe, but I tried my best? --;;
A/N: I still have no idea what I’m doing when I do these stories for you, Mel. But I just wrote it with Iemura and Nanao in mind and hope that Bleach to TricK translation doesn’t completely eff up your fandom. ^^;; Urm, I also didn’t edit it, which probably makes me a really evil person or something. O.o But I didn’t want to reread it and delete the whole thing and take another three months to do it like I did last year. ^^;;
Her brow furrowed.
The idiot had left the seat up again.
“Idiot,” she hissed, because it had to be said aloud even after she’d thought it. She sprayed little chocolate crumbs onto the floor when she spoke, and doubly cursed him for causing the waste. She’d expressly warned him to never EVER leave the seat up again after the initial incident where she’d fallen into the damn thing (it was gigantic) and had been trapped and squirming for several minutes as he stood in the doorway, pointing and laughing at her while she splashed about and cursed him and all of his ancestors before him.
After two weeks on the couch and several expensive sushi dinners (without him present), she’d thought he’d learned his lesson.
So much for that.
Glaring, she continued her backwards trek into the kitchen and dug around for the chocolate flavored laxatives she’d purchased (on his card no less) for just such an occasion.
While she mourned the loss of the rest of the cake, she imagined it would be worth it in the long run.
After a moment, she marched back into the bathroom as loudly as she could, making sure he would be able to hear her close the door behind her above the din of his girly romance dramas.
~~~~~
He knew what that damned flat-chested ball-and-chain was doing-he received the credit card bills every month, obviously-and deciding that she’d better hurry up and learn her lesson (he was not an atm), the physics professor took it upon himself to teach her a lesson (and get his money’s worth of mocking her so he didn’t feel so bad about his exorbitant bills).
So he’d left the seat up, knowing that that garbage disposal he’d married would eat something that didn’t agree with her before long and come rushing in here like an idiot, plopping down onto the toilet without even looking.
The image of her flopping around like a landed fish soothed the fact that just to feed her, he’d probably have to take on three or four more private tutoring jobs for snot-nosed high school students who didn’t have any future despite how privileged they would be to have his expert assistance during their college entrance exam periods.
Once the deed was done, he left the bathroom and headed for the living room, where he intended to watch dramas for the three hours it would most likely take before Naoko decided to return from gorging herself at the corner bakery.
When she did get back he hastily dried his eyes and flipped to a manly action movie, grunting a manly greeting at her as she walked into the door, arms filled with shopping bags that would undoubtedly be packed with luxury foods not meant to be shared with her hard-working husband.
A little while later, when, he assumed, the deep, dark abyss that was her stomach had been momentarily stopped up, he heard the bathroom door close.
Grinning to himself, he got up and headed towards the kitchen to grab a snack so that he could eat it in front of her while she flailed around in the toilet like a moron, cursing and demanding he help her to her feet because she had the on-land coordination of a beached whale.
When he opened the refrigerator door he found a half-eaten chocolate roll cake and decided that it would be even funnier if he pointed and laughed at her while eating her own food.
On the way to the bathroom, face stuffed full of chocolate, he congratulated himself on being an undeniable genius despite the fact that Naoko’s petty idiocy always tried to drag him down with her.
END
I SUCK.