I R DUMB. When is
bleach_exchange due again? *should probably look into that*
Title: Discreet
Rating: PG-13
Universe: Air Gear
Theme/Topic: N/A
Character/Pairing/s: Sano, Kazu (lightly SanoxKazu)
Warnings/Spoilers: references to ep 23 of the anime, but by it’s nature this fic probably takes place in some alternate timeline. Maybe the future. XD
Word Count: 414
Time: 33 mins (no edits)
Summary: On the school field trip, Kazu meets a ninja.
Dedication:
k_shi-I feel like I never talk to you lately. XD
A/N: Ummmm random crack because episode 23 was kind of hysterical if only for that one moment (which I guess, redeemed it from the stupidity of Ringo focus).
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish constantly.
Distribution: Just lemme know.
“You’re not fooling anyone, you know,” Kazu sighed, and seemed to be talking to himself until one (everyone) noticed the giant ninja in blue tailing the blond from the rooftops.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the ninja in blue declared in a familiar voice that was trying very hard not to be familiar. The ninja adjusted his glasses.
Kazu rolled his eyes. “Stop following me.”
“You’re quite mistaken, young sir,” the ninja insisted, and sounded even more familiar the second time around. “I am simply a humble local ninja in training out for discreet fresh air and discreet exercise on this fine day.”
“This is my school field trip,” Kazu growled, and ignored the stupid ninja spiel. “Stop following me.”
He neglected to mention that ever since the blond’s very conspicuous stalker had shown up earlier today, no one had deigned to walk alongside him anymore. It was a Kazu-bubble, because Kazu apparently attracted freak shows and none of his classmates really wanted anything to do with that. Understandable-Sano was definitely a freak show to the nth degree.
Kazu sighed-again-paused in his walking. The ninja followed suit and paused-ten paces behind him to the centimeter. The blond set his shopping bags on the ground beside him for a moment, bent down, and picked up a small, flat rock.
Turned around and threw it at the “ninja.”
“Ung,” the ninja grunted, when it hit him in the head.
“Ninja, huh?” Kazu drawled, and arched a brow.
“In training,” the ninja reiterated, and tried not to sound pained (or fall off the rooftop).
Kazu crossed his arms. “Are you that bored?”
“I’m just out for a…” the ninja paused on Kazu’s look. Sighed. “Yes,” he admitted, and adjusted his glasses again.
On the ninja’s confession, the blond looked thoughtful for a moment-- torn between attack and ignore-- before slumping a bit in defeat and going with option three. “Well then take that stupid outfit off and come down here, I guess. You can help me carry my bags or something.”
“But you don’t even know who I…”
“Sano. There are lots more rocks.”
“Right.”
And though the Kazu-bubble remained even after the blue ninja suit had been shed (he supposed that made sense in the long run-Ninja-Sano wasn’t any better or any worse than regular stalker-Sano after all), Kazu had to admit that Sano was pretty good at carrying things.
Better than he was at being a ninja, anyway.
END
EDITS PLZ.