A-Z Pairing-Drabble meme!
I wanted to set myself a challenge, and so, I stole this from hollie_alr , and edited it to make it a pairing-specific meme though, because that's what I want to write about =)
The Great A-Z Multifandom Pairing Drabble Meme!
This is how it works:
1. Pick a letter.
2. Pick a prompt that starts with that letter (ex. K is for Keyhole)
3. Pick a pairing (Ulquihime ( Read more... )
The Great A-Z Multifandom Pairing Drabble Meme!
This is how it works:
1. Pick a letter.
2. Pick a prompt that starts with that letter (ex. K is for Keyhole)
3. Pick a pairing (Ulquihime ( Read more... )
Right-Straight!
He could remember that night so well - perhaps because that was the first night he remembered allowing his icy façade to break a little, maybe it was because that was the first time Tohru had climbed up onto the roof with him, or maybe it was because it was the same night that Kagura had come to stay, and that had simply highlighted the differences between she and Tohru - Kagura’s forceful way of pushing her love onto him, compared to Tohru’s tentative questioning as though she simply wanted to understand him.
As Kyo looked down at Tohru, he couldn’t repress the smile that came to his face as he remembered the night - Tohru’s claim she’d known a little about martial arts, following up with a cry of “Right-Straight!” and a punch that had done little more to his arm than make a paff noise as it hit. As he thought on it now, maybe that was when he had first started to let her into his heart - he didn’t think he’d even smiled between the accident and that night. Of course it would have been she to bring a smile to his face with her untrained punch.
But that was then, and this was now.
Tohru’s waist length hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail, and a strip of material was tied around her forehead to keep the rest of her hair out of her way. She was once again throwing punches, but these weren’t the untrained playful punches of that night - this was an entirely different Tohru. One who was clothed in the uniform of his Dojo, one who had been training for the past three years in martial arts. It was amazing how deadly she’d become - his ditzy, clumsy Tohru, able to sweep her fellow classmen off their feet and overcome them in sparring matches.
Kyo repressed a chuckle of amusement as he caught her fist in his hand. She tutted with frustration, and tugged her hand back, readying her stance once more as she searched for a weakness in Kyo’s own defence.
He could vividly remember the day she’d declare she would beat him;
“Hah?” Kyo sounded with confusion - surely he’d heard that wrong?
But Tohru was standing before him, her eyes burning with determination, and her hands clenched to her chest in earnest. “I’ll beat you Kyo-kun! I’ll get Master to train me! And then, once I do,” she smiled brightly, completely breaking the image of a warrior she’d built up, “And then, Kyo-kun will be able to marry me!”
Even now, he couldn’t understand the logic behind her words, but she’d been determined enough in her want to defeat him in martial arts that he hadn’t objected - in fact, it had been almost fun watching her learning how to fight. Learning the different forms, the different stances, learning how to fight. And she was doing it all for him.
Kyo couldn’t restrain his smile at the thoughts, and Tohru visibly bristled at the seemingly nonchalant look on his face. She pulled her fist back once more to punch - another that Kyo had seen coming and stopped with a block of his elbow. What he didn’t see coming was the follow up kick she’d delivered square in his chest. He stumbled back a step from that, and Tohru instantly dropped her stance at the sight.
“Kyo-kun!” she gushed, darting forward to take hold of his arms, her eyes round and swimming with concern. “Are you alright?”
“Weak,” he teased, drawing the word out in a breath. Before Tohru could protest , before she could even say a word - and Kyo could see the way her eyebrows drew together, see the words on the tip of her tongue - Kyo wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he buried his nose in her hair. “But you got me,” he amended, and he could feel Tohru’s tense posture loosen.
Tentatively, she twisted her arms around Kyo’s waist, and Kyo didn’t have to look to know she was smiling - he could feel it in the air, could feel it in the way her fingertips clutched at his shirt. In all the small, loving gestures he’d come to recognise over the years they’d been together.
“Come on,” he said softly, placing a tender kiss on Tohru’s forehead as he pulled away from the embrace, keeping hold of her hand, “Let’s go home.”
“Yes,” Tohru breathed, lacing her fingers with Kyo’s as they walked out of the Dojo - completely heedless of the class that they had been demonstrating to.
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