[7 Days][01/13/2007] A Little List
Title: A Little List
Author: Ten
Rating: G
Word count: ~258
Object: Kon
Notes: There's really no point to cutting this, is there?
Rukia has a list of things to do before she leaves.
She packs her things carefully: soul glove, dispenser, remaining soma, cellphone. She will have to sell most of them back to that cheating merchant in order to get what she needs. She is not so concerned about clothes, though she does throw a change in the bag. Clothes are no longer her primary concern.
She writes her note, though she has a feeling he will not take it seriously. In fact, she knows he will not. Still, the time and effort it will take for him to decode the message is more time for her to get away.
She is just finishing it up when the window opens, and the last item on the list steps into the room.
"Sister?" Kon asks.
She doesn't look up for a moment; instead, her eyes flick to the duct tape on Ichigo's desk. He used it once to patch a book cover, and it had been strong, sticky stuff. Just what she needed.
"Kon," she says.
He hops onto the bed. "Sister," he asks, trundling towards her, "are you all right?"
"Yes," she says, and reaches for the tape. "But I need you to help me fix something."
"All right, Nee-san!" he says. "Where? What? How?"
She stands, the loop hanging from her fingers. "Come with me, and be quiet." She gives him a look. "Can you be quiet, Kon?"
He stuffs his plushie fists into his mouth as a demonstration.
"Good," she says, moving towards the door. "Good."
Author: Ten
Rating: G
Word count: ~258
Object: Kon
Notes: There's really no point to cutting this, is there?
Rukia has a list of things to do before she leaves.
She packs her things carefully: soul glove, dispenser, remaining soma, cellphone. She will have to sell most of them back to that cheating merchant in order to get what she needs. She is not so concerned about clothes, though she does throw a change in the bag. Clothes are no longer her primary concern.
She writes her note, though she has a feeling he will not take it seriously. In fact, she knows he will not. Still, the time and effort it will take for him to decode the message is more time for her to get away.
She is just finishing it up when the window opens, and the last item on the list steps into the room.
"Sister?" Kon asks.
She doesn't look up for a moment; instead, her eyes flick to the duct tape on Ichigo's desk. He used it once to patch a book cover, and it had been strong, sticky stuff. Just what she needed.
"Kon," she says.
He hops onto the bed. "Sister," he asks, trundling towards her, "are you all right?"
"Yes," she says, and reaches for the tape. "But I need you to help me fix something."
"All right, Nee-san!" he says. "Where? What? How?"
She stands, the loop hanging from her fingers. "Come with me, and be quiet." She gives him a look. "Can you be quiet, Kon?"
He stuffs his plushie fists into his mouth as a demonstration.
"Good," she says, moving towards the door. "Good."