Drabble-age (837 words, Marui + Niou, Of Parfaits and Pedos)
Title: Of Parfaits and Pedos
Author: Ociwen
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 837
Disclaimer: Konomi owns all.
Summary: Niou always said the dumbest shit. Marui + Niou antifriendship drabble. ;P
It was a miserable, crummy sort of day. Raining cold and wet down the windowpanes of the café which overlooked a grey and dismal street scattered with pedestrians, all rushing past, all with clear umbrellas or newspapers held up over their heads. It was a day off school, mind you, but even more miserable and crummy because of the company.
Marui ate his parfait and narrowed his eyes. Across the table, Niou was making a mess of his own parfait, stirring it up into a disgusting sludge, rather like the weather.
Heathen, Marui thought. He ate a spoonful of chocolate cake and cream and tried to ignore Niou as best he could, but the whipping and clanking Niou kept up was grating his ears and making his eye twitch.
And then, Niou stopped. The rain continued to sluice down the window and cars splashed by along the main drag, lights making the raindrops sparkle.
“Saa, I read something interesting,” Niou said.
Marui was nonplused. “You can actually read?” he snapped. He felt rather pleased with himself, until Niou smiled darkly and Marui knew something was up. He ate another spoonful of cream.
“Apparently pedos tend to be short men,” Niou said. He leaned back on his bar stool and raised his eyebrows.
Marui kept staring. Niou always said the dumbest shit. “That’s nice,” he said. Don’t care.
Niou shrugged his shoulders. “You know, pedos who like to have sex with pubescent boys.” He leaned back across the table and ruffled Marui’s hair, patting the top and making Marui squirm and try to shove him off, but it was hard to yell with a spoon in his mouth. “Shorty,” Niou whispered.
Marui spat the spoon out onto the table. “Oi!” he shouted. “Oi OI! I am NOT a pedo! What the hell are you saying, asshole? I don’t like pubescent boys-”
“Explain Kirihara,” Niou drawled. Back on his stool, he seemed to enjoy making Marui sputter- Marui had no idea what the fuck Niou was talking about, so he kicked his leg under the table.
Niou, however, moved his legs first. And grinned.
“I don’t want to molest Kirihara!” Marui shrieked. A few other customers in the café started to turn around and stare at them. His face was on fire and Niou just kept chortling. “I don’t like him!” Marui hissed. “I like women!” Niou snickered even louder and this time, the hot girl at the cash was staring too and scrunching her eyebrows and Marui was going to never be able to set foot in the café again if Niou kept this shit up. “I like women!” He insisted. “I like Leah Diz-”
Niou clicked his tongue. He stirred his parfait even more, slopping brown whipped cream cake mash on the table. “Kirihara said you molested him last weekend.”
Marui blinked. He tried to remember what the hell last weekend was- oh, right, sleepover at Yanagi’s house. Fuck if he was ever going to go to a sleepover again if these assholes were spreading rumours that he…
Marui scratched his head. His face burned. “I- that was a Tickle War! And Jackal-”
“Didn’t slap Kirihara on the ass and make him squeal,” Niou said.
Marui’s eyes went wide for a moment, then he slammed his fist down on the table and glared at Niou, who was still smirking. “It’s not my fault the brat is ticklish on his ass! I was just-”
“Molesting him.”
“Winning the war.”
“Molesting.”
“Winning.”
“Mo-”
Marui dove across the table and grabbed Niou by the collar. Through his teeth, he seethed, “Would you shut the fuck up, asshole, I was only tickling-”
“Excuse me, is there a problem here?” Both Marui and Niou whipped their heads around. Some middle-aged man in a suit was looking at them, frowning the way Marui’s dad would when he got in trouble.
Marui let go of Niou’s collar. Niou’s smirk fell.
“No,” they muttered together, heads bowed and faces flushed.
The man walked off. Marui slunk back into his seat. Suddenly, the chocolate macha parfait he’d been munching on tasted a lot nastier in his mouth. And it was all Niou’s fault.
“You’re a douchebag,” he grumbled. “Why’d you even come along with me anyway, asswipe?”
Even though his face was still bright red, Niou snorted. “To piss you off,” he said. He grabbed his parfait glass, and started to furiously beat the spoon around in it again. The rain fell outside, dripping down the windows and blurring the streetscape: the cars, the shop lights, the pedestrians. It was a miserable, crummy day and now it had become a miserable, crummy, embarrassing day.
Marui picked up his parfait and took a bite, narrowing his eyes at Niou, who looked at him with wide eyes, feigning innocence. Marui chewed and thought.
“You know,” he said, “if pedos are supposed to be short, then explain Yanagi.”
Niou spit parfait across the table. Luckily, Marui had the genius to dodge the spray, right before he burst out laughing.
Author: Ociwen
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 837
Disclaimer: Konomi owns all.
Summary: Niou always said the dumbest shit. Marui + Niou antifriendship drabble. ;P
It was a miserable, crummy sort of day. Raining cold and wet down the windowpanes of the café which overlooked a grey and dismal street scattered with pedestrians, all rushing past, all with clear umbrellas or newspapers held up over their heads. It was a day off school, mind you, but even more miserable and crummy because of the company.
Marui ate his parfait and narrowed his eyes. Across the table, Niou was making a mess of his own parfait, stirring it up into a disgusting sludge, rather like the weather.
Heathen, Marui thought. He ate a spoonful of chocolate cake and cream and tried to ignore Niou as best he could, but the whipping and clanking Niou kept up was grating his ears and making his eye twitch.
And then, Niou stopped. The rain continued to sluice down the window and cars splashed by along the main drag, lights making the raindrops sparkle.
“Saa, I read something interesting,” Niou said.
Marui was nonplused. “You can actually read?” he snapped. He felt rather pleased with himself, until Niou smiled darkly and Marui knew something was up. He ate another spoonful of cream.
“Apparently pedos tend to be short men,” Niou said. He leaned back on his bar stool and raised his eyebrows.
Marui kept staring. Niou always said the dumbest shit. “That’s nice,” he said. Don’t care.
Niou shrugged his shoulders. “You know, pedos who like to have sex with pubescent boys.” He leaned back across the table and ruffled Marui’s hair, patting the top and making Marui squirm and try to shove him off, but it was hard to yell with a spoon in his mouth. “Shorty,” Niou whispered.
Marui spat the spoon out onto the table. “Oi!” he shouted. “Oi OI! I am NOT a pedo! What the hell are you saying, asshole? I don’t like pubescent boys-”
“Explain Kirihara,” Niou drawled. Back on his stool, he seemed to enjoy making Marui sputter- Marui had no idea what the fuck Niou was talking about, so he kicked his leg under the table.
Niou, however, moved his legs first. And grinned.
“I don’t want to molest Kirihara!” Marui shrieked. A few other customers in the café started to turn around and stare at them. His face was on fire and Niou just kept chortling. “I don’t like him!” Marui hissed. “I like women!” Niou snickered even louder and this time, the hot girl at the cash was staring too and scrunching her eyebrows and Marui was going to never be able to set foot in the café again if Niou kept this shit up. “I like women!” He insisted. “I like Leah Diz-”
Niou clicked his tongue. He stirred his parfait even more, slopping brown whipped cream cake mash on the table. “Kirihara said you molested him last weekend.”
Marui blinked. He tried to remember what the hell last weekend was- oh, right, sleepover at Yanagi’s house. Fuck if he was ever going to go to a sleepover again if these assholes were spreading rumours that he…
Marui scratched his head. His face burned. “I- that was a Tickle War! And Jackal-”
“Didn’t slap Kirihara on the ass and make him squeal,” Niou said.
Marui’s eyes went wide for a moment, then he slammed his fist down on the table and glared at Niou, who was still smirking. “It’s not my fault the brat is ticklish on his ass! I was just-”
“Molesting him.”
“Winning the war.”
“Molesting.”
“Winning.”
“Mo-”
Marui dove across the table and grabbed Niou by the collar. Through his teeth, he seethed, “Would you shut the fuck up, asshole, I was only tickling-”
“Excuse me, is there a problem here?” Both Marui and Niou whipped their heads around. Some middle-aged man in a suit was looking at them, frowning the way Marui’s dad would when he got in trouble.
Marui let go of Niou’s collar. Niou’s smirk fell.
“No,” they muttered together, heads bowed and faces flushed.
The man walked off. Marui slunk back into his seat. Suddenly, the chocolate macha parfait he’d been munching on tasted a lot nastier in his mouth. And it was all Niou’s fault.
“You’re a douchebag,” he grumbled. “Why’d you even come along with me anyway, asswipe?”
Even though his face was still bright red, Niou snorted. “To piss you off,” he said. He grabbed his parfait glass, and started to furiously beat the spoon around in it again. The rain fell outside, dripping down the windows and blurring the streetscape: the cars, the shop lights, the pedestrians. It was a miserable, crummy day and now it had become a miserable, crummy, embarrassing day.
Marui picked up his parfait and took a bite, narrowing his eyes at Niou, who looked at him with wide eyes, feigning innocence. Marui chewed and thought.
“You know,” he said, “if pedos are supposed to be short, then explain Yanagi.”
Niou spit parfait across the table. Luckily, Marui had the genius to dodge the spray, right before he burst out laughing.