Drabble-age (962 words, Rikkai + Halloween + Jackal Pimp)
Title: Even more untitled Rikkai Halloween Crap
Author: Ociwen
Wordcount: 962
Rating: R probably
Disclaimer: Konomi owns all.
Summary: Jackal and Marui at the school dance. And corny costumes.
Author's Notes: Still not really part of anything. I seriously love Halloween!
“Don’t say one word,” Marui said.
Jackal threw his hands up. “My lips are sealed.” But his mouth twitched. And his eye, too. And he was making odd choking noises.
“That was…” Kirihara started to count on his fingers, but Yanagi smacked him on the ear before he could finish. He sniffed. And pouted. Yanagi ruffled his hair and smiled fondly, so much so that Jackal inched away slowly.
Yanagi’s fondness for the brat was disturbing at the best of times. At least Kirihara was behaving today. If it wasn’t for him in a red catsuit and devil ears poking Yanagi in the side with his plastic pitchfork, Jackal might have almost thought he was cute, too.
Jackal adjusted the brim on his hand and swung the end of his bling around. He was on fire tonight. His silver suit (borrowed from Yagyuu) and pink polo (borrowed from Yukimura) looked hot. He was the pimp.
A girl in a fake leather bustier walked by and winked at Jackal before she giggled and ran off (or, tripped off, being in six inch platform boots) to he friends by the snack table.
“I am so picking up chicks tonight,” Jackal said.
Marui whistled. “You’re not the only one.” He put his hands on his hips- wherever they were hiding- and strutted around the corner of the gymnasium they’d stated out for their friends. It was prime girl-watching location. And location, Jackal knew, was everything.
He could see the girls gyrating their hips near the stage speakers. He could see the witch with the jiggling boobs grinding with a group of her friends. He could even see the shy, petite first year girls all huddled on the wall, consoling someone bent over on the bench. Probably heartbroken over that guy in the ghost suit standing her up.
Jackal stroked his stick-on goatee. He was a master at seduction. He would heal her broken heart, no problems. He could pick up any girl here tonight and there were a ton.
What he didn’t want to see, however, was Yanagi being creepy and bundling Kirihara up in his cape. It was one thing to be a vampire, but it was something else entirely to pretend to suck someone’s neck.
Jackal coughed as loud as he could to get Yanagi’s attention. Yanagi looked at him and licked at a dark trail at the side of his mouth. Kirihara wobbled around and touched his neck. He looked awfully pale and woozy and ended up falling onto Marui’s costume.
Marui’s costume which luckily cushioned him. Yukimura would kill them if Kirihara got a concussion before taking over the tennis team (supposed to occur something this century, but Jackal noted that Yukimura kept making excuses and putting it off).
“If you were actually sucking his neck, that was gross,” he told Yanagi.
Yanagi closed his eyes and looked smart. With his fake vampire teeth, he mostly looked like he had a bad overbite. “And what do you think the actual chances of that occurring would be?” he asked.
Jackal shrugged. He really didn’t care. He was here to pick up chicks. And to get free food. Because, he knew, the Halloween goodies the class 3D girls were baking all afternoon smelled divine.
Marui kept sniffing and shuffling closer to the snack table. No sooner had Jackal turned his back, then Marui waddled back with a paper plate stacked with chocolate brownies and cookies and fudge and something that looked like an apple covered in sugar and candies of every shape and flavour.
“Rice Krispie delight?” Marui asked, holding out an orange bar at Jackal.
Jackal popped the Rice Krispie in his mouth. It tasted the way teenage girl must: sweet and a little salty and snap crackle pop oh Jackal you’re so amazing and awesome!
Jackal grinned. “Who made those?”
Marui shrugged.
Another girl walked by: a nurse in uniform hobbling on stilettos. She had blonde hair and a wicked grin. And she even whistled at Jackal. “Hey stud. You wanna pimp me some lovin tonight?”
Jackal almost noticed when Marui picked his jaw up off the floor and rolled his eyes at Jackal. “She was probably a guy in drag,” Marui said. He slurped on a lolly pop and poked Jackal in the arm. “That, and why the hell are they all looking at you. You’re just in…” Marui waved his arms around. “You’re just in some dumb shiny suit! How is that hot?”
“At least I’m not a-”
Before Jackal could finish, Marui yelled out his battle cry and launched himself with an “OI!” Jackal landed sprawled on his back, not far from Kirihara and Yanagi dancing very oddly and awkwardly to bad American pop music. And Marui was sprawled on top of him.
Or smeared on top.
The giant pumpkin costume he’d squeezed himself into had broken his fall. And to top that off, Miyu the hot chick from 3B walked into the gymnasium wearing the very same costume.
“Hey there sexy,” she cooed at Marui, whose turn it was to have his jaw hit the floor. “Wanna light my lantern tonight? I’ll light yours…”
Marui waggled his eyebrows. Jackal smacked his forehead. How the hell did Marui get the lucky looking like an orange doughboy with a green stem hat on top of his head? Jackal really wanted to know. But he already knew the answer.
“It’s my innate Genius,” Marui said. He reached out for Miyu’s arm, but the pumpkin costumes got in the way.
Jackal consoled himself by joining the sobbing freshman girl on the bench. He was going to get lucky somehow tonight and if it meant sidling up to a girl dressed up like Santa Claus, then he’d be pimpin’ with that, too.
Author: Ociwen
Wordcount: 962
Rating: R probably
Disclaimer: Konomi owns all.
Summary: Jackal and Marui at the school dance. And corny costumes.
Author's Notes: Still not really part of anything. I seriously love Halloween!
“Don’t say one word,” Marui said.
Jackal threw his hands up. “My lips are sealed.” But his mouth twitched. And his eye, too. And he was making odd choking noises.
“That was…” Kirihara started to count on his fingers, but Yanagi smacked him on the ear before he could finish. He sniffed. And pouted. Yanagi ruffled his hair and smiled fondly, so much so that Jackal inched away slowly.
Yanagi’s fondness for the brat was disturbing at the best of times. At least Kirihara was behaving today. If it wasn’t for him in a red catsuit and devil ears poking Yanagi in the side with his plastic pitchfork, Jackal might have almost thought he was cute, too.
Jackal adjusted the brim on his hand and swung the end of his bling around. He was on fire tonight. His silver suit (borrowed from Yagyuu) and pink polo (borrowed from Yukimura) looked hot. He was the pimp.
A girl in a fake leather bustier walked by and winked at Jackal before she giggled and ran off (or, tripped off, being in six inch platform boots) to he friends by the snack table.
“I am so picking up chicks tonight,” Jackal said.
Marui whistled. “You’re not the only one.” He put his hands on his hips- wherever they were hiding- and strutted around the corner of the gymnasium they’d stated out for their friends. It was prime girl-watching location. And location, Jackal knew, was everything.
He could see the girls gyrating their hips near the stage speakers. He could see the witch with the jiggling boobs grinding with a group of her friends. He could even see the shy, petite first year girls all huddled on the wall, consoling someone bent over on the bench. Probably heartbroken over that guy in the ghost suit standing her up.
Jackal stroked his stick-on goatee. He was a master at seduction. He would heal her broken heart, no problems. He could pick up any girl here tonight and there were a ton.
What he didn’t want to see, however, was Yanagi being creepy and bundling Kirihara up in his cape. It was one thing to be a vampire, but it was something else entirely to pretend to suck someone’s neck.
Jackal coughed as loud as he could to get Yanagi’s attention. Yanagi looked at him and licked at a dark trail at the side of his mouth. Kirihara wobbled around and touched his neck. He looked awfully pale and woozy and ended up falling onto Marui’s costume.
Marui’s costume which luckily cushioned him. Yukimura would kill them if Kirihara got a concussion before taking over the tennis team (supposed to occur something this century, but Jackal noted that Yukimura kept making excuses and putting it off).
“If you were actually sucking his neck, that was gross,” he told Yanagi.
Yanagi closed his eyes and looked smart. With his fake vampire teeth, he mostly looked like he had a bad overbite. “And what do you think the actual chances of that occurring would be?” he asked.
Jackal shrugged. He really didn’t care. He was here to pick up chicks. And to get free food. Because, he knew, the Halloween goodies the class 3D girls were baking all afternoon smelled divine.
Marui kept sniffing and shuffling closer to the snack table. No sooner had Jackal turned his back, then Marui waddled back with a paper plate stacked with chocolate brownies and cookies and fudge and something that looked like an apple covered in sugar and candies of every shape and flavour.
“Rice Krispie delight?” Marui asked, holding out an orange bar at Jackal.
Jackal popped the Rice Krispie in his mouth. It tasted the way teenage girl must: sweet and a little salty and snap crackle pop oh Jackal you’re so amazing and awesome!
Jackal grinned. “Who made those?”
Marui shrugged.
Another girl walked by: a nurse in uniform hobbling on stilettos. She had blonde hair and a wicked grin. And she even whistled at Jackal. “Hey stud. You wanna pimp me some lovin tonight?”
Jackal almost noticed when Marui picked his jaw up off the floor and rolled his eyes at Jackal. “She was probably a guy in drag,” Marui said. He slurped on a lolly pop and poked Jackal in the arm. “That, and why the hell are they all looking at you. You’re just in…” Marui waved his arms around. “You’re just in some dumb shiny suit! How is that hot?”
“At least I’m not a-”
Before Jackal could finish, Marui yelled out his battle cry and launched himself with an “OI!” Jackal landed sprawled on his back, not far from Kirihara and Yanagi dancing very oddly and awkwardly to bad American pop music. And Marui was sprawled on top of him.
Or smeared on top.
The giant pumpkin costume he’d squeezed himself into had broken his fall. And to top that off, Miyu the hot chick from 3B walked into the gymnasium wearing the very same costume.
“Hey there sexy,” she cooed at Marui, whose turn it was to have his jaw hit the floor. “Wanna light my lantern tonight? I’ll light yours…”
Marui waggled his eyebrows. Jackal smacked his forehead. How the hell did Marui get the lucky looking like an orange doughboy with a green stem hat on top of his head? Jackal really wanted to know. But he already knew the answer.
“It’s my innate Genius,” Marui said. He reached out for Miyu’s arm, but the pumpkin costumes got in the way.
Jackal consoled himself by joining the sobbing freshman girl on the bench. He was going to get lucky somehow tonight and if it meant sidling up to a girl dressed up like Santa Claus, then he’d be pimpin’ with that, too.