General shoutout
Catch me on AIM (pyeseok) with a prompt and I just might do it right now. Drabbles only. I'm spazzing over my arting and I've got to type - do you know we have less than twenty four hours till the blind_go reveal? D:
Edits QEM YOU LUCKY BASTARD, YOUR WIP IS TRIPLE THE LENGTH OF THE OTHERS.
Private Time (213 words)
Ochi keeps his private life strictly private. It's not that anyone will bother to become more intimately acquainted with him - most of the insei thought he was a dick anyway, and he had no one to call a friend in school - so his routine was: school -> insei class -> cram school -> home to a boring frequency that beats even Touya's absolutely mundane life.
Ochi has no private life to speak of. Not really.
His ridiculously extensive collection of music, the stereo, and the old-fashioned turntable in his room says otherwise. His private life revolves around music, and the albums were not of the latest Jrock or Jpop Shindou would have, but classic vinyls. When he is alone and the door is locked against thoughts of go, rivalry and studies his room turns into his sanctuary. And his sanctuary is wrapped up in music from the seventies, when people danced with abandon on the floor to a cacophony of synthesizers, drums and guitars.
Ochi thinks that one day, he might summon up enough courage to say out loud his love for disco, and find someone who share it with him, but till then, he sits in his room, headset on, tapping his hand against his knees to the addicting beat.
Appreciating art (247 words)
They are alone in the clubroom, a situation he's been avoiding since that last time, but Fuji has his ways of getting everyone to leave. Right now Fuji is sitting on the bench as he watches Tezuka change, his brilliant blue eyes intent on his captain's partially undressed state. Fuji was always like that - serious, unrelenting even when he flashes his smile - when they are alone.
Tezuka can't get rid of his embarrassment as Fuji stands up and walks to him, murmuring, "Tezuka, have you ever considered taking art appreciation class?"
"It does not interest me," he replies. And Fuji is finally standing right beside him, arm blocking his access to his shirt. Tezuka stands there, letting his silence speak for him.
"I think you would make a great model for that time when we have a class on the human form. You're beautifully proportioned - I can see that playing tennis has built your muscles along the lines of that statue we were studying the other day - Apollo Belvedere, was it? It's much easier to appreciate the human physique when it's flesh and blood, don't you think?"
"Fuji." If his voice comes out breathy, and he pretends not to notice.
"Tezuka," Fuji says his name the same way, but makes it his own, adding a small lilt with his smile. "I would love to show you how I will appreciate your classical form, if you will let me."
Tezuka nods, speechless.
Be careful what you wish for (821 words)
Le Ping had heard the story from one of his HongKong cousins. They'd met during a family reunion he hadn't originally wanted to attend, but he'd been coerced in the end. His cousin was very pretty, with long silky hair held up by elaborate ivory sticks, and her stories of Japan were interesting. He wanted to know everything about Japan, wondering what Isumi-san might be doing, but her stories were different from the lives of wei qi he knew so well.
"There is some place magical in Japan, and you can go there and make one wish, but the price is quite high."
"How did you know? Did you try making a wish?"
The peony flowers on her dress rustled as she moved. "I did. I'm still paying for it now, but then my wish was not for me, so it's all right."
"Why would you waste your wish for someone else?"
And she'd smiled mysteriously. "You'll know maybe."
Le Ping thought of that story again, when he finally got to join the Hokuto cup and lost against his lookalike - that game had been embarrassing as hell with Isumi watching on silently laughing at the scenario - and he wanted to prove he was better than that 'Waya'. With the thought in mind he wandered the streets of Tokyo, until he found an empty lot in between buildings. "This must be it," he muttered. "But it was supposed to be a house, wasn't it?"
The roar of a motorcycle deafened him, and he turned to see a young man in a loud Hawaiian shirt stop right before the gate. He smirked at Le Ping and stepped inside, vanishing from sight.
Le Ping rubbed his eyes. "It is magic!" he exclaimed, and closed his eyes, thinking very hard of his wish. When he opened them again he saw not an empty lot, but a gothic style house behind the gates. And the man in the Hawaiian shirt was there beside a boy with glasses, looking at him curiously.
"Yuuko-san said there was someone at the gate. Huh, wonder how she figured that out?"
"Don't come in if you don't know what's good for you!" the boy with glasses exclaimed. "YOU'RE JUST TOO YOUNG TO GET MIXED UP WITH THIS, I KNEW IT. YUUKO-SAN IS SINKING TO SERVING KIDS."
Le Ping blinked at them, not understanding a word they said.
"He doesn't look like he understood us. Let it go, Watanuki, she's waiting for him anyway." Hawaiian shirt stepped aside as glasses flailed on. Le Ping wondered if it was a new welcome greeting style he'd not heard of.
The lady of the house knew Chinese, it seemed, and had smiled at his wish. "You want to be the strongest you can be in go? Did your cousin Mei Ling explain how this shop works?"
"Yes she did. Well, she tried to. She wasn't very clear about stuff."
"She didn't tell you what she paid for her wish?" At his shake of the head she gently nodded. "Well, if we will grant your wish, you have to learn a couple of things. And do things for me. Can you do that?"
"Yeah, no problem! I can do lots of things."
Yuuko smiled slyly up to the Hawaiian shirt. "That reminds me of someone I know. Well then, you may run errands for me, along with Kaga-san here. Your wish and his are different, but I know you'll get along."
"I don't need anyone to babysit me!" He shouted, but Yuuko was talking to Hawaiian shirt already. "I don't know Japanese, I know, but I can have YangHai go with me and stuff. We're only here for a week, and I want to be the strongest in wei qi when we go back to China!"
"What you wish for and what you say you wish for are two different things. But don't worry, Kaga's good with kids."
"I don't want - " he shouted exactly as Hawaiian shirt said, "I'm not gonna take care of brats!"
"The language barrier is going to be a problem. Ah, I have just the thing!" Yuuko clapped her hands. "Bring the ears, Watanuki!"
"Not the ears!" Kaga gritted out, and his tone made Le Ping turn to him. Glasses had disappeared, and came back with two matching - well, two matching somethings.
"WHAT IS THAT?"
"These," Yuuko began as she patted them, "are the translators you will need to understand each other. If you both want your wishes to come true, you'll have to bear with these for the time you're together." She grinned wickedly. "Don't worry, I'll try to give you easy errands, after all, you both are such manly boys, I don't want you to have a weird reputation."
Kaga and Le Ping looked at each other, and even without translators they were obviously thinking along the same lines.
'What did we get ourselves into?'
Shouting matches (387 words)
"Now see here, Su Yeong, I know THAT EVIL ONE is your friend, and you respect him and all that, but he is an asshole and even if he goes all all Mother Theresa before me, I won't believe it, uh uh, not for one second." Shindou's voice carried over the low murmur of games in the Touya go salon, but that was usual. What wasn't usual was who he was arguing with. Shindou and Su Yeong had met up for their promised game, and their small talk soon degenerated to a fight over their differing opinions over one Ko YeongHa.
"He is not THE EVIL ONE at all, and stop calling YeongHa that! I'd never thought you'd be so narrow minded, Shindou! As if you're not a brat yourself sometimes!"
"Look, pot calling kettle now!" Shindou huffed.
"SHINDOU!"
"Young master, it's unusual to see Shindou get along with someone else," one of the customers said, and the other regulars laughed and nodded. Touya felt a twinge as he watched the two argue and lay down stones for a quick haya-go. It had been strange to see Shindou play anyone else with so much spirit - Touya usually just looks at Shindou's kifu, or play against him, but Shindou was always so serious with his games, he'd thought their shouting matches over the board were special.
Apparently not, he thought, chagrined. Shindou and SuYeong were holding the go ke covers, and it seems like they're about to throw them to each other. He sighed and stepped up to intervene.
"Shindou, there are other people in the room."
"Oh, right. Sorry about that, Touya," he said, abashed. He looked around and realized the other games have stopped, and the players were watching them amused.
"Well, it almost seemed like a regular day, expect the young master wasn't the one shouting with you."
"You mean you get into shouting matches with your rival all the time, Shindou?! You're such a hopeless brat!" SuYeong crossed his arms. "And you tell YeongHa's a brat!"
"Stop that you two." Touya tried to get them to quiet down, but they were too busy shouting at each other to notice him. He sighed and just let them be. After all, when he and Shindou get in their shouting matches, no one could stop them.
Edits QEM YOU LUCKY BASTARD, YOUR WIP IS TRIPLE THE LENGTH OF THE OTHERS.
Private Time (213 words)
Ochi keeps his private life strictly private. It's not that anyone will bother to become more intimately acquainted with him - most of the insei thought he was a dick anyway, and he had no one to call a friend in school - so his routine was: school -> insei class -> cram school -> home to a boring frequency that beats even Touya's absolutely mundane life.
Ochi has no private life to speak of. Not really.
His ridiculously extensive collection of music, the stereo, and the old-fashioned turntable in his room says otherwise. His private life revolves around music, and the albums were not of the latest Jrock or Jpop Shindou would have, but classic vinyls. When he is alone and the door is locked against thoughts of go, rivalry and studies his room turns into his sanctuary. And his sanctuary is wrapped up in music from the seventies, when people danced with abandon on the floor to a cacophony of synthesizers, drums and guitars.
Ochi thinks that one day, he might summon up enough courage to say out loud his love for disco, and find someone who share it with him, but till then, he sits in his room, headset on, tapping his hand against his knees to the addicting beat.
Appreciating art (247 words)
They are alone in the clubroom, a situation he's been avoiding since that last time, but Fuji has his ways of getting everyone to leave. Right now Fuji is sitting on the bench as he watches Tezuka change, his brilliant blue eyes intent on his captain's partially undressed state. Fuji was always like that - serious, unrelenting even when he flashes his smile - when they are alone.
Tezuka can't get rid of his embarrassment as Fuji stands up and walks to him, murmuring, "Tezuka, have you ever considered taking art appreciation class?"
"It does not interest me," he replies. And Fuji is finally standing right beside him, arm blocking his access to his shirt. Tezuka stands there, letting his silence speak for him.
"I think you would make a great model for that time when we have a class on the human form. You're beautifully proportioned - I can see that playing tennis has built your muscles along the lines of that statue we were studying the other day - Apollo Belvedere, was it? It's much easier to appreciate the human physique when it's flesh and blood, don't you think?"
"Fuji." If his voice comes out breathy, and he pretends not to notice.
"Tezuka," Fuji says his name the same way, but makes it his own, adding a small lilt with his smile. "I would love to show you how I will appreciate your classical form, if you will let me."
Tezuka nods, speechless.
Be careful what you wish for (821 words)
Le Ping had heard the story from one of his HongKong cousins. They'd met during a family reunion he hadn't originally wanted to attend, but he'd been coerced in the end. His cousin was very pretty, with long silky hair held up by elaborate ivory sticks, and her stories of Japan were interesting. He wanted to know everything about Japan, wondering what Isumi-san might be doing, but her stories were different from the lives of wei qi he knew so well.
"There is some place magical in Japan, and you can go there and make one wish, but the price is quite high."
"How did you know? Did you try making a wish?"
The peony flowers on her dress rustled as she moved. "I did. I'm still paying for it now, but then my wish was not for me, so it's all right."
"Why would you waste your wish for someone else?"
And she'd smiled mysteriously. "You'll know maybe."
Le Ping thought of that story again, when he finally got to join the Hokuto cup and lost against his lookalike - that game had been embarrassing as hell with Isumi watching on silently laughing at the scenario - and he wanted to prove he was better than that 'Waya'. With the thought in mind he wandered the streets of Tokyo, until he found an empty lot in between buildings. "This must be it," he muttered. "But it was supposed to be a house, wasn't it?"
The roar of a motorcycle deafened him, and he turned to see a young man in a loud Hawaiian shirt stop right before the gate. He smirked at Le Ping and stepped inside, vanishing from sight.
Le Ping rubbed his eyes. "It is magic!" he exclaimed, and closed his eyes, thinking very hard of his wish. When he opened them again he saw not an empty lot, but a gothic style house behind the gates. And the man in the Hawaiian shirt was there beside a boy with glasses, looking at him curiously.
"Yuuko-san said there was someone at the gate. Huh, wonder how she figured that out?"
"Don't come in if you don't know what's good for you!" the boy with glasses exclaimed. "YOU'RE JUST TOO YOUNG TO GET MIXED UP WITH THIS, I KNEW IT. YUUKO-SAN IS SINKING TO SERVING KIDS."
Le Ping blinked at them, not understanding a word they said.
"He doesn't look like he understood us. Let it go, Watanuki, she's waiting for him anyway." Hawaiian shirt stepped aside as glasses flailed on. Le Ping wondered if it was a new welcome greeting style he'd not heard of.
The lady of the house knew Chinese, it seemed, and had smiled at his wish. "You want to be the strongest you can be in go? Did your cousin Mei Ling explain how this shop works?"
"Yes she did. Well, she tried to. She wasn't very clear about stuff."
"She didn't tell you what she paid for her wish?" At his shake of the head she gently nodded. "Well, if we will grant your wish, you have to learn a couple of things. And do things for me. Can you do that?"
"Yeah, no problem! I can do lots of things."
Yuuko smiled slyly up to the Hawaiian shirt. "That reminds me of someone I know. Well then, you may run errands for me, along with Kaga-san here. Your wish and his are different, but I know you'll get along."
"I don't need anyone to babysit me!" He shouted, but Yuuko was talking to Hawaiian shirt already. "I don't know Japanese, I know, but I can have YangHai go with me and stuff. We're only here for a week, and I want to be the strongest in wei qi when we go back to China!"
"What you wish for and what you say you wish for are two different things. But don't worry, Kaga's good with kids."
"I don't want - " he shouted exactly as Hawaiian shirt said, "I'm not gonna take care of brats!"
"The language barrier is going to be a problem. Ah, I have just the thing!" Yuuko clapped her hands. "Bring the ears, Watanuki!"
"Not the ears!" Kaga gritted out, and his tone made Le Ping turn to him. Glasses had disappeared, and came back with two matching - well, two matching somethings.
"WHAT IS THAT?"
"These," Yuuko began as she patted them, "are the translators you will need to understand each other. If you both want your wishes to come true, you'll have to bear with these for the time you're together." She grinned wickedly. "Don't worry, I'll try to give you easy errands, after all, you both are such manly boys, I don't want you to have a weird reputation."
Kaga and Le Ping looked at each other, and even without translators they were obviously thinking along the same lines.
'What did we get ourselves into?'
Shouting matches (387 words)
"Now see here, Su Yeong, I know THAT EVIL ONE is your friend, and you respect him and all that, but he is an asshole and even if he goes all all Mother Theresa before me, I won't believe it, uh uh, not for one second." Shindou's voice carried over the low murmur of games in the Touya go salon, but that was usual. What wasn't usual was who he was arguing with. Shindou and Su Yeong had met up for their promised game, and their small talk soon degenerated to a fight over their differing opinions over one Ko YeongHa.
"He is not THE EVIL ONE at all, and stop calling YeongHa that! I'd never thought you'd be so narrow minded, Shindou! As if you're not a brat yourself sometimes!"
"Look, pot calling kettle now!" Shindou huffed.
"SHINDOU!"
"Young master, it's unusual to see Shindou get along with someone else," one of the customers said, and the other regulars laughed and nodded. Touya felt a twinge as he watched the two argue and lay down stones for a quick haya-go. It had been strange to see Shindou play anyone else with so much spirit - Touya usually just looks at Shindou's kifu, or play against him, but Shindou was always so serious with his games, he'd thought their shouting matches over the board were special.
Apparently not, he thought, chagrined. Shindou and SuYeong were holding the go ke covers, and it seems like they're about to throw them to each other. He sighed and stepped up to intervene.
"Shindou, there are other people in the room."
"Oh, right. Sorry about that, Touya," he said, abashed. He looked around and realized the other games have stopped, and the players were watching them amused.
"Well, it almost seemed like a regular day, expect the young master wasn't the one shouting with you."
"You mean you get into shouting matches with your rival all the time, Shindou?! You're such a hopeless brat!" SuYeong crossed his arms. "And you tell YeongHa's a brat!"
"Stop that you two." Touya tried to get them to quiet down, but they were too busy shouting at each other to notice him. He sighed and just let them be. After all, when he and Shindou get in their shouting matches, no one could stop them.