Ficlets: from the 100 prompts (097-099)
Titles: (097) Yes, (098) No, (099) Maybe
who: Shun, June, Albiore (otherwise known as Daidalos)
overall word count: ~420
disclaimer: once upon a time, there were 3 little piglets entities, who wanted to go out in the world. Shueisha built a house made with straw somewhat lesser known ownership system over StS, and the ravid fans came, blew and blew... and started distributing scanned manga without authorization. So Shueisha run and took refuge in Toeie's wooden house well publicized ownership, but the ravid fans came and blew and blew and blew and non-authorized works of yaoi fiction were sold semi-professionally. So the two companies run and run and knocked in Kurumada's brick house, with pretty oak door and ancient red tiles, you can't imagine the indecent amount of money he paid for the thing,.... well, the builder was also a shameless thief, but... well, i'm digressing. Kurumada looked them up and down and said "I've got the original rights" Toei and Shueisha convinced Kurumada that he needed them and sneaked into the house just in time. The ravid fans came and were stunned at the beauty of the house, with its exterior frescoes of bishonen doing amazing things. They blew half-heartedly, but at the end settled for camping outside the house and adding their own parafernalia to the scenery. And here we are today, still very aware of who owns StS and what it is that we do in this story. And colorin colorado, este disclaimer se ha acabado!
(097) - Writer’s choice - Yes
- So, I’m a saint now? Really a Saint?
Shun’s tired smile spread over his face. He was cold, drenched in water and about to pass out from exhaustion but the sheer excitement of the moment kept him conscious.
Albiore patted the kid’s head softly. It was a hardly a surprise, although he had to admit to himself that he had never been truly sure Shun would survive.
- Yes, you’re really a Saint… and I guess I can’t call you child any longer.
(098) - Writer’s choice - No
June helped Shun on his feet, and hugged him just a bit tighter than necessary when the sacred box appeared in front of them. As the lid opened she knew Shun would share the feeling she had experienced a few weeks before -when the cloth rested over your shoulders you realized that everything had been worth it.
There was a shot of pure light and, when she opened her eyes again, Shun was wearing the Andromeda cloth. It was beautiful, with a delicate headpiece and shinning chains that wrapped around Shun’s arms as if they had been there since his birth.
It also had breasts.
Shun’s shinning eyes and avid hands had hungrily explored his new possession with equal delight, and when his still bluish fingers reached his chest June could see he had arrived to the same conclusion.
She didn’t blame him when Shun’s question came out in a trembling voice.
- Master… is it possible…has there been…I mean… a mistake?
(099) - Writer’s choice - Maybe
Cepheus wasn’t as surprised as his two apprentices. He had seen ancient drawings of the Andromeda Cloth in his books and he knew it, of course, resembled a woman. He saw no problem with it, although it was true he hadn’t expected the cloth to be so… well endowed.
He had assured the child there was no mistake and Shun, ever the good boy, had hung his head and muttered his assent. The Silver Saint had quickly changed topics and invited the two youngsters to his private quarters for a celebration dinner later that day, in formal saint attire and with the proper accommodations so that dignity could be preserved in June’s covered face.
That night, in his bed, he chuckled softly remembering the embarrassed look on Shun’s face and June’s nervous foot shifting. Shun had stared at the whip, she at the feminine curves of his cloth and whenever their eyes met they both hurried to look away.
Albiore finally fell asleep, with a smile on his lips and a myriad of maybes in his mind.
who: Shun, June, Albiore (otherwise known as Daidalos)
overall word count: ~420
disclaimer: once upon a time, there were 3 little piglets entities, who wanted to go out in the world. Shueisha built a house made with straw somewhat lesser known ownership system over StS, and the ravid fans came, blew and blew... and started distributing scanned manga without authorization. So Shueisha run and took refuge in Toeie's wooden house well publicized ownership, but the ravid fans came and blew and blew and blew and non-authorized works of yaoi fiction were sold semi-professionally. So the two companies run and run and knocked in Kurumada's brick house, with pretty oak door and ancient red tiles, you can't imagine the indecent amount of money he paid for the thing,.... well, the builder was also a shameless thief, but... well, i'm digressing. Kurumada looked them up and down and said "I've got the original rights" Toei and Shueisha convinced Kurumada that he needed them and sneaked into the house just in time. The ravid fans came and were stunned at the beauty of the house, with its exterior frescoes of bishonen doing amazing things. They blew half-heartedly, but at the end settled for camping outside the house and adding their own parafernalia to the scenery. And here we are today, still very aware of who owns StS and what it is that we do in this story. And colorin colorado, este disclaimer se ha acabado!
(097) - Writer’s choice - Yes
- So, I’m a saint now? Really a Saint?
Shun’s tired smile spread over his face. He was cold, drenched in water and about to pass out from exhaustion but the sheer excitement of the moment kept him conscious.
Albiore patted the kid’s head softly. It was a hardly a surprise, although he had to admit to himself that he had never been truly sure Shun would survive.
- Yes, you’re really a Saint… and I guess I can’t call you child any longer.
(098) - Writer’s choice - No
June helped Shun on his feet, and hugged him just a bit tighter than necessary when the sacred box appeared in front of them. As the lid opened she knew Shun would share the feeling she had experienced a few weeks before -when the cloth rested over your shoulders you realized that everything had been worth it.
There was a shot of pure light and, when she opened her eyes again, Shun was wearing the Andromeda cloth. It was beautiful, with a delicate headpiece and shinning chains that wrapped around Shun’s arms as if they had been there since his birth.
It also had breasts.
Shun’s shinning eyes and avid hands had hungrily explored his new possession with equal delight, and when his still bluish fingers reached his chest June could see he had arrived to the same conclusion.
She didn’t blame him when Shun’s question came out in a trembling voice.
- Master… is it possible…has there been…I mean… a mistake?
(099) - Writer’s choice - Maybe
Cepheus wasn’t as surprised as his two apprentices. He had seen ancient drawings of the Andromeda Cloth in his books and he knew it, of course, resembled a woman. He saw no problem with it, although it was true he hadn’t expected the cloth to be so… well endowed.
He had assured the child there was no mistake and Shun, ever the good boy, had hung his head and muttered his assent. The Silver Saint had quickly changed topics and invited the two youngsters to his private quarters for a celebration dinner later that day, in formal saint attire and with the proper accommodations so that dignity could be preserved in June’s covered face.
That night, in his bed, he chuckled softly remembering the embarrassed look on Shun’s face and June’s nervous foot shifting. Shun had stared at the whip, she at the feminine curves of his cloth and whenever their eyes met they both hurried to look away.
Albiore finally fell asleep, with a smile on his lips and a myriad of maybes in his mind.