Challenge 13
If it's not too late, these are for the challenge. One drabble, and one fic....
Title: Passive
Author: Kuroi
Rating: G
Word Count: Exactly 100 (it might read a little strangely because of it though)
The rain fell in heavy sheets, obscuring everything from the glazed-over eyes that stared out over the streets in a blind hope of catching a glimpse of what they needed to. Hands futilely wiped away the condensation on the glass caused by his breaths. He knew it was of no use to stand here; to wait, to watch, instead of chasing and acting. Still, every time it rained, he would stop, turn, and watch the road that led in and out of Konoha. It had been raining the day Sasuke left him; it would be raining the day he returned.
The fic is a little strange. It was originally meant to be fluffy, but I've been in a really mellow mood recently, so it turned out much more low-key than I would've liked.
Title: Sun-dried Tomatoes
Author: Kuroi
Rating: G
Word Count: 746
Sasuke clutched the umbrella as he ran, childishly cursing the rain, the cold, the dark, and just about everything else that came with it. His feet splashed through puddles, soaking his pants through, and making him wish he had thought to wear better shoes today. As he ran past closed doors and lighted windows, he shifted the package in his arms. “Why couldn’t Aniki gone and gotten the vegetables? He probably would’ve been there and back without even getting wet!”
Finally, he could see the gates of the Uchiha compound, and started to run faster in an attempt to be warm and dry that much sooner. Instead, it caused him to lose traction on the slippery ground, and he pitched forward, umbrella and vegetables spilling from his arms and clattering onto the street. Crouched down on the ground, he frantically tried to save his tomatoes as they rolled into puddles. He would pick up the less important, non-rolling vegetables after he’d gotten all of his tomatoes back. As his hand reached to pick up the last one, another hand lifted the tomato up and wiped off the mud. Sasuke put the rest of his tomatoes back in the soggy bag, and stuck out his hand.
“That’s my tomato.”
The owner of the other hand, another boy, about his age, with blue eyes and blond hair flattened by the rain, pouted slightly. “Geez, I know that! Why’d ya think I picked it up, huh? ‘Cause I like tomatoes? Blech, I hate vegetables! I was just trying to help.” He stuck out the hand with the tomato, and stared defiantly through wet bangs at Sasuke, who just stared suspiciously before hesitantly grabbing back the tomato and shoving it in the bag with the rest. He nodded slightly in thanks, and turned away to pick up the remaining vegetables.
“You don’t talk much, do you? I’m Naruto, Uzumaki Naruto. How ‘bout you?” Naruto squatted down and picked up a leek, tossing it from hand to hand.
Sasuke glared slightly. “Uchiha Sasuke.” He nodded towards the emblems painted across the gates of the compound ahead of them. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t break the leeks- they’re for our dinner.” He reached out and snatched the leek back as it passed from one of Naruto’s hands to the other. “What are you doing out here, anyways? Everyone else is inside, and you don’t even have an umbrella…….idiot.”
Naruto pouted again at the loss of the leek, but started shoveling the final vegetables into the bag, and stood up, trying to brush off the mud from his knees, but only succeeding in smearing it more with his wet hands. Finally, he looked back up at Sasuke. “I got locked out of my apartment, and I was waiting for someone else to come so I could get in. Then you ran past, and I saw you fall and spill everything. So, I came over to help!”
“What about your parents? Weren’t they home?”
Naruto blinked sharply and looked away. “I don’t have any parents, and Iruka’s apartment was dark. So I just sat and waited.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes toward the dark clouds, as if asking them how this boy could be so stupid, and sighed, “So you forgot your keys, and don’t even have an umbrella?”
“…….Pretty much, yeah.”
“…Here.” Sasuke shoved the umbrella into Naruto’s hands, which clutched at it disbelievingly.
“Th-thank you.”
“Hn. Don’t catch a cold.” With that, Sasuke hefted the soggy bag of vegetables in his arms and walked towards the gates, head bowed to fend off the rain.
“Hey, look! The rain’s stopping!” The cry from behind made him look up, where, off in the distance, he could indeed see patches of lighter clouds and even sun. “Maybe when you get home, you can put the vegetables out, and let them dry off in the sun! Then you’ll have sun-dried tomatoes! I’ve always heard those were good, but I don’t like vegetables anyways!” With a wave, he turned and ran off and disappeared around a corner.
Sasuke stood and stared after him with a slightly puzzled expression. Did the idiot really think sun-dried tomatoes just meant letting the sun dry off the rain water? Shaking his head, he passed through the gates and headed home, still thinking. Lost in his thoughts, it never even crossed his mind to ask for the umbrella back, even though the rain no longer fell.
Title: Passive
Author: Kuroi
Rating: G
Word Count: Exactly 100 (it might read a little strangely because of it though)
The rain fell in heavy sheets, obscuring everything from the glazed-over eyes that stared out over the streets in a blind hope of catching a glimpse of what they needed to. Hands futilely wiped away the condensation on the glass caused by his breaths. He knew it was of no use to stand here; to wait, to watch, instead of chasing and acting. Still, every time it rained, he would stop, turn, and watch the road that led in and out of Konoha. It had been raining the day Sasuke left him; it would be raining the day he returned.
The fic is a little strange. It was originally meant to be fluffy, but I've been in a really mellow mood recently, so it turned out much more low-key than I would've liked.
Title: Sun-dried Tomatoes
Author: Kuroi
Rating: G
Word Count: 746
Sasuke clutched the umbrella as he ran, childishly cursing the rain, the cold, the dark, and just about everything else that came with it. His feet splashed through puddles, soaking his pants through, and making him wish he had thought to wear better shoes today. As he ran past closed doors and lighted windows, he shifted the package in his arms. “Why couldn’t Aniki gone and gotten the vegetables? He probably would’ve been there and back without even getting wet!”
Finally, he could see the gates of the Uchiha compound, and started to run faster in an attempt to be warm and dry that much sooner. Instead, it caused him to lose traction on the slippery ground, and he pitched forward, umbrella and vegetables spilling from his arms and clattering onto the street. Crouched down on the ground, he frantically tried to save his tomatoes as they rolled into puddles. He would pick up the less important, non-rolling vegetables after he’d gotten all of his tomatoes back. As his hand reached to pick up the last one, another hand lifted the tomato up and wiped off the mud. Sasuke put the rest of his tomatoes back in the soggy bag, and stuck out his hand.
“That’s my tomato.”
The owner of the other hand, another boy, about his age, with blue eyes and blond hair flattened by the rain, pouted slightly. “Geez, I know that! Why’d ya think I picked it up, huh? ‘Cause I like tomatoes? Blech, I hate vegetables! I was just trying to help.” He stuck out the hand with the tomato, and stared defiantly through wet bangs at Sasuke, who just stared suspiciously before hesitantly grabbing back the tomato and shoving it in the bag with the rest. He nodded slightly in thanks, and turned away to pick up the remaining vegetables.
“You don’t talk much, do you? I’m Naruto, Uzumaki Naruto. How ‘bout you?” Naruto squatted down and picked up a leek, tossing it from hand to hand.
Sasuke glared slightly. “Uchiha Sasuke.” He nodded towards the emblems painted across the gates of the compound ahead of them. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t break the leeks- they’re for our dinner.” He reached out and snatched the leek back as it passed from one of Naruto’s hands to the other. “What are you doing out here, anyways? Everyone else is inside, and you don’t even have an umbrella…….idiot.”
Naruto pouted again at the loss of the leek, but started shoveling the final vegetables into the bag, and stood up, trying to brush off the mud from his knees, but only succeeding in smearing it more with his wet hands. Finally, he looked back up at Sasuke. “I got locked out of my apartment, and I was waiting for someone else to come so I could get in. Then you ran past, and I saw you fall and spill everything. So, I came over to help!”
“What about your parents? Weren’t they home?”
Naruto blinked sharply and looked away. “I don’t have any parents, and Iruka’s apartment was dark. So I just sat and waited.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes toward the dark clouds, as if asking them how this boy could be so stupid, and sighed, “So you forgot your keys, and don’t even have an umbrella?”
“…….Pretty much, yeah.”
“…Here.” Sasuke shoved the umbrella into Naruto’s hands, which clutched at it disbelievingly.
“Th-thank you.”
“Hn. Don’t catch a cold.” With that, Sasuke hefted the soggy bag of vegetables in his arms and walked towards the gates, head bowed to fend off the rain.
“Hey, look! The rain’s stopping!” The cry from behind made him look up, where, off in the distance, he could indeed see patches of lighter clouds and even sun. “Maybe when you get home, you can put the vegetables out, and let them dry off in the sun! Then you’ll have sun-dried tomatoes! I’ve always heard those were good, but I don’t like vegetables anyways!” With a wave, he turned and ran off and disappeared around a corner.
Sasuke stood and stared after him with a slightly puzzled expression. Did the idiot really think sun-dried tomatoes just meant letting the sun dry off the rain water? Shaking his head, he passed through the gates and headed home, still thinking. Lost in his thoughts, it never even crossed his mind to ask for the umbrella back, even though the rain no longer fell.