10 drabbles
I disappear from the 'net entirely for like a month and a half (except when I spew on Mel's posts periodically) and then I finally come up with this! (Yay, I did something!! Damn all those 16-hour work days to hell.) Beware, I've never written in over half of these fandoms before. Enter at your own risk.
*tensei hakkenshi fuumaroku*
He didn’t care about loyalty or duty - they were stupid sentiments, nothing more. Nor did he really care if it was in fact her friend, not she, who was the reincarnation of Fuse-hime. So she wasn’t the princess they were supposed to protect, so what? She had still been the one who had found all eight of them, gathered them together. No other could, not even Yahiro, the true princess, so obviously she had something special about her too, right? This was his conclusion each time he pondered it, because admitting the truth was difficult, even to himself. But maybe, maybe he just liked her a little bit.
*prince of tennis*
It happened gradually. Before he’d become fully aware of it the sense of comfort had already sunk in completely, subtle and automatic, like the way his violin fit just so between his chin and shoulder, or how his hand perfectly melded with his tennis racket when the grip tape was wrapped just right.
Comfortable or comforting, he wasn’t sure which, but as the boy next to him shifted slightly on the couch, bare arms and shirt sleeves brushing against each other, he wondered if it couldn’t be both.
“What’s with that stupid grin, Choutarou?”
No, he decided, looking over at his partner, it was a feeling of home.
*loveless*
Ritsuka stared at his phone, willing it to ring.
He hadn’t heard from Soubi in three days.
It wasn’t as if he missed the older man, he was just worried that Soubi may have engaged in another fight without telling him, but he felt stupid calling just to check on him.
Sacrifices are supposed to know when their fighter units enter battle. That’s was Yohji said.
Instead of relieving him the thought only made him more miserable, knowing he was inexperienced and naïve as a sacrifice, that he and Soubi weren’t linked like they were supposed to be.
“Soubi… where are you?”
The phone beeped, signaling a text. Ritsuka flipped it open, heart racing as he stared at the words on the LCD screen.
I miss you too, Ritsuka.
*meine liebe*
Carefully wiping cream from his eyes, Eduard surveyed the carnage around him. While shaking pie chunks from his hair he caught sight of Ludwig, whose expression showed displeasure with the mess now that the flinging of pastries had stopped. Naoji stood silently nearby, the corner of his mouth twitching upward into a hint of a smile. Camus wandered the room, making sure no one had been injured.
“Ed.”
He turned, bursting into laughter at his best friend covered in pie. Orpherus rebuked him with a frown, but Eduard shrugged and ran a finger through the cream on the blond’s cheek, staring at the digit for a moment before licking the confection off.
“I think it was a success,” he grinned.
*sono yubi dake ga shitteru* (only the ring finger knows)
“Ug, this sucks.”
Wataru decided he’d had his fill of studying. After throwing his books into his bag he left the library and checked his cell, which had a new message.
'Off work early.' was all it said.
“That Kazuki,” Wataru muttered as he smiled. Changing his direction toward his boyfriend’s apartment he quickly typed, 'Then I’m coming over.'
Desire to see me countless times. Kazuki repeatedly requested it of him, but this was the first time Wataru had given in to his boyfriend’s demand.
He fidgeted with the ring on his left hand as he ran, only slowing when Kazuki‘s reply came:
'Good. I’m waiting.'
Wataru ran as fast as he could.
*hana yori dango*
If you love someone, let them go.
Rui knew that proverb was horribly wrong.
He'd watched Tsukushi fumble, break down and cry at the pain caused by being in love with Tsukasa and the consequences of those feelings. No matter how much they claimed to love one another his best friend would never be able to make her truly happy. Despite what anyone else thought, Rui firmly believed only he could accomplish such a feat, and each time he watched her cry Rui grew more certain. He was just her rescuer now, but he vowed never to let her go. One day he would to steal her away and grant her the happiness she deserved.
*seraphim spiral*
What... the hell...? The unfinished thought echoed in Daisuke's head as he stared at the new transfer student.
"Class, this is Kugami Akito," the teacher spoke, but Daisuke felt so confused that it might as well have been a foreign language.
What are you doing here Akito? he wanted to yell. Where have you been all this time?!
Akito’s apathetic stare passed over him, and Daisuke’s heart sank at the lack of recognition on his face.
What the hell is that? he fumed silently. If you think I’ll let you get away with leaving and then forgetting me, you better think again, you bastard!
*la corda d'oro*
The rise and fall of a violin melody caught Hino’s attention, and she glanced into the practice room, surprised to see that Tsukimori of all people had forgotten to shut his door.
She didn’t recognize the song, but it was beautifully complicated. His bow moved faster and faster, the pace so dizzying that Hino couldn’t close her eyes as she listened. He took her higher, higher, and just as she felt about to overflow with the passion he awoke in her chest his bow suddenly stopped.
Hino realized she’d been holding her breath in expectation. Embarrassed at her own disappointment, she ran down the hall.
Inside the practice room Tsukimori smirked.
*gakuen heaven* (SPOILER WARNING)
He’d kill them all, Kazuki vowed.
Naruse had been chased off. Again. But he’d managed to steal a kiss from Keita. Again. Niwa and Nakajima took to invading Keita’s personal space at every chance, and Kazuki suspected they held a grudge for not being told the real identity of BL Academy’s chairman. Saionji met Keita for lunch weekly, and both he and Shichijo enjoyed teasing Kazuki about these “dates.”
Kazuki wanted to scream. Except then Keita would turn those big blue eyes on him and say that no one meant any harm so why was Kazuki overreacting.
“Look, Kazuki! It’s Matsuoka-sensei!”
Kazuki wrapped his arm around Keita’s waist tightly and sighed.
*harukanaru toki no naka de 3*
Nozomi held a stick, crouched down on the beach. Hinoe snuck up and wrapped his arms around her, chuckling when she started.
He stared at the two overlapping circles in the sand and asked, “What’s this?”
“A Venn Diagram comparing this world to mine. Yuzuru-kun got me thinking.”
“Venn Diagram?” He stumbled over the foreign words.
“Each circle has its own traits, and the overlap is what they have in common,” she explained.
“But you made a mistake, princess.” He took the stick, crossed out the ‘me’ in the overlap, and wrote ‘my princess’ in the circle representing his world.
“I won’t give you up, you know,” he whispered into her ear.
~ ~ ~
Tried to keep them all 100 words, managed to keep 'em all under 120 I think. ^_^ That's a feat for me! Last one is for Hinoe, cuz it's his birthday~!! (I'll drink later on... ^^) And a bunch of them are for Mel, cuz she kept me sane for the past month.
The Venn Diagram thing... is half in-joke and half salute to my own idiocy. "Not only is Atsumori in the party, but also Benkei... In the Venn Diagram of Hinoe's life he'll just never get lucky."
Now it's back to work on the cosplay stuff! ::excited::
*tensei hakkenshi fuumaroku*
He didn’t care about loyalty or duty - they were stupid sentiments, nothing more. Nor did he really care if it was in fact her friend, not she, who was the reincarnation of Fuse-hime. So she wasn’t the princess they were supposed to protect, so what? She had still been the one who had found all eight of them, gathered them together. No other could, not even Yahiro, the true princess, so obviously she had something special about her too, right? This was his conclusion each time he pondered it, because admitting the truth was difficult, even to himself. But maybe, maybe he just liked her a little bit.
*prince of tennis*
It happened gradually. Before he’d become fully aware of it the sense of comfort had already sunk in completely, subtle and automatic, like the way his violin fit just so between his chin and shoulder, or how his hand perfectly melded with his tennis racket when the grip tape was wrapped just right.
Comfortable or comforting, he wasn’t sure which, but as the boy next to him shifted slightly on the couch, bare arms and shirt sleeves brushing against each other, he wondered if it couldn’t be both.
“What’s with that stupid grin, Choutarou?”
No, he decided, looking over at his partner, it was a feeling of home.
*loveless*
Ritsuka stared at his phone, willing it to ring.
He hadn’t heard from Soubi in three days.
It wasn’t as if he missed the older man, he was just worried that Soubi may have engaged in another fight without telling him, but he felt stupid calling just to check on him.
Sacrifices are supposed to know when their fighter units enter battle. That’s was Yohji said.
Instead of relieving him the thought only made him more miserable, knowing he was inexperienced and naïve as a sacrifice, that he and Soubi weren’t linked like they were supposed to be.
“Soubi… where are you?”
The phone beeped, signaling a text. Ritsuka flipped it open, heart racing as he stared at the words on the LCD screen.
I miss you too, Ritsuka.
*meine liebe*
Carefully wiping cream from his eyes, Eduard surveyed the carnage around him. While shaking pie chunks from his hair he caught sight of Ludwig, whose expression showed displeasure with the mess now that the flinging of pastries had stopped. Naoji stood silently nearby, the corner of his mouth twitching upward into a hint of a smile. Camus wandered the room, making sure no one had been injured.
“Ed.”
He turned, bursting into laughter at his best friend covered in pie. Orpherus rebuked him with a frown, but Eduard shrugged and ran a finger through the cream on the blond’s cheek, staring at the digit for a moment before licking the confection off.
“I think it was a success,” he grinned.
*sono yubi dake ga shitteru* (only the ring finger knows)
“Ug, this sucks.”
Wataru decided he’d had his fill of studying. After throwing his books into his bag he left the library and checked his cell, which had a new message.
'Off work early.' was all it said.
“That Kazuki,” Wataru muttered as he smiled. Changing his direction toward his boyfriend’s apartment he quickly typed, 'Then I’m coming over.'
Desire to see me countless times. Kazuki repeatedly requested it of him, but this was the first time Wataru had given in to his boyfriend’s demand.
He fidgeted with the ring on his left hand as he ran, only slowing when Kazuki‘s reply came:
'Good. I’m waiting.'
Wataru ran as fast as he could.
*hana yori dango*
If you love someone, let them go.
Rui knew that proverb was horribly wrong.
He'd watched Tsukushi fumble, break down and cry at the pain caused by being in love with Tsukasa and the consequences of those feelings. No matter how much they claimed to love one another his best friend would never be able to make her truly happy. Despite what anyone else thought, Rui firmly believed only he could accomplish such a feat, and each time he watched her cry Rui grew more certain. He was just her rescuer now, but he vowed never to let her go. One day he would to steal her away and grant her the happiness she deserved.
*seraphim spiral*
What... the hell...? The unfinished thought echoed in Daisuke's head as he stared at the new transfer student.
"Class, this is Kugami Akito," the teacher spoke, but Daisuke felt so confused that it might as well have been a foreign language.
What are you doing here Akito? he wanted to yell. Where have you been all this time?!
Akito’s apathetic stare passed over him, and Daisuke’s heart sank at the lack of recognition on his face.
What the hell is that? he fumed silently. If you think I’ll let you get away with leaving and then forgetting me, you better think again, you bastard!
*la corda d'oro*
The rise and fall of a violin melody caught Hino’s attention, and she glanced into the practice room, surprised to see that Tsukimori of all people had forgotten to shut his door.
She didn’t recognize the song, but it was beautifully complicated. His bow moved faster and faster, the pace so dizzying that Hino couldn’t close her eyes as she listened. He took her higher, higher, and just as she felt about to overflow with the passion he awoke in her chest his bow suddenly stopped.
Hino realized she’d been holding her breath in expectation. Embarrassed at her own disappointment, she ran down the hall.
Inside the practice room Tsukimori smirked.
*gakuen heaven* (SPOILER WARNING)
He’d kill them all, Kazuki vowed.
Naruse had been chased off. Again. But he’d managed to steal a kiss from Keita. Again. Niwa and Nakajima took to invading Keita’s personal space at every chance, and Kazuki suspected they held a grudge for not being told the real identity of BL Academy’s chairman. Saionji met Keita for lunch weekly, and both he and Shichijo enjoyed teasing Kazuki about these “dates.”
Kazuki wanted to scream. Except then Keita would turn those big blue eyes on him and say that no one meant any harm so why was Kazuki overreacting.
“Look, Kazuki! It’s Matsuoka-sensei!”
Kazuki wrapped his arm around Keita’s waist tightly and sighed.
*harukanaru toki no naka de 3*
Nozomi held a stick, crouched down on the beach. Hinoe snuck up and wrapped his arms around her, chuckling when she started.
He stared at the two overlapping circles in the sand and asked, “What’s this?”
“A Venn Diagram comparing this world to mine. Yuzuru-kun got me thinking.”
“Venn Diagram?” He stumbled over the foreign words.
“Each circle has its own traits, and the overlap is what they have in common,” she explained.
“But you made a mistake, princess.” He took the stick, crossed out the ‘me’ in the overlap, and wrote ‘my princess’ in the circle representing his world.
“I won’t give you up, you know,” he whispered into her ear.
~ ~ ~
Tried to keep them all 100 words, managed to keep 'em all under 120 I think. ^_^ That's a feat for me! Last one is for Hinoe, cuz it's his birthday~!! (I'll drink later on... ^^) And a bunch of them are for Mel, cuz she kept me sane for the past month.
The Venn Diagram thing... is half in-joke and half salute to my own idiocy. "Not only is Atsumori in the party, but also Benkei... In the Venn Diagram of Hinoe's life he'll just never get lucky."
Now it's back to work on the cosplay stuff! ::excited::