Snagged from a couple of people on the friends' list. One sentence from my WIPs. Since some of them haven't really gotten much farther than the stuff I've already posted, this'll be small on the sentences
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Not a porn-ninja, sorry!sparklyfantaMay 27 2010, 03:12:55 UTC
Kimihiro wasn't expecting the fire to flare up the way it did, surging out from under the wok and reaching greedily for the ceiling. He pulled his arms out of the way and quelled the sparks that had caught the sleeves of his apron with a thought. The wok went flying, vegetables and hot oil sailing through the air, and the pan clattering sharply as it hit the wooden floor of the kitchen.
Himawari dodged back from it, her hands raised to her mouth. She bent to pick up the pan and the vegetables with her bare hands. Kimihiro shouted.
"Hino-san! You'll hurt yourself!"
She dropped a stalk of carrot in the same moment. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry, Ichihara-san."
"It was an accident, Hino-san--"
"No," she said. "It wasn't. It never is. I thought--I thought I was finally getting it under control--" Her hands shook, and she cradled her burnt fingers in her lap to still them. "I'm so sorry, Ichihara-san. I didn't mean for it to do that."
Kimihiro was struck with the contrast--the way his Himawari had told him of her bad luck, and the way Hino-san took the blame for the fire.
"She has to work through whatever this karma is," Yuuko had said. "It may take several lifetimes to do so."
Well. If he had had any doubts that Hino-san had been--and perhaps, still was--his Himawari, they were gone. He carefully stepped over the vegetables and knelt down next to her on the floor, and touched her on the back of her uninjured hand. She glanced at him almost unwillingly, shame and sorrow marking her eyes and the corners of her mouth.
"Like I said, Hino-san. It was an accident. I haven't double-checked the spells on the stove in a long time; I should have done that before letting you help with dinner. It wasn't your fault."
"It always is," she whispered.
Kimihiro half-closed his eyes and tugged on her wrist. "Today it was an accident, and I'm sorry for scaring you," he said. "Come on. We need to doctor those fingers, and then I'll clean up the mess and start dinner over again. Or maybe Yuuko-san will agree to takeout."
Hino stood up slowly and gave him a small, brave smile. "That sounds like a good plan," she said.
Himawari dodged back from it, her hands raised to her mouth. She bent to pick up the pan and the vegetables with her bare hands. Kimihiro shouted.
"Hino-san! You'll hurt yourself!"
She dropped a stalk of carrot in the same moment. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry, Ichihara-san."
"It was an accident, Hino-san--"
"No," she said. "It wasn't. It never is. I thought--I thought I was finally getting it under control--" Her hands shook, and she cradled her burnt fingers in her lap to still them. "I'm so sorry, Ichihara-san. I didn't mean for it to do that."
Kimihiro was struck with the contrast--the way his Himawari had told him of her bad luck, and the way Hino-san took the blame for the fire.
"She has to work through whatever this karma is," Yuuko had said. "It may take several lifetimes to do so."
Well. If he had had any doubts that Hino-san had been--and perhaps, still was--his Himawari, they were gone. He carefully stepped over the vegetables and knelt down next to her on the floor, and touched her on the back of her uninjured hand. She glanced at him almost unwillingly, shame and sorrow marking her eyes and the corners of her mouth.
"Like I said, Hino-san. It was an accident. I haven't double-checked the spells on the stove in a long time; I should have done that before letting you help with dinner. It wasn't your fault."
"It always is," she whispered.
Kimihiro half-closed his eyes and tugged on her wrist. "Today it was an accident, and I'm sorry for scaring you," he said. "Come on. We need to doctor those fingers, and then I'll clean up the mess and start dinner over again. Or maybe Yuuko-san will agree to takeout."
Hino stood up slowly and gave him a small, brave smile. "That sounds like a good plan," she said.
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