Drabble Batch #01 (10/30)
Title: Drabble-Batch #01 (1-10)
Pairing: Shibutani Subaru x Yasuda Shota
Rating: G to PG-13
Genre: Fluff, Angst, AU, a bit of everything
Wordcount: 100 words each
Disclaimer: (here)
Synopsis: Because everyone (especially my english-teacher D:) tells me to condense, I decided to give it a try. I've planned to write 30 of these, here are the first ten. There are some where I regret I had to fit them into that 100 word limit. I wish I had at least 200 words for Fireflies, Odd Socks and Groceries (will follow in the next batch), but well... I hope you'll like them anyways.
I. Rain
It was always raining when something dramatic happened.
That was like a rule made up by bad and stereotypical movies.
He would never have thought that the actual ending would also be that dramatic and sappy that it could have sprung right out of such a movie.
If it wasn’t for the rain to crackle down on him, not wanting to stop, while he was still staring at the space next to him that had been occupied. Before everything had derailed, had crushed, leaving him with the picture of his crying boyfriend burnt into his mind.
But Yassu was gone.
II. Park Bench
“If you could wish for anything, what would it be?” “One wish?” “But keep in mind that even I have principles.” “Stopping you from eating my strawberries won’t count? “ “...” “Don’t give me that evil look, you know I’m immune.” “…” “And stop the sulking” “Hey, I’m trying to make a point here…I fail, hu?” “Yes.” “Damn.”
“But for the wish…” “You’ve better come up with something good.” “I wish that you and I will sit like this even if we’re old and wrinkled” “You know I’m still going to steal your strawberries?” “Yes” “I think it’s okay then.”
III. Lawyers
“So. You and Shige, hu?” There was a faint shimmer of mistrust in Subaru’s eyes before he sighed and leaned back, his elbow bumping into his boyfriend’s.
“We can go on double-dates!” The way that blush started to redden Ryo’s cheeks nearly made Subaru smile, but when he realized what Yassu just said, his head spun around, making his thick framed glasses slide down a little.
“Don’t you think you should ask me before deciding that?” Yassu’s face was filled with utter perplexity. “No?”, before he went back to his sketching.
“But I don’t like lawyers.”
“Hey, I heard that!”
IV. Stumble
Each time they would come home, a bit too drunk, too chipper, blindly searching their way to Subaru’s bedroom, they would stumble over their shoes, Subaru’s pants he always forgets to put away so they would end up on the floor somewhere in between his room and the washer, their own feet.
Subaru would bump against that bookshelf and Yassu would laugh until Subaru would shut him up with a kiss, making him forget about bumping into furniture. He would fight over dominance, trying to lead Subaru.
Funny enough, he was the only one who could find the way blindly.
V. Strawberries
“You DID steal my strawberry again, didn’t you?” Sounding like a little child, Yassu’s wail filled the café. He had learnt not to cry anymore. But it was still maddening. Stupid Subaru.
“Yoko did it! I swear!” answered said Stupid Subaru.
“OI! What?” was the loud protest from the other side of the table.
“You can have mine, Yassu.” Beaming, Yassu’s view followed the strawberry being placed onto his piece of cake.
“Oh, Tacchon is so nice. Maybe he should be my boyfriend instea...”
Before Yassu could finish his sentence, Subaru’s strawberry had found its way to the blond’s mouth.
VI. Watermelon
“Shibuyan?” The older guy was lured into living room, following the fruity smell that made his stomach protest. Shota was sitting on the couch, a slice of watermelon in his hands and several other slices on a plate on the table, way too short pants covering his legs. “This time it’s watermelons?” Subaru asked, fishing for a slice, settling down on the couch right in that space between Shota’s legs. “Yes. You can’t steal those.”
Subaru turned over, taking a big bite of his boyfriend’s watermelon, and grinned. “You’re sure?”
Two seconds later, he was kicked off of the couch.
VII. Last dance
Minutes turn into hours when you find your eyes attached to the blond stranger on the dance floor.
The way the well-built body sways to the music, following the rhythm, sometimes whispering, sometimes shouting its own story, a mysterious vibrancy that makes you want to reach out, hold onto him, rest your hands on his hips, guiding him through the notes, let yourself go and sink into the music, into the passion.
You forget how long you sit there, staring, but suddenly blond hair and hazy brown eyes beg you for one last dance and you simply cannot deny.
VIII. Fireflies
Under a cloudless night sky, two figures are lying in the sand, shooting star gazing.
“They look like a million of fireflies.” says one “Fireflies?” asks the other. “A whole family. Look, over there, that’s mother firefly. That little one over there is baby firefly. And that slow one is grandmother firefly.” “And that big, shining light?” “That’s a Subaru firefly.” “How come it’s named like that?” “Although it’s so tiny from down here, its glow is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. But I will never be able to catch it, as much as I reach out and try.”
IX. Odd socks
They were in love with that particular pair of neon-blue socks, unevenly decorated with white dots and black hearts.
Especially when the elegant outlines of a foot shaped them, made their curves visible.
Stored up in that dark place, they would try their best to be placed next to them, snuggling with the soft wool, whispering stories of wires and threads, of dots and stripes.
But their favourite time was that moment on days off, fleetingly meeting in the middle of the couch, the big toes of their owners touching, subtle strokes caressing the other through layers of enamoured fabric.
X. Letters
Subaru was taken by surprise when he found the first letter, just two minutes after his phone had sent the latest reply to Yassu. It was all feelings, making his knees give in a little and his stomach twist in somersaults. The first thing that struck him was the used Subaru, the second the absence of any emoticons. Third he realized the power of the words the younger one chose; phrases, words, characters, letters only someone like Yassu could transform into what made Subaru shiver, fall, love, even if it wasn’t for the content to fill his stomach with butterflies.