Drabble request!
This one's for teddybear_angel
I know it's not the NejiTen one, but I fail really hard and decided to start it again because I just couldn't get it right....T_T I am sooo sorry BC!!! But it will hopefully be up soon! I PROMISE!!
Alrighty, here we are:
Title: Happy Birthday, Right?
Characters/Pairings: Naruto, Gaara. Can be seen as NaruGaa, but mainly a friendship fic.
Rating: G
Prompt: Birthday Party
For: teddybear_angel
Happy Birthday, Right?
Gaara never celebrated his birthday. Why would he celebrate it? It was the day he came into this miserable existence, the day he killed his mother. There was nothing good about that day.
He can understand, of course, why people celebrate birthdays. He is not a complete idiot after all. He denies only himself that pleasure, it is not a penance- it is only common sense.
So, having not celebrated a single birthday his whole life, he had not much of an idea what to do when upon entering Naruto’s apartment the blonde promptly handed him a wrapped box and said, “Happy birthday!”
At the risk of looking like a moron, Gaara discerned to not answer for a few seconds. Then he finally opened his mouth and said, “Birthday?” wincing inwardly at how badly he had done at not looking like a moron.
Naruto grinned wider than ever, nodding viciously, “Kankurou told me when it was!” He said by way of explanation, “You should have told me it was so soon!” He looked blissfully unaware of the mental anguish he was causing. Gaara envied him, briefly, before returning to his own train of thought, which was currently heading towards wreck status.
“Um.” He said, eyes darting over to take in Naruto’s smile, “Thank you.” He didn’t want to cause a scene, so he decided deadpan politeness was the way to go in this situation. Naruto shook the box in his face.
“Come on, open it! I know you want to know what’s inside!”
Pff. As if Gaara would be so immature, like a grubby child, tearing at wrappings with a fevered impatience. But he feigned polite interest and opened the package cautiously, as if expecting something to leap out of the wrapping paper into his face.
There was a ludicrous amount of wrapping on the gift, he soon found. It was taking him far too long to reach the prize. But no-wait, Gaara could not be impatient. He kept unwrapping, slowly, methodically.
There was, he noticed not far into the unwrapping process, also an inordinate about of tape on the package. Clearly, Naruto had never learned how to gift-wrap. Then again, who was he to talk?
Finally a small, shining object slithered out from Gaara’s hands and landed on the floor. Naruto, still smiling hugely, bent over to pick it up before Gaara could see what it was. He held it up in front of Gaara’s face, and, although Gaara hadn’t thought it was possible, his grin grew.
It was a necklace-a turquoise crystal, set on a thin black chain, framed by silver. And while Gaara liked his earrings just fine, he wasn’t too sure if this necklace was really his style.
Not one prone to outbursts of gratitude Gaara simply nodded slightly and said, “Thank you, Naruto.”
“Wait!” Naruto cried, and he reached one hand down the collar of his t-shirt, pulling up a necklace identical to the one he held aloft. “See?”
Gaara could see, very well indeed. Naruto had had a matching necklace made. Probably to help strengthen their brotherly bond, or whatever the blonde was always going on about. It was nice of him, at any rate. “Yes.” He answered, wishing that he could formulate a more articulate answer, “Thank you, Naruto, I’ll…wear it.”
“Good!” Naruto nodded vigorously, “Because then you’ll always have something to remind you of me, right? In case you ever forget.”
Gaara laughed quietly and said, in a voice that was entirely genuine, for once, “As if I would ever forget you.”
Naruto grinned once more, suddenly and fiercely enveloping Gaara in an embrace. “Happy birthday, Gaara.” He whispered into his friend’s ear. “Hope you live another year.”
And both of them heard the words that were unspoken, Really, I do.
Birthdays, Gaara decided, weren’t so bad after all. At least, not when celebrated in the company of friends.
-End-
Thanks for reading&i hope you liked it!!
ALSO: I have just been getting more into Bleach...I'm up to ep. 62 by now...and I was just wondering if anyone could rec me some REALLY good Byakuya fic? I have such a craving for it, but it's unbelievably hard to find!
Thanks!
-tallah
ETA: Here's a little Kunoichi-centric piece I wrote a long time ago...I thought I'd put it up, because it's just been lying around. Enjoy!
In her dreams she fell, smashed and spread-eagled, blood dark and thick on the frosted ground, face grey and gaunt and utterly peaceful. In her dreams she swallowed poison, bitter and cold. In her dreams she died again and again, each time different and each time beautiful.
It was not these deaths, not her twisted, flawless dream deaths that killed her. These deaths were illusions, feverish dreams in the dusky time between midnight and morning. These deaths were whole and perfect, untouched by pain and consequence. These deaths were her world.
It was the other deaths that killed her, the deaths she caused with her own two hands, tearing muscle and splintering bone. These deaths were not beautiful. These deaths were not whole. These deaths were marred by pain, overcome by consequence. These deaths spattered her arms with blood and stained her face with tears.
It was in the way she learned to close her ears against the shrieks and dying pleas, close her eyes to the gore and rush of blood. It was in the way she died again and again, glorious and whole, sparkling against an icy ground, chilled and white. It was in her beauty, her unfathomable beauty, like a rose under snow, in her eyes that never darkened and her mouth that never lied.
That was her death, her pain was her death, and her hope was her death. Her murder-she never saw it any other way-was her death. Her beauty was her death.
Her strength was her death.
I know it's not the NejiTen one, but I fail really hard and decided to start it again because I just couldn't get it right....T_T I am sooo sorry BC!!! But it will hopefully be up soon! I PROMISE!!
Alrighty, here we are:
Title: Happy Birthday, Right?
Characters/Pairings: Naruto, Gaara. Can be seen as NaruGaa, but mainly a friendship fic.
Rating: G
Prompt: Birthday Party
For: teddybear_angel
Happy Birthday, Right?
Gaara never celebrated his birthday. Why would he celebrate it? It was the day he came into this miserable existence, the day he killed his mother. There was nothing good about that day.
He can understand, of course, why people celebrate birthdays. He is not a complete idiot after all. He denies only himself that pleasure, it is not a penance- it is only common sense.
So, having not celebrated a single birthday his whole life, he had not much of an idea what to do when upon entering Naruto’s apartment the blonde promptly handed him a wrapped box and said, “Happy birthday!”
At the risk of looking like a moron, Gaara discerned to not answer for a few seconds. Then he finally opened his mouth and said, “Birthday?” wincing inwardly at how badly he had done at not looking like a moron.
Naruto grinned wider than ever, nodding viciously, “Kankurou told me when it was!” He said by way of explanation, “You should have told me it was so soon!” He looked blissfully unaware of the mental anguish he was causing. Gaara envied him, briefly, before returning to his own train of thought, which was currently heading towards wreck status.
“Um.” He said, eyes darting over to take in Naruto’s smile, “Thank you.” He didn’t want to cause a scene, so he decided deadpan politeness was the way to go in this situation. Naruto shook the box in his face.
“Come on, open it! I know you want to know what’s inside!”
Pff. As if Gaara would be so immature, like a grubby child, tearing at wrappings with a fevered impatience. But he feigned polite interest and opened the package cautiously, as if expecting something to leap out of the wrapping paper into his face.
There was a ludicrous amount of wrapping on the gift, he soon found. It was taking him far too long to reach the prize. But no-wait, Gaara could not be impatient. He kept unwrapping, slowly, methodically.
There was, he noticed not far into the unwrapping process, also an inordinate about of tape on the package. Clearly, Naruto had never learned how to gift-wrap. Then again, who was he to talk?
Finally a small, shining object slithered out from Gaara’s hands and landed on the floor. Naruto, still smiling hugely, bent over to pick it up before Gaara could see what it was. He held it up in front of Gaara’s face, and, although Gaara hadn’t thought it was possible, his grin grew.
It was a necklace-a turquoise crystal, set on a thin black chain, framed by silver. And while Gaara liked his earrings just fine, he wasn’t too sure if this necklace was really his style.
Not one prone to outbursts of gratitude Gaara simply nodded slightly and said, “Thank you, Naruto.”
“Wait!” Naruto cried, and he reached one hand down the collar of his t-shirt, pulling up a necklace identical to the one he held aloft. “See?”
Gaara could see, very well indeed. Naruto had had a matching necklace made. Probably to help strengthen their brotherly bond, or whatever the blonde was always going on about. It was nice of him, at any rate. “Yes.” He answered, wishing that he could formulate a more articulate answer, “Thank you, Naruto, I’ll…wear it.”
“Good!” Naruto nodded vigorously, “Because then you’ll always have something to remind you of me, right? In case you ever forget.”
Gaara laughed quietly and said, in a voice that was entirely genuine, for once, “As if I would ever forget you.”
Naruto grinned once more, suddenly and fiercely enveloping Gaara in an embrace. “Happy birthday, Gaara.” He whispered into his friend’s ear. “Hope you live another year.”
And both of them heard the words that were unspoken, Really, I do.
Birthdays, Gaara decided, weren’t so bad after all. At least, not when celebrated in the company of friends.
-End-
Thanks for reading&i hope you liked it!!
ALSO: I have just been getting more into Bleach...I'm up to ep. 62 by now...and I was just wondering if anyone could rec me some REALLY good Byakuya fic? I have such a craving for it, but it's unbelievably hard to find!
Thanks!
-tallah
ETA: Here's a little Kunoichi-centric piece I wrote a long time ago...I thought I'd put it up, because it's just been lying around. Enjoy!
In her dreams she fell, smashed and spread-eagled, blood dark and thick on the frosted ground, face grey and gaunt and utterly peaceful. In her dreams she swallowed poison, bitter and cold. In her dreams she died again and again, each time different and each time beautiful.
It was not these deaths, not her twisted, flawless dream deaths that killed her. These deaths were illusions, feverish dreams in the dusky time between midnight and morning. These deaths were whole and perfect, untouched by pain and consequence. These deaths were her world.
It was the other deaths that killed her, the deaths she caused with her own two hands, tearing muscle and splintering bone. These deaths were not beautiful. These deaths were not whole. These deaths were marred by pain, overcome by consequence. These deaths spattered her arms with blood and stained her face with tears.
It was in the way she learned to close her ears against the shrieks and dying pleas, close her eyes to the gore and rush of blood. It was in the way she died again and again, glorious and whole, sparkling against an icy ground, chilled and white. It was in her beauty, her unfathomable beauty, like a rose under snow, in her eyes that never darkened and her mouth that never lied.
That was her death, her pain was her death, and her hope was her death. Her murder-she never saw it any other way-was her death. Her beauty was her death.
Her strength was her death.