[Fic] Olympics, Hikaru no Go/Star Wars, xxxHOLiC, Gouhou Drug, Hikaru no Go, CCD/HUNTERXHUNTER
Title: Phelps Delivers
Author: doumeki
Rating: G
Series: 2008 Olympics
Characters/Pairings: Michael Phelps
Word Count: 204
Author's Notes: Written at aoyagi's request. This is also for anyone who has watched the Olympics and thought that Phelps should have his own national anthem.
He stood on the highest platform, waiting to receive his twelfth gold medal. He smiled at the crowd, teeth flashing in the bursts of light from the reporters’ cameras, and bowed his head as the lovely Chinese woman placed the medal around his neck.
“And now, it is time for the national anthem of the United States.”
Michael Phelps frowned and jumped down from his podium, making his way towards the nearest official with a microphone.
“Attention, ladies and gentlemen,” he began, speaking clearly into the mic. “I’m sure that you are all as bored of hearing the US’s national anthem as I am. Well, not as bored as me, since I have to keep hearing it every time I swim, but, that’s besides the point.” He smiled at the onlookers who peered at him curiously. “I wrote something else that I want to play tonight, instead. I call it, ‘Phelps Delivers.’”
There was a murmur of curiosity from the crowd before he nodded. “Good.”
He handed the CD to the official, who passed it off to someone else, who then passed it off until it reached the sound tower.
The music started up, and Phelps placed his hand over his chest and smiled.
Title: Cookies We Have Not
Author: doumeki
Rating: G
Series: Hikaru no Go, Star Wars
Characters/Pairings: Yoda, Dark Lord Yeong-Ha, Yashiro
Word Count: 112
Author's Notes: Written at umarekawareru's request. This is a world that I will probably end up playing in again, just for the sheer fun factor. ♥
“Resist you must,” Master Yoda told him. “The Dark Side brings nothing but sorrow, it does.”
The Sith lord smiled at him. “If you want me to refute his words, I won’t.”
He glared. “Then why should I join you?”
Dark Lord Yeong-Ha smirked. “We have… cookies.”
“Fight the temptation you must!” Master Yoda insisted. “Nothing for you, there is.”
“But,” he wavered, looking between the Sith and his master. “Cookies?”
“Yes,” Dark Lord Yeong-Ha cajoled.
“What kind?”
“Double chocolate chip.”
“Seriously?”
Master Yoda shook his head. “Lost him, we have,” he whispered sadly.
Dark Lord Yeong-Ha handed Yashiro a double chocolate chip cookie and said triumphantly, “Welcome to the Dark Side.”
Title: Of Bastards and Jerks
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG for language
Series: Gouhou Drug, xxxHOLiC
Characters/Pairings: Watanuki, Kazahaya
Word Count: 555
Author's Notes: Written at chaineddove's request. Not too much bitching, but there is definitely the set up for them to meet up again and have a bitchfest. ♥
“Who does that damned Doumeki think he is?” Watanuki fumed, stalking down the street. “What am I? His personal chef? His girlfriend?” His face paled. “That’s what everyone must think,” he whispered to himself in horror. “That’s it! Starting from tomorrow, that bastard can make his own damned lunch! Or get it from one of the hundreds of girls vying for his attention!”
Watanuki was so caught up in his ranting that he didn’t notice the other man until he ran smack into him and they tumbled to the ground.
Quickly, he scrambled to his feet and offered the other man a hand. “I’m so sorry,” Watanuki apologized effusively. “I wasn’t watching where I was going!”
The other guy stood up, ignoring Watanuki’s proffered hand. “It’s fine. I wasn’t paying attention either, so let’s just call it even. Besides, if that jerk were here, he’d say it was my fault, anyway.”
Watanuki frowned. “I’m sorry if I’m being too intrusive, but do you work at the Green Drugstore?”
“Yeah,” the other guy said before his eyes lit up in recognition. “You’re the guy who’s always buying Eki-kyabe!”
Watanuki flushed. “It’s for my boss,” he replied quickly. “She’s a drunk. My name is Watanuki Kimihiro.”
“Kudou Kazahaya,” Kudou-kun said. “My boss is a psy-psycho. Or, at least Saiga-san is. Kakei-san is… well, Kakei-san.”
“The other man who works with you isn’t around?” Watanuki asked. He couldn’t quite remember ever having seen Kudou-kun without the Doumeki-esque person.
“Rikuo? Nah. He’s on a job. Told me to make him dinner, but that huge jerk ate the last of the rice for lunch, and he only eats a certain brand, so I have to go buy some.”
“Ah,” Watanuki said. “I understand. Doumeki, that bastard, is always having me cook for him, and he always wants something out of season!”
“I can’t cook all that well, so I can make rice. I tried curry once. Rikuo choked.” Kudou paused. “Maybe I should make curry again tonight.”
Watanuki smiled. “Doumeki eats anything and everything, but he always picks the hardest to make stuff. Like he wants kaiseki-ryori for lunch tomorrow. Where am I going to get the ingredients for it? By the time I get out of Yuuko-san’s, all the shops will have closed!”
“Yuuko-san? Is she the Space Time Witch?” Kudou asked curiously.
“Eh? You know Yuuko-san?”
Kudou shook his head. “No, my boss does. We do odd jobs for her, sometimes. Saiga-san mentioned her once.”
“Odd jobs?” Watanuki thought of the vase. “Did you get a vase for her once?”
“Huh? A vase?” Kudou paused. “We got a vase, but I didn’t know it went to her. Mostly, we get her different kinds of wine.”
“Ah.” That… explained nothing. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Kudou-kun.” Watanuki looked at his watch and screamed. “I’m going to be late! She’s going to dock my pay! AGAIN!”
Kudou looked over at Watanuki’s watch. “Gah! That ass is going to be home any minute, and I still haven’t bought the rice!”
Watanuki bowed hurriedly. “I apologize for having to rush off.”
“It’s fine. I have to go, too.” Kudou bowed. “If you have any free time, please stop by the drugstore. I’ll treat you to something to drink.”
Watanuki smiled. “Thank you,” and took off in the direction of Yuuko-san’s shop.
Title: Moving Woes
Author: doumeki
Rating: G
Series: Hikaru no Go
Characters/Pairings: Hikaru, Touya
Word Count: 357
Author's Notes: Written at aiwritingfic's request. Hope this sort of cheers you up, darling. ♥
“I hate moving,” Hikaru moaned, letting his head drop onto the table at the ramen shop he had dragged Touya to.
Touya sighed. “Get your head off the table, Shindou. You don’t know what’s been on it,” he informed him. “And it’s not that horrid.”
“Have you ever moved?” Hikaru demanded. “There’s packing, and moving the damned boxes across town. And I can’t drive, so I can’t even rent a truck. Dad has to work, and Mom hasn’t driven a car in her life. Grandpa’s license was taken away after ran into that shop.”
“I told you, I could ask Ogata-san and Ashiwara-san to help you move,” Touya told him patiently. “But you refuse.”
“Ashiwara-san is coming with Saeki-san, so I already have him. And I don’t want to owe Ogata-san anything. At all.”
“Then who is going to drive? Or are we all carrying your belongings across town?”
“I don’t know,” Hikaru snapped. “And what do you mean, we? You have a game that day.”
“My match was rescheduled,” Touya told him shortly, staring at his ramen. “So I’ll be able to help.”
“Oh. Cool.”
“The question still remains, Shindou. How are we moving your belongings?”
“The answer’s still the same, Touya. I. Don’t. Know.”
“Ogata-san is still an option.”
“No. No he is not. He is not an option, was never an option.”
Touya sighed. “You’re being childish. I’m sure he’d be glad to help.”
Help, my ass, creepy pedophile bastard, Hikaru thought. “I’ll think of something.”
“By the time you arrive at a solution, you’ll have already moved.”
“Hey!”
“It’s the truth, Shindou. I’ll ask Ogata-san tonight at dinner.”
“It’s your idea, Touya. I don’t want him thinking I’ll be grateful or anything.”
“Yes, Shindou. Now eat your ramen.”
“When did that get here?”
“While you were moaning about how horrible moving is.”
“Oh.”
Touya carefully began to eat his ramen. “Besides, the worst part about moving has yet to come.”
Hikaru looked up from his bowl and frowned. “What’s that?” he asked around a mouthful of ramen.
“Unpacking.”
Hikaru dropped his chopsticks and lowered his head to the table again. “I hate moving.”
Title: A Discussion Among Equals
Author: doumeki
Rating: G
Series: xxxHOLiC
Characters: Yuuko, Yuuko
Word Count: 339
Author's Notes: Written at measuringlife's request. Hopefully, this is at least sort of what you had in mind. ♥
Yuuko watched as her as she moved across the shop with liquid grace. She would pause, run her finger lightly over one object or another, then move on.
Just as she had done many years ago.
“Watanuki isn’t here, but may I offer you some tea?”
The other her raised an eyebrow. “You can make tea?” she asked.
Yuuko smiled politely. “I can. Can’t you?”
Ichihara grinned. “Of course. It’s a rather simple process, don’t you agree, Yuuko?”
“Of course. Two spoons of sugar, correct?”
“However did you guess?”
Yuuko excused herself and went to the kitchen, grabbing the tea set that Watanuki had put together before he had left moments earlier. She picked it up and made her way back to the parlor where her guest waited.
“I hope that Earl Grey is acceptable,” she said.
Ichihara frowned. “That’s what he drank.”
Yuuko’s face was pleasantly blank as she poured their tea. “Would you like some milk to go with it?”
Ichihara scowled. “No, thank you.”
“As you desire,” Yuuko replied, pouring some milk into her own tea. She didn’t enjoy the British way of taking their tea, and had always scowled distastefully when Clow had mixed them, but it was necessary.
“Do you remember him?” Ichihara asked a moment later.
Yuuko sipped her tea, thinking about the question. “I remember him, but there are more important things that must be done. Wallowing merely cheapens the memories.”
Ichihara stiffened. Yuuko continued to sip her tea, remembering being in the chair Ichihara was in, remembering the thoughts that swirled through her head at the seemingly callous words.
“I see,” Ichihara said. “It’s all for a purpose, is that right?”
“Yes.”
Ichihara placed her cup back on its saucer. “Then I shall take my leave.”
Yuuko stood and saw her guest out. As she watched Ichihara disappear through the gate, she looked at the sky.
“Even so many years later, you can still break my heart,” she whispered to the wind.
Then she turned and went back into the shop.
Title: A Lady's Request
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG
Series: HUNTER x HUNTER, CLAMP Gakuen Tanteidan
Characters/Pairings: Gon, Killua, Nokoru, Suoh, Akira
Word Count: 596
Author's Notes: For hungrybookworm, who wanted to see the hilarity of CLAMP Gakuen Tanteidan and HUNTER x HUNTER crossed over. ♥
Killua fought the urge to wrap his hands very tightly around his best friend’s neck. Gon was, of course, oblivious.
“And don’t forget to act really sad, Killua!” Gon chattered on. “After all, Imonoyama-san won’t help us if you’re not distressed!”
“It’s your dad, Gon,” Killua pointed out and congratulated himself on his voice being calm. “Why can’t you be the girl?”
Gon smiled charmingly at him. “I wouldn’t make a very good girl, Killua. You’re much cuter!”
There were quite a few things he could have said to that - many of them not appropriate - but they were at the door to Imonoyama’s office. Killua mentally went over the information that Leorio had given them a week ago - sixteen, blonde, rich, feminist, can’t turn away a female in distress regardless of age, attitude, or looks.
“Let’s go, Killua! Remember, be sad!” And with that, Gon opened the door.
A man was suddenly on his knee in front of him, Killua’s hand lightly grasped in his hand. “I welcome you, fair lady,” he said, touching his lips to Killua’s wrist. “My name is Imonoyama Nokoru.”
Killua had to fight the urge to electrocute the guy to a crisp; after all, it wouldn’t help Gon’s search if he killed their only real lead.
“T-thank you,” Killua stammered instead, trying to keep his voice quiet and suitably distressed.
“What brings such sorrow to a beautiful lady’s face?”
“We’re trying to find someone for over five years, but he keeps eluding us,” Gon replied cheerfully.
“Would it make you smile if I were to find him for you?” Imonoyama asked, and Killua nodded. “Suoh! Akira! We have a mission!”
Two other men who had been milling around the room - presumably doing actual work rather than waiting to pounce on the first person to enter the room - reacted to the statement with varying degrees of excitement. The blue-haired boy whom Killua had been keeping an eye on sighed heavily and put his paperwork down, while the brunette clapped happily.
“Now, please give us all of the information you know about this missing person,” Imonoyama said. “We will find him by the week’s end.”
Killua stifled the urge to snort. It wasn’t very ladylike.
Gon happily complied, sitting down with the brunette and giving a detailed account of the last five years. The other man stood behind Imonoyama, who sat with Killua and kept offering him various sweets, which Killua gladly accepted.
“That should be it,” Gon announced.
Good, Killua thought. Now we can get out of here.
“Wonderful,” Imonoyama replied. “We will contact you as soon as Gin-san’s whereabouts have been found. Please let Leorio-san know that the video will be sent to him this afternoon.”
“Will do!” Gon agreed, tugging on Killua’s sleeve. “Let’s go, Killua!”
Killua stood and followed Gon out of the room, and, when they were far enough away that he wasn’t paranoid that Imonoyama was going to pop out of nowhere, he asked, “What video?”
“Eh?” Gon looked at him blankly for a second before saying, “Oh! You didn’t know! I forgot!”
“Didn’t know what, Gon?” Killua asked, grinding his teeth together.
“Imonoyama knew you were a boy! He was helping us as a favor to Leorio,” Gon explained. “So he’s sending the video of you dressed as a girl to Leorio because Leorio wants it.”
Gon continued ahead, not noticing that Killua had stopped cold. He hoped Kurapica wasn’t too fond of Leorio, because Leorio was going to meet with a few thousand watts of electricity as soon as Killua got his hands on him.
Title: An Unusual Purpose
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG-13
Series: Hikaru no Go
Characters/Pairings: Kuwabara Honinbou, Isumi, Ogata
Word Count: 589
Author's Notes: Written at aoyagi's request. This is sort of a side-story to her Super Sekrit Diaries series.
“Isumi-kun,” Kuwabara calls out, and Isumi-kun stops, though his shoulders are tense. Kuwabara decides to refer Isumi-kun to his spa once he takes care of what he needs.
“Yes, Kuwabara-sensei?” Isumi-kun says politely.
“I need you to go shopping with me,” Kuwabara explains with a smile. “I’m looking for something, and I don’t know where to find it.”
“Ah,” Isumi-kun says, and Kuwabara can tell the kid is getting more uncomfortable by the moment. “Perhaps you can try online?”
Kuwabara shakes his head. “Already tried that.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll wait for your match to finish, and then we can go,” Kuwabara tells him.
Isumi-kun nods apprehensively and leaves.
+++
Shinichirou wins by two moku, and he’s as surprised as Ochi-kun is. “Thank you for the game,” he says politely, and gets up to mark his win, leaving Ochi-kun to clean off the goban.
He grabs his bag and slips on his shoes and takes the elevator down, only to have to door open to a grinning Kuwabara-sensei.
Shinichirou takes a step back without meaning to. “Kuwabara-sensei,” he says.
“Let’s go, Isumi-kun,” he says, and drags Shinichirou out of the elevator and through the glass doors of the Tokyo Ki-in.
They go past a startled Waya and Shindou-kun, who stare after them with wide eyes, and Shinichirou makes a mental note to talk to Waya and explain that this isn’t what it looks like.
They are in the taxi before Shinichirou thinks to ask about what they’re searching for.
“Gay radar,” Kuwabara-sensei answers, and Shinichirou pales.
“You, you can’t buy that, Kuwabara-sensei,” he tries to explain, but he can tell that his cheeks are bright red.
“Eh?” Kuwabara-sensei turns to look at him. “So, is it free, then?”
Shinichirou shakes his head vigorously. “It’s something you… You only have it…. Onlygaypeoplehaveit.”
Kuwabara-sensei frowns. “So I have to buy a gay person, then.”
He sounds completely serious.
Shinichirou suddenly realizes that he is probably going to be scarred for life.
“Take us to Niichome, instead,” Kuwabara-sensei instructs that taxi driver.
“No!” Shinichirou cries out. “I mean, we can’t, Kuwabara-sensei! People might get the wrong idea! We’ll cause a scandal!”
Kuwabara-sensei looks at him seriously for a moment. “Are you gay, Isumi-kun?”
If there had been any color left in Shinichirou’s face, it would have been gone.
Kuwabara-sensei is still looking at him, waiting for an answer, so Shinichirou nods slowly. Kuwabara-sensei rattles off another address to the driver, who nods, and they are no longer shooting towards the red-light district, but toward a nice area of town that looks vaguely familiar.
“Where are we going, Kuwabara-sensei?” Shinichirou asks, dreading the answer.
Kuwabara-sensei just smiles at him.
+++
Seiji is staring mournfully at his fish tank. Tokugawa used to flit to the glass and run into it when Seiji did this, but there is no more Tokugawa, and Seiji wonders what he is supposed to do now.
His other fish are watching him, and he tries to smile at them, to reassure them that is fine when the doorbell rings.
He stands up and makes his way to the foyer. He checks his appearance in the mirror on the way.
Kuwabara and Isumi are standing in his door way. The old man has his hands on Isumi’s shoulders, cackling gleefully.
“Gay or straight?” Kuwabara says, and Isumi looks like he’s going to cry.
“Gay,” Isumi whispers.
“Got it,” Kuwabara says before dragging Isumi away.
Seiji shuts the door. It was probably best for his sanity if he pretends to have never seen that.
Author: doumeki
Rating: G
Series: 2008 Olympics
Characters/Pairings: Michael Phelps
Word Count: 204
Author's Notes: Written at aoyagi's request. This is also for anyone who has watched the Olympics and thought that Phelps should have his own national anthem.
He stood on the highest platform, waiting to receive his twelfth gold medal. He smiled at the crowd, teeth flashing in the bursts of light from the reporters’ cameras, and bowed his head as the lovely Chinese woman placed the medal around his neck.
“And now, it is time for the national anthem of the United States.”
Michael Phelps frowned and jumped down from his podium, making his way towards the nearest official with a microphone.
“Attention, ladies and gentlemen,” he began, speaking clearly into the mic. “I’m sure that you are all as bored of hearing the US’s national anthem as I am. Well, not as bored as me, since I have to keep hearing it every time I swim, but, that’s besides the point.” He smiled at the onlookers who peered at him curiously. “I wrote something else that I want to play tonight, instead. I call it, ‘Phelps Delivers.’”
There was a murmur of curiosity from the crowd before he nodded. “Good.”
He handed the CD to the official, who passed it off to someone else, who then passed it off until it reached the sound tower.
The music started up, and Phelps placed his hand over his chest and smiled.
Title: Cookies We Have Not
Author: doumeki
Rating: G
Series: Hikaru no Go, Star Wars
Characters/Pairings: Yoda, Dark Lord Yeong-Ha, Yashiro
Word Count: 112
Author's Notes: Written at umarekawareru's request. This is a world that I will probably end up playing in again, just for the sheer fun factor. ♥
“Resist you must,” Master Yoda told him. “The Dark Side brings nothing but sorrow, it does.”
The Sith lord smiled at him. “If you want me to refute his words, I won’t.”
He glared. “Then why should I join you?”
Dark Lord Yeong-Ha smirked. “We have… cookies.”
“Fight the temptation you must!” Master Yoda insisted. “Nothing for you, there is.”
“But,” he wavered, looking between the Sith and his master. “Cookies?”
“Yes,” Dark Lord Yeong-Ha cajoled.
“What kind?”
“Double chocolate chip.”
“Seriously?”
Master Yoda shook his head. “Lost him, we have,” he whispered sadly.
Dark Lord Yeong-Ha handed Yashiro a double chocolate chip cookie and said triumphantly, “Welcome to the Dark Side.”
Title: Of Bastards and Jerks
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG for language
Series: Gouhou Drug, xxxHOLiC
Characters/Pairings: Watanuki, Kazahaya
Word Count: 555
Author's Notes: Written at chaineddove's request. Not too much bitching, but there is definitely the set up for them to meet up again and have a bitchfest. ♥
“Who does that damned Doumeki think he is?” Watanuki fumed, stalking down the street. “What am I? His personal chef? His girlfriend?” His face paled. “That’s what everyone must think,” he whispered to himself in horror. “That’s it! Starting from tomorrow, that bastard can make his own damned lunch! Or get it from one of the hundreds of girls vying for his attention!”
Watanuki was so caught up in his ranting that he didn’t notice the other man until he ran smack into him and they tumbled to the ground.
Quickly, he scrambled to his feet and offered the other man a hand. “I’m so sorry,” Watanuki apologized effusively. “I wasn’t watching where I was going!”
The other guy stood up, ignoring Watanuki’s proffered hand. “It’s fine. I wasn’t paying attention either, so let’s just call it even. Besides, if that jerk were here, he’d say it was my fault, anyway.”
Watanuki frowned. “I’m sorry if I’m being too intrusive, but do you work at the Green Drugstore?”
“Yeah,” the other guy said before his eyes lit up in recognition. “You’re the guy who’s always buying Eki-kyabe!”
Watanuki flushed. “It’s for my boss,” he replied quickly. “She’s a drunk. My name is Watanuki Kimihiro.”
“Kudou Kazahaya,” Kudou-kun said. “My boss is a psy-psycho. Or, at least Saiga-san is. Kakei-san is… well, Kakei-san.”
“The other man who works with you isn’t around?” Watanuki asked. He couldn’t quite remember ever having seen Kudou-kun without the Doumeki-esque person.
“Rikuo? Nah. He’s on a job. Told me to make him dinner, but that huge jerk ate the last of the rice for lunch, and he only eats a certain brand, so I have to go buy some.”
“Ah,” Watanuki said. “I understand. Doumeki, that bastard, is always having me cook for him, and he always wants something out of season!”
“I can’t cook all that well, so I can make rice. I tried curry once. Rikuo choked.” Kudou paused. “Maybe I should make curry again tonight.”
Watanuki smiled. “Doumeki eats anything and everything, but he always picks the hardest to make stuff. Like he wants kaiseki-ryori for lunch tomorrow. Where am I going to get the ingredients for it? By the time I get out of Yuuko-san’s, all the shops will have closed!”
“Yuuko-san? Is she the Space Time Witch?” Kudou asked curiously.
“Eh? You know Yuuko-san?”
Kudou shook his head. “No, my boss does. We do odd jobs for her, sometimes. Saiga-san mentioned her once.”
“Odd jobs?” Watanuki thought of the vase. “Did you get a vase for her once?”
“Huh? A vase?” Kudou paused. “We got a vase, but I didn’t know it went to her. Mostly, we get her different kinds of wine.”
“Ah.” That… explained nothing. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Kudou-kun.” Watanuki looked at his watch and screamed. “I’m going to be late! She’s going to dock my pay! AGAIN!”
Kudou looked over at Watanuki’s watch. “Gah! That ass is going to be home any minute, and I still haven’t bought the rice!”
Watanuki bowed hurriedly. “I apologize for having to rush off.”
“It’s fine. I have to go, too.” Kudou bowed. “If you have any free time, please stop by the drugstore. I’ll treat you to something to drink.”
Watanuki smiled. “Thank you,” and took off in the direction of Yuuko-san’s shop.
Title: Moving Woes
Author: doumeki
Rating: G
Series: Hikaru no Go
Characters/Pairings: Hikaru, Touya
Word Count: 357
Author's Notes: Written at aiwritingfic's request. Hope this sort of cheers you up, darling. ♥
“I hate moving,” Hikaru moaned, letting his head drop onto the table at the ramen shop he had dragged Touya to.
Touya sighed. “Get your head off the table, Shindou. You don’t know what’s been on it,” he informed him. “And it’s not that horrid.”
“Have you ever moved?” Hikaru demanded. “There’s packing, and moving the damned boxes across town. And I can’t drive, so I can’t even rent a truck. Dad has to work, and Mom hasn’t driven a car in her life. Grandpa’s license was taken away after ran into that shop.”
“I told you, I could ask Ogata-san and Ashiwara-san to help you move,” Touya told him patiently. “But you refuse.”
“Ashiwara-san is coming with Saeki-san, so I already have him. And I don’t want to owe Ogata-san anything. At all.”
“Then who is going to drive? Or are we all carrying your belongings across town?”
“I don’t know,” Hikaru snapped. “And what do you mean, we? You have a game that day.”
“My match was rescheduled,” Touya told him shortly, staring at his ramen. “So I’ll be able to help.”
“Oh. Cool.”
“The question still remains, Shindou. How are we moving your belongings?”
“The answer’s still the same, Touya. I. Don’t. Know.”
“Ogata-san is still an option.”
“No. No he is not. He is not an option, was never an option.”
Touya sighed. “You’re being childish. I’m sure he’d be glad to help.”
Help, my ass, creepy pedophile bastard, Hikaru thought. “I’ll think of something.”
“By the time you arrive at a solution, you’ll have already moved.”
“Hey!”
“It’s the truth, Shindou. I’ll ask Ogata-san tonight at dinner.”
“It’s your idea, Touya. I don’t want him thinking I’ll be grateful or anything.”
“Yes, Shindou. Now eat your ramen.”
“When did that get here?”
“While you were moaning about how horrible moving is.”
“Oh.”
Touya carefully began to eat his ramen. “Besides, the worst part about moving has yet to come.”
Hikaru looked up from his bowl and frowned. “What’s that?” he asked around a mouthful of ramen.
“Unpacking.”
Hikaru dropped his chopsticks and lowered his head to the table again. “I hate moving.”
Title: A Discussion Among Equals
Author: doumeki
Rating: G
Series: xxxHOLiC
Characters: Yuuko, Yuuko
Word Count: 339
Author's Notes: Written at measuringlife's request. Hopefully, this is at least sort of what you had in mind. ♥
Yuuko watched as her as she moved across the shop with liquid grace. She would pause, run her finger lightly over one object or another, then move on.
Just as she had done many years ago.
“Watanuki isn’t here, but may I offer you some tea?”
The other her raised an eyebrow. “You can make tea?” she asked.
Yuuko smiled politely. “I can. Can’t you?”
Ichihara grinned. “Of course. It’s a rather simple process, don’t you agree, Yuuko?”
“Of course. Two spoons of sugar, correct?”
“However did you guess?”
Yuuko excused herself and went to the kitchen, grabbing the tea set that Watanuki had put together before he had left moments earlier. She picked it up and made her way back to the parlor where her guest waited.
“I hope that Earl Grey is acceptable,” she said.
Ichihara frowned. “That’s what he drank.”
Yuuko’s face was pleasantly blank as she poured their tea. “Would you like some milk to go with it?”
Ichihara scowled. “No, thank you.”
“As you desire,” Yuuko replied, pouring some milk into her own tea. She didn’t enjoy the British way of taking their tea, and had always scowled distastefully when Clow had mixed them, but it was necessary.
“Do you remember him?” Ichihara asked a moment later.
Yuuko sipped her tea, thinking about the question. “I remember him, but there are more important things that must be done. Wallowing merely cheapens the memories.”
Ichihara stiffened. Yuuko continued to sip her tea, remembering being in the chair Ichihara was in, remembering the thoughts that swirled through her head at the seemingly callous words.
“I see,” Ichihara said. “It’s all for a purpose, is that right?”
“Yes.”
Ichihara placed her cup back on its saucer. “Then I shall take my leave.”
Yuuko stood and saw her guest out. As she watched Ichihara disappear through the gate, she looked at the sky.
“Even so many years later, you can still break my heart,” she whispered to the wind.
Then she turned and went back into the shop.
Title: A Lady's Request
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG
Series: HUNTER x HUNTER, CLAMP Gakuen Tanteidan
Characters/Pairings: Gon, Killua, Nokoru, Suoh, Akira
Word Count: 596
Author's Notes: For hungrybookworm, who wanted to see the hilarity of CLAMP Gakuen Tanteidan and HUNTER x HUNTER crossed over. ♥
Killua fought the urge to wrap his hands very tightly around his best friend’s neck. Gon was, of course, oblivious.
“And don’t forget to act really sad, Killua!” Gon chattered on. “After all, Imonoyama-san won’t help us if you’re not distressed!”
“It’s your dad, Gon,” Killua pointed out and congratulated himself on his voice being calm. “Why can’t you be the girl?”
Gon smiled charmingly at him. “I wouldn’t make a very good girl, Killua. You’re much cuter!”
There were quite a few things he could have said to that - many of them not appropriate - but they were at the door to Imonoyama’s office. Killua mentally went over the information that Leorio had given them a week ago - sixteen, blonde, rich, feminist, can’t turn away a female in distress regardless of age, attitude, or looks.
“Let’s go, Killua! Remember, be sad!” And with that, Gon opened the door.
A man was suddenly on his knee in front of him, Killua’s hand lightly grasped in his hand. “I welcome you, fair lady,” he said, touching his lips to Killua’s wrist. “My name is Imonoyama Nokoru.”
Killua had to fight the urge to electrocute the guy to a crisp; after all, it wouldn’t help Gon’s search if he killed their only real lead.
“T-thank you,” Killua stammered instead, trying to keep his voice quiet and suitably distressed.
“What brings such sorrow to a beautiful lady’s face?”
“We’re trying to find someone for over five years, but he keeps eluding us,” Gon replied cheerfully.
“Would it make you smile if I were to find him for you?” Imonoyama asked, and Killua nodded. “Suoh! Akira! We have a mission!”
Two other men who had been milling around the room - presumably doing actual work rather than waiting to pounce on the first person to enter the room - reacted to the statement with varying degrees of excitement. The blue-haired boy whom Killua had been keeping an eye on sighed heavily and put his paperwork down, while the brunette clapped happily.
“Now, please give us all of the information you know about this missing person,” Imonoyama said. “We will find him by the week’s end.”
Killua stifled the urge to snort. It wasn’t very ladylike.
Gon happily complied, sitting down with the brunette and giving a detailed account of the last five years. The other man stood behind Imonoyama, who sat with Killua and kept offering him various sweets, which Killua gladly accepted.
“That should be it,” Gon announced.
Good, Killua thought. Now we can get out of here.
“Wonderful,” Imonoyama replied. “We will contact you as soon as Gin-san’s whereabouts have been found. Please let Leorio-san know that the video will be sent to him this afternoon.”
“Will do!” Gon agreed, tugging on Killua’s sleeve. “Let’s go, Killua!”
Killua stood and followed Gon out of the room, and, when they were far enough away that he wasn’t paranoid that Imonoyama was going to pop out of nowhere, he asked, “What video?”
“Eh?” Gon looked at him blankly for a second before saying, “Oh! You didn’t know! I forgot!”
“Didn’t know what, Gon?” Killua asked, grinding his teeth together.
“Imonoyama knew you were a boy! He was helping us as a favor to Leorio,” Gon explained. “So he’s sending the video of you dressed as a girl to Leorio because Leorio wants it.”
Gon continued ahead, not noticing that Killua had stopped cold. He hoped Kurapica wasn’t too fond of Leorio, because Leorio was going to meet with a few thousand watts of electricity as soon as Killua got his hands on him.
Title: An Unusual Purpose
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG-13
Series: Hikaru no Go
Characters/Pairings: Kuwabara Honinbou, Isumi, Ogata
Word Count: 589
Author's Notes: Written at aoyagi's request. This is sort of a side-story to her Super Sekrit Diaries series.
“Isumi-kun,” Kuwabara calls out, and Isumi-kun stops, though his shoulders are tense. Kuwabara decides to refer Isumi-kun to his spa once he takes care of what he needs.
“Yes, Kuwabara-sensei?” Isumi-kun says politely.
“I need you to go shopping with me,” Kuwabara explains with a smile. “I’m looking for something, and I don’t know where to find it.”
“Ah,” Isumi-kun says, and Kuwabara can tell the kid is getting more uncomfortable by the moment. “Perhaps you can try online?”
Kuwabara shakes his head. “Already tried that.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll wait for your match to finish, and then we can go,” Kuwabara tells him.
Isumi-kun nods apprehensively and leaves.
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Shinichirou wins by two moku, and he’s as surprised as Ochi-kun is. “Thank you for the game,” he says politely, and gets up to mark his win, leaving Ochi-kun to clean off the goban.
He grabs his bag and slips on his shoes and takes the elevator down, only to have to door open to a grinning Kuwabara-sensei.
Shinichirou takes a step back without meaning to. “Kuwabara-sensei,” he says.
“Let’s go, Isumi-kun,” he says, and drags Shinichirou out of the elevator and through the glass doors of the Tokyo Ki-in.
They go past a startled Waya and Shindou-kun, who stare after them with wide eyes, and Shinichirou makes a mental note to talk to Waya and explain that this isn’t what it looks like.
They are in the taxi before Shinichirou thinks to ask about what they’re searching for.
“Gay radar,” Kuwabara-sensei answers, and Shinichirou pales.
“You, you can’t buy that, Kuwabara-sensei,” he tries to explain, but he can tell that his cheeks are bright red.
“Eh?” Kuwabara-sensei turns to look at him. “So, is it free, then?”
Shinichirou shakes his head vigorously. “It’s something you… You only have it…. Onlygaypeoplehaveit.”
Kuwabara-sensei frowns. “So I have to buy a gay person, then.”
He sounds completely serious.
Shinichirou suddenly realizes that he is probably going to be scarred for life.
“Take us to Niichome, instead,” Kuwabara-sensei instructs that taxi driver.
“No!” Shinichirou cries out. “I mean, we can’t, Kuwabara-sensei! People might get the wrong idea! We’ll cause a scandal!”
Kuwabara-sensei looks at him seriously for a moment. “Are you gay, Isumi-kun?”
If there had been any color left in Shinichirou’s face, it would have been gone.
Kuwabara-sensei is still looking at him, waiting for an answer, so Shinichirou nods slowly. Kuwabara-sensei rattles off another address to the driver, who nods, and they are no longer shooting towards the red-light district, but toward a nice area of town that looks vaguely familiar.
“Where are we going, Kuwabara-sensei?” Shinichirou asks, dreading the answer.
Kuwabara-sensei just smiles at him.
+++
Seiji is staring mournfully at his fish tank. Tokugawa used to flit to the glass and run into it when Seiji did this, but there is no more Tokugawa, and Seiji wonders what he is supposed to do now.
His other fish are watching him, and he tries to smile at them, to reassure them that is fine when the doorbell rings.
He stands up and makes his way to the foyer. He checks his appearance in the mirror on the way.
Kuwabara and Isumi are standing in his door way. The old man has his hands on Isumi’s shoulders, cackling gleefully.
“Gay or straight?” Kuwabara says, and Isumi looks like he’s going to cry.
“Gay,” Isumi whispers.
“Got it,” Kuwabara says before dragging Isumi away.
Seiji shuts the door. It was probably best for his sanity if he pretends to have never seen that.