Drabble batch
#1: Love letters from the bar table - Yamashita/Keiko; PG; Romance; 466 words
Keiko rummaged through her huge duffle bag, searching for the box that contained the letters from her lover. A smile spread across her face once it was found, sitting down and placing the box on her lap, she opened it. There were an uncountable number of papers in there and each and every one either smelt like alcohol or had beer smudges. Taking out a random one from the pile, she read the scrawny written letter.
Dear Keiko,
At that time, we weren’t prepared enough. We couldn’t get tickets to Italy and ended up buying tickets to France, where we hadn’t plan to go to at all. Instead of Paris, we headed towards the small village of Gargilesse.
Oh how beautiful it was! The clear blue skies, the green environment and the old buildings. It was peaceful wasn’t it?
You were brave enough to put your feet into the cold river stream. I was afraid that you wouldn’t like it because it was away from the big city, but seeing your happy expression, I figured I made the right choice.
Did you know? With the scene like that, you looked like a princess from a fairytale.
Do you still remember the place?
Love,
Tomohisa.
She giggled as memories of that time flooded back into her mind. It was their first trip together and she couldn’t have asked for a better one. Setting the letter back into the box, she pulled another.
Dear Keiko,
I wish I could be there with you right now. Soon. Soon, I’ll be back.
Wait for me.
Yours forever,
Tomohisa.
It was short, but Keiko loved it nevertheless. In that small context, she could feel the strong feelings Yamashita had for her and she already vowed to herself, to never let this man go.
Dear Keiko,
If I don’t come back, you have to move on forward okay? You can’t keep being locked up in the past. If I go, find someone else. Find someone who can make you happy.
Do this for me. Promise me, okay?
Always loving you,
Tomohisa.
She remembered the time when she had received the letter. She was crying so hard that it almost drained her out. She worried everyday, worried that if she really lost him, she couldn’t move on. But as she heard the cries of mothers and wives, the feeling was pushed back. Placing the letter to the bottom of the pile, she knew that it didn’t matter anymore as she saw the man she loved walk through the gates of the terminal: strong and alive. Getting up, she rushed through the crowd of people and as soon as she was in contact with him, she hugged and kissed him softly on the lips, whispering: “You’re never getting out of these arms ever again.”
#2: M&Ms love messages - Nakajima/Ohgo; PG; Fluff, romance; 265 words
Walking into her dressing room, she was surprised to find small, round green candies trailing on the floor. She picked one up curiously and inspected it. There was a small message, written in white, on the green treat. It read: Hug me. After reading it, Ohgo instantly knew who the culprit behind the green coloured candy was. Thinking about him made her giggle softly to herself. Slowly, she followed the trail, collecting every piece on the floor and read the messages.
I miss you.
Hi, love.
You’re beautiful.
Thinking of you.
Be mine forever.
I love you.
With every message, her smile grew wider and wider, leaving butterflies fluttering in her tummy. Eventually, the trail ended, leading her up to a bouquet of flowers set on the table at the end of the room. She lifted it up cautiously and smelt the geraniums. There was no card to it but she noticed a small patch of hair behind the table.
Chuckling, she said, “Hm, I wonder who gave these to me and made a mess of my dressing room.”
“You know it’s me, don’t you?” Gradually, the small patch of hair grew into something -someone- tall. “How do you always figure it out?” he sighed.
“Because, only you would do such silly things like these.”
He pouted, “You don’t like it?”
Stepping closer to the tall, lean boy, she looked up into his eyes and smiled. “No, I love it. Thank you, Yuto.”
Yuto beamed and embraced the girl in a tight hug, kissing her soft pink lips later. “And I love you, Ohgo Suzuka.”
#3: Say it like you mean it - Yamada/Shida; PG; Fluff; 442 words
It wasn’t the fact that she was pretty or one of Japan’s most popular child actresses that made Yamada fall for her; it was the fact that she was so straight forward.
“You’re the rudest bastard I’ve ever met!” she said when they had encountered for the first time. At that time, Yamada was taken aback. All he did was ask her if she had tuna for her lunch because her breath smelt like it and she blew up at him.
“Well, what girl wouldn’t? That was wrong, man,” one of Yamada’s friends told him.
How was he supposed to know? He was only being honest. After that incident, the girl had been occupying his mind almost everyday. No girl had ever spoken so roughly and frankly with him. She interested him. Later, that interest turned into something bigger, something more powerful. Interest turned into love.
Yamada didn’t hesitate in showing his feelings of course. Everyday, he would shower Shida with gifts, treats and talk sweet words, only to be rejected. Despite that, he never once gave up. He kept trying and trying, driving Shida into complete insanity.
One day, he wasn’t acting as he usually was. He only greeted the girl and ignored her for the rest of the day; no annoyance, no gifts, nothing. Shida thought she would finally get some peace but she couldn’t help but become curious. She was so restless just from thinking about what she had done wrong for Yamada to act this way.
When the shooting ended, Shida decided that she would approach Yamada.
“Hey, you.”
Yamada turned around and faced her.
“What’s your problem? You annoy me and drive me completely crazy then suddenly you just ignore me like this? Did I do something wrong?” Shida huffed everything in one breath.
Slowly, a smile crept up Yamada’s face and he punched a fist into the air. “Yes! It worked!”
Shida had a completely confused expression. “What worked?”
“You like me don’t you? Sure, you feel irritated when I come and bother you but deep down inside, you actually love my company. Then, when I pay no attention to you, you start to fidget and feel empty, right?” Yamada smirked, crossing his arms across his chest.
She blinked once, twice, and then punched Yamada in the arm. “I do not like you, you annoying, pompous, rude brat!” she shouted before turning away, a blush beginning to tint her cheeks.
Yamada clutched his arm and winced in pain but laughed while he chased Shida. Even though the girl didn’t admit it herself, he knew that he had charmed his way into the heart of Shida Mirai.
#4: Untouchable - Chinen/Kawashima; PG; Angst; 108 words
There are some things in this world that we just can’t own. For Chinen Yuri, he just wants that one girl. If she can’t become his possession, its fine. If he can’t keep her forever, its fine. All he wants is to feel. Feel her soft hair entwined in his fingers, feel her smooth pale skin against his hands, feel her pink lips upon his own.
But he can’t because she’s untouchable.
She’s too far away for his little arms to reach, and too fragile to be held. Not only that, she is also stained. Stained with another person’s finger prints, a person he knows he can’t be.
***
Comments and critics are loved! :D
Oh gosh, is it just me or do I seriously suck at writing HET stories? D:
There was one more that I wrote: Nakajima/Shida. But it crashed and burned. CRASHED AND BUUUUUUURNED.
Keiko rummaged through her huge duffle bag, searching for the box that contained the letters from her lover. A smile spread across her face once it was found, sitting down and placing the box on her lap, she opened it. There were an uncountable number of papers in there and each and every one either smelt like alcohol or had beer smudges. Taking out a random one from the pile, she read the scrawny written letter.
Dear Keiko,
At that time, we weren’t prepared enough. We couldn’t get tickets to Italy and ended up buying tickets to France, where we hadn’t plan to go to at all. Instead of Paris, we headed towards the small village of Gargilesse.
Oh how beautiful it was! The clear blue skies, the green environment and the old buildings. It was peaceful wasn’t it?
You were brave enough to put your feet into the cold river stream. I was afraid that you wouldn’t like it because it was away from the big city, but seeing your happy expression, I figured I made the right choice.
Did you know? With the scene like that, you looked like a princess from a fairytale.
Do you still remember the place?
Love,
Tomohisa.
She giggled as memories of that time flooded back into her mind. It was their first trip together and she couldn’t have asked for a better one. Setting the letter back into the box, she pulled another.
Dear Keiko,
I wish I could be there with you right now. Soon. Soon, I’ll be back.
Wait for me.
Yours forever,
Tomohisa.
It was short, but Keiko loved it nevertheless. In that small context, she could feel the strong feelings Yamashita had for her and she already vowed to herself, to never let this man go.
Dear Keiko,
If I don’t come back, you have to move on forward okay? You can’t keep being locked up in the past. If I go, find someone else. Find someone who can make you happy.
Do this for me. Promise me, okay?
Always loving you,
Tomohisa.
She remembered the time when she had received the letter. She was crying so hard that it almost drained her out. She worried everyday, worried that if she really lost him, she couldn’t move on. But as she heard the cries of mothers and wives, the feeling was pushed back. Placing the letter to the bottom of the pile, she knew that it didn’t matter anymore as she saw the man she loved walk through the gates of the terminal: strong and alive. Getting up, she rushed through the crowd of people and as soon as she was in contact with him, she hugged and kissed him softly on the lips, whispering: “You’re never getting out of these arms ever again.”
#2: M&Ms love messages - Nakajima/Ohgo; PG; Fluff, romance; 265 words
Walking into her dressing room, she was surprised to find small, round green candies trailing on the floor. She picked one up curiously and inspected it. There was a small message, written in white, on the green treat. It read: Hug me. After reading it, Ohgo instantly knew who the culprit behind the green coloured candy was. Thinking about him made her giggle softly to herself. Slowly, she followed the trail, collecting every piece on the floor and read the messages.
I miss you.
Hi, love.
You’re beautiful.
Thinking of you.
Be mine forever.
I love you.
With every message, her smile grew wider and wider, leaving butterflies fluttering in her tummy. Eventually, the trail ended, leading her up to a bouquet of flowers set on the table at the end of the room. She lifted it up cautiously and smelt the geraniums. There was no card to it but she noticed a small patch of hair behind the table.
Chuckling, she said, “Hm, I wonder who gave these to me and made a mess of my dressing room.”
“You know it’s me, don’t you?” Gradually, the small patch of hair grew into something -someone- tall. “How do you always figure it out?” he sighed.
“Because, only you would do such silly things like these.”
He pouted, “You don’t like it?”
Stepping closer to the tall, lean boy, she looked up into his eyes and smiled. “No, I love it. Thank you, Yuto.”
Yuto beamed and embraced the girl in a tight hug, kissing her soft pink lips later. “And I love you, Ohgo Suzuka.”
#3: Say it like you mean it - Yamada/Shida; PG; Fluff; 442 words
It wasn’t the fact that she was pretty or one of Japan’s most popular child actresses that made Yamada fall for her; it was the fact that she was so straight forward.
“You’re the rudest bastard I’ve ever met!” she said when they had encountered for the first time. At that time, Yamada was taken aback. All he did was ask her if she had tuna for her lunch because her breath smelt like it and she blew up at him.
“Well, what girl wouldn’t? That was wrong, man,” one of Yamada’s friends told him.
How was he supposed to know? He was only being honest. After that incident, the girl had been occupying his mind almost everyday. No girl had ever spoken so roughly and frankly with him. She interested him. Later, that interest turned into something bigger, something more powerful. Interest turned into love.
Yamada didn’t hesitate in showing his feelings of course. Everyday, he would shower Shida with gifts, treats and talk sweet words, only to be rejected. Despite that, he never once gave up. He kept trying and trying, driving Shida into complete insanity.
One day, he wasn’t acting as he usually was. He only greeted the girl and ignored her for the rest of the day; no annoyance, no gifts, nothing. Shida thought she would finally get some peace but she couldn’t help but become curious. She was so restless just from thinking about what she had done wrong for Yamada to act this way.
When the shooting ended, Shida decided that she would approach Yamada.
“Hey, you.”
Yamada turned around and faced her.
“What’s your problem? You annoy me and drive me completely crazy then suddenly you just ignore me like this? Did I do something wrong?” Shida huffed everything in one breath.
Slowly, a smile crept up Yamada’s face and he punched a fist into the air. “Yes! It worked!”
Shida had a completely confused expression. “What worked?”
“You like me don’t you? Sure, you feel irritated when I come and bother you but deep down inside, you actually love my company. Then, when I pay no attention to you, you start to fidget and feel empty, right?” Yamada smirked, crossing his arms across his chest.
She blinked once, twice, and then punched Yamada in the arm. “I do not like you, you annoying, pompous, rude brat!” she shouted before turning away, a blush beginning to tint her cheeks.
Yamada clutched his arm and winced in pain but laughed while he chased Shida. Even though the girl didn’t admit it herself, he knew that he had charmed his way into the heart of Shida Mirai.
#4: Untouchable - Chinen/Kawashima; PG; Angst; 108 words
There are some things in this world that we just can’t own. For Chinen Yuri, he just wants that one girl. If she can’t become his possession, its fine. If he can’t keep her forever, its fine. All he wants is to feel. Feel her soft hair entwined in his fingers, feel her smooth pale skin against his hands, feel her pink lips upon his own.
But he can’t because she’s untouchable.
She’s too far away for his little arms to reach, and too fragile to be held. Not only that, she is also stained. Stained with another person’s finger prints, a person he knows he can’t be.
***
Comments and critics are loved! :D
Oh gosh, is it just me or do I seriously suck at writing HET stories? D:
There was one more that I wrote: Nakajima/Shida. But it crashed and burned. CRASHED AND BUUUUUUURNED.