[Drabbles] Cycle; The Significance of Implications
Fandom: Naruto
Title: Cycle
Pairing: Team 7 gen-ish fluff; minor Itachi + Sasuke hints
Words: 296
Note: For 101_kisses; Theme 17) Falling Leaves
“Sasuke-kun, you’re quite good at this,” Sakura declared in awe, cheeks faintly pink in admiration.
Kakashi’s training for them for today happened to be an exercise to catch the falling autumn leaves before they hit the ground-something that Rock Lee enthusiastically did on nearly an everyday basis. For the newly formed Team Seven, however, it was a bit more challenging. At least, it was that way for Naruto and Sakura.
Sasuke simply turned away, crushing the leaves in his hand. He was familiar with this process. After all, on those rare days Itachi took him to train, this was one of the exercises they tried. He never was able to catch as many as Itachi did, and he always managed to obtain a scratch or scrape. Itachi always laughed at him, but in the end, carried him home and bandaged him up. It was an embarrassing secret to admit his older brother always kissed the top of the bandages as well. It made him pout when he was younger, declaring, “How uncool, nii-san!”
It was something of a cycle.
“I’ve got it!” Naruto yelled out, startling his other two teammates. Mischievous grin on his face, he prepared the hand seal and summoned two kage bunshin. Smirking in satisfaction, he laughed, “Kakashi-sensei we had to catch twenty in one shot right? But he never said we couldn’t have help!”
“Ah! Naruto, you cheater!” Sakura fumed, stomping her foot on the ground.
The blond laughed as he and his two bunshin made their way up the tree. Cheerfully, he yelled down, “You try it too, Sakura-chan!”
Sasuke ducked his head to hide the small smile that somehow found its way to his lips. Like this, perhaps he could start a new cycle and make new fond memories.
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A/N: I miss Team 7 fluff. D:
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Title: The Significance of Implications
Pairing: Conrad x Yuuri, Yozak x Murata (Look for it.)
Words: 727
Note: For 10hugs; Set #1, Theme 1) Cherry
“As thanks for helping them, the villagers hope that we will accept this large basket of fruit,” Günter explained as two guards heaved the overly large basket into the courtyard.
Upon seeing the basket the size of an average bathtub, Yuuri stared in awe before letting out an enthusiastic laugh. Before anyone could get another word in, the cheerful maou bounced to the basket and began examining the contents. Slowly, the rest of the attendants closed in at a snail’s pace.
“I haven’t even seen most of these before,” Yuuri was saying aloud when Wolfram and Conrad came to either side of them. He picked up a purple, prickly fruit with wide eyes. “I doubt things like this exist on Earth.”
“That’s a correct guess,” Conrad laughed, making Yuuri beam up at him and Wolfram frown at Yuuri’s actions. Oblivious to heated glares Wolfram was directing at him, Conrad continued with a smile, “Most of these fruits are unique to Shin Makoku. You won’t even find these in the human territories.”
Yuuri let out a low whistle as he handed the purple fruit to Günter, whose robes it conveniently matched. As he continued to dig through the assortment, Yuuri noticed Wolfram fish out a lemon from the basket. He paused for a moment, realizing that the blond was peeling it. Uncertainly, he asked, “Wolfram… You’re not going to eat that are you?”
“Why not?” Wolfram retorted with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s…it’s a lemon.”
“You’d be surprised, Yuuri,” Conrad chimed in again with a grin. “These lemons are actually very sweet. Not at all like the ones on Earth. I remember trying an Earth lemon once… Ah…painful memories…”
Yuuri laughed, only making Conrad smile more.
Flattening his lips in disapproval, Wolfram cleared his throat. Flushing slightly, he offered the fruit to the dark haired teen. Managing to hold his head high, he muttered, “You can share mine.”
“That’s alright, Wolfram,” Yuuri replied with an innocent expression before redirecting his eyes to the basket again. “I think I want to finish looking first.”
Wolfram sulked slightly.
“Ah! Cherries! Oh? They’re blue,” the dark haired teen muttered with a mystified expression on his face. Turning directly to Conrad, he grinned. “Actually, cherries are my favorite.”
“Mine too,” Conrad replied with a matching smile, picking up the other set of cherries.
Gwendal stepped back, wary of the love-love atmosphere. He may as well be invisible. Günter was already sobbing to himself about one thing or another. Everyone had already expertly tuned him out.
Just then, the door a few feet from them swung out and knocked the maid’s laundry basket out of her hands. Conrad managed to catch the girl before she fell, but the laundry and cherries fell to the ground.
“I’m so sorry,” the maid immediately apologized with a deep bow. After a short scramble to collect the strewn sheets, she bowed again and dashed from the courtyard.
“What a pity,” Conrad sighed, picking up the fruit from the ground.
“Here, have mine,” Yuuri offered, plucking one off and holding it up before the man’s mouth. He beamed. “Say aah…”
“Interesting scene.”
Yuuri jumped instinctively into Conrad’s open arms when Murata seemingly appeared directly behind him out of nowhere. Grinning wickedly, Murata let out a low chuckle as light reflected off his glasses. Loudly, he reviewed with an evil smirk, “Wolfram offering Shibuya a lemon, Shibuya turning it down and offering his cherry to Sir Weller… I always did love complicated romance dramas!”
Everyone stared in confusion.
Just as Yozak opened his mouth to ask, Murata yanked down on his sleeve and whispered something into his ear. The redhead blinked for a moment then burst out laughing, completely stunning everyone else in the vicinity. Reaching into the basket, he pulled out another lemon and offered it to Murata with a wicked grin to match the teen’s and a mock bow.
“Mind if I offer one to you then?”
Murata smirked.
“I…think we’re missing something,” Yuuri whispered up to Conrad, who still had his arms around the young maou.
A knowing smile crossed Conrad’s face and he leaned over to take one of Yuuri’s cherries into his mouth. Chewing cheerfully, he declared, “Oh well! Who’s to mind implications?”
Looking down at the remaining fruit in his hands, Yuuri accused, “You did that on purpose.”
Conrad smiled innocently.
“Stop hugging already!” Wolfram demanded, fuming.
Never underestimate the significance of implications.
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A/N: Crack'd out. Conrad is a perv in disguise. x]
Title: Cycle
Pairing: Team 7 gen-ish fluff; minor Itachi + Sasuke hints
Words: 296
Note: For 101_kisses; Theme 17) Falling Leaves
“Sasuke-kun, you’re quite good at this,” Sakura declared in awe, cheeks faintly pink in admiration.
Kakashi’s training for them for today happened to be an exercise to catch the falling autumn leaves before they hit the ground-something that Rock Lee enthusiastically did on nearly an everyday basis. For the newly formed Team Seven, however, it was a bit more challenging. At least, it was that way for Naruto and Sakura.
Sasuke simply turned away, crushing the leaves in his hand. He was familiar with this process. After all, on those rare days Itachi took him to train, this was one of the exercises they tried. He never was able to catch as many as Itachi did, and he always managed to obtain a scratch or scrape. Itachi always laughed at him, but in the end, carried him home and bandaged him up. It was an embarrassing secret to admit his older brother always kissed the top of the bandages as well. It made him pout when he was younger, declaring, “How uncool, nii-san!”
It was something of a cycle.
“I’ve got it!” Naruto yelled out, startling his other two teammates. Mischievous grin on his face, he prepared the hand seal and summoned two kage bunshin. Smirking in satisfaction, he laughed, “Kakashi-sensei we had to catch twenty in one shot right? But he never said we couldn’t have help!”
“Ah! Naruto, you cheater!” Sakura fumed, stomping her foot on the ground.
The blond laughed as he and his two bunshin made their way up the tree. Cheerfully, he yelled down, “You try it too, Sakura-chan!”
Sasuke ducked his head to hide the small smile that somehow found its way to his lips. Like this, perhaps he could start a new cycle and make new fond memories.
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A/N: I miss Team 7 fluff. D:
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Title: The Significance of Implications
Pairing: Conrad x Yuuri, Yozak x Murata (Look for it.)
Words: 727
Note: For 10hugs; Set #1, Theme 1) Cherry
“As thanks for helping them, the villagers hope that we will accept this large basket of fruit,” Günter explained as two guards heaved the overly large basket into the courtyard.
Upon seeing the basket the size of an average bathtub, Yuuri stared in awe before letting out an enthusiastic laugh. Before anyone could get another word in, the cheerful maou bounced to the basket and began examining the contents. Slowly, the rest of the attendants closed in at a snail’s pace.
“I haven’t even seen most of these before,” Yuuri was saying aloud when Wolfram and Conrad came to either side of them. He picked up a purple, prickly fruit with wide eyes. “I doubt things like this exist on Earth.”
“That’s a correct guess,” Conrad laughed, making Yuuri beam up at him and Wolfram frown at Yuuri’s actions. Oblivious to heated glares Wolfram was directing at him, Conrad continued with a smile, “Most of these fruits are unique to Shin Makoku. You won’t even find these in the human territories.”
Yuuri let out a low whistle as he handed the purple fruit to Günter, whose robes it conveniently matched. As he continued to dig through the assortment, Yuuri noticed Wolfram fish out a lemon from the basket. He paused for a moment, realizing that the blond was peeling it. Uncertainly, he asked, “Wolfram… You’re not going to eat that are you?”
“Why not?” Wolfram retorted with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s…it’s a lemon.”
“You’d be surprised, Yuuri,” Conrad chimed in again with a grin. “These lemons are actually very sweet. Not at all like the ones on Earth. I remember trying an Earth lemon once… Ah…painful memories…”
Yuuri laughed, only making Conrad smile more.
Flattening his lips in disapproval, Wolfram cleared his throat. Flushing slightly, he offered the fruit to the dark haired teen. Managing to hold his head high, he muttered, “You can share mine.”
“That’s alright, Wolfram,” Yuuri replied with an innocent expression before redirecting his eyes to the basket again. “I think I want to finish looking first.”
Wolfram sulked slightly.
“Ah! Cherries! Oh? They’re blue,” the dark haired teen muttered with a mystified expression on his face. Turning directly to Conrad, he grinned. “Actually, cherries are my favorite.”
“Mine too,” Conrad replied with a matching smile, picking up the other set of cherries.
Gwendal stepped back, wary of the love-love atmosphere. He may as well be invisible. Günter was already sobbing to himself about one thing or another. Everyone had already expertly tuned him out.
Just then, the door a few feet from them swung out and knocked the maid’s laundry basket out of her hands. Conrad managed to catch the girl before she fell, but the laundry and cherries fell to the ground.
“I’m so sorry,” the maid immediately apologized with a deep bow. After a short scramble to collect the strewn sheets, she bowed again and dashed from the courtyard.
“What a pity,” Conrad sighed, picking up the fruit from the ground.
“Here, have mine,” Yuuri offered, plucking one off and holding it up before the man’s mouth. He beamed. “Say aah…”
“Interesting scene.”
Yuuri jumped instinctively into Conrad’s open arms when Murata seemingly appeared directly behind him out of nowhere. Grinning wickedly, Murata let out a low chuckle as light reflected off his glasses. Loudly, he reviewed with an evil smirk, “Wolfram offering Shibuya a lemon, Shibuya turning it down and offering his cherry to Sir Weller… I always did love complicated romance dramas!”
Everyone stared in confusion.
Just as Yozak opened his mouth to ask, Murata yanked down on his sleeve and whispered something into his ear. The redhead blinked for a moment then burst out laughing, completely stunning everyone else in the vicinity. Reaching into the basket, he pulled out another lemon and offered it to Murata with a wicked grin to match the teen’s and a mock bow.
“Mind if I offer one to you then?”
Murata smirked.
“I…think we’re missing something,” Yuuri whispered up to Conrad, who still had his arms around the young maou.
A knowing smile crossed Conrad’s face and he leaned over to take one of Yuuri’s cherries into his mouth. Chewing cheerfully, he declared, “Oh well! Who’s to mind implications?”
Looking down at the remaining fruit in his hands, Yuuri accused, “You did that on purpose.”
Conrad smiled innocently.
“Stop hugging already!” Wolfram demanded, fuming.
Never underestimate the significance of implications.
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A/N: Crack'd out. Conrad is a perv in disguise. x]