dmwl | dear st. valentine
title: dear st. valentine
fandom: deadman wonderland
characters: general cast
rating: pg-13
word count: 890
notes: mini-drabble collective for valentine's day.
summary:
minatsuki / yoh
Valentine's day is traditionally the day when girls get chocolates for the guys. But instead, Yoh finds himself in G-ward's shopping sector, glancing over the selection of chocolates and finally picking out a little boxed set of truffles that comes to a total of 580 cast points. Getting it wrapped costs 10 extra, and he pays for that, picking out a red ribbon that he thinks matches the flower pins that she wears all the time.
And it does match.
Right up until she throws the entire package into his chest, spilling its contents all over the floor.
"I don't need any of this shit, you sister-com freak!"
Yoh sighs, picking crumbs of chocolate off the front of his jumpsuit as he gets shoved out of the room, followed by a stream of curses that are brilliant and varied and most likely don't have a place in any dictionary. He'd sort of been expecting this, anyway.
And besides, that faint flattered look on her face, even for a moment, makes all the trouble worth it.
senji
Senji doesn't care much for holidays, mostly because none of them are interesting enough. Maybe if there was some sort of day celebrating -- the patron saint of combat, he'd be excited. Especially if there were some celebration that involved a free-for-all close-range combat tournament. Then, he'd be interested.
But as is, he just doesn't have any interest in such petty celebrations.
Especially Valentine's Day.
All it takes is one step out of his cell before he runs into one of the female inmates prancing down the hallway carrying a box of chocolates and dressed in a lacey babydoll dress over short-shorts -- and he retreats right back to his room, trying to stem the spurts of blood from his nose.
Goddamn girls and their goddamn look-good-for-the-guys holidays.
karako / nagi
Despite the circumstances, love still persists, and when Valentine's comes rolling around, there are a few people celebrating in the Scar Chain's little hideout. Miya giving a handful of chocolates to Fujiyoshi with a laugh, while Koumoto looks on with a trace of longing in his eyes.
And Nagi sits by the bar, as usual, quietly listening to the happy voices filtering through the air.
"Valentine's day, huh?" Karako walks over, a towel around her neck, wiping away the sweat from a math in the Carnival Corpse -- an easy victory won through a rapid-fire series of blows to the head, and Nagi gives her a nod and a bottle of water as she takes a seat next to him.
"Congratulations on the win."
"Did you expect anything less from me?" A cheerful laugh and a playful punch to the shoulder, before Karako downs half the bottle. Takes a huge breath of air, leaning back against the bar and nodding at where Koumoto and Miya are starting to squabble over their usual chess game.
"I was going to get chocolates for everyone," she says, spinning the bottle in the air. "But then I thought some people might take it the wrong way." A pause, before she looks over at Nagi. "Should I have gotten some anyway?"
And Nagi gives a small laugh, kicking his legs a bit. "Well -- then I suppose I would have returned the favor on White Day."
"Through obligation?" Jokingly.
"It would be terribly rude not to, wouldn't it?" Equally jokingly.
And Karako wonders, at the back of her mind -- if this exchange actually happened, would there have been any true feelings behind it?
genkaku & hibana
"Excuse me," comes the little voice, almost drowned out by the echoing guitar riff, and Genkaku looks over from where he's leaning back into the collapsing couch, dragging his fingers across the neck of the guitar -- and stares at the tiny figure standing before him. Hibana looks somewhat ruffled, as she straightens down her skirt, undoing the little wrinkles from where the blast of the guitar amp had whipped up the hem of her dress. What a nuisance. Still, she eventually makes herself presentable, then looks back at Genkaku -- then holds out a little paper bag. "This is for you," she says, evenly.
And maintains her polite posture, even as Genkaku gives an uncouth half-smirk, snagging the little package by the ribbon-handle and holding it up almost disdainfully. "What the fuck is this, Hibana?"
"A Valentine's day chocolate," she answers.
"Oh?" Genkaku only laughs, leaning forward to leer at her -- how rude! -- his voice thick with sarcasm. "You feel like that about me?"
"Not at all," is the prompt reply. "It is an obligation chocolate. It would be unladylike not to give gifts to coworkers on this day." And Hibana pulls out the second little package from her pocket. This one for Rokuro. The ones for the other squad leaders had already been handed out, all of them received rudely. Pity she was the most mannered out of all these people.
Just like Genkaku, as he laughs again, a crude, rasping noise. "Awwww, isn't that cute." Before crushing the little package in his fist and tossing it over back behind the couch. "Sorry, but I don't need this shit." His voice falling to a low croon, as he twangs a finger against the strings of his guitar. "Only one person that I want any sort of gift from, really."
And Hibana gives a little humph! before turning away, not bothering to say anything further.
Really, now. It's so hard being a lady amidst these barbarians.