Drabbles: [Arashi] 20. Beginning + 15. Mess
Given that I've had terrible writer's block for over a week now and haven't been able to write a single word - I decided to just give in and write crackity crack crack. PLEASE ENJOY.
Title: 20. Beginning
Word Count: 424
A small boy sat under the Sorting Hat, cheeks shadowed as the Hat neatly covered almost half his face. His feet were hooked at the ankle and swinging, unable to reach the floor. Contrary to the sudden hush in the Great Hall, from what one could see of the boy's chin he looked very much at ease.
"My, my, my," the Sorting Hat said, right into the boy's mind, "my, my, my... Ninomiya Kazunari, here at last. My, my my...." The Hat sounded distinctly flustered.
Er, hi, the boy said.
"Fate seems to tell me that I should attempt putting you in Slytherin," the Hat coughed. "But Alas, you have very little ambition, my boy."
The boy shrugged. Slytherin sounds kind of nasty anyway. Hey...
"Yes?"
The boy grinned. What House would be least strict about people bringing in Muggle things? Like... games?
The Hat was flummoxed. It didn't know very much about Nintendo indeed, but if it had to be one House... "Well, Gryffindor, I do suppose."
Two minutes later Ninomiya Kazunari was striding towards the Gryffindor table, beaming widely. He sat down next to Aiba and Matsumoto who, he guessed, were maybe appropriately Gryffindor-ish, but the Hat hadn't seemed strict at all in arguing against what the student wanted. ("Hm," the Hat said speculatively, sensing as Ninomiya walked away, "now that I think about it, he would've made an excellent Hufflepuff.") The table stared at him for some time before breaking into cheers. Another small boy in the line of first-years to be Sorted stared and yelled out, "I want to be with Nino!" A second later Nino and Ohno were bunched close together and eating off the same plate, ignoring everyone's looks.
"Oh, it's Sakurai," Aiba whispered. "He was being all stuffy on the train."
"Maybe he'll end up in Slytherin then," Matsumoto said, looking utterly unconcerned. (But perhaps he thought Sakurai was cool, because he bunched his fingers in the tablecloth and stared intently as Sakurai sat down to be Sorted.)
"Gryffindor!!"
Aiba groaned as Sakurai made his way to the Gryffindor table. "Well, he must be really brave or something."
"Um," said Nino, leaning against Ohno's shoulder. He'd seen Sakurai poking at the rivets of the train with a scared look on his face and yelling out to the window to his parents just how safe is this train, exactly? Nino was beginning to wonder if there was any value to the Sorting at all. But he didn't say anything.
"Oh my god," Sakurai said shrilly, "that mole! You're the Boy Who Lived! Did you know that you're in Hogwarts, a History?!"
Nino sighed.
Title: 15. Mess
Word Count: 486
"So you're saying," Nino asked frantically, blunt fingers gripping his wand, "that I need to go find these Horcruxes."
"Yes," said Johnny, and fell over dead. Something in his tone of voice suggested that he'd meant to say, Yes, my good boy, go forth for this is yet another grand adventure.
Aiba shrieked. "Oh god, he's dead!"
"Nonono," Sho exclaimed, "nonono, if we stick around here we're going to end up dead!" He and Jun hauled Aiba and Nino up and began running towards the Forest. Curses flew back and forth across the grounds of Hogwarts as they ran, ducking and throwing back jinxes over their shoulders, Sho screeching the entire way.
An hour later, they were deep within the Forest and apparently (if Aiba's word was anything to go by, given that he was the dubious ace of their Care of Magical Creatures class) located nearby a colony of centaurs.
Sho was wheezing as they all collapsed against the trunk of a giant tree. "Oh, I can't breathe. We can't stay here long, the Death Eaters will come looking for us."
"He's right." Jun was rubbing his forehead, looking like he had a severe headache. "And with Johnny dead, who knows what... Nino?"
Aiba looked over his shoulder from where he was making friends with an intimidating, grumpy-looking centaur who didn't look too pleased that Hogwarts had been overtaken and that a purpleish magical fire was beginning to eat into the Forest. "Nino?"
At that moment Ohno stumbled in through a gap in the trees, a dark smudge on his cheek and his wet, dripping robes hanging ripped off his shoulder. ("The mermen saved me," he later said dreamily. "We used to fish together.") Nobody noticed him. "Nino?"
For his part, Nino was still sprawled back against the tree he'd been dropped next to, eyes wide open in shock. A deep, somber silence spread through them. Nino and Johnny had been close, although not too close because that would've been weird. And now Nino was all alone except for them; Hogwarts was left without a Headmaster and would surely close. It was easy to understand Nino's distressed reaction.
"My..." Nino started, his breath going faster and his eyebrows tightening. "My..."
"Yours?" Aiba prompted, mouth hanging open as he unconsciously backed away. Nino wasn't often irrationally upset but when he was he tended to throw things, mostly in Aiba's direction. Somehow they usually ended up hitting Ohno.
"My... my..."
The centaur sighed. "Yours?" He was rapidly growing tired with the situation.
"My... my DS!" Nino yelled out shrilly. "In the tower! In the tower they just exploded! My DS was in that tower! It took me ages to figure out how to make it work inside the school! Ages!--" His DS, Sho mouthed weakly to Jun. DS. "--ages..." Nino's eyes narrowed, growing dark and determined. "I'm getting revenge."
Sho, Aiba, Ohno and Jun gaped at him.
Seeing their stares Nino quickly added, "Oh, and for Johnny and the Wizarding World, of course."
Title: 20. Beginning
Word Count: 424
A small boy sat under the Sorting Hat, cheeks shadowed as the Hat neatly covered almost half his face. His feet were hooked at the ankle and swinging, unable to reach the floor. Contrary to the sudden hush in the Great Hall, from what one could see of the boy's chin he looked very much at ease.
"My, my, my," the Sorting Hat said, right into the boy's mind, "my, my, my... Ninomiya Kazunari, here at last. My, my my...." The Hat sounded distinctly flustered.
Er, hi, the boy said.
"Fate seems to tell me that I should attempt putting you in Slytherin," the Hat coughed. "But Alas, you have very little ambition, my boy."
The boy shrugged. Slytherin sounds kind of nasty anyway. Hey...
"Yes?"
The boy grinned. What House would be least strict about people bringing in Muggle things? Like... games?
The Hat was flummoxed. It didn't know very much about Nintendo indeed, but if it had to be one House... "Well, Gryffindor, I do suppose."
Two minutes later Ninomiya Kazunari was striding towards the Gryffindor table, beaming widely. He sat down next to Aiba and Matsumoto who, he guessed, were maybe appropriately Gryffindor-ish, but the Hat hadn't seemed strict at all in arguing against what the student wanted. ("Hm," the Hat said speculatively, sensing as Ninomiya walked away, "now that I think about it, he would've made an excellent Hufflepuff.") The table stared at him for some time before breaking into cheers. Another small boy in the line of first-years to be Sorted stared and yelled out, "I want to be with Nino!" A second later Nino and Ohno were bunched close together and eating off the same plate, ignoring everyone's looks.
"Oh, it's Sakurai," Aiba whispered. "He was being all stuffy on the train."
"Maybe he'll end up in Slytherin then," Matsumoto said, looking utterly unconcerned. (But perhaps he thought Sakurai was cool, because he bunched his fingers in the tablecloth and stared intently as Sakurai sat down to be Sorted.)
"Gryffindor!!"
Aiba groaned as Sakurai made his way to the Gryffindor table. "Well, he must be really brave or something."
"Um," said Nino, leaning against Ohno's shoulder. He'd seen Sakurai poking at the rivets of the train with a scared look on his face and yelling out to the window to his parents just how safe is this train, exactly? Nino was beginning to wonder if there was any value to the Sorting at all. But he didn't say anything.
"Oh my god," Sakurai said shrilly, "that mole! You're the Boy Who Lived! Did you know that you're in Hogwarts, a History?!"
Nino sighed.
Title: 15. Mess
Word Count: 486
"So you're saying," Nino asked frantically, blunt fingers gripping his wand, "that I need to go find these Horcruxes."
"Yes," said Johnny, and fell over dead. Something in his tone of voice suggested that he'd meant to say, Yes, my good boy, go forth for this is yet another grand adventure.
Aiba shrieked. "Oh god, he's dead!"
"Nonono," Sho exclaimed, "nonono, if we stick around here we're going to end up dead!" He and Jun hauled Aiba and Nino up and began running towards the Forest. Curses flew back and forth across the grounds of Hogwarts as they ran, ducking and throwing back jinxes over their shoulders, Sho screeching the entire way.
An hour later, they were deep within the Forest and apparently (if Aiba's word was anything to go by, given that he was the dubious ace of their Care of Magical Creatures class) located nearby a colony of centaurs.
Sho was wheezing as they all collapsed against the trunk of a giant tree. "Oh, I can't breathe. We can't stay here long, the Death Eaters will come looking for us."
"He's right." Jun was rubbing his forehead, looking like he had a severe headache. "And with Johnny dead, who knows what... Nino?"
Aiba looked over his shoulder from where he was making friends with an intimidating, grumpy-looking centaur who didn't look too pleased that Hogwarts had been overtaken and that a purpleish magical fire was beginning to eat into the Forest. "Nino?"
At that moment Ohno stumbled in through a gap in the trees, a dark smudge on his cheek and his wet, dripping robes hanging ripped off his shoulder. ("The mermen saved me," he later said dreamily. "We used to fish together.") Nobody noticed him. "Nino?"
For his part, Nino was still sprawled back against the tree he'd been dropped next to, eyes wide open in shock. A deep, somber silence spread through them. Nino and Johnny had been close, although not too close because that would've been weird. And now Nino was all alone except for them; Hogwarts was left without a Headmaster and would surely close. It was easy to understand Nino's distressed reaction.
"My..." Nino started, his breath going faster and his eyebrows tightening. "My..."
"Yours?" Aiba prompted, mouth hanging open as he unconsciously backed away. Nino wasn't often irrationally upset but when he was he tended to throw things, mostly in Aiba's direction. Somehow they usually ended up hitting Ohno.
"My... my..."
The centaur sighed. "Yours?" He was rapidly growing tired with the situation.
"My... my DS!" Nino yelled out shrilly. "In the tower! In the tower they just exploded! My DS was in that tower! It took me ages to figure out how to make it work inside the school! Ages!--" His DS, Sho mouthed weakly to Jun. DS. "--ages..." Nino's eyes narrowed, growing dark and determined. "I'm getting revenge."
Sho, Aiba, Ohno and Jun gaped at him.
Seeing their stares Nino quickly added, "Oh, and for Johnny and the Wizarding World, of course."