Shortfic/Drabble: Round zbwpromptfest - Prompt Waya getting groped
Title: A spot of trouble on the train.
Rating: PG
Genre: gen
Characters: Waya, pervy old man, "mysterious" rescuer.
Summary: Waya is well aware of what the train system is like... But.
WordCount: 144
Authors Note:
part 3 of a semi-random multi-parter, and for the promptfest at hikago.
This is part of a crossover but is not relevant for this part... really. (Okay, it's Naruto, happy?)
And this can /def/ be taken by itself.
Prompt:-Waya getting groped on the train by a pervy old man ( who may or may not be Kuwabara :o )
Waya was well aware that there were perverts that frequented the Tokyo train system. He even had an elaborate fantasy consisting of meeting a cute girl in pig tails, coming to her rescue, and her large eyes glistening with gratitude as they made plans.
... So yes. He was aware.
However he had never known that he was required to be careful...
Shit.
There was no way that this could be a mistake... The groping hand had ample evidence he was a guy now.
Waya pulled his arm forward to lash out at his assailant when someone screamed exactly what Waya was thinking ("Why must there be fucking perverts everywhere") and tackled the weirdo to the ground.
Waya still wasn't sure whether to be grateful or humiliated as Waya did have his pride.
But he certainly knew what to feel, when he recognised that cackling laughter and those lank grey locks.
RAGE.
Rating: PG
Genre: gen
Characters: Waya, pervy old man, "mysterious" rescuer.
Summary: Waya is well aware of what the train system is like... But.
WordCount: 144
Authors Note:
part 3 of a semi-random multi-parter, and for the promptfest at hikago.
This is part of a crossover but is not relevant for this part... really. (Okay, it's Naruto, happy?)
And this can /def/ be taken by itself.
Prompt:-Waya getting groped on the train by a pervy old man ( who may or may not be Kuwabara :o )
Waya was well aware that there were perverts that frequented the Tokyo train system. He even had an elaborate fantasy consisting of meeting a cute girl in pig tails, coming to her rescue, and her large eyes glistening with gratitude as they made plans.
... So yes. He was aware.
However he had never known that he was required to be careful...
Shit.
There was no way that this could be a mistake... The groping hand had ample evidence he was a guy now.
Waya pulled his arm forward to lash out at his assailant when someone screamed exactly what Waya was thinking ("Why must there be fucking perverts everywhere") and tackled the weirdo to the ground.
Waya still wasn't sure whether to be grateful or humiliated as Waya did have his pride.
But he certainly knew what to feel, when he recognised that cackling laughter and those lank grey locks.
RAGE.