southpaw; shotglass; sub; strife; sunk; sleep; slander; six; stuck; sorrow; serenity; special
Title: Southpaw
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Totsuka, Kawai
Notes: PIRATES NINJA COWBOYS. \o/ From that Q&A where Tottsu is deliberately ambi because he's bored.
"Sherriff… 'the hell?"
Totsuka Shota looked up at the voice of his deputy, then back to the pistol in his own hand. The situation, he'd have thought, was self-evident. "I'm shooting with my left?"
Kawai gave him a funny look. "But like, newsflash: you ain't no southpaw?"
"Exactly," Totsuka agreed.
"Exactly what?"
"Why I'm practicing?" Totsuka said. "See, then I'll still be able to defend the town if my right hand is incapacitated somehow. Like, eaten by a Wild Haggis. Or something."
Kawai snorted. "I was about t'concede the point before y'choice of antagonist."
Totsuka smiled. "I live to confound."
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Title: Shotglass
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Totsuka, Kitayama
Notes: .... . .-.. .-.. --- is hello in Morse. 8D
The badge was a sign of authority, though Totsuka didn't like wearing it as such too much. (The townsfolk all knew who he was anyhow; their little dustbowl wasn't very bustling.) Still, he kept it on him. It was useful occasionally.
Seated in a patch of sunlight by the window, boots up on the table, he aimed the badge's reflective glint across the saloon.
Flash-flash-flash-flash.
Flash.
Flash-linger…flash-flash.
He got through the hell of hello before the bartender looked up. Totsuka grinned and gave a casual wave. Kitayama rolled his eyes and went back to filling his kegs with a smile.
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Title: Sub
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Yokoo, Kitayama, Fujigaya
"This place is a sty!" was the first announcement of the night.
"Thank god you're here," Kitayama said. "We're nearly out o'jugs."
"There's a stack of them in the sink!" Yokoo pointed, exasperated. "And about fifty glasses."
Kitayama grinned and tugged off his apron. "All for you, Nightshift."
"What the hell've you been doing all day this time?" Yokoo demanded.
Kitayama shrugged, hummed. "The Sherriff was distracting."
"Bullshit, Fatty!" Fujigaya called across the room from where he ran the poker table. "He was barely here two hours!"
Kitayama just laughed. Physical presence was hardly a daydream prerequisite. "Catch y'all later."
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Title: Strife
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kawai, Fujigaya, Goseki
"Aww, Iida's helping out at the bar again?" the Deputy cooed. (Fujigaya had long ceased to wonder who was enforcing the law with Kitayama out chasing the Sherriff, and the Deputy losing at card games in the back of their saloon. He dealt another round.) "Amazing, after a day in the mines."
"Hard-knock life," observed their poker king, Goseki 'The Gentleman' Koichi. "But old Yokoo's probably paying him well."
"You can say that again. Favours and all…" At Kawai's guffaw, Fujigaya berated himself back to concentration. Yokoo would kill him if Goseki bankrupted the house two nights in a row.
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Title: Sunk
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Iida, Fujigaya, Tsukada
Notes: Mines are dusty places. ♥ (Not really usually, but it's funnier this way.)
"Four dust beer floats," Iida offered, carrying over a tray.
"Dust sinks in water, you oaf," Fujigaya grinned, doling out the glasses to his table. "And becomes mud. But thanks."
"Mind the asbestos," Iida chuckled, walking back to the bar with his tray under his arm.
"Wow! At least I took a shower before gettin' here!" Tsukada remarked of his mining workmate, head tilted at tabletop level to watch his drink. Iida's dust flotilla fought downward through the rising bubbles in an admirably determined fashion.
"Old Yokoo's a slave driver," Fujigaya said, lighting Goseki a cigar. "He can't be helped."
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Title: Sleep
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Totsuka, Kitayama
Notes: Really, Kitayama crashes the Sherriff's office because it's the quietest place in town after a long shift. 8D
"Hey, Sherriff."
At his desk, Totsuka smiled. He could call that lazy drawl anywhere. "Wataru didn't keep you long tonight, Hiromitsu."
"Couldn't if he tried," Kitayama said, and held out two small bottles. "Firewater or firewater?"
"Firewater please," Totsuka said politely. "Thank you."
"You didn't say hi today," Kitayama accused, slouching bonelessly into the chair by the door. "So cold."
Totsuka laughed. "I said hello."
"You said Go t'hell," Kitayama told him around a swig of whiskey.
"Without the Go to perhaps," Totsuka allowed, smiling.
With a deep sigh, Kitayama closed his eyes. "Yeah. Well. Wake me when it's Armageddon."
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Title: Slander
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Totsuka, Hashimoto, Kawai
Notes: 'Belittlement' of Kawai is always fun. 8D This universe should've stopped at six, but then Hasshi wanted in and TOOK COMPLETELY OVER. ;;
With Kawai by his side like a trusty spaniel, Totsuka approached their newcomer on dusty Main Street. It was the infamous Hashimoto 'The Kid' Ryosuke: tall, handsome; still young enough to be at school.
Two wicked black pistols hung loose at his hips.
"I hope you won't be using those around these parts," Totsuka said.
The Kid looked surprised. "Why not?"
"If you must, this town may not be big enough for the both of us," Totsuka told him, apologetic.
Hashimoto looked Totsuka up and down a moment, before considering Kawai instead. "Me and him'll fit though, I think?"
"Oi!"
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Title: Six
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Hashimoto, Kawai, Totsuka
"S'okay though, right?" Hashimoto said back at Totsuka's office. "They's never loaded, see?" He cycled each pistol through eight rounds, all empty. The chambers weren't even scratched.
Totsuka blinked.
"Why'dn't y'just say y'carry 'em just t' look cool?" Kawai demanded, bewildered.
"I'm sorry, Deputy!" Hashimoto covered his head. "You would'a laughed at me!"
"I'm not gonna hit you, Kid," Kawai deadpanned.
Hashimoto peeked out. "Really?"
"No," Kawai grinned, and gave Hashimoto a slap on the ass. Hashimoto yelped and tried to smack Kawai back. Within seconds they were chasing each other around the desk and cells like horses.
Totsuka sighed.
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Title: Stuck
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Fujigaya, Goseki
The Kid melted hearts like money.
Though still not old enough to gamble (nobody technically asked his age), it didn't stop him bankrupting both Goseki and Fujigaya at the saloon that first night.
"Watta's gonna kill me," Fujigaya groaned when Hashimoto had gone, Tsukada having herded him off to an early bedtime.
Goseki was somewhat less concerned. He smiled genteelly. "I think I've found myself an apprentice."
"First time fluke," Fujigaya dismissed.
Goseki laughed. "I'd call his luck less beginners and more dumb."
"I don't want two of your kind in my game," Fujigaya said, frustrated. "One's bad enough already!"
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Title: Sorrow
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Totsuka, Hashimoto
Totsuka knocked softly at the room above the saloon. "Hasshi?" Pushing the door open, he found The Kid seated by the window instead of in bed. "Just checking you're alright. It's still pretty noisy downstairs, but…"
"'s okay." Hashimoto gave a half-smile in the moonlight, head resting on the sill. "'m fine."
Unconvinced, Totsuka crossed the room. "…are you sure?"
"…no," Hashimoto admitted, staring out of the window. "I kinda miss my mom. Ever miss yours?"
"My mother lives behind the station," Totsuka said. "So not really. Yours is…?" Met with Hashimoto's long, uneasy silence, Totsuka said gently, "I'm sorry."
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Title: Serenity
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Totsuka, Hashimoto
"Do you have anything to remember her by?" Totsuka asked at length.
It was a while more before Hashimoto spoke again. When he did, he pointed at the night sky. "Mm. Up every night kinda like a vampire, y'know? She's there. And that's me an' sis beside her."
Totsuka followed the boy's line of sight to three brilliant blue stars. "I see."
"Yeah..." Strangely, Hashimoto's voice turned quiet and shy. "An'… that there one can be you, Sherriff," he said. "I mean, if you want…"
Totsuka smiled. "I'd be honoured to accompany you, Hasshi."
Hashimoto smiled back. "Yeah. Wherever we may go."
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Title: Special
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Hashimoto, Kawai
Notes: And somehow, I completely neglected to mention Yara swaggering around in leather chaps. Hm. 8(a
"The hell d'you think you're doin'?" Kawai demanded. "Don't touch that!" He snatched the little whiskey bottle out of Hashimoto's hands.
Booted feet atop Totsuka's desk, Hashimoto blinked. "Why? I was thirsty, so-"
"This ain't water!" Kawai said, and leaned back to shout: "SHERRIFF, I'MMA LOCK YOU UP FOR LEAVIN' Y'GROG WHERE KIDS C'N REACH!"
"It's just water though?" Totsuka called down, sounding amused.
"Firewater ain't-"
"No, I drank that," Totsuka laughed. "It's water, and Hasshi can keep the bottle."
Kawai frowned, then frowned some more when Hashimoto grinned at him happily. "Sherriff likes me best. ♥"
"Shut up."
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Totsuka, Kawai
Notes: PIRATES NINJA COWBOYS. \o/ From that Q&A where Tottsu is deliberately ambi because he's bored.
"Sherriff… 'the hell?"
Totsuka Shota looked up at the voice of his deputy, then back to the pistol in his own hand. The situation, he'd have thought, was self-evident. "I'm shooting with my left?"
Kawai gave him a funny look. "But like, newsflash: you ain't no southpaw?"
"Exactly," Totsuka agreed.
"Exactly what?"
"Why I'm practicing?" Totsuka said. "See, then I'll still be able to defend the town if my right hand is incapacitated somehow. Like, eaten by a Wild Haggis. Or something."
Kawai snorted. "I was about t'concede the point before y'choice of antagonist."
Totsuka smiled. "I live to confound."
※
Title: Shotglass
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Totsuka, Kitayama
Notes: .... . .-.. .-.. --- is hello in Morse. 8D
The badge was a sign of authority, though Totsuka didn't like wearing it as such too much. (The townsfolk all knew who he was anyhow; their little dustbowl wasn't very bustling.) Still, he kept it on him. It was useful occasionally.
Seated in a patch of sunlight by the window, boots up on the table, he aimed the badge's reflective glint across the saloon.
Flash-flash-flash-flash.
Flash.
Flash-linger…flash-flash.
He got through the hell of hello before the bartender looked up. Totsuka grinned and gave a casual wave. Kitayama rolled his eyes and went back to filling his kegs with a smile.
※
Title: Sub
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Yokoo, Kitayama, Fujigaya
"This place is a sty!" was the first announcement of the night.
"Thank god you're here," Kitayama said. "We're nearly out o'jugs."
"There's a stack of them in the sink!" Yokoo pointed, exasperated. "And about fifty glasses."
Kitayama grinned and tugged off his apron. "All for you, Nightshift."
"What the hell've you been doing all day this time?" Yokoo demanded.
Kitayama shrugged, hummed. "The Sherriff was distracting."
"Bullshit, Fatty!" Fujigaya called across the room from where he ran the poker table. "He was barely here two hours!"
Kitayama just laughed. Physical presence was hardly a daydream prerequisite. "Catch y'all later."
※
Title: Strife
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kawai, Fujigaya, Goseki
"Aww, Iida's helping out at the bar again?" the Deputy cooed. (Fujigaya had long ceased to wonder who was enforcing the law with Kitayama out chasing the Sherriff, and the Deputy losing at card games in the back of their saloon. He dealt another round.) "Amazing, after a day in the mines."
"Hard-knock life," observed their poker king, Goseki 'The Gentleman' Koichi. "But old Yokoo's probably paying him well."
"You can say that again. Favours and all…" At Kawai's guffaw, Fujigaya berated himself back to concentration. Yokoo would kill him if Goseki bankrupted the house two nights in a row.
※
Title: Sunk
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Iida, Fujigaya, Tsukada
Notes: Mines are dusty places. ♥ (Not really usually, but it's funnier this way.)
"Four dust beer floats," Iida offered, carrying over a tray.
"Dust sinks in water, you oaf," Fujigaya grinned, doling out the glasses to his table. "And becomes mud. But thanks."
"Mind the asbestos," Iida chuckled, walking back to the bar with his tray under his arm.
"Wow! At least I took a shower before gettin' here!" Tsukada remarked of his mining workmate, head tilted at tabletop level to watch his drink. Iida's dust flotilla fought downward through the rising bubbles in an admirably determined fashion.
"Old Yokoo's a slave driver," Fujigaya said, lighting Goseki a cigar. "He can't be helped."
※
Title: Sleep
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Totsuka, Kitayama
Notes: Really, Kitayama crashes the Sherriff's office because it's the quietest place in town after a long shift. 8D
"Hey, Sherriff."
At his desk, Totsuka smiled. He could call that lazy drawl anywhere. "Wataru didn't keep you long tonight, Hiromitsu."
"Couldn't if he tried," Kitayama said, and held out two small bottles. "Firewater or firewater?"
"Firewater please," Totsuka said politely. "Thank you."
"You didn't say hi today," Kitayama accused, slouching bonelessly into the chair by the door. "So cold."
Totsuka laughed. "I said hello."
"You said Go t'hell," Kitayama told him around a swig of whiskey.
"Without the Go to perhaps," Totsuka allowed, smiling.
With a deep sigh, Kitayama closed his eyes. "Yeah. Well. Wake me when it's Armageddon."
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Title: Slander
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Totsuka, Hashimoto, Kawai
Notes: 'Belittlement' of Kawai is always fun. 8D This universe should've stopped at six, but then Hasshi wanted in and TOOK COMPLETELY OVER. ;;
With Kawai by his side like a trusty spaniel, Totsuka approached their newcomer on dusty Main Street. It was the infamous Hashimoto 'The Kid' Ryosuke: tall, handsome; still young enough to be at school.
Two wicked black pistols hung loose at his hips.
"I hope you won't be using those around these parts," Totsuka said.
The Kid looked surprised. "Why not?"
"If you must, this town may not be big enough for the both of us," Totsuka told him, apologetic.
Hashimoto looked Totsuka up and down a moment, before considering Kawai instead. "Me and him'll fit though, I think?"
"Oi!"
※
Title: Six
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Hashimoto, Kawai, Totsuka
"S'okay though, right?" Hashimoto said back at Totsuka's office. "They's never loaded, see?" He cycled each pistol through eight rounds, all empty. The chambers weren't even scratched.
Totsuka blinked.
"Why'dn't y'just say y'carry 'em just t' look cool?" Kawai demanded, bewildered.
"I'm sorry, Deputy!" Hashimoto covered his head. "You would'a laughed at me!"
"I'm not gonna hit you, Kid," Kawai deadpanned.
Hashimoto peeked out. "Really?"
"No," Kawai grinned, and gave Hashimoto a slap on the ass. Hashimoto yelped and tried to smack Kawai back. Within seconds they were chasing each other around the desk and cells like horses.
Totsuka sighed.
※
Title: Stuck
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Fujigaya, Goseki
The Kid melted hearts like money.
Though still not old enough to gamble (nobody technically asked his age), it didn't stop him bankrupting both Goseki and Fujigaya at the saloon that first night.
"Watta's gonna kill me," Fujigaya groaned when Hashimoto had gone, Tsukada having herded him off to an early bedtime.
Goseki was somewhat less concerned. He smiled genteelly. "I think I've found myself an apprentice."
"First time fluke," Fujigaya dismissed.
Goseki laughed. "I'd call his luck less beginners and more dumb."
"I don't want two of your kind in my game," Fujigaya said, frustrated. "One's bad enough already!"
※
Title: Sorrow
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Totsuka, Hashimoto
Totsuka knocked softly at the room above the saloon. "Hasshi?" Pushing the door open, he found The Kid seated by the window instead of in bed. "Just checking you're alright. It's still pretty noisy downstairs, but…"
"'s okay." Hashimoto gave a half-smile in the moonlight, head resting on the sill. "'m fine."
Unconvinced, Totsuka crossed the room. "…are you sure?"
"…no," Hashimoto admitted, staring out of the window. "I kinda miss my mom. Ever miss yours?"
"My mother lives behind the station," Totsuka said. "So not really. Yours is…?" Met with Hashimoto's long, uneasy silence, Totsuka said gently, "I'm sorry."
※
Title: Serenity
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Totsuka, Hashimoto
"Do you have anything to remember her by?" Totsuka asked at length.
It was a while more before Hashimoto spoke again. When he did, he pointed at the night sky. "Mm. Up every night kinda like a vampire, y'know? She's there. And that's me an' sis beside her."
Totsuka followed the boy's line of sight to three brilliant blue stars. "I see."
"Yeah..." Strangely, Hashimoto's voice turned quiet and shy. "An'… that there one can be you, Sherriff," he said. "I mean, if you want…"
Totsuka smiled. "I'd be honoured to accompany you, Hasshi."
Hashimoto smiled back. "Yeah. Wherever we may go."
※
Title: Special
Unit for Points: K.K.Kity
Word Count: 100
Characters: Hashimoto, Kawai
Notes: And somehow, I completely neglected to mention Yara swaggering around in leather chaps. Hm. 8(a
"The hell d'you think you're doin'?" Kawai demanded. "Don't touch that!" He snatched the little whiskey bottle out of Hashimoto's hands.
Booted feet atop Totsuka's desk, Hashimoto blinked. "Why? I was thirsty, so-"
"This ain't water!" Kawai said, and leaned back to shout: "SHERRIFF, I'MMA LOCK YOU UP FOR LEAVIN' Y'GROG WHERE KIDS C'N REACH!"
"It's just water though?" Totsuka called down, sounding amused.
"Firewater ain't-"
"No, I drank that," Totsuka laughed. "It's water, and Hasshi can keep the bottle."
Kawai frowned, then frowned some more when Hashimoto grinned at him happily. "Sherriff likes me best. ♥"
"Shut up."