Autumn Challenge Entry. I need to leave that thing alone now.
I think this is my 3rd. Seriously, I need to leave this alone now, but the prompt is SO GOOD! Besides, my other two were serious, so I had to balance that out with crack.
Title: Incessantly Annoying
Author: Ari
Rating: K+, Mild swearing
Summary: It just wouldn’t stop, and Kurogane wondered if his curse was applicable to clocks.
A/N: CRACK. ‘Tis a Piffle fic, to bring us back to the two-eyed, two-armed, relatively angstless days.
Tick, tick, tick, twitch.
The numbers glowed a phosphorescent green in the darkness as Kurogane stared at them, daring them to continue mocking him in such a fashion. This was unacceptable. Absolutely ridiculous. That such a.. thing... was allowed to blink on in this manner was tantamount to Mokona getting away with calling him names. (Fai getting away with that was permissible- Kurogane wasn’t sure of the difference, but he knew it was there.)
There had been a storm that night, and now that stupid clock blinked 12:00, even though it had apparently been 12:00 for the past 3 and a half hours. Fai, always good with technology, had fixed the rest of the clocks in a matter of minutes, but Kurogane was not about to break down and ask Fai to fix his. Oh no, not even if it meant losing his sanity. Which he very well might, if that damned clock didn’t... stop... beeping... now! NOW, he thought, NOW!!
Kurogane put a hand on Souhi, warning the clock- and it had the nerve to blink at him! The nerve! He drew the first inch of smooth, polished steel, his irritation growing exponentially. Even the mage couldn’t piss him off like this! The crimson of his eyes glimmered sinisterly in the unnatural green light as 12:00 blinked once again. This thing deserved hell. He ought to lock it in a room with Fai on pure sugar for an hour or two.... although actually, on second thought, no one deserved that. Except maybe that damned witch.
But then she’d probably teach Fai a thing or two about condescension and tormenting Kurogane in return, and Kurogane really, really didn’t want to know the results of that.
Mental note- never let Fai spend more than three minutes with her alone.
Scratch that, 2 minutes. Fai’s a fast learner.
The digital clock blinked again, shaking Kurogane out of his horror-induced reverie. At this point, it just might be worth it to ask Fai, even though the mage would probably never let it go. Would it matter, though, if he committed suicide in the next 3 minutes just so he didn’t have to watch that clock KEEP BLINKING!
Kurogane unconsciously growled. Fai twirled in, grinning,
“Is Kuro-woof angry?” He stopped and blinked (except Fai’s blinking revealed only the purest blue, none of this incessant green), “Oh, did I forget to get yours?” He waltzed with no hesitation or (further) teasing to press the reset button. The clock stopped blinking. Fai punched in the correct time, after a glance at his watch. Wait, it was that easy?
“There you go, Kuro-kun!” Fai’s smile slid back on, and he seized Kurogane’s arm to tug him into the living room where Syaoran and Sakura sat.
Whatever, thought Kurogane as he put up with Fai’s hands wrapped about his wrist. I’m only dealing with him because he fixed the clock.
Title: Incessantly Annoying
Author: Ari
Rating: K+, Mild swearing
Summary: It just wouldn’t stop, and Kurogane wondered if his curse was applicable to clocks.
A/N: CRACK. ‘Tis a Piffle fic, to bring us back to the two-eyed, two-armed, relatively angstless days.
Tick, tick, tick, twitch.
The numbers glowed a phosphorescent green in the darkness as Kurogane stared at them, daring them to continue mocking him in such a fashion. This was unacceptable. Absolutely ridiculous. That such a.. thing... was allowed to blink on in this manner was tantamount to Mokona getting away with calling him names. (Fai getting away with that was permissible- Kurogane wasn’t sure of the difference, but he knew it was there.)
There had been a storm that night, and now that stupid clock blinked 12:00, even though it had apparently been 12:00 for the past 3 and a half hours. Fai, always good with technology, had fixed the rest of the clocks in a matter of minutes, but Kurogane was not about to break down and ask Fai to fix his. Oh no, not even if it meant losing his sanity. Which he very well might, if that damned clock didn’t... stop... beeping... now! NOW, he thought, NOW!!
Kurogane put a hand on Souhi, warning the clock- and it had the nerve to blink at him! The nerve! He drew the first inch of smooth, polished steel, his irritation growing exponentially. Even the mage couldn’t piss him off like this! The crimson of his eyes glimmered sinisterly in the unnatural green light as 12:00 blinked once again. This thing deserved hell. He ought to lock it in a room with Fai on pure sugar for an hour or two.... although actually, on second thought, no one deserved that. Except maybe that damned witch.
But then she’d probably teach Fai a thing or two about condescension and tormenting Kurogane in return, and Kurogane really, really didn’t want to know the results of that.
Mental note- never let Fai spend more than three minutes with her alone.
Scratch that, 2 minutes. Fai’s a fast learner.
The digital clock blinked again, shaking Kurogane out of his horror-induced reverie. At this point, it just might be worth it to ask Fai, even though the mage would probably never let it go. Would it matter, though, if he committed suicide in the next 3 minutes just so he didn’t have to watch that clock KEEP BLINKING!
Kurogane unconsciously growled. Fai twirled in, grinning,
“Is Kuro-woof angry?” He stopped and blinked (except Fai’s blinking revealed only the purest blue, none of this incessant green), “Oh, did I forget to get yours?” He waltzed with no hesitation or (further) teasing to press the reset button. The clock stopped blinking. Fai punched in the correct time, after a glance at his watch. Wait, it was that easy?
“There you go, Kuro-kun!” Fai’s smile slid back on, and he seized Kurogane’s arm to tug him into the living room where Syaoran and Sakura sat.
Whatever, thought Kurogane as he put up with Fai’s hands wrapped about his wrist. I’m only dealing with him because he fixed the clock.