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torasetsuna:
Fandom: Firefly
Prompt: Mal/Wash, the Cowboy Bebop episode Toys in the Attic
Notes: Watch me fail at Whedon-esque witty banter! Jayne saves the day~ 426 words.
Title:
It
"... What was that?"
"What was what?"
"What do you mean, 'what was what'? That! What was that?"
"... There are a surprising number of definitions for the word 'what', Mal."
"There it was again! That!"
Mal physically grabbed Wash's head between two hands and turned it to the side, trying to will the ship's pilot to hear what its captain was hearing. There was, after all, a horrible scratching sound coming from somewhere in the ship. And if there was one thing Mal did not like, it was scratching sounds coming from the bowels of his boat.
"Kaylee's not about, is she?"
Wash shook his head. "She's dead asleep. In her bunk, too." Suddenly he straightened. "You mean that?"
Mal's eyes darted to the steps. "What? Did you hear it?"
"Assuming it's the same 'it' you heard..." Wash flipped the switches to disengage the pilot's stick and slowly unbuckled himself from the seat. He cocked his head towards the door... sure to let Mal go first.
The pair crept through the sleeping ship, down the hall and past the engine room (which was, as noted, deserted of its mechanic and any other life). The galley door stood open, and Mal and Wash turned their attention to the room beyond.
Suddenly Wash screamed. It was a most unmanly scream. Mal shouted (somewhat more manly) and drew his gun, but stopped himself from blowing a hole in the side of the galley only by sheer force of will.
There it was, on the counter. It was horrible. It was grey, and clumpy, and it was moving.
"What is it?"
"I don't know, but it don't rightly belong on my boat."
"Well, I knew that - how do we get rid of it? I don't wanna touch it -"
Juse then, Jayne appeared from the vicinity of the cargo bay. He looked the pair up and down - Wash was much too close to Mal, cowering with both hands clutching at the captain's elbow. "Huh," he huffed, blinking. "Your wife know about this?"
"Jayne - !"
"Ooh, look. Dinner." Jayne snatched up the wriggling mass with no regard for its horrible... horribleness and popped the entire thing into his mouth. He wrinkled his nose as he chewed. "What the cho yade was in that protein? You know, if we don't get paid well on our next job..." And he stomped out of the kitchen.
Mal and Wash shared a look. "Well. I guess that takes care of that," Wash said carefully.
Mal raised an eyebrow. "I guess it surely does."
--
Forpergamond:
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Prompt: Atobe/Eiji, a romantic date sorting through Atobe's wardrobe
Notes: Totally not as awesome as your not-a-drabble, but I hope it amuses! 439 words.
Title:
Lilac and Lace
"Mou... this is boring."
Atobe turned, raising one eyebrow. "Boring? Kikumaru, how can you possibly be bored?" They were currently engaged in possibly the least boring activity Atobe could think of - organizing his wardrobe, of course. Well, to be specific, they were organizing the smallest of his wardrobes. This was only the three-roomed walk-in of Atobe's guest room at the family's summer home. He hadn't wanted to scare Kikumaru off, after all. It was only the beginning of summer break.
Behind him, seated in the doorway of the closet, Eiji crossed his arms and pouted (rather cutely, Atobe noted absently). "But you're just cataloging things! Making marks on a clipboard!" He motioned to the offending item in Atobe's left hand. "That's no fun!"
"... And what do you propose would make it 'more fun'?" Atobe asked. He sighed, already feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. He would have to ring the maid momentarily and ask for some aspirin. And perhaps some tea.
He had to admit, ever since he'd begun to date Seigaku's famous acrobatic player, Atobe had developed a profound respect for the redhead's doubles partner. Oishi, that was his name. Yes. The boy possessed the patience of a saint; of that, Atobe was sure.
"Hm." Eiji stuck out his bottom lip. He pushed himself off the floor, bounding past Atobe and further into the closet. Hyoutei's captain immediately abandoned the clipboard and followed his boyfriend into the bowels of his closet, vaguely afraid of what mischief he might get himself into if not caught in time. Atobe pushed aside racks of hanging clothing, looking left and right for the telltale flip of red hair.
He found it, finally - or, rather, he found Eiji's wiggling backside partly hidden among what appeared to be a large number of ladies' fine dresses -
"... How on earth did...?" Atobe sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His mother must have run out of room in her own closets again. She was always hiding things in the backs of Atobe's closets, thinking he'd never notice.
Unfortunately, this time he hadn't. Not until now, at least - and now Eiji had pulled something off the rack and turned, his eyes bright and his smile wide as he thrust the lacy, frilly, lilac-colored sundress in Atobe's direction. He thought he might recognize it from one of his mother's book club meetings last year.
Atobe raised one eyebrow, afraid to ask for fear that he already knew the the answer.
And, unfortunately he did; Eiji bounced up and down on the balls of his feet and commanded, brightly, "Try it on!"
--
Forlink621:
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Prompt: Pillar Pair/Ryoma fail
Notes: I think this is everyone fail, but that includes Ryoma, right? 676 words.
Title:
Just Passing By
"Will you get that, boy?" Nanjiroh called from the living room. "I'm busy!"
"Yeah, busy watching porn or something," Ryoma grumbled, ambling over to the front door, where someone had rung the bell. Pulling the door open, he glanced up from beneath unkempt bangs; "Ye- Buchou?" Ryoma blinked up somewhat dumbly at the tall figure standing on his doorstep.
"Ah... Echizen," Tezuka said. "I was... just passing by. I thought I would pay you a visit." He glanced past Ryoma's shoulder, probably hearing the television on in the other room. "Is this a bad time?"
Ryoma shook his head; despite the fact that Buchou had never been "just passing by" before, he guessed it wasn't a bad time. He'd just been reading some book for literature class. The break would be pretty welcome, even if he wasn't sure exactly... how to hang out with Kunimitsu Tezuka.
"It's fine. Um... do you want to come in?" Ryoma stepped aside and Tezuka nodded, stepping into the foyer and removing his shoes.
"Thank you."
Shoes removed, Tezuka stood in the Echizen's foyer. Ryoma stood beside him.
A loud moan issued from the living room television.
Tezuka made no outward sign that he'd heard it. Ryoma turned red.
"Uh... d'you want anything to drink?" Ryoma asked. That was what hosts did, right? Momo usually just demanded a drink and Eiji-sempai whined until he got something. Ryoma had never entertained anyone else in his home.
"One of your... Ponta, is it? Yes, a Ponta would be fine," Tezuka said, smiling slightly.
Ryoma had admit, he'd never, ever seen Buchou drink Ponta - or any other type of soft drink, for that matter. He'd never seen Tezuka drink something that wasn't water or tea, except for the few unfortunate times he'd been forced to consume Inui Juice. Ryoma shuddered. He was still trying to forget the last time.
Nonetheless, he retreated into the kitchen and came back with two cans. Handing one to Tezuka, he pointed up the stairs. "C'mon. My room's this way."
The two of them climbed the stairs to Ryoma's room. Tezuka looked around the room, as though he was taking it in - not that there was much to take in, Ryoma figured. It was really pretty plain. Suddenly he felt slightly embarrassed by the laundry spilling out of his closet door and the tennis magazines strewn across the desk.
Finally Tezuka nodded to himself, and retreated to the desk chair. He glanced at Ryoma before sitting, and Ryoma nodded to let him know it was all right. Tezuka sat, straight-backed, and sipped his Ponta. Ryoma sat awkwardly on the bed, shoving his book aside.
Silence reigned.
Then, suddenly and without warning, something cream and black shot out from beneath the bed and launched itself onto Tezuka's lap. Seigaku's captain issued forth a somewhat undignified squeak, just as Ryoma's mouth dropped open and he started to scramble off the bed. Thankfully, Tezuka managed to keep the Ponta in his hand from spilling everywhere. Ryoma stopped dead as he realized what had happened.
"Um... Buchou - I'm sorry, that's - "
On Tezuka's lap, the mass was pawing around, sniffing his stomach and his legs before it meowed loudly. "A cat?" Tezuka, asked, pushing his glasses up his nose and pretending he hadn't just made any sort of noise. Perhaps Echizen would just forget. Yes.
"... Yeah. Her name's Karupin."
"Ah."
On Tezuka's lap, Karupin seemed to satisfy herself of whatever she'd been seeking and promptly curled up, wrapping her tail over her nose. Tezuka's following tentative attempt to pet her resulted in a halfhearted swat.
Ryoma tried not to laugh. "That means she wants t'sleep," he said, glancing up at Tezuka's face; his eyes were opaque through his glasses. Ryoma couldn't help but smile and he tried to hide it behind one hand. "I think she likes you, Buchou."
Tezuka eyed the mass of happily purring fur now firmly lodged in his lap. "Yes. It would appear so." Perhaps he would be staying longer at Echizen's than he had initially planned.
Aaaaaaalmost... time to leave! Please do not thunderstorm on me when I want to run! (Actually, it looks sunny out there now. Win!)
For
torasetsuna:Fandom: Firefly
Prompt: Mal/Wash, the Cowboy Bebop episode Toys in the Attic
Notes: Watch me fail at Whedon-esque witty banter! Jayne saves the day~ 426 words.
Title:
It
"... What was that?"
"What was what?"
"What do you mean, 'what was what'? That! What was that?"
"... There are a surprising number of definitions for the word 'what', Mal."
"There it was again! That!"
Mal physically grabbed Wash's head between two hands and turned it to the side, trying to will the ship's pilot to hear what its captain was hearing. There was, after all, a horrible scratching sound coming from somewhere in the ship. And if there was one thing Mal did not like, it was scratching sounds coming from the bowels of his boat.
"Kaylee's not about, is she?"
Wash shook his head. "She's dead asleep. In her bunk, too." Suddenly he straightened. "You mean that?"
Mal's eyes darted to the steps. "What? Did you hear it?"
"Assuming it's the same 'it' you heard..." Wash flipped the switches to disengage the pilot's stick and slowly unbuckled himself from the seat. He cocked his head towards the door... sure to let Mal go first.
The pair crept through the sleeping ship, down the hall and past the engine room (which was, as noted, deserted of its mechanic and any other life). The galley door stood open, and Mal and Wash turned their attention to the room beyond.
Suddenly Wash screamed. It was a most unmanly scream. Mal shouted (somewhat more manly) and drew his gun, but stopped himself from blowing a hole in the side of the galley only by sheer force of will.
There it was, on the counter. It was horrible. It was grey, and clumpy, and it was moving.
"What is it?"
"I don't know, but it don't rightly belong on my boat."
"Well, I knew that - how do we get rid of it? I don't wanna touch it -"
Juse then, Jayne appeared from the vicinity of the cargo bay. He looked the pair up and down - Wash was much too close to Mal, cowering with both hands clutching at the captain's elbow. "Huh," he huffed, blinking. "Your wife know about this?"
"Jayne - !"
"Ooh, look. Dinner." Jayne snatched up the wriggling mass with no regard for its horrible... horribleness and popped the entire thing into his mouth. He wrinkled his nose as he chewed. "What the cho yade was in that protein? You know, if we don't get paid well on our next job..." And he stomped out of the kitchen.
Mal and Wash shared a look. "Well. I guess that takes care of that," Wash said carefully.
Mal raised an eyebrow. "I guess it surely does."
--
For
pergamond:Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Prompt: Atobe/Eiji, a romantic date sorting through Atobe's wardrobe
Notes: Totally not as awesome as your not-a-drabble, but I hope it amuses! 439 words.
Title:
Lilac and Lace
"Mou... this is boring."
Atobe turned, raising one eyebrow. "Boring? Kikumaru, how can you possibly be bored?" They were currently engaged in possibly the least boring activity Atobe could think of - organizing his wardrobe, of course. Well, to be specific, they were organizing the smallest of his wardrobes. This was only the three-roomed walk-in of Atobe's guest room at the family's summer home. He hadn't wanted to scare Kikumaru off, after all. It was only the beginning of summer break.
Behind him, seated in the doorway of the closet, Eiji crossed his arms and pouted (rather cutely, Atobe noted absently). "But you're just cataloging things! Making marks on a clipboard!" He motioned to the offending item in Atobe's left hand. "That's no fun!"
"... And what do you propose would make it 'more fun'?" Atobe asked. He sighed, already feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. He would have to ring the maid momentarily and ask for some aspirin. And perhaps some tea.
He had to admit, ever since he'd begun to date Seigaku's famous acrobatic player, Atobe had developed a profound respect for the redhead's doubles partner. Oishi, that was his name. Yes. The boy possessed the patience of a saint; of that, Atobe was sure.
"Hm." Eiji stuck out his bottom lip. He pushed himself off the floor, bounding past Atobe and further into the closet. Hyoutei's captain immediately abandoned the clipboard and followed his boyfriend into the bowels of his closet, vaguely afraid of what mischief he might get himself into if not caught in time. Atobe pushed aside racks of hanging clothing, looking left and right for the telltale flip of red hair.
He found it, finally - or, rather, he found Eiji's wiggling backside partly hidden among what appeared to be a large number of ladies' fine dresses -
"... How on earth did...?" Atobe sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His mother must have run out of room in her own closets again. She was always hiding things in the backs of Atobe's closets, thinking he'd never notice.
Unfortunately, this time he hadn't. Not until now, at least - and now Eiji had pulled something off the rack and turned, his eyes bright and his smile wide as he thrust the lacy, frilly, lilac-colored sundress in Atobe's direction. He thought he might recognize it from one of his mother's book club meetings last year.
Atobe raised one eyebrow, afraid to ask for fear that he already knew the the answer.
And, unfortunately he did; Eiji bounced up and down on the balls of his feet and commanded, brightly, "Try it on!"
--
For
link621:Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Prompt: Pillar Pair/Ryoma fail
Notes: I think this is everyone fail, but that includes Ryoma, right? 676 words.
Title:
Just Passing By
"Will you get that, boy?" Nanjiroh called from the living room. "I'm busy!"
"Yeah, busy watching porn or something," Ryoma grumbled, ambling over to the front door, where someone had rung the bell. Pulling the door open, he glanced up from beneath unkempt bangs; "Ye- Buchou?" Ryoma blinked up somewhat dumbly at the tall figure standing on his doorstep.
"Ah... Echizen," Tezuka said. "I was... just passing by. I thought I would pay you a visit." He glanced past Ryoma's shoulder, probably hearing the television on in the other room. "Is this a bad time?"
Ryoma shook his head; despite the fact that Buchou had never been "just passing by" before, he guessed it wasn't a bad time. He'd just been reading some book for literature class. The break would be pretty welcome, even if he wasn't sure exactly... how to hang out with Kunimitsu Tezuka.
"It's fine. Um... do you want to come in?" Ryoma stepped aside and Tezuka nodded, stepping into the foyer and removing his shoes.
"Thank you."
Shoes removed, Tezuka stood in the Echizen's foyer. Ryoma stood beside him.
A loud moan issued from the living room television.
Tezuka made no outward sign that he'd heard it. Ryoma turned red.
"Uh... d'you want anything to drink?" Ryoma asked. That was what hosts did, right? Momo usually just demanded a drink and Eiji-sempai whined until he got something. Ryoma had never entertained anyone else in his home.
"One of your... Ponta, is it? Yes, a Ponta would be fine," Tezuka said, smiling slightly.
Ryoma had admit, he'd never, ever seen Buchou drink Ponta - or any other type of soft drink, for that matter. He'd never seen Tezuka drink something that wasn't water or tea, except for the few unfortunate times he'd been forced to consume Inui Juice. Ryoma shuddered. He was still trying to forget the last time.
Nonetheless, he retreated into the kitchen and came back with two cans. Handing one to Tezuka, he pointed up the stairs. "C'mon. My room's this way."
The two of them climbed the stairs to Ryoma's room. Tezuka looked around the room, as though he was taking it in - not that there was much to take in, Ryoma figured. It was really pretty plain. Suddenly he felt slightly embarrassed by the laundry spilling out of his closet door and the tennis magazines strewn across the desk.
Finally Tezuka nodded to himself, and retreated to the desk chair. He glanced at Ryoma before sitting, and Ryoma nodded to let him know it was all right. Tezuka sat, straight-backed, and sipped his Ponta. Ryoma sat awkwardly on the bed, shoving his book aside.
Silence reigned.
Then, suddenly and without warning, something cream and black shot out from beneath the bed and launched itself onto Tezuka's lap. Seigaku's captain issued forth a somewhat undignified squeak, just as Ryoma's mouth dropped open and he started to scramble off the bed. Thankfully, Tezuka managed to keep the Ponta in his hand from spilling everywhere. Ryoma stopped dead as he realized what had happened.
"Um... Buchou - I'm sorry, that's - "
On Tezuka's lap, the mass was pawing around, sniffing his stomach and his legs before it meowed loudly. "A cat?" Tezuka, asked, pushing his glasses up his nose and pretending he hadn't just made any sort of noise. Perhaps Echizen would just forget. Yes.
"... Yeah. Her name's Karupin."
"Ah."
On Tezuka's lap, Karupin seemed to satisfy herself of whatever she'd been seeking and promptly curled up, wrapping her tail over her nose. Tezuka's following tentative attempt to pet her resulted in a halfhearted swat.
Ryoma tried not to laugh. "That means she wants t'sleep," he said, glancing up at Tezuka's face; his eyes were opaque through his glasses. Ryoma couldn't help but smile and he tried to hide it behind one hand. "I think she likes you, Buchou."
Tezuka eyed the mass of happily purring fur now firmly lodged in his lap. "Yes. It would appear so." Perhaps he would be staying longer at Echizen's than he had initially planned.
Aaaaaaalmost... time to leave! Please do not thunderstorm on me when I want to run! (Actually, it looks sunny out there now. Win!)
