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taotrooper) wrote2009-06-20 12:10 am
taotrooper) wrote2009-06-20 12:10 am
[Furuba, FMA, TRC] Drabbles
Summertime on winter
Hatori glanced at the snowflakes dancing outside through the window. His thoughts were interrupted by Mayuko, who brought him a cup of coffee.
They didn’t say anything during some seconds. He sipped the hot beverage.
“Mayuko… what happens when the snow melts?”
“Spring is here,” she sighed with exasperation. “Kana asked me that during our freshman year at college, you know.”
“I’m not demanding the right answer,” he told her. “Imagine there’s no right or wrong answer. What would you say? Be honest.”
“Streets get wet and slippery, and that’s annoying!”
They chuckled for a minute. Then she got closer to his face and glared.
“What about you, Mr. Existencialist?”
“It doesn’t matter about winter and spring that much anymore. I live in summertime now.”
Before she could raise an eyebrow, he kissed her.
Cow skin
When he was little, Haru used to see the world in two colors. It was either black or white. Nothing in between. He could never behave in a gray palette. Just two states on the mood ring of his soul.
Then he made some discoveries. The rat was kind and insecure. The cat was extremely human beneath his supposed monstrosity. The rabbit was hiding his sadness behind a smile. And the horse… never mind her toughness, since her heart was beautiful.
In the end, nobody’s entirely black or white. Like the skin of the cows, we had spots of the opposite color; some bigger than others.
Hatsuharu had yet to figure out if he was a white cow with black spots, or a black cow with white spots. He hoped he was the former.
Friends call you stupid
They sipped their leather boot soup, while glancing at the sea of blood. They were trapped, and barely surviving.
“Ed, you know…”
“What? Stop complaining about the flavor!”
“No, it’s not that… you are lucky.”
“How come? I’m stuck with you inside a homunculus.”
“Yes, but you have Alphonse. You have a brother to be concerned about, while he cares about your welfare.”
“Yeah, and that’s why I have to get out of here. He has to be scared!”
“And Miss Winry. She went from Rush Valley to Central just to help you out.”
“I know…” Ed blushed. “If something happens to me, she’ll be devastated. And if I make it out of here with the automail broken…” He shuddered.
“Sucks to be you.” Ling smiled. “But still, Ed, you have friends and a family. You had a loving mother. You may have issues with your father, but at least you got to know him. I, on the other hand, have forty-two siblings, and they all would love to see me dead. My mother only sees me as a consequence of the great favors the Emperor gave her and a tool for our clan to be on the top. I’ve never met my father. I never had childhood friends since everyone around my age in my clan is intimidated by my position.”
“But what about Lan Fan?”
“Oh, she’s definitely someone close and she’d be the nearest thing to a friend I’ve had, but… I’ve never known if she truly cares about me because she’s fond of my person, or because she’s following her orders to protect me.”
“You’re a dumb prince!” To Ling surprise, Ed was annoyed by his words. “Of course she cares about you, regardless of the clan!”
They glared for some seconds.
“You’re the only person who has called the prince of the Yao clan ‘dumb’, you know.”
“Well, get used to it! That’s what friends do: call each other stupid when they act like one.”
Ling blinked, and then laughed.
He wasn’t alone.
Real ninja men wear pink, apparently
“I’m not wearing this!” A voice roared through the halls of the Shirasaki castle. Two young women hastened their pace towards it. Finally, they halted in front of a big wooden door with moons carved on it.
“There he is, Princess.”
“Thank you, Souma. I shall handle him.”
The girl entered the chamber, in which three ninjas were holding a young man’s arms on, so he wouldn’t destroy the furniture. She sighed while glancing at the clothes over the floor. When her head tilted, her hair garments making a metallic sound, a fourth ninja picked it up.
“Oh, Kurogane. What are we going to do with you?”
“Why should I wear that stupid thing!?”
“Because tonight it is the Hoshimi ceremony, and I designed those gala uniforms for my escorts. Aren’t they gorgeous?” The princess’ eyes sparkled.
“They have pink ribbons, Tomoyo! It’s not manly!”
“You will look adorable!”
“I’ll look ridiculous! Listen to me, at least!”
“The other male ninjas never complained.”
“The other ninjas are idiots!”
“Please, Kurogane. Your mother would’ve loved to see you with the Shirasaki gala uniform during her favorite holiday. Her spirit is watching you in Paradise… So proud of her son…” Two tears shined on her eyes.
“…That’s such a low trick,” he growled.
“I shall see you tonight. Ohohohoho.”
“She’s such a demon,” he murmured when she left the room, and then he proceeded to undress.
Sweeter this way
“What are those?” The young priest asked his friend, while pointing at a huge basket filled with white, rounded food.
“Apples. Honestly, Yuki.”
“No, I mean, what’s a basket of apples doing in the middle of your bedroom, on the floor?”
“Ah,” the prince shrugged. “Well, it seems Sakura went yesterday to the marketplace with the foreign archaeologist and that brat he has for a son---”
“Touya! Don’t insult your sister’s best friend,” Yukito laughed. “You have such a complex with her.”
“Whatever. So, they went to the marketplace, and they bought some fruits. It seems she mentioned Mr. Fujitaka that her favorite food is apples, and a merchant overheard it. Next thing we know, the palace is filled with boxes of them.”
“People sure love their little princess.”
“Maybe too much. Father doesn’t want her to eat them all, since she’s capable of trying, and her stomach would hurt afterwards. So he divided them in baskets and shared them with all the servants. He took one, though. I got my share, too.”
“That’s generous from the King.”
“Do you want a basket, Yuki?”
“Oh no. Then some maid would get less fruits than the rest.”
“Who says you’d take them from a maid?” Touya’s left eyebrow raised.
“Definitely no, then. I’m not taking your apples.” Yukito shook his head.
“Don’t be stupid. Everything I own is yours, if you just ask.”
“That’s… uh, too strong for a phrase.”
“Well, as long as it’s not the kingdom, it can be arranged,” he chuckled.
“I don’t want the kingdom,” he assured him with a smile.
“And I don’t want all apples. So take half of it!”
“Fine, fine… You’re too stubborn, you know that?”
Yukito put a handful of apples aside. He kept the last one he took, and gave it a bite.
“Good!” He bit it again.
“Can I?”
“Woiiia…“ Yukito swallowed. “Touya, you have your own apples to eat!”
Instead of answering, the heir to the throne took Yukito’s hand, directed it to his mouth, and ripped a piece of the apple with his teeth, near the spot his friend was eating from.
“This way is sweeter,” he grinned.
Yukito shook his head, and took a bite. Then he held the apple for Touya to bite. He was right, he thought. It was tastier that way.
Hatori glanced at the snowflakes dancing outside through the window. His thoughts were interrupted by Mayuko, who brought him a cup of coffee.
They didn’t say anything during some seconds. He sipped the hot beverage.
“Mayuko… what happens when the snow melts?”
“Spring is here,” she sighed with exasperation. “Kana asked me that during our freshman year at college, you know.”
“I’m not demanding the right answer,” he told her. “Imagine there’s no right or wrong answer. What would you say? Be honest.”
“Streets get wet and slippery, and that’s annoying!”
They chuckled for a minute. Then she got closer to his face and glared.
“What about you, Mr. Existencialist?”
“It doesn’t matter about winter and spring that much anymore. I live in summertime now.”
Before she could raise an eyebrow, he kissed her.
Cow skin
When he was little, Haru used to see the world in two colors. It was either black or white. Nothing in between. He could never behave in a gray palette. Just two states on the mood ring of his soul.
Then he made some discoveries. The rat was kind and insecure. The cat was extremely human beneath his supposed monstrosity. The rabbit was hiding his sadness behind a smile. And the horse… never mind her toughness, since her heart was beautiful.
In the end, nobody’s entirely black or white. Like the skin of the cows, we had spots of the opposite color; some bigger than others.
Hatsuharu had yet to figure out if he was a white cow with black spots, or a black cow with white spots. He hoped he was the former.
Friends call you stupid
They sipped their leather boot soup, while glancing at the sea of blood. They were trapped, and barely surviving.
“Ed, you know…”
“What? Stop complaining about the flavor!”
“No, it’s not that… you are lucky.”
“How come? I’m stuck with you inside a homunculus.”
“Yes, but you have Alphonse. You have a brother to be concerned about, while he cares about your welfare.”
“Yeah, and that’s why I have to get out of here. He has to be scared!”
“And Miss Winry. She went from Rush Valley to Central just to help you out.”
“I know…” Ed blushed. “If something happens to me, she’ll be devastated. And if I make it out of here with the automail broken…” He shuddered.
“Sucks to be you.” Ling smiled. “But still, Ed, you have friends and a family. You had a loving mother. You may have issues with your father, but at least you got to know him. I, on the other hand, have forty-two siblings, and they all would love to see me dead. My mother only sees me as a consequence of the great favors the Emperor gave her and a tool for our clan to be on the top. I’ve never met my father. I never had childhood friends since everyone around my age in my clan is intimidated by my position.”
“But what about Lan Fan?”
“Oh, she’s definitely someone close and she’d be the nearest thing to a friend I’ve had, but… I’ve never known if she truly cares about me because she’s fond of my person, or because she’s following her orders to protect me.”
“You’re a dumb prince!” To Ling surprise, Ed was annoyed by his words. “Of course she cares about you, regardless of the clan!”
They glared for some seconds.
“You’re the only person who has called the prince of the Yao clan ‘dumb’, you know.”
“Well, get used to it! That’s what friends do: call each other stupid when they act like one.”
Ling blinked, and then laughed.
He wasn’t alone.
Real ninja men wear pink, apparently
“I’m not wearing this!” A voice roared through the halls of the Shirasaki castle. Two young women hastened their pace towards it. Finally, they halted in front of a big wooden door with moons carved on it.
“There he is, Princess.”
“Thank you, Souma. I shall handle him.”
The girl entered the chamber, in which three ninjas were holding a young man’s arms on, so he wouldn’t destroy the furniture. She sighed while glancing at the clothes over the floor. When her head tilted, her hair garments making a metallic sound, a fourth ninja picked it up.
“Oh, Kurogane. What are we going to do with you?”
“Why should I wear that stupid thing!?”
“Because tonight it is the Hoshimi ceremony, and I designed those gala uniforms for my escorts. Aren’t they gorgeous?” The princess’ eyes sparkled.
“They have pink ribbons, Tomoyo! It’s not manly!”
“You will look adorable!”
“I’ll look ridiculous! Listen to me, at least!”
“The other male ninjas never complained.”
“The other ninjas are idiots!”
“Please, Kurogane. Your mother would’ve loved to see you with the Shirasaki gala uniform during her favorite holiday. Her spirit is watching you in Paradise… So proud of her son…” Two tears shined on her eyes.
“…That’s such a low trick,” he growled.
“I shall see you tonight. Ohohohoho.”
“She’s such a demon,” he murmured when she left the room, and then he proceeded to undress.
Sweeter this way
“What are those?” The young priest asked his friend, while pointing at a huge basket filled with white, rounded food.
“Apples. Honestly, Yuki.”
“No, I mean, what’s a basket of apples doing in the middle of your bedroom, on the floor?”
“Ah,” the prince shrugged. “Well, it seems Sakura went yesterday to the marketplace with the foreign archaeologist and that brat he has for a son---”
“Touya! Don’t insult your sister’s best friend,” Yukito laughed. “You have such a complex with her.”
“Whatever. So, they went to the marketplace, and they bought some fruits. It seems she mentioned Mr. Fujitaka that her favorite food is apples, and a merchant overheard it. Next thing we know, the palace is filled with boxes of them.”
“People sure love their little princess.”
“Maybe too much. Father doesn’t want her to eat them all, since she’s capable of trying, and her stomach would hurt afterwards. So he divided them in baskets and shared them with all the servants. He took one, though. I got my share, too.”
“That’s generous from the King.”
“Do you want a basket, Yuki?”
“Oh no. Then some maid would get less fruits than the rest.”
“Who says you’d take them from a maid?” Touya’s left eyebrow raised.
“Definitely no, then. I’m not taking your apples.” Yukito shook his head.
“Don’t be stupid. Everything I own is yours, if you just ask.”
“That’s… uh, too strong for a phrase.”
“Well, as long as it’s not the kingdom, it can be arranged,” he chuckled.
“I don’t want the kingdom,” he assured him with a smile.
“And I don’t want all apples. So take half of it!”
“Fine, fine… You’re too stubborn, you know that?”
Yukito put a handful of apples aside. He kept the last one he took, and gave it a bite.
“Good!” He bit it again.
“Can I?”
“Woiiia…“ Yukito swallowed. “Touya, you have your own apples to eat!”
Instead of answering, the heir to the throne took Yukito’s hand, directed it to his mouth, and ripped a piece of the apple with his teeth, near the spot his friend was eating from.
“This way is sweeter,” he grinned.
Yukito shook his head, and took a bite. Then he held the apple for Touya to bite. He was right, he thought. It was tastier that way.