The sixth day of Christmas
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tallulahgsI'm so tired. And not very good at fluffy romance. Oh well. I bring you six romantic gestures of various sorts for the sixth day of Christmas!
[Title] Sacrifice
[Rating] PG-13 for cursing and character death (yes, I suck at romance)
[Fandom] Akira movie
[Notes/Summary] This is only romantic per se if you take it to imply Kai/Yama/Kaneda threesome. But in other fics to be posted later, I did. So... yeah.
Ten minutes to go.
"They're gaining..." Kaneda's not smiling for once, and Kai can hear his breathing shaking with pain.
"So we'll kick their asses!" Yamagata's glowering, but Kai can see his hands shaking. "I ain't scared of a few punk Clowns -"
On the motorway above them there's the roar of bikes. Yamagata glances up, swallows.
"I ain't scared when I can actually ride." Kaneda sticks out his left arm, and he, Yamagata and Kai stare gloomily at the way it's twisted. "And I ain't scared when we've all got bikes -"
"We still got your bike. And Kai's still got his -"
"Yeah, but that's still fewer bikes than I want."
"Well, what the hell else can we do?" Yamagata yells. "The rest of the gang are waiting down on Highway Seven, they won't notice we're missing for ages. And I ain't gonna hide under here all night."
"I know, I know, I just..." Kaneda swallows, rubs a hand over his eyes. "I'm just trying to think..."
Kai shifts from foot to foot, hearing stones crunch under his shoes. Kaneda always manages to think up plans. But that arm must hurt like a bitch. And Yamagata doesn't look like he's come up with any strokes of genius. Think, Kaisuke, think... He glances around at the black squares of shadow, the graffiti-scribbled concrete, his and Kaneda's bikes huddled into the darkness. Then he looks back at Kaneda, who's clutching his arm again, the lights from the bikes above glowing on his skin, and Yamagata, breathing hard, face smeared with dirt.
"I got an idea."
Both of them turn to look at him.
"The - the Clowns'll be looking out for your bike, Kaneda. They'll be after you first, you're the fastest. I - I could take your bike, lead 'em away, and then Yamagata could take mine and you and him could try and make it home, or to the hospital, or Highway Seven, or whatever. I'd try and meet up with the gang and tell 'em what happened and... yeah." His voice sounds too loud, too young.
"Reckon you could handle it?" Kaneda asks at last. "The bike, I mean."
"Well, you can't, not at the moment."
"Yeah. Okay. Okay, so if you just floor it... don't stop for anything... should be okay. Highway Seven's not far -"
"Yeah it is," Yamagata says. "It's almost the opposite side of the city -"
"You got any better ideas?"
Yamagata shrugs.
"Okay," Kaneda says. "Let's get on with it." Yelping as it jars his arm, he pulls off his jacket, hands it to Kai. "Let's make it convincing, huh?"
Kai takes off his own jacket and puts on Kaneda's, which covers half his hands. Yamagata snorts as he rolls up the sleeves.
"See you guys later," he says, walking over to Kaneda's bike.
They both watch him as he clambers onto it. His palms are damp, but the adrenaline's humming through him. Of course he can pull this off. Why not?
How many Clowns up there again? Too many...
He swallows. I'm a good rider. At least that's something he knows is true. And 'sides, all he's got is the gang and biking. No, all he's got is Kaneda and Yamagata and biking. And Kaneda's hurt and Yamagata's in a mood to do something really stupid. Like he ever isn't.
Yamagata climbs onto the other bike, and Kaneda, looking even paler, scrambles on behind him.
Kai starts his own engine. The headlights lash out, ripping into the shadows, and as he charges forward, out from under the bridge, he hears the Clowns yelling above him, and the roar of bikes giving chase. He doesn't look back at Kaneda and Yamagata - what if the Clowns see his face in their lights and realise it's not Kaneda? Will it matter? Kai figures it's stupid to try and find out.
Six minutes to go.
Man, Kaneda's bike is fast. Fast and smooth, the speedometer rolling out the numbers below his eyes. Kai grips the handlebars, keeps his head down as the world rushes past him. There's not much traffic. Just him and the Clowns. Their engines are so loud he can't hear anything else.
What if they catch up with him?
Let's not worry about that. Important thing's to let the other two make a getaway. Kaneda's jacket is warm on his neck, smells of its owner's skin and sweat, and of oil.
The bike's really big, and really fast. Kai is reminded of the first time he rode a bicycle - again, not one belonging to him - and had been speeding along and suddenly hit a hill. He'd nearly killed himself flying into the path of oncoming traffic, but even before he'd seen the cars rushing past at the bottom, he'd known this wasn't gonna end well. Too fast. He likes speeding, but you can tell when you're out of control.
Kaneda and Yama gonna get away, that's the point, that's what's important -
One minute to go.
They're gaining. He can hear 'em yelling now, though not what they're saying. A fleck of grit stings his cheek. Couldn't stop even I wanted to. Will they catch up? Surely not, this is Kaneda's bike, for fuck's sake. So if he can just keep this speed up he can outrun 'em, go off at the next junction and down into the fifteenth district, from there's it's only a quarter of an hour to Highway Seven and then he'll -
The car looms up out of nowhere.
Three seconds to go.
It happens so quickly that he can't even panic. He sees his own gloved hands gripping the handlebars, and the nose of the bike inches from the car's left headlight, and hears someone's brakes screech - he's not sure whose - and then -
Kaneda's gonna be really -
Impact.
***
The car screeches to a halt, but as the driver sees the Clowns heading towards him, he guns the engine, reverses and heads off down the way he came, squinting through the massive crack in his windscreen.
Kaneda's bike lies, dented and scratched, on the hard shoulder.
The Clowns stop as they see their quarry sprawled across the road. Blood is oozing across Kai's forehead and his face is covered in scratches from the surface of the road. He doesn't blink as the headlights play across his face, so the Clowns ride away, high-fiving, leaving him lying on the road, and the light fades away and the motorway is dark.
[Title] Smoke Break
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Battle Royale manga
[Notes/Summary] Shogo/Takako drabble. Two loners together.
"Cigarette?"
"I don't smoke," Takako says, turning her head away.
Shogo Kawada shrugs, and lights up himself. They perch on the wall, listening to the shrieks and cheers coming from inside the gym.
"I thought you were into sports," Shogo says at last.
"I needed some fresh air."
Shogo glances at his cigarette and smiles, a thin smile.
"You're not into sports, are you?" Takako says at last, still not looking at him. "Sugi says he's never seen you in gym class."
"And this is his business why?"
"Sugi doesn't nose into other people's business," Takako says, each word cold and carefully formed as a snowflake. "I asked him."
"Oh, you did, did you?"
She nods. "I was curious about you."
Shogo frowns. "The other guys say you're never curious about anyone."
"I bet they do."
"You don't wanna be curious about me," Shogo says. "Sugi's much more... appropriate, right?"
Takako presses her lips together and doesn't reply.
Shogo glances at her again.
"On the other hand," he says, "if you just want someone to hide from pep rallies with, then... well, you ain't gonna see me cheering any time soon."
He drops his half-smoked cigarette onto the ground and crushes it out. Takako looks round, smiles, and slides a little closer to him.
[Title] Girl Talk
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Jet Grind Radio
[Notes/Summary] The other girls quiz Cube about her relationship with Slate.
"Wow, Mew, you're really going all out to make this a traditional slumber party," Gum said as Mew hurried back into the bedroom with a bowl of popcorn. "Guess we'll all have to braid Piranha's hair next."
"I thought it'd be fun," Mew said, sticking her tongue out at Gum. "I've got nail varnish too, lots of it."
"Oh, for the love of -"
"Okay, time for girl talk!" Piranha cut in, leaning over and taking a handful of popcorn. "Don't give me that face, Gum."
"I wasn't," Gum said through a mouthful of popcorn. "I was just gonna say, whatsa point of girl talk? Only one of us who's attached's Cube."
The other three girls turned to look at Cube, who was lounging on one of the mattresses and drawing a cobweb on the back of her hand with a battered eyebrow pencil.
"Can't you guys all talk about who you have crushes on?" she said, raising her eyebrows. "I thought that's the done thing at this point, y'know."
"Yeah, but Cube..." Mew had started painting her fingernails blue, squinting as she concentrated. "I don't know about Gum'n Piranha, but I'm totally curious about Slate. I mean, I don't know anything about him."
"You do," Cube said. "He's from Kogane-cho, he can kick ass in a fight, and he's a total music geek."
"He is?" Gum said.
"Yuh-huh. He makes Coin look like a teeny-bopper, he knows so much."
"See what I mean?" Mew said. "I didn't even know that."
Cube shrugged. "Well... it's his deal what he tells us."
"Aww, come on. Hasn't he done anything cute and romantic lately?"
"Cute?" Cube said, eyes narrowing.
"Yeah, you know," Gum said, grinning. "Helped you pierce your tongue. Made a voodoo doll of someone you hate. Taken you on a date to a graveyard. Whatever you goth girls like - hey!" She dodged as Cube threw a pillow at her.
"Pillow fight!" Mew squealed, putting down her nail varnish.
Three pillow fights, five bottles of spilt nail polish and seven bowls of popcorn later, when the other three girls had finally dozed off, Cube's thoughts returned to the question.
Romantic?
She didn't do romantic. And Slate didn't either. That was why she liked him. No bullshit. He didn't try and impress people. And he didn't talk too much. That she really liked. It isn't every guy who'll hold you when you cry over your dead ex and not try and touch you up and not talk, not get you to talk. Just hold you, and afterwards not say anything about it ever again.
But he also forked out the cash for her to get another tattoo. That's pretty romantic too. She grins.
[Title] Day Trip
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira movie
[Notes/Summary] Tetsuo helps Kaori get out of the city.
There were good memories too, of course. Kaori had always wished that Neo-Tokyo had more parks, or - or woodlands, or green spaces. She had never lived anywhere else, but from early childhood onwards her drawings were filled with blazing green trees and wild, scribbled grass and flowers of every colour she had. She didn't remember mentioning this to Tetsuo at all, but perhaps he'd seen the drawings, because for their one-month anniversary - at least, he'd said it was - he'd turned up with his bike, a packet of hastily-made sandwiches, and a map of the surrounding area. They'd sat together on the bike, Tetsuo struggling to stop the map blowing away, and looked for a small patch of green among all the lines. Eventually they'd found one - far away, but there - and he'd driven her to it, and sat with her munching his sandwich while she stared round at the warm grass and the trees at the edges. He'd only complained he was bored once, and he hadn't minded about the gas used up driving there and back. So that was a good memory.
[Title] There's No Accounting For Taste
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Jet Grind Radio
[Notes/Summary] Gum and Mew search for a video to watch. Gum/Mew.
"Okay... what're we gonna watch?" Mew scampered along the aisle of the video store. "Come on, Gum - Gum, where are you?"
"Here." Gum waved a hand from the next aisle. "I reckon - oh, man, they've got Saw 3! I've been wanting to see that for ages!"
"No. No way." Mew stretched up to glare at Gum over the racks of tapes. "Those movies are gross."
Gum clutched the box to her chest. "But I need to see it. I can't not see the last one. And I heard all the traps are unbeatable this time, and there's this one where they get this hook and -"
Mew clapped her hands to her ears and ducked away to study the chick flick movies in front of her eyes. "Ooh! Dirty Dancing! Gum-chan..."
"No."
"You haven't even seen it," Mew said. "You just don't like it because those mean girls in high school did."
"So I'm prejudiced. So sue me."
Mew snatched the cassette off the shelf and hurried round to where Gum was standing. "Come on."
Gum held up her tape. "No."
"Gum."
"Mew."
"If you really loved me," Mew said dramatically, "you'd be willing to experiment with new things."
"If you really loved me," Gum said, eyes narrowing, "you'd trust me enough to go through the trauma of watching this with me."
Their eyes met. Mew's lip trembled.
"Don't look at me like that," Gum said, staring at her feet.
Mew continued to look.
"It's rom-com. You know how I feel about that."
Mew widened her eyes.
"Not to mention I don't fall for puppy dog eyes."
Mew put a shaking hand on Gum's shoulder.
"Gum-chan?" she said in a small voice.
"Oh, fine!" Gum whirled round and slammed her tape back onto the shelf. "Damn, now I know it must be love."
Mew laughed, took Gum's hand and dragged her over to the counter before she could change her mind.
[Title] Flee
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Battle Royale movie
[Notes/Summary] Niida tries to do something nice for Takako.
"I don't believe this."
"What?" Hiroki walked over to where Takako was standing, eyes narrowed, with a look that stopped most people at ten paces.
"Look." Takako indicated her desk with a sharp flick of her hand. Hiroki glanced down and saw a pair of running shoes sitting on it.
"Your shoes?"
"Look at the cleats," Takako said, grabbing one of the shoes and upturning it. "Remember how I said that mine were worn out? This morning."
Hiroki nods. "But - those are new. What -"
"Niida," Takako snaps. "He was boasting about how his uncle gave him some super-cool new cleats for football. He's gone and given them to me."
"Uh... what are you going to do with them?"
Takako snatches up the shoes, marches over to Niida's desk and, wrenching off the cleats, slams them down onto it.
"There," she says coolly. "Now I'm going to go and put my shoes away, somewhere where he can't get his hands on them."
With a swish of shiny black hair, she's gone.
Hiroki glances round and sees Niida hovering outside the doorway, nervously running his hands through his thick hair. Their eyes meet, and Niida scowls, blushing. Then Takako pushes past him, and they're both gone.
[Title] Sacrifice
[Rating] PG-13 for cursing and character death (yes, I suck at romance)
[Fandom] Akira movie
[Notes/Summary] This is only romantic per se if you take it to imply Kai/Yama/Kaneda threesome. But in other fics to be posted later, I did. So... yeah.
Ten minutes to go.
"They're gaining..." Kaneda's not smiling for once, and Kai can hear his breathing shaking with pain.
"So we'll kick their asses!" Yamagata's glowering, but Kai can see his hands shaking. "I ain't scared of a few punk Clowns -"
On the motorway above them there's the roar of bikes. Yamagata glances up, swallows.
"I ain't scared when I can actually ride." Kaneda sticks out his left arm, and he, Yamagata and Kai stare gloomily at the way it's twisted. "And I ain't scared when we've all got bikes -"
"We still got your bike. And Kai's still got his -"
"Yeah, but that's still fewer bikes than I want."
"Well, what the hell else can we do?" Yamagata yells. "The rest of the gang are waiting down on Highway Seven, they won't notice we're missing for ages. And I ain't gonna hide under here all night."
"I know, I know, I just..." Kaneda swallows, rubs a hand over his eyes. "I'm just trying to think..."
Kai shifts from foot to foot, hearing stones crunch under his shoes. Kaneda always manages to think up plans. But that arm must hurt like a bitch. And Yamagata doesn't look like he's come up with any strokes of genius. Think, Kaisuke, think... He glances around at the black squares of shadow, the graffiti-scribbled concrete, his and Kaneda's bikes huddled into the darkness. Then he looks back at Kaneda, who's clutching his arm again, the lights from the bikes above glowing on his skin, and Yamagata, breathing hard, face smeared with dirt.
"I got an idea."
Both of them turn to look at him.
"The - the Clowns'll be looking out for your bike, Kaneda. They'll be after you first, you're the fastest. I - I could take your bike, lead 'em away, and then Yamagata could take mine and you and him could try and make it home, or to the hospital, or Highway Seven, or whatever. I'd try and meet up with the gang and tell 'em what happened and... yeah." His voice sounds too loud, too young.
"Reckon you could handle it?" Kaneda asks at last. "The bike, I mean."
"Well, you can't, not at the moment."
"Yeah. Okay. Okay, so if you just floor it... don't stop for anything... should be okay. Highway Seven's not far -"
"Yeah it is," Yamagata says. "It's almost the opposite side of the city -"
"You got any better ideas?"
Yamagata shrugs.
"Okay," Kaneda says. "Let's get on with it." Yelping as it jars his arm, he pulls off his jacket, hands it to Kai. "Let's make it convincing, huh?"
Kai takes off his own jacket and puts on Kaneda's, which covers half his hands. Yamagata snorts as he rolls up the sleeves.
"See you guys later," he says, walking over to Kaneda's bike.
They both watch him as he clambers onto it. His palms are damp, but the adrenaline's humming through him. Of course he can pull this off. Why not?
How many Clowns up there again? Too many...
He swallows. I'm a good rider. At least that's something he knows is true. And 'sides, all he's got is the gang and biking. No, all he's got is Kaneda and Yamagata and biking. And Kaneda's hurt and Yamagata's in a mood to do something really stupid. Like he ever isn't.
Yamagata climbs onto the other bike, and Kaneda, looking even paler, scrambles on behind him.
Kai starts his own engine. The headlights lash out, ripping into the shadows, and as he charges forward, out from under the bridge, he hears the Clowns yelling above him, and the roar of bikes giving chase. He doesn't look back at Kaneda and Yamagata - what if the Clowns see his face in their lights and realise it's not Kaneda? Will it matter? Kai figures it's stupid to try and find out.
Six minutes to go.
Man, Kaneda's bike is fast. Fast and smooth, the speedometer rolling out the numbers below his eyes. Kai grips the handlebars, keeps his head down as the world rushes past him. There's not much traffic. Just him and the Clowns. Their engines are so loud he can't hear anything else.
What if they catch up with him?
Let's not worry about that. Important thing's to let the other two make a getaway. Kaneda's jacket is warm on his neck, smells of its owner's skin and sweat, and of oil.
The bike's really big, and really fast. Kai is reminded of the first time he rode a bicycle - again, not one belonging to him - and had been speeding along and suddenly hit a hill. He'd nearly killed himself flying into the path of oncoming traffic, but even before he'd seen the cars rushing past at the bottom, he'd known this wasn't gonna end well. Too fast. He likes speeding, but you can tell when you're out of control.
Kaneda and Yama gonna get away, that's the point, that's what's important -
One minute to go.
They're gaining. He can hear 'em yelling now, though not what they're saying. A fleck of grit stings his cheek. Couldn't stop even I wanted to. Will they catch up? Surely not, this is Kaneda's bike, for fuck's sake. So if he can just keep this speed up he can outrun 'em, go off at the next junction and down into the fifteenth district, from there's it's only a quarter of an hour to Highway Seven and then he'll -
The car looms up out of nowhere.
Three seconds to go.
It happens so quickly that he can't even panic. He sees his own gloved hands gripping the handlebars, and the nose of the bike inches from the car's left headlight, and hears someone's brakes screech - he's not sure whose - and then -
Kaneda's gonna be really -
Impact.
***
The car screeches to a halt, but as the driver sees the Clowns heading towards him, he guns the engine, reverses and heads off down the way he came, squinting through the massive crack in his windscreen.
Kaneda's bike lies, dented and scratched, on the hard shoulder.
The Clowns stop as they see their quarry sprawled across the road. Blood is oozing across Kai's forehead and his face is covered in scratches from the surface of the road. He doesn't blink as the headlights play across his face, so the Clowns ride away, high-fiving, leaving him lying on the road, and the light fades away and the motorway is dark.
[Title] Smoke Break
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Battle Royale manga
[Notes/Summary] Shogo/Takako drabble. Two loners together.
"Cigarette?"
"I don't smoke," Takako says, turning her head away.
Shogo Kawada shrugs, and lights up himself. They perch on the wall, listening to the shrieks and cheers coming from inside the gym.
"I thought you were into sports," Shogo says at last.
"I needed some fresh air."
Shogo glances at his cigarette and smiles, a thin smile.
"You're not into sports, are you?" Takako says at last, still not looking at him. "Sugi says he's never seen you in gym class."
"And this is his business why?"
"Sugi doesn't nose into other people's business," Takako says, each word cold and carefully formed as a snowflake. "I asked him."
"Oh, you did, did you?"
She nods. "I was curious about you."
Shogo frowns. "The other guys say you're never curious about anyone."
"I bet they do."
"You don't wanna be curious about me," Shogo says. "Sugi's much more... appropriate, right?"
Takako presses her lips together and doesn't reply.
Shogo glances at her again.
"On the other hand," he says, "if you just want someone to hide from pep rallies with, then... well, you ain't gonna see me cheering any time soon."
He drops his half-smoked cigarette onto the ground and crushes it out. Takako looks round, smiles, and slides a little closer to him.
[Title] Girl Talk
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Jet Grind Radio
[Notes/Summary] The other girls quiz Cube about her relationship with Slate.
"Wow, Mew, you're really going all out to make this a traditional slumber party," Gum said as Mew hurried back into the bedroom with a bowl of popcorn. "Guess we'll all have to braid Piranha's hair next."
"I thought it'd be fun," Mew said, sticking her tongue out at Gum. "I've got nail varnish too, lots of it."
"Oh, for the love of -"
"Okay, time for girl talk!" Piranha cut in, leaning over and taking a handful of popcorn. "Don't give me that face, Gum."
"I wasn't," Gum said through a mouthful of popcorn. "I was just gonna say, whatsa point of girl talk? Only one of us who's attached's Cube."
The other three girls turned to look at Cube, who was lounging on one of the mattresses and drawing a cobweb on the back of her hand with a battered eyebrow pencil.
"Can't you guys all talk about who you have crushes on?" she said, raising her eyebrows. "I thought that's the done thing at this point, y'know."
"Yeah, but Cube..." Mew had started painting her fingernails blue, squinting as she concentrated. "I don't know about Gum'n Piranha, but I'm totally curious about Slate. I mean, I don't know anything about him."
"You do," Cube said. "He's from Kogane-cho, he can kick ass in a fight, and he's a total music geek."
"He is?" Gum said.
"Yuh-huh. He makes Coin look like a teeny-bopper, he knows so much."
"See what I mean?" Mew said. "I didn't even know that."
Cube shrugged. "Well... it's his deal what he tells us."
"Aww, come on. Hasn't he done anything cute and romantic lately?"
"Cute?" Cube said, eyes narrowing.
"Yeah, you know," Gum said, grinning. "Helped you pierce your tongue. Made a voodoo doll of someone you hate. Taken you on a date to a graveyard. Whatever you goth girls like - hey!" She dodged as Cube threw a pillow at her.
"Pillow fight!" Mew squealed, putting down her nail varnish.
Three pillow fights, five bottles of spilt nail polish and seven bowls of popcorn later, when the other three girls had finally dozed off, Cube's thoughts returned to the question.
Romantic?
She didn't do romantic. And Slate didn't either. That was why she liked him. No bullshit. He didn't try and impress people. And he didn't talk too much. That she really liked. It isn't every guy who'll hold you when you cry over your dead ex and not try and touch you up and not talk, not get you to talk. Just hold you, and afterwards not say anything about it ever again.
But he also forked out the cash for her to get another tattoo. That's pretty romantic too. She grins.
[Title] Day Trip
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira movie
[Notes/Summary] Tetsuo helps Kaori get out of the city.
There were good memories too, of course. Kaori had always wished that Neo-Tokyo had more parks, or - or woodlands, or green spaces. She had never lived anywhere else, but from early childhood onwards her drawings were filled with blazing green trees and wild, scribbled grass and flowers of every colour she had. She didn't remember mentioning this to Tetsuo at all, but perhaps he'd seen the drawings, because for their one-month anniversary - at least, he'd said it was - he'd turned up with his bike, a packet of hastily-made sandwiches, and a map of the surrounding area. They'd sat together on the bike, Tetsuo struggling to stop the map blowing away, and looked for a small patch of green among all the lines. Eventually they'd found one - far away, but there - and he'd driven her to it, and sat with her munching his sandwich while she stared round at the warm grass and the trees at the edges. He'd only complained he was bored once, and he hadn't minded about the gas used up driving there and back. So that was a good memory.
[Title] There's No Accounting For Taste
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Jet Grind Radio
[Notes/Summary] Gum and Mew search for a video to watch. Gum/Mew.
"Okay... what're we gonna watch?" Mew scampered along the aisle of the video store. "Come on, Gum - Gum, where are you?"
"Here." Gum waved a hand from the next aisle. "I reckon - oh, man, they've got Saw 3! I've been wanting to see that for ages!"
"No. No way." Mew stretched up to glare at Gum over the racks of tapes. "Those movies are gross."
Gum clutched the box to her chest. "But I need to see it. I can't not see the last one. And I heard all the traps are unbeatable this time, and there's this one where they get this hook and -"
Mew clapped her hands to her ears and ducked away to study the chick flick movies in front of her eyes. "Ooh! Dirty Dancing! Gum-chan..."
"No."
"You haven't even seen it," Mew said. "You just don't like it because those mean girls in high school did."
"So I'm prejudiced. So sue me."
Mew snatched the cassette off the shelf and hurried round to where Gum was standing. "Come on."
Gum held up her tape. "No."
"Gum."
"Mew."
"If you really loved me," Mew said dramatically, "you'd be willing to experiment with new things."
"If you really loved me," Gum said, eyes narrowing, "you'd trust me enough to go through the trauma of watching this with me."
Their eyes met. Mew's lip trembled.
"Don't look at me like that," Gum said, staring at her feet.
Mew continued to look.
"It's rom-com. You know how I feel about that."
Mew widened her eyes.
"Not to mention I don't fall for puppy dog eyes."
Mew put a shaking hand on Gum's shoulder.
"Gum-chan?" she said in a small voice.
"Oh, fine!" Gum whirled round and slammed her tape back onto the shelf. "Damn, now I know it must be love."
Mew laughed, took Gum's hand and dragged her over to the counter before she could change her mind.
[Title] Flee
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Battle Royale movie
[Notes/Summary] Niida tries to do something nice for Takako.
"I don't believe this."
"What?" Hiroki walked over to where Takako was standing, eyes narrowed, with a look that stopped most people at ten paces.
"Look." Takako indicated her desk with a sharp flick of her hand. Hiroki glanced down and saw a pair of running shoes sitting on it.
"Your shoes?"
"Look at the cleats," Takako said, grabbing one of the shoes and upturning it. "Remember how I said that mine were worn out? This morning."
Hiroki nods. "But - those are new. What -"
"Niida," Takako snaps. "He was boasting about how his uncle gave him some super-cool new cleats for football. He's gone and given them to me."
"Uh... what are you going to do with them?"
Takako snatches up the shoes, marches over to Niida's desk and, wrenching off the cleats, slams them down onto it.
"There," she says coolly. "Now I'm going to go and put my shoes away, somewhere where he can't get his hands on them."
With a swish of shiny black hair, she's gone.
Hiroki glances round and sees Niida hovering outside the doorway, nervously running his hands through his thick hair. Their eyes meet, and Niida scowls, blushing. Then Takako pushes past him, and they're both gone.
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Date: 2006-12-31 07:20 pm (UTC)<3
Thank you so much.
^^
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Date: 2007-01-01 06:28 pm (UTC)Watch this space for various other fics relating to it ;)
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Date: 2006-12-31 08:01 pm (UTC)Loved the second and the last one. I think for a moment, I actually wanted to give Niida a hug o.0.
Then I remembered that he's a wannabe rapist and things went back to normal.I want to do this, but I'm too far behind now, I think.
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Date: 2007-01-01 06:26 pm (UTC)You've done some, though, haven't you? I've only just taken this in... if you let
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Date: 2007-01-01 07:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-01 06:28 pm (UTC)