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On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
four going steady
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12dayschristmas.
[Title] Future Perfect
[Fandom] Battle Royale (manga)
[Rating] G
[Word Count] 370
[Pairing] Shuuya Nanahara/Yoshitoki Kuninobu (friendship)
[Notes/Summary] Shuuya and Yoshitoki talk about college.
"Man, you wouldn't think a talk on college would be so boring." Shuuya slumped back on the steps of the school, but a moment later he was sitting up again, picking out a chord or two on his guitar. "I thought I was gonna fall asleep in there."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't expect a government-appointed careers advisor to talk about any of the interesting bits of college." Yoshitoki stared out at the wide golden sky. "Drinking and partying and, y'know, girls... they're supposed to be stuff we learn about for ourselves."
"I guess." Shuuya sent another chord echoing across the playground. "Still... by the time we have to start worrying about grades to get into anywhere, I'll hopefully be a rock god."
Yoshitoki snorted. "You mean a convicted felon. C'mon, Shu, you know you've got to get Career sooner or later."
"You're just worried I won't take you with me," Shuuya said, grinning. "Don't worry, Yoshi my man. You can come with me as my... roadie or something."
"Gee, thanks."
"My roadie... my manager... the guy who goes to hotels and says Mr 'Wild Seven' Nanahara would like the entire suite painted lime green and for you to provide a troupe of geisha girls, a bottle of bourbon and an inflatable beach ball. That guy."
"A beach ball?"
"I figure you've gotta do something while you're waiting around before shows, and you, me and the geisha could get a game of impromptu volleyball going."
Yoshitoki grins, but only for a moment. "Seriously, Shu... you thought about which college you're going to?"
"No, not yet. Why? Have you?"
Yoshitoki shrugs.
"Hey, don't worry about it," Shuuya says. "You're not gonna get rid of me that easily. If we finish up at opposite ends of the country, we can meet in the middle. I'll hold underground concerts on campus and invite you. I'll prank call you at two a.m. so you don't forget I exist. Sounds good?"
"As always." Yoshitoki smiles again as Shuuya starts picking out the notes of Smoke on the Water.
[Title] Roof Over Our Heads
[Fandom] Akira
[Rating] PG (to be safe) for one small reference to sex
[Word Count] 356
[Pairing] Kaneda/Kei
[Notes/Summary] Kaneda muses on ceilings.
Kaneda is lying on his back in a nest of blankets and considering the significance of ceilings. The ones in the children's homes always had line after line of squares, and were dirty enough to be beige or grey like gathering storm clouds. The Eighth District Vocational Training School ceilings were nicotine-coloured and speckled with stranded paper aeroplanes, odd-coloured stains, and lumps of dried tissue.
Then there'd been the cataclysm, and for weeks afterwards there hadn't been any ceilings but the sky, way blacker now than it used to be and so thick that you could almost kid yourself it was only a few feet above you. Then they'd upgraded to tarpaulins and canvas and even old sheets, stretched tight over gaps in concrete, brushed by dead, trailing wires.
Now he's looking at a nailed-down row of planks that mean he can't stand up properly in this, their current bedroom, but also means the place stays a bit warmer. And who needs to stand up in a bedroom anyway?
Kei is curled up next to him - things aren't yet good enough that you can choose not to huddle together for warmth. Not that he's complaining. He feels her laugh, say, "You seem fascinated by those planks. Happy memories?"
"Hey, I was a vocational student once. Takin' pride in my manual achievements, right?" It's a cold night. He reaches for her hand. There's a whole bunch of methods for warming up fingers, all of varying degrees of satisfaction. He's still working on a method for toes. Resting his foot against Kei's leg is as much as he's got so far, but it makes her squirm away if he does it too much.
"It was a nice day, that," she says, thoughtfully, and he grins at her, remembering the sound of hammer blows and her bringing him hot chocolate - one of their most prized possessions at the time - in a chipped mug, and how they'd snuggled down together that night and no rain had come in,
"Yeah," he agrees. "It was."
[Title] Cup of Coffee
[Fandom] Death Note
[Rating] PG (to be safe)
[Word Count] 258
[Pairing] Raito Yagami/Misa Amane
[Notes/Summary] Misa considers her morning routine.
Her darling Raito always has to get up before her, so she's become accustomed to waking half an hour or so before she has to so that she can snuggle close to him, rest her head on his shoulder and watch him sleep. She has to time it right, because if he wakes up and finds her doing that he'll push her off - one quick, controlled movement - and then she starts the day feeling blue, and where's the fun in that?
When he wakes up she'll sit up too and watch him climb out of bed. He looks oddly young at this time of morning; his hair ruffled, his face unfocused - the normal sharp intelligence blurred from just waking up.
While he takes a shower she will go to the kitchen and make the coffee for them both and sit, hands cupped round her own mug. She will imagine how he must look at the moment, and smile.
Sometimes he will eat breakfast with her - generally she doesn't like to eat too much, because she can't afford sticky-out-stomach syndrome if she's on a shoot, but she'll happily eat as much as she needs to in order to stay at the table with him for the longest possible time. It makes up for the days when he says he has to go now, there is no time for breakfast, and then he'll leave her sitting at the table, the coffee cup growing cold under her palms.
[Title] Stand By You
[Fandom] Malory Towers
[Rating] G
[Word Count] 216
[Pairing] Darrell Rivers/Sally Hope (friendship)
[Notes/Summary] Sally arrives at the university of St. Andrews.
The little room is cold and Sally stands in the middle of it with her suitcase next to her and wishes that there were signs telling her where to put all her possessions. For the first time since she was six years old her hair is not in plaits, and her clothes are new and she feels as if she is dressing up as someone else.
Outside in the corridor there is laughter and chattering and people getting to know each other and she stands here wrapped in silence. And if she unpacks she'll be covering the room with pieces of herself and people will come and look and - she does not want to be pinched and cold like she was when, years ago, she started Malory Towers, but the temptation to regress is horrible and so easy.
Even easier is the temptation to throw herself down on the bare mattress of the bed next to her and think of her family and cry.
Easy except -
There's a knock on the door, and Darrell sticks her head round it. "You haven't even started unpacking yet! Let me help you." And then she's hurrying inside, and the room isn't cold any more, and the temptations are gone when Sally looks for them.
four going steady
Written for and x-posted to
12dayschristmas.[Title] Future Perfect
[Fandom] Battle Royale (manga)
[Rating] G
[Word Count] 370
[Pairing] Shuuya Nanahara/Yoshitoki Kuninobu (friendship)
[Notes/Summary] Shuuya and Yoshitoki talk about college.
"Man, you wouldn't think a talk on college would be so boring." Shuuya slumped back on the steps of the school, but a moment later he was sitting up again, picking out a chord or two on his guitar. "I thought I was gonna fall asleep in there."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't expect a government-appointed careers advisor to talk about any of the interesting bits of college." Yoshitoki stared out at the wide golden sky. "Drinking and partying and, y'know, girls... they're supposed to be stuff we learn about for ourselves."
"I guess." Shuuya sent another chord echoing across the playground. "Still... by the time we have to start worrying about grades to get into anywhere, I'll hopefully be a rock god."
Yoshitoki snorted. "You mean a convicted felon. C'mon, Shu, you know you've got to get Career sooner or later."
"You're just worried I won't take you with me," Shuuya said, grinning. "Don't worry, Yoshi my man. You can come with me as my... roadie or something."
"Gee, thanks."
"My roadie... my manager... the guy who goes to hotels and says Mr 'Wild Seven' Nanahara would like the entire suite painted lime green and for you to provide a troupe of geisha girls, a bottle of bourbon and an inflatable beach ball. That guy."
"A beach ball?"
"I figure you've gotta do something while you're waiting around before shows, and you, me and the geisha could get a game of impromptu volleyball going."
Yoshitoki grins, but only for a moment. "Seriously, Shu... you thought about which college you're going to?"
"No, not yet. Why? Have you?"
Yoshitoki shrugs.
"Hey, don't worry about it," Shuuya says. "You're not gonna get rid of me that easily. If we finish up at opposite ends of the country, we can meet in the middle. I'll hold underground concerts on campus and invite you. I'll prank call you at two a.m. so you don't forget I exist. Sounds good?"
"As always." Yoshitoki smiles again as Shuuya starts picking out the notes of Smoke on the Water.
[Title] Roof Over Our Heads
[Fandom] Akira
[Rating] PG (to be safe) for one small reference to sex
[Word Count] 356
[Pairing] Kaneda/Kei
[Notes/Summary] Kaneda muses on ceilings.
Kaneda is lying on his back in a nest of blankets and considering the significance of ceilings. The ones in the children's homes always had line after line of squares, and were dirty enough to be beige or grey like gathering storm clouds. The Eighth District Vocational Training School ceilings were nicotine-coloured and speckled with stranded paper aeroplanes, odd-coloured stains, and lumps of dried tissue.
Then there'd been the cataclysm, and for weeks afterwards there hadn't been any ceilings but the sky, way blacker now than it used to be and so thick that you could almost kid yourself it was only a few feet above you. Then they'd upgraded to tarpaulins and canvas and even old sheets, stretched tight over gaps in concrete, brushed by dead, trailing wires.
Now he's looking at a nailed-down row of planks that mean he can't stand up properly in this, their current bedroom, but also means the place stays a bit warmer. And who needs to stand up in a bedroom anyway?
Kei is curled up next to him - things aren't yet good enough that you can choose not to huddle together for warmth. Not that he's complaining. He feels her laugh, say, "You seem fascinated by those planks. Happy memories?"
"Hey, I was a vocational student once. Takin' pride in my manual achievements, right?" It's a cold night. He reaches for her hand. There's a whole bunch of methods for warming up fingers, all of varying degrees of satisfaction. He's still working on a method for toes. Resting his foot against Kei's leg is as much as he's got so far, but it makes her squirm away if he does it too much.
"It was a nice day, that," she says, thoughtfully, and he grins at her, remembering the sound of hammer blows and her bringing him hot chocolate - one of their most prized possessions at the time - in a chipped mug, and how they'd snuggled down together that night and no rain had come in,
"Yeah," he agrees. "It was."
[Title] Cup of Coffee
[Fandom] Death Note
[Rating] PG (to be safe)
[Word Count] 258
[Pairing] Raito Yagami/Misa Amane
[Notes/Summary] Misa considers her morning routine.
Her darling Raito always has to get up before her, so she's become accustomed to waking half an hour or so before she has to so that she can snuggle close to him, rest her head on his shoulder and watch him sleep. She has to time it right, because if he wakes up and finds her doing that he'll push her off - one quick, controlled movement - and then she starts the day feeling blue, and where's the fun in that?
When he wakes up she'll sit up too and watch him climb out of bed. He looks oddly young at this time of morning; his hair ruffled, his face unfocused - the normal sharp intelligence blurred from just waking up.
While he takes a shower she will go to the kitchen and make the coffee for them both and sit, hands cupped round her own mug. She will imagine how he must look at the moment, and smile.
Sometimes he will eat breakfast with her - generally she doesn't like to eat too much, because she can't afford sticky-out-stomach syndrome if she's on a shoot, but she'll happily eat as much as she needs to in order to stay at the table with him for the longest possible time. It makes up for the days when he says he has to go now, there is no time for breakfast, and then he'll leave her sitting at the table, the coffee cup growing cold under her palms.
[Title] Stand By You
[Fandom] Malory Towers
[Rating] G
[Word Count] 216
[Pairing] Darrell Rivers/Sally Hope (friendship)
[Notes/Summary] Sally arrives at the university of St. Andrews.
The little room is cold and Sally stands in the middle of it with her suitcase next to her and wishes that there were signs telling her where to put all her possessions. For the first time since she was six years old her hair is not in plaits, and her clothes are new and she feels as if she is dressing up as someone else.
Outside in the corridor there is laughter and chattering and people getting to know each other and she stands here wrapped in silence. And if she unpacks she'll be covering the room with pieces of herself and people will come and look and - she does not want to be pinched and cold like she was when, years ago, she started Malory Towers, but the temptation to regress is horrible and so easy.
Even easier is the temptation to throw herself down on the bare mattress of the bed next to her and think of her family and cry.
Easy except -
There's a knock on the door, and Darrell sticks her head round it. "You haven't even started unpacking yet! Let me help you." And then she's hurrying inside, and the room isn't cold any more, and the temptations are gone when Sally looks for them.
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