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mellowcandle
mellowcandle
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Maybe I'll take drabble requests, too, and give myself a temporary brain break from my big thing.

So have at it.

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9 pathetic excuses or justify your existence
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cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: July 31st, 2010 11:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
Koiwai-Asagi: Fun

or

Touya-Kaho: Fun (because I can't think of another prompt)

or Sonomi-Fujitaka, same prompt as above.

Guy-Anise: Innocence

mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: August 2nd, 2010 08:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
***

Ugh, how did he talk her into this?

They were too old for amusement parks. The place was filled with teenagers on dates and families with small children. Everything was loud and colorful and in perpetual motion.

“You work too hard,” he’d said. “You should have some fun once in a while.”

Her options were to ignore him altogether or participate in this so-called fun and get him off her back.

It was one day. She would give him one day, and that was it.

They rode the ferris wheel, the roller coaster, the funny little cars with steering wheels that didn’t work and traveled along a prescribed track. They ate chocolate bananas and strawberry crepes and tangy chicken skewers while walking or sitting on funky plastic benches, watching children run past with balloons and costumed characters perform for their amusement. He threw baseballs at milk bottles until she had a garish pink teddy bear in her hands. Great, now she had to carry this around all day. If people weren’t staring at them before, they would be now.

Aw, look at the old people on their date, aren’t they cute?

She shuddered just imagining that anyone would think this was a date, or worse, that they were married.

“Having fun?” he’d ask every now and then, and the smile that was almost on her lips would retreat again in a stubborn refusal to admit that he was right. The fun was the roller coasters and the ice cream. It had nothing to do with him.

It wasn’t fun being with him. It wasn’t.

But she kept the stupid pink teddy bear anyway.
cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: August 3rd, 2010 12:00 am (UTC) (Link)
Old People? Sonomi should be like have her arm around Sensei's waist and be all like, "Uh huh, see this? I'm tapping this."

Heck, that sounds like a fic right there.

Sonomi's denial is obvious, Fujitaka's more subtle. They both need a wake up call.
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: August 3rd, 2010 02:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
I just love a pissed off Sonomi. A goopy in-love Sonomi would lose all her fire and spark. She needs to hate him, and she needs to hate that she kind of likes him.
cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: August 3rd, 2010 02:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
I know, but how pissed off at him can she remain when she starts waking up next to him in the morning? Fond annoyance perhaps, if that makes sense.
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: August 2nd, 2010 10:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
This doesn't fit the "innocence" prompt, but it's what popped into my head. Damn it, why did anything pop into my head?

***

Finally, it was her birthday. Finally, she was all grown up.

And she wanted to prove she was an adult by staying up and drinking. They always did that without her before. She missed all the fun because she was too young. Well, not anymore.

One by one everyone started to drop off. Tear went to bed first, then Luke, then Natalia.

Only the colonel showed no signs of slowing down. Anise frowned. She hadn’t thought of that. She was half his age, but she could never out-drink him.

Things were starting to look fuzzy, and the sweet fruity drinks were making her sleepy.

Guy was yawning, too. “Okay, I’m done,” he said, standing up. “Anise?”

Her eyes were drooping, but she wanted to make it to the end. “But it’s my birthday.” She could hardly hold her head up.

“Come on. You outlasted me. That’s good enough.”

Yeah, she’d never beat the colonel. “Fine, but carry me.”

“Anise….”

“It’s my birthday.”

He sighed and let her climb on his back.

“Good night, children,” the colonel drawled.

She must have dozed off, which sucked. She didn’t even get to enjoy being carried. Guy was tucking her into her bed, then patted her on the head. “I’m not your little sister,” she griped. She was an adult. For a whole day now. When would he realize it?

“Thank goodness for that,” he answered. “I’d never get any sleep worrying about all the trouble you get into. And I’d have to beat up all the guys in the bar who were checking you out.”

“Guys were checking me out?”

“Of course. You’re cute.”

“Cute but not pretty?”

“You’re very pretty.”

“Pretty but not beautiful?”

“Stop fishing, Anise.”

“It’s my birthday.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. “Yes, you’re beautiful. Your hair is like silk, and your eyes sparkle with more stars than the night sky. If I stared into them long enough, I might discover all the secrets of the universe.”

“Wow,” she breathed.

“Happy?”

Oh, so he didn’t mean it. “Kiss me good night.”

He pressed his lips to her forehead, still treating her like his little sister.

“Boo, I want a real kiss.”

“Anise….”

“It’s my birthday.”

There was a long pause. She held her breath, waiting. Then his mouth touched hers lightly, almost like a feather. He pulled away before she could kiss him back.

“I mean a real kiss. Like you kiss Natalia.”

Instead he patted her on the head again, damn him. “Good night, Anise.”

“But it’s my birthday.”

The door closed behind him.

cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: August 3rd, 2010 12:17 am (UTC) (Link)
That was very, very cute, and dark!

The back-and-forth between them was superb. Little by little the innocence of their dynamic (little sister who worships protective big brother) recedes through bits of Anise's thoughts, like "When would he realize it?" and "still treating her like his little sister" and finally, most emphatically, "Instead he patted her on the head again, damn him."

The way the bit ends, with Guy closing the door, was tremendous. Like witnessing the beginning of an obsession... was how I read it, but not sure if that's what you intended.

why did anything pop in your head

"What is the most resilient parasite? An idea. Resilient… highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it’s almost impossible to eradicate... The smallest seed of an idea can grow. It can grow to define, or destroy you."

I suppose this fic can also be viewed as an idea taking hold in Anise's mind.
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: August 3rd, 2010 02:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
I have no idea how I intended it. I just wanted to see how far she could push the "be nice to me, it's my birthday" thing before he finally had enough. I thought about her calling "Coward!" after him, but I liked just the simplicity of the door closing.

Damn it, I don't want to write more of this. It burns, it does.
cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: August 3rd, 2010 02:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's like that time you asked us to darken our OTPs, I think I wrote both Kaho-Touya and Touya-Tomoyo. Some of the best, most intense writing I ever did.

This can go several ways, all of which would be very interesting.
9 pathetic excuses or justify your existence