Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Pasture Of Circe ❯ Topaz ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Digimon doesn't belong to me.

 

Pairings: There is a different pair for each drabble, so here are as follows:

 

11. Friday: Koumi: sprinkles-chan

12. Dirt: Taiora: sprinkles-chan

13. Metaphor: Michi: sprinkles-chan

14. Starfish: Kouzumi: Aestivate

15. Karma: Takari: sprinkles-chan

16. Magic: Sorato: Aino Yuy

17. Smitten: Takerine: Dark Qiviut

18. Bedtime Story: Sorato: sprinkles-chan

19. Permission: Junchi: sprinkles-chan

20. Lunchtime: Taichi x Sora x Yamato Friendship

 

Warnings: Slight AU, Hetero, OOC, Mild Angst.

 

Hope you all like your drabbles. Please read the Author's Note at the bottom (if you're MM.org people) when you're done reading.

 

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Pasture of Circe

Drabbles 11 - 20: Topaz

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Friday: Koumi

Request: sprinkles-chan

 

TGIF, the acronym of life.

 

It was discovered on a gloomy Thursday rainy day in America with the sky turning a sickening gray color and the drops coming out in little pitter patters, that she had fallen in love.

 

Usually not a quiet girl, she found herself silent as she leaned her head against the glass window, breathing in and out, watching the rain through a haze of oxygen disappearing and reappearing again and again. Usually not an observant girl, she found herself watching the colorless raindrops touch her window sill before bursting into smaller droplets of water before running down the outside walls and vanishing from her view.

 

Usually not a lovesick girl (okay, maybe that one wasn't necessarily true), she found herself thinking of dark eyes so black that it seemed bottomless and red hair only two shades lighter than the brightest kind of blood. She found herself remembering pale skin that seemed to fit in right with the bright sunlight.

 

It's raining now. There is no sunlight.

 

But the thought of a laptop seems to brighten the sky just a little bit more.

 

The girl smiled slightly, walking away from her window sill, and while fingering a small cotton candy lock, she found out she missed him. Dearly.

 

Glancing across the small room, she noticed her computer sitting on the desk. A grin popped on her face and she walked across the room to go turn it on.

 

It was discovered a day later, on a sunny Friday in Japan with the sky turning into a striking shade of light blue and heat making it perfect for ice cream, that he had fallen in love.

 

Usually not a noisy boy, he found himself jabbing the keyboard of his laptop, the clink and clank of his typing the only sounds in the confinements of his room. Usually not an oblivious boy, he missed the ching on his computer, telling him he received an email, and instead choosing to continue typing up his report on something as boring as earthworms.

 

Usually not an aloof boy (well, most of the time anyway), he found himself trying to clear the images of pink hair the color of cotton candy and liquid eyes the lightest shade of brown that seemed to pierce right through you. He wasn't even trying to think of a wonderful white skin that had a nice light tan, seeming to fit the girl perfectly.

 

No.

 

He would not think about her. He would not think about how he (might've) possibly missed her.

 

Momentarily stopping his typing, he finally took notice of the email on his laptop. The boy clicked on it to read the message.

 

Hey Koushiro! How are things in Odaiba? I miss you.

 

He smiled and typed. But this time, he typed a response because he knew she wanted one from him.

 

Miss you too Mimi.

 

End.

 

xxx

 

Dirt: Taiora

Request: sprinkles-chan

 

It all grows from the tiniest seed.

 

Gardening is very hard work.

 

She does not enjoy gardening that much, and sometimes even thinks it's as annoying as knitting, which is a silly girlish she hopes never to do. But gardening is somewhat okay to her, because even though she despises the hard work where she has to dig the soil and dig it in the heat and water everything, she likes to bury the seed into the dirt and dirty her hands because she purposely neglects to wear gloves.

 

“I didn't know you liked to garden.” He says one day, coming around to visit for a game of soccer and instead found the girl digging into the dirt with no shovels and gloves. Just her fingers, fingernails, and her. And him too.

 

She shrugs. “Our flowers have to come from somewhere.”

 

He understands and does not ask anymore questions, choosing instead to crouch down beside her and watch her fingers turn the color of her hair as she digs, digs, and digs deep. He does not see a seed in her hand and is not sure whether she even has one at all.

 

“Don't your fingers hurt that way?” He asks curious.

 

She shrugs again, but stops for a second as if actually listening his unheard advice. He sees her produce a seed out from nowhere which she drops into the hole. She moves to place the dirt back - but he stops her and does it himself, letting her be the one to watch for once.

 

And she does. She watches his rough tan hands gently brush the dirt back into the hole so carefully, as if the slightest hard push would destroy everything. It strikes her suddenly that he is actually quite the gentle type of boy. She did not know this before.

 

She learns something new about him everyday it seems.

 

He's stopped putting the dirt back into the hole, gently patting the dirt, those brown eyes of his fixed on the soil and nothing else. This makes her feel odd for some strange reason.

 

“Aren't you going to water it?” She asks.

 

He grins in response. “I can't do all your work. Besides, I don't even have any water with me. You do.” He points out.

 

Somehow, his explanation makes her blush. She wasn't used to him being right for once. Glancing to her left, she took the water and poured some onto the soil, and they both watched the earth turn to mud. Then she turns back to him, a silent question on her lips that she dare not ask out loud. He merely answers by bending his head down and brushing his lips against hers.

 

His mouth tastes like grass and dirt, but she is more than okay with the flavor because she finds out that gardening is not so bad after all.

 

Perhaps he can help her plant more seeds later.

 

End.

 

xxx

 

Metaphors: Michi

Request: sprinkles-chan

 

Confessions of love are brought to a whole new level.

 

The pink haired girl grumbled.

 

The caramel skinned boy yawned.

 

“Oh come on, I thought this was supposed to be over hours ago Mimi!” The burgundy haired boy complained, leaning back into his chair.

 

The pale skinned girl swerved around her seat, fixing a very scary glare on the boy, who immediately eeped! at the sight of it and slumped further into his seat. Satisfied at the reaction, the girl turned back to her desk and the paper that laid on it. She sighed as she picked up with sheet and read through it.

 

Dearest Taichi,

 

I adore everything about you. I love your brown wonderful chocolate eyes, your wonderful tan skin that makes you look like some sort of wonderful Greek God or Adonis. I dream about your wonderful kisses, which probably taste like-

 

“AARGH!”

 

That being…yelled, Tachikawa Mimi chucked the paper into the wastebasket her (among where all the other many, many, many pieces of paper lay) and got out a new sheet of paper, gnawing so hard on her eraser that it threatened to break off and make her swallow it.

 

“Daisuke! Help me already you dummy!” She grumbled, fixing another glare (though not as scary as the first one) on the bored boy.

 

The boy immediately consented. “Gee, I dunno Mimi. How am I supposed to help you get Taichi?” Well, almost consented. It was more like question the girl's authority - not that either person noticed. One was too busy trying to write a good love letter and the other was busy with helping. Sort of.

 

“Gee, I dunno Daisuke, but you better offer some good advice right now or else!” threatened Mimi, turning on the boy with an obvious intent of killing the boy slowly and painfully unless the he offered something even halfway helpful.

 

The young Motomiya realized this quickly, racking his brain for ideas. Any ideas - any.

 

“Well,” He started smiling nervously, the danger signs shouting for him to run away while he still could. “You could uh, associate your letter with things Taichi likes. Maybe it'll help put you in his favor or something.” Daisuke shielded his hands in front of himself, so as to protect himself if Mimi ever decided to actually carry out on her intent.

 

Instead, the boy found absolute silence. Daring to open an eye, he found the girl actually looking like she was thinking about his suggestion. Well, there was a first time for everything he guessed.

 

“You know Daisuke,” The girl started slowly, as if the idea was still slowly turning over in her head. “I think that's actually a pretty good idea. Everyone knows Taichi is mad about two things! Soccer and food! Since I don't know a thing about soccer, I'll just write about food in my love letter! Yeah, that's it! I'll compare Taichi to food!” Mimi looked quite starry eyed, as if the idea was just perfect.

 

“…Er…Come again?”

 

“Oh you know, I can tell Taichi that he is apple in my apple pie!”

 

“Uh, Mimi I-”

 

“The fruit in my fruitcake!”

 

“Er-”

 

“The cucumber I like to pickle!”

 

“You-”

The peas in my pod!”

 

“I-”

“The cheese in my Ritz cracker sandwich!”

 

This, Daisuke realized, was the reason why he spent most of his time hanging out with boys instead of girls - or whatever you called Tachikawa Mimi.

 

He wondered if Mimi was ever going to actually write her letter to his idol.

 

End.

 

xxx

 

Starfish: Kouzumi

Request: Aestivate

 

Koko wa tojuu nandatte shinjitai…

 

“Starfish Kouji, are the most fascinating creatures.” She tells him one day.

 

He pretended at the time not to be interested but he and her both knew he wanted to hear more. So much more.

 

She obeys his unheard request. “Back where I lived, there were tons of starfish in the beaches where I swam. They looked really beautiful you know? The most wonderful vivid colors and patterns printed on their bodies.” Her head turned towards him to look him in the eye, making him falter for the tiniest moment in time.

 

The notion that he is afraid escapes her, and she simply goes onto her explanation. “I had to do a report on starfish once for school. I found out tons of cool stuff about them, like how starfish don't have a front or back. Cool huh? And that they can move in any direction without having to turn. Weird right?” She asks, but does not expect an answer. She's happy with his silence.

 

She knows him too well. He doesn't want her to know him too well because he is simply not used to her growing up. He doesn't want her to grow up. He doesn't need her to grow up. So therefore, she must not grow up. Because if she grows up too fast she'll leave him behind. She'll never be the one to trail behind, instead in front and he just can't deal with that.

 

“Starfish can regrow their legs you know. As long as it has its,” She takes a deep breath. “As long as it has its center. Its soul.”

 

He finds her looking back at him again and the falter in him turns to an earth shattering earthquake. Not that she actually notices.

 

She just goes on to say one more thing to him. “Starfish Kouji, remind me of you.” Here, she reaches her hand across to him as if to say I won't leave you behind.

 

And all he can do is simply grab onto it, making it quickly become his only anchor with the warmth filling him whole. He finally realizes that yes, she is growing up, but he's okay with that - because he's growing up too.

 

Her eyes look like the ocean.

 

End.

 

xxx

 

Karma: Takari

Request: sprinkles-chan

 

What goes around comes around.

 

The first time he kissed her, she didn't kiss back.

 

It had been a cool autumn morning where he was walking her home after school because it seemed like the right thing to do. They strolled down the cement in companionable silence, the kind that only exists between the closest of friends. And they were the closest of friends.

 

“Takeru,” A quiet voice said his name, making him turn sideways to find his cohort. “I would like to know something.” She stated tiredly, like she just woke up from a deep slumber and was robbed of the chance of going back to it.

 

He blinked in surprise. “What do you want to know Hikari?” The fact that his best friend was asking him something shocked him slightly, since he was more than used to his friend knowing everything - or at least, more than he did. He was always the one that asked the questions and she was always the one that answered them.

 

“I want to know what a kiss feels like.” She stopped walking when she asked her question and instead looked up at the blonde. Her usual reddish-brown eyes had looked somewhat murky to him.

 

His own blue eyes widened in surprise again, but he still managed to answer. He just answered by dipping his head down slowly and pressing his lips against hers. It was something like a not-kiss, a half-kiss, since all it seemed to be was the gentle collision of lips. Neither moved.

 

Takeru remember kissing Hikari as an unusual act. Though her lips looked pink and shiny, they felt dry and the seams were slightly cracked. There was usually a hint of lilacs and sunflower around her, but she tasted almost plain with a hint of something hot and sour.

 

She wasn't really kissing back or moving at all either. Just simply standing there with her hands by her sides and feet on the ground. Her eyes remained open and Takeru felt like she was right looking through him.

 

His eyes were open too, but even though they looking right back into hers, he couldn't help but think that he still couldn't see her.

 

They both pulled back at the same time, and it was not because of the lack of air.

 

“Is that really what a kiss feels like Takeru?”

And he wanted to scream out well duh but refrained for hers, his, and theirs sake. It suddenly struck the blonde at the moment that they had quietly stepped over an imaginary borderline, but whether they knew it or not was irrelevant. Very, very irrelevant.

 

So instead, all he did was nod. “Yes Hikari.”

 

“Oh,” is all she said, but that alone made him wonder if she knew something he didn't. That was probably since she's always known more than he did. Even when they were little kids, she was the wise one and he was the crybaby. It's still like that. Somewhat.

 

“Takeru,” Her voice said again, making him turn back to face her. “I want another kiss.”

 

So he smiled, and dipped his head - but she stopped him, instead choosing to bend up and press her lips against his in another chaste, hot and sour kiss. And he made sure to kiss back.

 

Because it wasn't destiny that bounded the two together. It was karma.

 

End.

 

xxx

 

Magic: Sorato

Request: Aino Yuy

 

The key to pulling the rabbit out of your hat.

 

He doesn't believe in magic.

 

He doesn't seem to believe in a lot of things, but magic is a different little something entirely different. The idea of it just bothers him beyond belief, even though he has no idea why. He does know though, that even when he was young and trying to survive in a world where reality didn't exist, he still always thought that magicians were nothing but a phony.

 

She believes in magic though, and that for some strange reason, doesn't bother him in the least. She takes to all the magic shows, just the two of them and their shadows, and she makes him watch the funny looking men in capes pull out animals out of their strange hats and perform lame card tricks. He knows she likes it though, eats it up and adores it, and that fact alone scares and amuses him.

 

“You do know they're nothing but a phony right?” He asked before, not sure if she actually knew this.

 

He was surprised however, when she simply laughed softly, shaking her redheaded hair and looking at him with those orange kind of eyes.

 

“You know I don't particularly care right?” She countered with a smile and a question.

 

He rolled his eyes but they never talked about phonies again.

 

Still, she continues to drag him to those shows made for kids. She's never brought anyone else along though, not even their mutual best friend with the hair or anybody else. She only brings him along, and they hide in the big crowds - though they always stand out because everyone else is either a toddler or an adult - while she makes sure he doesn't fall asleep from boredom.

 

She has absolutely nothing to worry about though. Because even though he doesn't believe in it, the idea and the fantasy and the realism keeps him awake, keeps him full of wonder and maybe something even akin to awe - not that he'll ever admit it. He'll never admit that it drives him mad when he can't figure out how the funny dressed men can make candy out of paper or how the milk disappears when they suck their thumb. He'll never admit to anything.

 

He does admit though, to not believing in it.

 

“I don't believe in magic,” He tells her one day, his pretty angel eyes fierce with something mad glinting in them.

 

She answers by bending up to him with a half lidded gaze and a lazy smile on her face with something hazy in her voice that he can't identify. He doesn't even think about trying to though. Perhaps it's just magic.

 

“I believe in magic.”

 

And he is more than fine with that because he believes she's got enough belief in magic for the both of them.

 

End.

 

xxx

 

Smitten: Takerine

Request: Dark Qiviut

 

I love you I love you I love you I love you…

 

He blushed the first time he saw her. Honestly.

 

She just looked so doll like, so cute and soft, so pretty. With all those wonderful golden curls running down her back and framing her heart shaped face. Not to mention her small blue eyes that bettered his brother's, let alone his. And her skin seemed like a nice whitish color fit for the French girl, and he truthfully couldn't picture the color on anyone else, not even his best friend Hikari (who had a light tan anyway).

 

There was just something that drew him into her. It wasn't just her looks either. She had an air of sophistication around her, mixed with sweetness and kindness. And she always seemed to do everything with manners; nothing was ever mean if it came from her. And even with all those wonderful traits around her, there was also something hidden in her that captivated and captured him. Though he had no qualms about escaping.

 

Whenever she smiled though, he seemed to literally turn to mush.

 

And well, when Taichi kissed her, he certainly wasn't jealous. Of course not. He just resolved that if he couldn't beat up the original goggle bearer then he had better put in some more vigor into his arguments with the second one. Something tugged at him though, when the group had to leave her, when he had to leave her. The need to say something filled him but there was no time and before he knew it, she was gone.

 

He smiled the second time he saw her. Honestly.

 

She was no longer so doll like, no longer so cute or soft, no longer so pretty. Her golden curls had straightened themselves (but only slightly) and turned into a deeper blonde color (but only slightly). They still framed her face though. And her eyes had only gotten slightly bigger, her color only brighter. But her skin was still that impeccable shade of white though, still reserved for only her. She wasn't pretty anymore, she had grown up.

 

She was beautiful.

 

Her personality though, hadn't changed one bit though, something that only made him smile wider and leave him smitten once again.

 

“Je t'aime,” He breathed into her ear one day in France, his voice hoarser and huskier than he had originally intended. The boy was hugging her, his arms curled around her waist and the scent of rain wafted around them.

 

She simply drew back slightly, but still held him in her arms too.

 

“Aishiteru wa.”

 

End.

 

xxx

 

Bedtime Story: Sorato

Request: sprinkles-chan

 

Confessions of love are said in a letter. Proposals of marriage are said in a prison cell.

 

“Dad, I don't want to go to sleep!” The younger blonde protested as he tried to wiggle out of bed, only to be pushed back by his father and sister.

 

The older redhead glared at the guy, unable to believe she was actually related to the guy. “Will you be quiet you dummy?!” Turning back to her father, she turned a 180 on her personality. “Daddy, won't you please get me another separate bedroom? And while you're at it, please tell me this kid is actually adopted,” she added as an afterthought.

 

The older blonde chuckled at his daughter's antics, reaching over to ruffle both of his kid's hair.

 

“Now, now kids, what have I told you about getting into arguments before bedtime?” he asked half playfully. “Remember, you won't get a bedtime story and you'll both have to sleep with your mother and me.” Not that we'd ever really do that but still…

 

The redhead and the blonde both gave simultaneous gasps of fright before clasping their hands together and putting on their best puppy dog looks, trying to make it seem like real halos were appearing on their heads.

 

“Please dad, you can't just tuck in your two favorite children without giving them a good bedtime story!” The younger blonde protested as adorably as he could.

 

Yamato sighed, wondering what he had done to deserve such things. “Alright, alright, I'll tell you another bedtime story. Now, which one do you want to hear?”

 

The redhead jumped up in excitement as she blurted out her suggestion. “Ooh! Ooh! I want the one where you asked mommy to go out with you for the first time! Please daddy!” The girl pouted playfully.

 

The boy blonde however, glared at her sister before turning back to his dad. “No way, that one's boring! You only give out the boring mushy,” his nose scrunched up in disgust at the word. “Details! I want the one where you tell us how you proposed to mommy in jail!”

 

The girl's eyes brightened. “Oh yeah, I guess I forgot about that one. Tell us daddy!”

 

Yamato chuckled. “Okay, okay. If you really want that story, you guys have to promise me you'll go to sleep right after I'm finished. Alright?” Seeing both his children nod, the man took a deep breath and retold his tale.

 

“Alright, so I and your mother had been going out for some time already, and I was planning on proposing. See we were going on our second anniversary date, and I had everything prepared. Had the ring and everything. So anyways, your mom and I were taking our stroll in the park when all of a sudden; this girl just jumped out of nowhere and attacked her!

 

I was shocked frozen solid; I didn't have any idea what to do! Your mother was holding up pretty well, I really had no idea she could kick and hurt people so well. Anyways, I tried to pry the girl off Sora, but it the girl seemed to have a one track mind, she just wouldn't budge! Good thing though, a police officer noticed the fight and was able to pull off the girl. Not a good thing: we managed to get arrested for causing a brawl in public, despite the fact no one was even there. But whatever.

 

They had us separated into different jail cells; your mother on my left, the other girl on my right, and me in the center. I later found out later, after listening to your mother having a rather vulgar conversation with the attacker, that the girl was actually an old fan of mine when I was in the Teen-Age Wolves, and was actually blaming Sora that she had supposedly `forced me to quit.' Puh-lease, even Taichi knew I quit because I wanted to just do something other than sing forever. It was totally my choice.

 

So anyways, I was stuck with my girlfriend on side (literally) arguing with an old maniac fan on the other (literally) with absolutely no idea what to do, so I shouted out the first thing that popped into my head, which turned out to be, “Sora, marry me!”

 

After I shouted out my proposal, there was total silence. Not even the other jailers who were watching and talking about us (I swear, prison is even more of a gossip place that school was) were saying anything. After a few moments though, your mother sputtered, “C-Come again?”

 

I was totally nervous then. I had no idea what to say in response! I mean, I had this great speech planned out and everything, but that was for when I was going to say it in a restaurant, not a jailhouse! So all I could do was stutter out another, “W-Will you marry me Sora?”

 

And you know what she said? She said yes. Just like that, no hesitations; exactly the reason why I love your mother so darn much. So after both our parents split the cost of the bail and got us out of jail (leaving that maniac girl behind), we right away had a lovely modern Japanese wedding and everything. And that kids, is the story of how I proposed to your mother and everything.” Ishida Yamato looked up at his kids, both of who were already asleep.

 

He smiled at them, because he finally had everything he ever needed.

 

End.

 

xxx

Permission: Junchi

Request: Koumi_Locc

 

Because promises must always be kept and Yagami Taichi is certainly no exception.

 

“Taichi, I have a very important matter to discuss with you,” said Motomiya Daisuke gravely in the middle of a Chosen meeting (with both the old and new).

 

The said brunette paused in his intense conversation with his blonde best friend to turn and stare at his worshipper - er I mean, - incredibly devoted fanatic of his. Wait, that's not much better. Oh well.

 

“What's the matter Daisuke?” Yagami Taichi asked bewildered.

 

Daisuke took a deep breath and fiddled with the goggle straps, appearing quite nervous before a determined look appeared. “Look Taichi, I need to talk to you about my sister.”

 

Taichi blinked. “Jun? What about her?”

 

Daisuke crossed his arms. “If you're going to be going out with her Taichi, I expect you be a lot more kind and acknowledgeable about her.”

 

It was then that silence filled the entire room.

 

The two tan skinned boys didn't seem to notice it all that much (they didn't even notice they had a rather big audience watching them). One was going into parental mode and the other was just completely freaked out.

 

“I'm sorry Daisuke, would you mind repeating that, since I'm not all that sure I understand.” The brunet sputtered out, unable to believe his friend was actually saying this.

 

“If you're going to be dating Jun I want you to be a lot more respectable towards her.” The second goggle bearer repeated to the first.

 

Taichi was absolutely sure he was hearing things. He had to be.

 

“Daisuke, where on earth did you ever get the idea that me and your sister are dating?”

 

“Well, you're in love with her aren't you?”

 

“I am not!”

 

“Oh puh-lease, you're totally gone for her. Every time we go meet for a soccer session you ask if Jun is there, and you look like someone's kicked you when I say no. You also appear to be coming to my a lot more than usual lately, and yet you never really do anything with me, more content to go searching for my sister. There's also the fact that you're trailing after her like a little puppy with doe eyes.” Daisuke eventually finished his long explanation.

 

“Oh.”

 

Daisuke sighed. “Taichi look, I may not have as good of a relationship with Jun as you do with Hikari, but I still care about her. And I know that you'd never even think of purposely trying to hurt my sister, so I just want you to promise me one thing.”

 

“And what's that?”

 

“Tomorrow, I want you to tell her how you feel.”

 

And tomorrow was the day he did.

 

End.

 

xxx

 

Lunchtime: Taichi x Sora x Yamato Friendship

Request: None

 

Being paranoid gives you the most…unusual kind of heebie-jeebies.

 

It was going to eat him.

 

It was going to first slowly mutate into some disturbing and SCARY mutant creature-thingymubober. Then, the SCARY mutant creature would terrorize all of Odaiba, wreaking havoc with all it's SCARIness. And it would make him its slave, making him every little thing of his bidding (and then it would eat him of course). All of Odaiba would fall down forever because this SCARY thing was able to destroy it! To kill it! To demoli-

 

“Taichi stop trying to burn wholes into your sashimi.”

 

The brunette pouted. Silence reigned. For two seconds.

 

“But Sora, just look at it,” Taichi protested. “It's all evil and everything! It's looking at us, don't you see it! And soon, it is going to destroy us because of its SCARY…” He paused; looking for the right word to describe the creature's whatever it was. “…ness.”

 

His redhead friend raised an eyebrow. “Don't you think you're acting just a little paranoid?”

 

“Sora…” Taichi's voice turned whiny. Uh oh.

 

The redhead rolled her eyes, unable to believe the boy actually was a boy. Sora turned to her left (since her `paranoid and in need of mental help' friend was on her right) to try and have a normal conversation with her other best friend Yamato - but stopped, choosing instead to gawk at what her other friend was doing.

 

HE was knitting.

 

He WAS knitting.

 

He was KNITTING.

 

Nope, no matter how many times she (mentally) said it, it still did not make even a teensy bit of sense in her mind.

 

“Yamato,” she started just to check if she was actually seeing that. “Are you,” she choked. “Knitting?”

 

The blonde ignored her for a moment, looking immersed in - in - whatever he was doing. “Yeah Sora, I am.”

 

“Oh.” Silence. “Why?”

 

The blonde sighed oh so woefully, before putting down his half finished piece of pink yarn - that looked so manhandled on so many wrong levels. “My manager wants me to get in touch with my feminine side, so he's signed me up for this Home Economic class. I've already learned to how to bake cookies, a cake, and an apple pie. Also, I'm currently working on making a wonderful pink apron,” Here, he paused to pat the so-called pink apron. “And a few cross stitch artwork.” Ishida Yamato actually looked proud at his so called accomplishments.

 

“Feminine side?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“I…see.”

 

“DIE YOU EVIL PIECE OF-OF SCARYNESS!”

 

And on Sora's left side, a poor, poor, poor thing of a chicken sandwich was getting brutally mutilated by a boy who was determined to save his country from the terror that was going to eat him AND everyone else. Gasp!

 

Yamato continued getting in `touch' with his feminine side by continuing on doing something with that pink cloth.

 

Sora buried her face in her hands (wondering why she hung out with these things called `boys') and all was right in the world.

 

“Cross left, stitch right, and continue…”

 

“HYAHH!”

 

Well. Almost right. It was normal, so that was just fine.

 

End.

 

xxx

 

Translations:

 

Koko wa tojuu nandatte shinjitai - I wanna believe that here is only partway through

Je t'aime - I Love You (in French).

Aishiteru wa - I Love You (in Japanese). The `wa' part is female speech.

 

Okay, I have an important message for you guys, I've decided that I can't really accept requests from you guys (so I'm very, very sorry Saiyoto puchu). This is not because I don't WANT to, it's because I just CAN'T. I've already gotten requests from my FF.net reviewers, and it would be really difficult for me to make two versions of the same story (one with your requests and one with theirs), as I'm just not that good.

 

This does not mean that you can't request any drabble pairs. I certainly wouldn't want to prohibit those. But you would either have to email me your request or write it in a review on the FF.net version. Sorry for the inconvenience, but at least I'll still be posting the chapters.