[ KH: Why Girls Stink - Reason #836 ]
Dec. 18th, 2004 05:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tacticianFandom: Kingdom Hearts
Genre: Humor
Warnings: Uneditted. :D For kh_drabble.
Really, he should’ve been smarter than that. “Please,” she whined, clasping her hands together in front of her bright yellow skirt and using her high, ringing voice to stretch out the vowels for long, painful seconds. “It’s just for fun! He needs it! You’d be helping inquiring minds figure out true romance!”
Tidus pulled his palms away from his ears and said, “No.”
“Argh! Why not?” Selphie yelled, pointing a finger and stamping her feet. Out of experience, Tidus carefully moved his toes away. “Please?”
Half an hour before noon, after forty-five minutes of pleases, pretty-pleases and etcetera, Tidus braced himself, willed himself to be a man and, clutching his wooden stick with trembling white fingers, found Riku reclining lazily on the bent palm tree near the sea. “Hey, Riku. I’ve got something to ask you.”
Riku glanced over his shoulder. “What?”
Carefully remembering the strange question Selphie refused to explain to him, he said, “So which one of you is on top, you or Sora?”
When he didn’t turn up for lunch, Selphie and Wakka went searching, finding him face-down in the sand with his hands and ankles tied to his preferred play-weapon of choice behind him. Wakka untied him after shooing away the sparrow trying to nest in Tidus’ hair.
“What happened?” Selphie asked innocently, mouth forming an angelic ‘o’ of surprise.
Tidus glared and willed the circulation back into his limbs. Choking up seaweed, he muttered, “You suck and I hate you.”
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Genre: Angst?
Warning: Uneditted. For kh_drabble.
It has been a week, a day, a second? He does not remember the sun, sitting in this rotting castle under a clouding sky and waiting for something he doesn’t know. Maybe it was only yesterday, in the bowels of that giant whale while he held a limply sagging puppet under his arm, that Sora turned and looked at him with fear and without recognition.
He leans on the walls, resting his forehead against the searing cold stone and slides down until his legs fold underneath him. He’s small and insignificant in the terrible darkness and very alone. On a curtained bed rooms away, Kairi sleeps, pale and light and also waiting.
He closes his eyes; it makes no difference. He slows his breathing, locks away his heart and grows hard and brittle in the comfortless silence.
“It’s your fault,” he says quietly, but there is nothing in the room except a broken mirror.
Genre: Humor
Warnings: Uneditted. :D For kh_drabble.
Really, he should’ve been smarter than that. “Please,” she whined, clasping her hands together in front of her bright yellow skirt and using her high, ringing voice to stretch out the vowels for long, painful seconds. “It’s just for fun! He needs it! You’d be helping inquiring minds figure out true romance!”
Tidus pulled his palms away from his ears and said, “No.”
“Argh! Why not?” Selphie yelled, pointing a finger and stamping her feet. Out of experience, Tidus carefully moved his toes away. “Please?”
Half an hour before noon, after forty-five minutes of pleases, pretty-pleases and etcetera, Tidus braced himself, willed himself to be a man and, clutching his wooden stick with trembling white fingers, found Riku reclining lazily on the bent palm tree near the sea. “Hey, Riku. I’ve got something to ask you.”
Riku glanced over his shoulder. “What?”
Carefully remembering the strange question Selphie refused to explain to him, he said, “So which one of you is on top, you or Sora?”
When he didn’t turn up for lunch, Selphie and Wakka went searching, finding him face-down in the sand with his hands and ankles tied to his preferred play-weapon of choice behind him. Wakka untied him after shooing away the sparrow trying to nest in Tidus’ hair.
“What happened?” Selphie asked innocently, mouth forming an angelic ‘o’ of surprise.
Tidus glared and willed the circulation back into his limbs. Choking up seaweed, he muttered, “You suck and I hate you.”
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Genre: Angst?
Warning: Uneditted. For kh_drabble.
It has been a week, a day, a second? He does not remember the sun, sitting in this rotting castle under a clouding sky and waiting for something he doesn’t know. Maybe it was only yesterday, in the bowels of that giant whale while he held a limply sagging puppet under his arm, that Sora turned and looked at him with fear and without recognition.
He leans on the walls, resting his forehead against the searing cold stone and slides down until his legs fold underneath him. He’s small and insignificant in the terrible darkness and very alone. On a curtained bed rooms away, Kairi sleeps, pale and light and also waiting.
He closes his eyes; it makes no difference. He slows his breathing, locks away his heart and grows hard and brittle in the comfortless silence.
“It’s your fault,” he says quietly, but there is nothing in the room except a broken mirror.