stuff and more fic
Oct. 13th, 2005 10:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76Mwah, looks like I'm twice over not going to get to go to FIDM's Star Wars exhibit with friends. Guess I'll just have to set things up and go by myself. Or with family, maybe.
Spent today at work being wobblyish and having trouble concentrating on even my embroidery. Fortunately I got all the work done yesterday, so there was nothing left for today but answering the phones and the embroidery. I'm a quarter way through the blackwork for the collar now, yay. Now if only I can get it together and be productive on sewing this weekend again....
Also had trouble writing tonight, but did finally find a groove, so here's more
It was the wasabi that did Ken in. Really. It had absolutely nothing to do with looking up from his lunch to find Aya's stalkers taking a table in the sushi restaurant he frequented. Really.
He immediately looked away (covert ops rule number seven: never be caught staring) and swigged back his ice water, waiting for the burning miasma in his sinuses to dissipate. Which was not to say that his ears weren't wide open to any word he could manage to pick up. If only he had Weiss' gear... a dot-mike and wireless receiver would be handy, especially over the ambient noise of the restaurant.
*
"He lives in the apartments above the shop," Nanaka reported. "I think they all do."
Sae stared at her. "Nanaka, are you *stalking* him?"
"Of course not," Nanaka replied primly. "I was just making sure he hadn't run away again."
//Nanaka hovered above the shop, her cape fluttering in the light evening breeze. She watched as the lights went out and the four men--Aburatsubo-sempai among them--went out the back. The tall blond headed to the parking garage. A few moments later a fancy car drove out, him behind the wheel. The smaller blond went to one of the apartments in the building above the shop. The brunet also went into the garage and a few minutes later wheeled out a motorcycle. He had a tool kit and plopped himself down beside the bike to start doing Obscure Engine Things. But Aburatsubo... with a brief stop at a different apartment, he headed for the roof.
She hadn't known he practiced kendo, but somehow it fit. He'd always been good at whatever he tried.//
*
Hard as he tried not to be, Ken was impressed. Stalking four assassins without any of them noticing a thing... that girl should work for Kritiker.
Still, he thought, pouring more soy sauce into its dish, Omi would throw a fit if he knew their security was so easily compromised. And what Aya would do if he found out... right. Best not to go there.
*
Takeo stared meditatively into his green tea. "As much as I hate to say it... we've found him and Aburatsubo doesn't seem to want anything to do with us," he said. And it hurt, a deep, coiling wound that his /friend/, the first person to believe him about magic, the man who'd shored him up during school, salvaged his pride, mended his pants and ultimately given him up to Sae with a friendly smile, would do that to him, to /them/, but.... "Maybe it's time we let him go," he said quietly.
Sae didn't say anything, but her head bowed forward and he knew she was holding back tears. Aikawa-kun just looked away, off to the side, but her expression was sad.
Nanaka, too, looked for a moment like she was going to agree, but in a split second that changed and she slammed her hands down on the table, half-rising from her seat. "No!" she refuted. "He owes us an explanation and a good-bye. I'm not letting him off like that. He owes us wizard's courtesy, and I'm not letting it rest until he makes things square." Then her eyes looked beyond Takeo, refocused. "Huh?"
*
Ken was yanked from his seat by an irate office lady. "You're sempai's coworker, aren't you?" she asked with a small, triumphant grin.
So much for covert ops, he thought with a wince. Youji would never let him live it down and Omi would sign him up for another training course as soon as he found out.
"Yes...?" Ken replied in a small voice.
Spent today at work being wobblyish and having trouble concentrating on even my embroidery. Fortunately I got all the work done yesterday, so there was nothing left for today but answering the phones and the embroidery. I'm a quarter way through the blackwork for the collar now, yay. Now if only I can get it together and be productive on sewing this weekend again....
Also had trouble writing tonight, but did finally find a groove, so here's more
It was the wasabi that did Ken in. Really. It had absolutely nothing to do with looking up from his lunch to find Aya's stalkers taking a table in the sushi restaurant he frequented. Really.
He immediately looked away (covert ops rule number seven: never be caught staring) and swigged back his ice water, waiting for the burning miasma in his sinuses to dissipate. Which was not to say that his ears weren't wide open to any word he could manage to pick up. If only he had Weiss' gear... a dot-mike and wireless receiver would be handy, especially over the ambient noise of the restaurant.
*
"He lives in the apartments above the shop," Nanaka reported. "I think they all do."
Sae stared at her. "Nanaka, are you *stalking* him?"
"Of course not," Nanaka replied primly. "I was just making sure he hadn't run away again."
//Nanaka hovered above the shop, her cape fluttering in the light evening breeze. She watched as the lights went out and the four men--Aburatsubo-sempai among them--went out the back. The tall blond headed to the parking garage. A few moments later a fancy car drove out, him behind the wheel. The smaller blond went to one of the apartments in the building above the shop. The brunet also went into the garage and a few minutes later wheeled out a motorcycle. He had a tool kit and plopped himself down beside the bike to start doing Obscure Engine Things. But Aburatsubo... with a brief stop at a different apartment, he headed for the roof.
She hadn't known he practiced kendo, but somehow it fit. He'd always been good at whatever he tried.//
*
Hard as he tried not to be, Ken was impressed. Stalking four assassins without any of them noticing a thing... that girl should work for Kritiker.
Still, he thought, pouring more soy sauce into its dish, Omi would throw a fit if he knew their security was so easily compromised. And what Aya would do if he found out... right. Best not to go there.
*
Takeo stared meditatively into his green tea. "As much as I hate to say it... we've found him and Aburatsubo doesn't seem to want anything to do with us," he said. And it hurt, a deep, coiling wound that his /friend/, the first person to believe him about magic, the man who'd shored him up during school, salvaged his pride, mended his pants and ultimately given him up to Sae with a friendly smile, would do that to him, to /them/, but.... "Maybe it's time we let him go," he said quietly.
Sae didn't say anything, but her head bowed forward and he knew she was holding back tears. Aikawa-kun just looked away, off to the side, but her expression was sad.
Nanaka, too, looked for a moment like she was going to agree, but in a split second that changed and she slammed her hands down on the table, half-rising from her seat. "No!" she refuted. "He owes us an explanation and a good-bye. I'm not letting him off like that. He owes us wizard's courtesy, and I'm not letting it rest until he makes things square." Then her eyes looked beyond Takeo, refocused. "Huh?"
*
Ken was yanked from his seat by an irate office lady. "You're sempai's coworker, aren't you?" she asked with a small, triumphant grin.
So much for covert ops, he thought with a wince. Youji would never let him live it down and Omi would sign him up for another training course as soon as he found out.
"Yes...?" Ken replied in a small voice.
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Date: 2005-10-15 04:18 pm (UTC)Well, if your plans magically change back, we'll be there in mid-afternoon...
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Date: 2005-10-17 12:41 pm (UTC)*snicker* Poor Ken....