[fic][HikaGo] drabbles
Apr. 11th, 2008 08:37 pmParticipated in a drabble challenge tonight for
kifu_archive.
Spirited Away, prompt from
aishuu
As a child, he was stolen by an apparition that shouldn't have existed. His heart was lost, his soul wasn't his own, and for three years he lived a life in another world.
When his captor disappeared, Hikaru went back to the "real world." The world other people inhabited, with tests and homework and eventually marriage, taxes, and death. He dully thought that death sounded the most appealing of the three.
Then an emissary from that other world appeared, showing him the way back.
"Did you know," Touya asked him, years later, "I once worked at a bathhouse?"
Wasted Time, prompt from
lanerose
Hiroyuki finds Seiji at the end of the conference. He strides into the bar where the bartender wordlessly polishes endless whiskey glasses.
Seiji usually doesn't drink (cheap) whiskey, but sometimes he needs the burn.
"Come on, Ogata-san," Hiroyuki chides, signing the tab over to their room and slinging Seiji's arm over his shoulders, hauling him to his feet. "Time for bed."
In the elevator up to the thirteenth floor (because the Japanese have superstitions about the number four, not thirteen) Seiji presses his mouth against Hiroyuki's, deciding he's not going to waste any more time.
Potatoes, prompt by
mmmdraco
Potatoes, Hikaru firmly believes, are one of the divine foods. They make French fries from them, after all. And... he doesn't know what else they're used for. But for French fries alone, he admits them to his pantheon.
He reverently sets a potato on his shrine to Sai, with the thought that he hopes there are French fries in the afterlife. Sai was always curious, whenever they went to NcDonald's, about why Hikaru liked them so much.
After a brief prayer, he goes back to his book, commiserating fully as Rincewind stuffs The Luggage full of potatoes.
Spirited Away, prompt from
As a child, he was stolen by an apparition that shouldn't have existed. His heart was lost, his soul wasn't his own, and for three years he lived a life in another world.
When his captor disappeared, Hikaru went back to the "real world." The world other people inhabited, with tests and homework and eventually marriage, taxes, and death. He dully thought that death sounded the most appealing of the three.
Then an emissary from that other world appeared, showing him the way back.
"Did you know," Touya asked him, years later, "I once worked at a bathhouse?"
Wasted Time, prompt from
Hiroyuki finds Seiji at the end of the conference. He strides into the bar where the bartender wordlessly polishes endless whiskey glasses.
Seiji usually doesn't drink (cheap) whiskey, but sometimes he needs the burn.
"Come on, Ogata-san," Hiroyuki chides, signing the tab over to their room and slinging Seiji's arm over his shoulders, hauling him to his feet. "Time for bed."
In the elevator up to the thirteenth floor (because the Japanese have superstitions about the number four, not thirteen) Seiji presses his mouth against Hiroyuki's, deciding he's not going to waste any more time.
Potatoes, prompt by
Potatoes, Hikaru firmly believes, are one of the divine foods. They make French fries from them, after all. And... he doesn't know what else they're used for. But for French fries alone, he admits them to his pantheon.
He reverently sets a potato on his shrine to Sai, with the thought that he hopes there are French fries in the afterlife. Sai was always curious, whenever they went to NcDonald's, about why Hikaru liked them so much.
After a brief prayer, he goes back to his book, commiserating fully as Rincewind stuffs The Luggage full of potatoes.
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Date: 2008-04-12 03:51 am (UTC)