More "Apple Pie"
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sakon76As suggested by Seshat.... [eg]
Twenty Mensou perched atop a building opposite the Clamp Campus Museum, surveying the scene below him. Policemen scurried about like ants, watchful for his move. Well, it was only fair that there were so many, he supposed... any less and they wouldn't have a sporting chance of stopping him. Kobayashi, of course, was directing the attempt. Twenty Mensou smiled a small smile. He would so hate to deprive his neighbor of his life's work.
Twenty Mensou checked his grappling gun one last time and knelt, left eye squeezing shut as he took aim....
A trilling going up a musical scale broke the quiet.
Twenty Mensou ducked back behind the roof's air conditioning unit, hands scrabbling for the cellular phone that was playing (at Nokoru's insistence) "Peony Pink." Finally finding it, he pulled his mask off as he pressed the "talk" button.
"Ijyuin Akira," he said softly into the mouthpiece.
"Ijyuin-san," an equally soft voice replied, "I'm sorry to disturb you."
"Sumeragi-san?" Akira asked, surprised. He could hear, faintly, the sounds of yells from the street below. He hoped the call hadn't given him away, but he so rarely got calls this late in the evening that he hadn't bothered turning it off.... "How can I help you?"
The Sumeragi sighed softly. "I need to ask for a favor...."
*
Akira excused himself from the office just before two in the afternoon. Nokoru waved at him as he left, Suoh gave a calm nod. He usually didn't teach on Tuesdays, but today he'd made an exception.
Both of his students were waiting for him in the classroom when he arrived. "Hello!" he said immediately, trying to put them at ease. "I'm Ijyuin Akira. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Watari Yutaka!" the taller, older one said. He spoke with an odd Osaka accent, but seemed very friendly. In fact, he reminded Akira just a bit of Nokoru. "Thank you for agreeing to teach us, Ijyuin-sensei." The small fluffy owl perched on the shoulder of his labcoat hooted and flapped her wings. "Oh, and this is 003!"
"It's nice to meet you, Watari-san, 003-san," Akira replied, smiling. "It's nothing, really. It's a pleasure to be able to help friends of Sumeragi-san."
The younger man, almost just a boy, really, was staring at Akira with wide green eyes. "You really mean that, don't you?" he asked incredulously.
"Of course," Akira replied. "Sumeragi-san is a great person and I'm honored that he thought I could help you."
The teenager shook his head slowly, as if dazed, then introduced himself. "I'm Kurosaki Hisoka. Thank you very much for teaching us." He kept his hands in his pockets, Akira noticed, not offering to shake hands, unlike the ebullient Watari-san.
"So," Akira said, sitting down on a stool, facing his students, "what kind of apple pie do you want to learn to make?"
"Kind...?" Kurosaki asked.
Akira nodded. "Sweet, savory...?" he questioned.
Watari looked at Kurosaki. "What do you think, Bon?"
"Sweet, I think...." Kurosaki looked back up at Akira. "But not too sweet!"
"Just sweet enough that it's perfect ala mode?" Akira guessed.
Kurosaki nodded.
"Well, then, let's get started!" Akira beamed.
Twenty Mensou perched atop a building opposite the Clamp Campus Museum, surveying the scene below him. Policemen scurried about like ants, watchful for his move. Well, it was only fair that there were so many, he supposed... any less and they wouldn't have a sporting chance of stopping him. Kobayashi, of course, was directing the attempt. Twenty Mensou smiled a small smile. He would so hate to deprive his neighbor of his life's work.
Twenty Mensou checked his grappling gun one last time and knelt, left eye squeezing shut as he took aim....
A trilling going up a musical scale broke the quiet.
Twenty Mensou ducked back behind the roof's air conditioning unit, hands scrabbling for the cellular phone that was playing (at Nokoru's insistence) "Peony Pink." Finally finding it, he pulled his mask off as he pressed the "talk" button.
"Ijyuin Akira," he said softly into the mouthpiece.
"Ijyuin-san," an equally soft voice replied, "I'm sorry to disturb you."
"Sumeragi-san?" Akira asked, surprised. He could hear, faintly, the sounds of yells from the street below. He hoped the call hadn't given him away, but he so rarely got calls this late in the evening that he hadn't bothered turning it off.... "How can I help you?"
The Sumeragi sighed softly. "I need to ask for a favor...."
*
Akira excused himself from the office just before two in the afternoon. Nokoru waved at him as he left, Suoh gave a calm nod. He usually didn't teach on Tuesdays, but today he'd made an exception.
Both of his students were waiting for him in the classroom when he arrived. "Hello!" he said immediately, trying to put them at ease. "I'm Ijyuin Akira. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Watari Yutaka!" the taller, older one said. He spoke with an odd Osaka accent, but seemed very friendly. In fact, he reminded Akira just a bit of Nokoru. "Thank you for agreeing to teach us, Ijyuin-sensei." The small fluffy owl perched on the shoulder of his labcoat hooted and flapped her wings. "Oh, and this is 003!"
"It's nice to meet you, Watari-san, 003-san," Akira replied, smiling. "It's nothing, really. It's a pleasure to be able to help friends of Sumeragi-san."
The younger man, almost just a boy, really, was staring at Akira with wide green eyes. "You really mean that, don't you?" he asked incredulously.
"Of course," Akira replied. "Sumeragi-san is a great person and I'm honored that he thought I could help you."
The teenager shook his head slowly, as if dazed, then introduced himself. "I'm Kurosaki Hisoka. Thank you very much for teaching us." He kept his hands in his pockets, Akira noticed, not offering to shake hands, unlike the ebullient Watari-san.
"So," Akira said, sitting down on a stool, facing his students, "what kind of apple pie do you want to learn to make?"
"Kind...?" Kurosaki asked.
Akira nodded. "Sweet, savory...?" he questioned.
Watari looked at Kurosaki. "What do you think, Bon?"
"Sweet, I think...." Kurosaki looked back up at Akira. "But not too sweet!"
"Just sweet enough that it's perfect ala mode?" Akira guessed.
Kurosaki nodded.
"Well, then, let's get started!" Akira beamed.
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Date: 2003-08-28 07:09 am (UTC)I love how you write these little crossovers. It just seems so *natural* for all these characters to be coexisting!
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Date: 2003-08-28 11:21 am (UTC)As to natural, I just make sure I pick series that don't contradict one another's existence.
Anou...
Date: 2003-08-29 07:08 am (UTC)Would Akira really carry a cellphone when he's about to make a hit? I realize that "Twenty Masks" isn't exactly known for its stunningly realistic portrayals of crime, but that strikes me as an unneccesary risk for a gentleman thief. Cellphones calls can be traced, someone could hear the ringing and give away the game, and if a call took him away from a strike, that would mean he'd be letting down his "audience."
Maybe Akira could forget he'd had the cellphone on him, and be startled when it rings? Or perhaps he could be on his way home from a job, and his mothers could pounce on him and tell him the Sumeragi had been trying to call?
Re: Anou...
Date: 2003-08-29 10:57 am (UTC)