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maxine_chan) wrote2007-01-10 11:07 pm
maxine_chan) wrote2007-01-10 11:07 pm
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FIC: Tenipuri drabbles
So! Today I bring you...lots of Mizuki, actually. ^^;; Which was unintentional, but yay! Anyhoo, so I was doing Christmas cards which are actually turning out to be Valentine's Day cards >.> and I know some people are back at school overseas when their cards are getting sent to their home addresses (WHOOPS), so I figured I'd go ahead and post your drabbly things so that you don't have to wait god knows how long to get them. Because I know you were SO WORRIED about that and all. :P
Forsioniann:
~~Playing Go (Inui/Mizuki)~~
“There’s an 87.9% chance that you actually have no idea how to play this game.”
“Data says it’s practically the same as chess, Inui-kun. Or checkers. Or shogi.”
“Except all three of those games are entirely different,” Inui said, adjusting his glasses.
Mizuki scowled, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at the board. “I’ve seen the anime, I know how it works. I even know how to hold the pieces correctly.” He held up a white stone between two fingers, looking inordinately proud about it, and then slapped it down onto the board. “Nfu, Inui-kun.”
“Don’t move your hand yet.”
Mizuki paused, leaving his fingers where they were. “Why not?”
“There’s a 72.6% chance that if you make that move, it will disrupt your entire game and you’ll resign within the next six moves,” Inui said.
Mizuki frowned. “I don’t need your sloppy advice,” he said haughtily, but then looked down, considering. “That wasn’t where I meant to go anyway.” He slid the stone to another area of the board and then sat back in his seat, crossing his arms.
Inui smirked. “However, there’s a 91.8% chance that you’ll resign within three moves now.”
“What?” Mizuki demanded, leaning over the board again. “Why?!”
“Because I’m going to move here,” Inui said, the black stone clacking against the wood as he placed it. “Which kills your entire cluster in that corner.”
Mizuki huffed, hand going to his head as he twirled some hair. “Well,” he said after a moment. “I’m going to move here and--”
“And then I’ll move here, which effectively cuts you off yet again.”
“I wasn’t finished yet!”
“You moved your hand.”
“Well!” Mizuki scowled again, and then abruptly took a deep breath and let his face smooth over. He lifted his chin a bit. “Nfu. I don’t want to play anymore. This game is below my level of intelligence.”
Inui arched his eyebrows. “So you resign?”
“No, I just don’t want to play anymore!”
“Ah,” Inui said. “I win either way.”
Mizuki flinched. “You know, in the anime, the protagonist loses a lot of his games.”
“He wins a lot of them, too.”
“I’ll win next time!”
Inui paused as he gathered his stones together and looked up. “That’s what you said last week.”
“Data says you have to lose eventually,” Mizuki said, flicking his hair back.
“Data says you should learn how to play before challenging me again.”
“I know how to play.” Mizuki grabbed his bag, swinging it over his shoulder as he stood. “I’ll see you next week, Inui-kun,” he said, and thenstomped strode gracefully out of the salon. Once in the corridor, he flipped open his phone. “Yuuta-kun,” he barked. “Pull out that Go set your grandmother gave you. I need to become a professional level player by next week and you’re going to help me.”
Behind him, Inui chuckled. Then he called to thank Fuji for letting him borrow the Go set Yuuta hadn’t wanted.
FIN
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Forreposoir:
~~French (Mizuki/Yuuta)~~
“Yuuta-kun!” Mizuki called, throwing Yuuta’s door open with a flourish and leaning halfway into the room. “Doing homework?”
Yuuta barely spared Mizuki a glance. “Yes,” he said levelly.
Mizuki stepped further into the room, shutting the door behind him. “I came to help you study for your English exam tomorrow.”
“…” said Yuuta. He looked up after a moment, eyes narrowed. “How did you even know I had an exam?”
“I asked your teacher.”
Yuuta blinked. “Well…I don’t need help.”
“Nfu.” Mizuki arched his eyebrows, propping one hand up on his waist. “You’re in danger of failing the class, Yuuta-kun.”
Yuuta scowled. “And how did you know that?!”
“Like I said, I asked your teacher.”
“If I needed your help, I would have asked for it, Mizuki-san.”
“You never ask for my help, I always have to go out of my way to make sure you’re getting the proper assistance.”
“I don’t need proper assistance!” Yuuta said, rolling his eyes.
Mizuki sighed melodramatically. “If you didn’t want me coming in here, you should have locked the door.”
“It WAS locked!”
“Nonsense,” Mizuki said, quickly tucking a key into his pocket. “Now come on, the sooner we get through your English, the sooner you can help me with my French.”
Yuuta grumbled as he shoved some of his books off the bed to make room. “I don’t even speak French,” he said petulantly.
“Nfu, Yuuta-kun…” Mizuki twirled a lock of hair. “Who said anything about speaking it?”
FIN
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Aaand because I know she already got what I sent her :D --
Forbouncy:
~~Shopping (Fuji/Mizuki)~~
“Why do you insist on following me around?”
“I’m not following you, Fuji-kun. It’s simply a coincidence that we’re going to the same place.”
“Oh, so you’re going shopping in the women’s department, too?”
Mizuki paused for a moment, but when Fuji kept walking, he quickly moved to catch up.
“Shopping for your sister, Fuji-kun?” Mizuki asked, twirling a lock of hair around his finger.
“No,” Fuji said lightly, smiling. “I need some more shirts; I’ve outgrown a lot of my old ones.”
Mizuki faltered a bit. “…Wouldn’t it make more sense to go to the men’s department, then?”
“You insist on coming with me, I thought it’d only be polite to cater to your tastes as well.”
“Nfu. Fuji-kun, I do not shop in the--”
“This is cute,” Fuji interrupted, running his fingers down the sleeve of a lavender silk shirt. “Maybe you should try it on.” He glanced up, eyeing Mizuki’s current attire, and then grinned. “Oh, never mind, I see you have it already. My apologies.”
Mizuki scowled, crossing his arms across his chest in what was most definitely NOT a self-conscious manner. “My mother bought this shirt for me.”
“You still let your mom buy your clothes?”
“No!” Mizuki said, letting out a frustrated sound. “It was a – a birthday present!”
“Ah. Well, moving on. I’m not really interested in anything on the clearance rack anyway.” Mizuki frowned, but before he could say anything Fuji brushed past him. He breezed through the clothes stands, picking up random shirts and staring at them for a moment before tossing them to the side, Mizuki trailing after him.
“Are you seriously going to buy something from here?” Mizuki asked distastefully, his nose wrinkling. He held one shirt up with two fingers, as if it offended him or something. Then when Fuji turned away he quickly tossed it into his basket.
“I was thinking of getting this, actually.” Fuji turned around, holding up something that was probably supposed to be a skirt of some sort, but really looked more like skanky lingerie.
Mizuki choked, his cheeks going pink. “I’m…not sure that suits you,” he said faintly.
“Hmm, no?” Fuji looked down at it, considering. “You’re right.” He shoved it into Mizuki’s hands. “It’d look better on you.”
Mizuki dropped the skirt like it had burned him. “Fuji-kun!”
“Do you ladies need any help?”
Mizuki’s eyes went wide and he turned around to yell at the salesman, but Fuji quickly darted forward and covered his mouth. “We’re fine for now, thank you,” he said cheerfully, smiling. Mizuki gave him a furious look.
“Alright,” the salesman said. “If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.” He winked and then wandered off. Mizuki tore away from Fuji, practically growling.
“Fuji-kun, I do not appreciate being mistaken for a girl.”
“Well, some things can’t be helped.”
“Excuse me--”
“Come on,” Fuji interrupted, grabbing Mizuki’s wrist. “They’re having a sale in the make-up department.”
“I don’t -- Well. Alright, fine.” Mizuki scowled again. “But we’re only looking!”
Fuji winked at him. “Nfu,” he said, sticking out his tongue. Mizuki glared back.
“Shut up.”
FIN
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and forbouncy again:
~~Chess (Yukimura/Yanagi)~~
“How’s the team doing?” Yukimura moved his bishop in a diagonal line across the black-and-white squares.
“Doesn’t Genichirou keep you updated on that?” Yanagi studied the board, resting his chin on his hand.
“I feel like he doesn’t tell me everything,” Yukimura said. “Like he doesn’t want me to worry, or something ridiculous like that.”
“He worries about upsetting your health.” Yanagi pushed his rook forward.
“My health would be better if I wasn’t always wondering what was happening back at school,” Yukimura said lightly, doing a decent job of keeping the bitterness out of his voice. Yanagi noticed it anyway, but didn’t say anything.
“They’re working hard,” Yanagi said, leaning back and crossing his arms. “They want to make you proud.”
Yukimura arched an eyebrow. “But?”
Yanagi sighed. “But they’re distracted. Because they’re worried. Genichirou’s stressed and more prone to violent tendencies, Akaya can’t concentrate half the time. Niou and Yagyuu keep to themselves even more so than before.” He paused. “I think Marui and Jackal have actually improved.”
Yukimura was silent for a moment as he moved his knight. “And you?”
“Me?” Yanagi shrugged. “I watch everyone else.”
“You’re my eyes,” Yukimura said, smiling a bit.
Yanagi made a soft sound and slid his queen forward. “I’m more than that.”
“Indeed.” Yukimura moved his own queen. “Checkmate.”
“You’re the only person who ever beats me,” Yanagi said, frowning down at the board.
Yukimura smiled. “Tell Sanada I said to run twenty laps.”
“I’ll tell him, but whether or not he’ll listen is the question.”
“He’d better. Or else I’ll start keeping a running tally for when I get back.”
Yanagi stood, reaching for his bag. “That might get him moving.”
Yukimura sighed and leaned back against his pillows. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You sound so certain I’ll be here.”
Yukimura arched an eyebrow. “Like I said, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Yanagi smirked. “Right. Tomorrow.”
FIN
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And that's all I've got for today! Um, and an extremely belated MERRY CHRISTMAS to the fic receivers. ^^;; Love you all, have a good night and all that jazz. Later!
~Maxine
For
sioniann: ~~Playing Go (Inui/Mizuki)~~
“There’s an 87.9% chance that you actually have no idea how to play this game.”
“Data says it’s practically the same as chess, Inui-kun. Or checkers. Or shogi.”
“Except all three of those games are entirely different,” Inui said, adjusting his glasses.
Mizuki scowled, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at the board. “I’ve seen the anime, I know how it works. I even know how to hold the pieces correctly.” He held up a white stone between two fingers, looking inordinately proud about it, and then slapped it down onto the board. “Nfu, Inui-kun.”
“Don’t move your hand yet.”
Mizuki paused, leaving his fingers where they were. “Why not?”
“There’s a 72.6% chance that if you make that move, it will disrupt your entire game and you’ll resign within the next six moves,” Inui said.
Mizuki frowned. “I don’t need your sloppy advice,” he said haughtily, but then looked down, considering. “That wasn’t where I meant to go anyway.” He slid the stone to another area of the board and then sat back in his seat, crossing his arms.
Inui smirked. “However, there’s a 91.8% chance that you’ll resign within three moves now.”
“What?” Mizuki demanded, leaning over the board again. “Why?!”
“Because I’m going to move here,” Inui said, the black stone clacking against the wood as he placed it. “Which kills your entire cluster in that corner.”
Mizuki huffed, hand going to his head as he twirled some hair. “Well,” he said after a moment. “I’m going to move here and--”
“And then I’ll move here, which effectively cuts you off yet again.”
“I wasn’t finished yet!”
“You moved your hand.”
“Well!” Mizuki scowled again, and then abruptly took a deep breath and let his face smooth over. He lifted his chin a bit. “Nfu. I don’t want to play anymore. This game is below my level of intelligence.”
Inui arched his eyebrows. “So you resign?”
“No, I just don’t want to play anymore!”
“Ah,” Inui said. “I win either way.”
Mizuki flinched. “You know, in the anime, the protagonist loses a lot of his games.”
“He wins a lot of them, too.”
“I’ll win next time!”
Inui paused as he gathered his stones together and looked up. “That’s what you said last week.”
“Data says you have to lose eventually,” Mizuki said, flicking his hair back.
“Data says you should learn how to play before challenging me again.”
“I know how to play.” Mizuki grabbed his bag, swinging it over his shoulder as he stood. “I’ll see you next week, Inui-kun,” he said, and then
Behind him, Inui chuckled. Then he called to thank Fuji for letting him borrow the Go set Yuuta hadn’t wanted.
FIN
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For
reposoir: ~~French (Mizuki/Yuuta)~~
“Yuuta-kun!” Mizuki called, throwing Yuuta’s door open with a flourish and leaning halfway into the room. “Doing homework?”
Yuuta barely spared Mizuki a glance. “Yes,” he said levelly.
Mizuki stepped further into the room, shutting the door behind him. “I came to help you study for your English exam tomorrow.”
“…” said Yuuta. He looked up after a moment, eyes narrowed. “How did you even know I had an exam?”
“I asked your teacher.”
Yuuta blinked. “Well…I don’t need help.”
“Nfu.” Mizuki arched his eyebrows, propping one hand up on his waist. “You’re in danger of failing the class, Yuuta-kun.”
Yuuta scowled. “And how did you know that?!”
“Like I said, I asked your teacher.”
“If I needed your help, I would have asked for it, Mizuki-san.”
“You never ask for my help, I always have to go out of my way to make sure you’re getting the proper assistance.”
“I don’t need proper assistance!” Yuuta said, rolling his eyes.
Mizuki sighed melodramatically. “If you didn’t want me coming in here, you should have locked the door.”
“It WAS locked!”
“Nonsense,” Mizuki said, quickly tucking a key into his pocket. “Now come on, the sooner we get through your English, the sooner you can help me with my French.”
Yuuta grumbled as he shoved some of his books off the bed to make room. “I don’t even speak French,” he said petulantly.
“Nfu, Yuuta-kun…” Mizuki twirled a lock of hair. “Who said anything about speaking it?”
FIN
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Aaand because I know she already got what I sent her :D --
For
bouncy: ~~Shopping (Fuji/Mizuki)~~
“Why do you insist on following me around?”
“I’m not following you, Fuji-kun. It’s simply a coincidence that we’re going to the same place.”
“Oh, so you’re going shopping in the women’s department, too?”
Mizuki paused for a moment, but when Fuji kept walking, he quickly moved to catch up.
“Shopping for your sister, Fuji-kun?” Mizuki asked, twirling a lock of hair around his finger.
“No,” Fuji said lightly, smiling. “I need some more shirts; I’ve outgrown a lot of my old ones.”
Mizuki faltered a bit. “…Wouldn’t it make more sense to go to the men’s department, then?”
“You insist on coming with me, I thought it’d only be polite to cater to your tastes as well.”
“Nfu. Fuji-kun, I do not shop in the--”
“This is cute,” Fuji interrupted, running his fingers down the sleeve of a lavender silk shirt. “Maybe you should try it on.” He glanced up, eyeing Mizuki’s current attire, and then grinned. “Oh, never mind, I see you have it already. My apologies.”
Mizuki scowled, crossing his arms across his chest in what was most definitely NOT a self-conscious manner. “My mother bought this shirt for me.”
“You still let your mom buy your clothes?”
“No!” Mizuki said, letting out a frustrated sound. “It was a – a birthday present!”
“Ah. Well, moving on. I’m not really interested in anything on the clearance rack anyway.” Mizuki frowned, but before he could say anything Fuji brushed past him. He breezed through the clothes stands, picking up random shirts and staring at them for a moment before tossing them to the side, Mizuki trailing after him.
“Are you seriously going to buy something from here?” Mizuki asked distastefully, his nose wrinkling. He held one shirt up with two fingers, as if it offended him or something. Then when Fuji turned away he quickly tossed it into his basket.
“I was thinking of getting this, actually.” Fuji turned around, holding up something that was probably supposed to be a skirt of some sort, but really looked more like skanky lingerie.
Mizuki choked, his cheeks going pink. “I’m…not sure that suits you,” he said faintly.
“Hmm, no?” Fuji looked down at it, considering. “You’re right.” He shoved it into Mizuki’s hands. “It’d look better on you.”
Mizuki dropped the skirt like it had burned him. “Fuji-kun!”
“Do you ladies need any help?”
Mizuki’s eyes went wide and he turned around to yell at the salesman, but Fuji quickly darted forward and covered his mouth. “We’re fine for now, thank you,” he said cheerfully, smiling. Mizuki gave him a furious look.
“Alright,” the salesman said. “If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.” He winked and then wandered off. Mizuki tore away from Fuji, practically growling.
“Fuji-kun, I do not appreciate being mistaken for a girl.”
“Well, some things can’t be helped.”
“Excuse me--”
“Come on,” Fuji interrupted, grabbing Mizuki’s wrist. “They’re having a sale in the make-up department.”
“I don’t -- Well. Alright, fine.” Mizuki scowled again. “But we’re only looking!”
Fuji winked at him. “Nfu,” he said, sticking out his tongue. Mizuki glared back.
“Shut up.”
FIN
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and for
bouncy again:~~Chess (Yukimura/Yanagi)~~
“How’s the team doing?” Yukimura moved his bishop in a diagonal line across the black-and-white squares.
“Doesn’t Genichirou keep you updated on that?” Yanagi studied the board, resting his chin on his hand.
“I feel like he doesn’t tell me everything,” Yukimura said. “Like he doesn’t want me to worry, or something ridiculous like that.”
“He worries about upsetting your health.” Yanagi pushed his rook forward.
“My health would be better if I wasn’t always wondering what was happening back at school,” Yukimura said lightly, doing a decent job of keeping the bitterness out of his voice. Yanagi noticed it anyway, but didn’t say anything.
“They’re working hard,” Yanagi said, leaning back and crossing his arms. “They want to make you proud.”
Yukimura arched an eyebrow. “But?”
Yanagi sighed. “But they’re distracted. Because they’re worried. Genichirou’s stressed and more prone to violent tendencies, Akaya can’t concentrate half the time. Niou and Yagyuu keep to themselves even more so than before.” He paused. “I think Marui and Jackal have actually improved.”
Yukimura was silent for a moment as he moved his knight. “And you?”
“Me?” Yanagi shrugged. “I watch everyone else.”
“You’re my eyes,” Yukimura said, smiling a bit.
Yanagi made a soft sound and slid his queen forward. “I’m more than that.”
“Indeed.” Yukimura moved his own queen. “Checkmate.”
“You’re the only person who ever beats me,” Yanagi said, frowning down at the board.
Yukimura smiled. “Tell Sanada I said to run twenty laps.”
“I’ll tell him, but whether or not he’ll listen is the question.”
“He’d better. Or else I’ll start keeping a running tally for when I get back.”
Yanagi stood, reaching for his bag. “That might get him moving.”
Yukimura sighed and leaned back against his pillows. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You sound so certain I’ll be here.”
Yukimura arched an eyebrow. “Like I said, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Yanagi smirked. “Right. Tomorrow.”
FIN
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And that's all I've got for today! Um, and an extremely belated MERRY CHRISTMAS to the fic receivers. ^^;; Love you all, have a good night and all that jazz. Later!
~Maxine