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I was bored. God help you all.
New characters for me, so let me now what you think about voice and word choice. Also, if ive done something completely stupid, because, did i mention, this show is in JAPANESE?
Title: Out of Order
Fandom: Hana Kimi
Author: alianora
Rating: PG
Summery: Nakatsu desperately needs a bathroom.
The sign hung on the door - mocking him large printed letters.
He glared at it and gave it a second to Think About What It Was Doing,
but it didn't change in the slightest. It didn't even look remotely
embarrassed.
OUT OF ORDER.
Nakatsu shifted uncomfortably and looked around. He was getting
desperate. This was getting to emergency level need, complete with
red flashing lights and sirens.
There was nothing around. No other buildings, no trees, not even a car tire.
He couldn't hold it. He wouldn't make it all the way back to campus.
Ok. No problem. He put his hands on his hips and nodded firmly at no
one. Nakatsu is secure enough in his masculinity to use the women's
toilet.
Yes.
Of course.
And any second now, he would step through that door into the empty
women's toilet, and he would use it.
Nakatsu nodded firmly again, because it had felt so good the first time.
Right.
In we go.
Clapping one hand over his eyes, he burst into the ladies room,
proclaiming, "I'msosorryI'mnotlookingIjustreallyhavetoPEE."
Silence was his only answer. It was echo-y in his scolding of him.
Nakatsu peeked from between his fingers and examined his surroundings.
It looked...like a bathroom. He dropped his hand from his face in
confusion. Shouldn't the women's toilet have roses or flowers or seas
of perfume or naked women or something?
On the whole, Nakatsu was rather disappointed. There should at least
be fountains or fruit or lacy things draped on the stalls.
Oh well. He shrugged to himself and promptly lost himself in the joy
of release safely hidden within the non lacy stall. Ahh. He could
feel all the stress draining out of him. Well...stress or pee or
whatever.
He was about to zip up when he heard the door to the bathroom crack open.
Nakatsu froze.
There was a female in the bathroom. The women's bathroom. Where he
was. As a man.
At the thought of being a man, he couldn't help himself. He struck a
pose. Promptly knocking his elbow against the wall, where he doubled
over in an effort to keep himself from swearing in pain.
The footsteps faltered at the slight sound. Then slowly continued.
Into the stall directly beside Nakatsu's.
Nakatsu's mouth hung open for a second, and then he promptly clapped
his hands over his ears. He couldn't listen to a woman in the
bathroom! It wasn't right! His mother would know somehow and come
and kill him.
If he hadn't been so focused on keeping her from noticing that there
was a male in the women's toilet, he would have begun humming to help
keep him from overhearing...anything.
The toilet finally flushed, and he let out a soundless sigh of relief.
Just another couple of seconds...
Footsteps again, and then a soft sigh came from where he imagined the
non-flowered, boring white sink was.
Wait a second. He knew that sigh. He had memorized that sigh.
He carefully opened the stall door the tiniest amount.
There, standing at the counter, looking at himself in the mirror, was
someone he knew very well.
"Mizuki!" Nakatsu burst out of the stall in excitement.
Mizuki yelled, jumping a solid meter into the air and very nearly
braining himself on the hand dryer.
"Nakatsu?!" He asked, eyes wide with shock. Mizuki clutched the neck
of his shirt. "What are you doing in the women's toilet?"
"Same as you, I suppose," he answered cheerfully, making his way over
to wash his hands. "Out of Order sign on the men's," he posed again,
"And I really couldn't hold it. Thought for sure you were a female
and I was about to be in big trouble."
Mizuki stared at him. "Right," he said, rather weakly. "Out of
order. Female. Trouble."
"But! It was you! Which is good, because I'm hungry." Nakatsu
bounded over to the door. "Ready?"
"Uh. Sure."
Nakatsu grinned happily at the door. How very informative this
bathroom trip had been! He had learned the women's toilets looked
depressingly like the men's, AND he had found Mizuki! Mentally, he
built them a lovely house to share with matching bathrooms.
"Nakatsu? Your fly is undone."
Crap.
END
Title: Girls Like This
Fandom: Hana Yori Dango
Author: alianora
Rating: PG
Summery: Soujiroh/Yuki, more or less
It wasn't until the party was breaking up that Soujiroh started getting nervous.
Makino had badgered and bugged him into bringing Yuki-chan, even
though Soujiroh really didn't think she'd have any fun or like any of
the people there at all. They weren't like her. They were shallow
and drank a lot and most of the girls giggled whenever he spoke.
It wasn't like he left her ALONE, exactly, he had just gotten caught
up with a few girls who were showing a little too much leg, and he'd
somehow ended up on the other side of the estate from her.
He'd been looking for her for almost an hour, and with the dwindling
number of people, he would've thought she would've been easier to
find.
Makino would kill him if he lost her best friend.
He rounded a rose bush in the garden and stopped dead in his tracks at
what he saw. Yuki-chan was there, head tilted back as she laughed,
one side of her shawl sliding down her arm, revealing more of her
shoulder than he had realized when he picked her up. A champagne
glass was gestured, and she laughed again, the sound sliding down his
spine in a way a high pitched giggle never could.
She looked..happy. She didn't look like she had even noticed he was gone.
She looked very cozy, too, standing a hairsbreadth too close to the
man she was talking to. A man with a wicked smile and a gleam in his
eye that Soujiroh knew entirely too well.
A gleam that said he had plans for this girl, this night.
Soujiroh stiffened with irritation. He had brought Yuki here, he
would be the one to take her home.
He rolled his shoulders as she laughed again. Had she always laughed
like that? Her eyes crinkled at the corners, and her mouth was open.
She should've looked out of place. She should've been attracting
sneers and negative attention.
She looked perfect.
Soujiroh started forward.
END
Would be loving prompts for Hana Kimi, HYD, Gokusen, or Summer Snow, iffen you wants to play.
New characters for me, so let me now what you think about voice and word choice. Also, if ive done something completely stupid, because, did i mention, this show is in JAPANESE?
Title: Out of Order
Fandom: Hana Kimi
Author: alianora
Rating: PG
Summery: Nakatsu desperately needs a bathroom.
The sign hung on the door - mocking him large printed letters.
He glared at it and gave it a second to Think About What It Was Doing,
but it didn't change in the slightest. It didn't even look remotely
embarrassed.
OUT OF ORDER.
Nakatsu shifted uncomfortably and looked around. He was getting
desperate. This was getting to emergency level need, complete with
red flashing lights and sirens.
There was nothing around. No other buildings, no trees, not even a car tire.
He couldn't hold it. He wouldn't make it all the way back to campus.
Ok. No problem. He put his hands on his hips and nodded firmly at no
one. Nakatsu is secure enough in his masculinity to use the women's
toilet.
Yes.
Of course.
And any second now, he would step through that door into the empty
women's toilet, and he would use it.
Nakatsu nodded firmly again, because it had felt so good the first time.
Right.
In we go.
Clapping one hand over his eyes, he burst into the ladies room,
proclaiming, "I'msosorryI'mnotlookingIjustreallyhavetoPEE."
Silence was his only answer. It was echo-y in his scolding of him.
Nakatsu peeked from between his fingers and examined his surroundings.
It looked...like a bathroom. He dropped his hand from his face in
confusion. Shouldn't the women's toilet have roses or flowers or seas
of perfume or naked women or something?
On the whole, Nakatsu was rather disappointed. There should at least
be fountains or fruit or lacy things draped on the stalls.
Oh well. He shrugged to himself and promptly lost himself in the joy
of release safely hidden within the non lacy stall. Ahh. He could
feel all the stress draining out of him. Well...stress or pee or
whatever.
He was about to zip up when he heard the door to the bathroom crack open.
Nakatsu froze.
There was a female in the bathroom. The women's bathroom. Where he
was. As a man.
At the thought of being a man, he couldn't help himself. He struck a
pose. Promptly knocking his elbow against the wall, where he doubled
over in an effort to keep himself from swearing in pain.
The footsteps faltered at the slight sound. Then slowly continued.
Into the stall directly beside Nakatsu's.
Nakatsu's mouth hung open for a second, and then he promptly clapped
his hands over his ears. He couldn't listen to a woman in the
bathroom! It wasn't right! His mother would know somehow and come
and kill him.
If he hadn't been so focused on keeping her from noticing that there
was a male in the women's toilet, he would have begun humming to help
keep him from overhearing...anything.
The toilet finally flushed, and he let out a soundless sigh of relief.
Just another couple of seconds...
Footsteps again, and then a soft sigh came from where he imagined the
non-flowered, boring white sink was.
Wait a second. He knew that sigh. He had memorized that sigh.
He carefully opened the stall door the tiniest amount.
There, standing at the counter, looking at himself in the mirror, was
someone he knew very well.
"Mizuki!" Nakatsu burst out of the stall in excitement.
Mizuki yelled, jumping a solid meter into the air and very nearly
braining himself on the hand dryer.
"Nakatsu?!" He asked, eyes wide with shock. Mizuki clutched the neck
of his shirt. "What are you doing in the women's toilet?"
"Same as you, I suppose," he answered cheerfully, making his way over
to wash his hands. "Out of Order sign on the men's," he posed again,
"And I really couldn't hold it. Thought for sure you were a female
and I was about to be in big trouble."
Mizuki stared at him. "Right," he said, rather weakly. "Out of
order. Female. Trouble."
"But! It was you! Which is good, because I'm hungry." Nakatsu
bounded over to the door. "Ready?"
"Uh. Sure."
Nakatsu grinned happily at the door. How very informative this
bathroom trip had been! He had learned the women's toilets looked
depressingly like the men's, AND he had found Mizuki! Mentally, he
built them a lovely house to share with matching bathrooms.
"Nakatsu? Your fly is undone."
Crap.
END
Title: Girls Like This
Fandom: Hana Yori Dango
Author: alianora
Rating: PG
Summery: Soujiroh/Yuki, more or less
It wasn't until the party was breaking up that Soujiroh started getting nervous.
Makino had badgered and bugged him into bringing Yuki-chan, even
though Soujiroh really didn't think she'd have any fun or like any of
the people there at all. They weren't like her. They were shallow
and drank a lot and most of the girls giggled whenever he spoke.
It wasn't like he left her ALONE, exactly, he had just gotten caught
up with a few girls who were showing a little too much leg, and he'd
somehow ended up on the other side of the estate from her.
He'd been looking for her for almost an hour, and with the dwindling
number of people, he would've thought she would've been easier to
find.
Makino would kill him if he lost her best friend.
He rounded a rose bush in the garden and stopped dead in his tracks at
what he saw. Yuki-chan was there, head tilted back as she laughed,
one side of her shawl sliding down her arm, revealing more of her
shoulder than he had realized when he picked her up. A champagne
glass was gestured, and she laughed again, the sound sliding down his
spine in a way a high pitched giggle never could.
She looked..happy. She didn't look like she had even noticed he was gone.
She looked very cozy, too, standing a hairsbreadth too close to the
man she was talking to. A man with a wicked smile and a gleam in his
eye that Soujiroh knew entirely too well.
A gleam that said he had plans for this girl, this night.
Soujiroh stiffened with irritation. He had brought Yuki here, he
would be the one to take her home.
He rolled his shoulders as she laughed again. Had she always laughed
like that? Her eyes crinkled at the corners, and her mouth was open.
She should've looked out of place. She should've been attracting
sneers and negative attention.
She looked perfect.
Soujiroh started forward.
END
Would be loving prompts for Hana Kimi, HYD, Gokusen, or Summer Snow, iffen you wants to play.