[Drabble] Demand (Metafandom)
Title: Demand
Characters: Assorted PoT and HnG muses
Word count: 521
Rating/Warnings: Gen
Summary: The Writer demands her due.
Author's Notes: Random commemorative piece for White Day.
Empty. Completely empty. No hidden chocolate treats, no chocolate-covered almonds, not even chocolate milk. Glaring around her bedroom, the Writer decided she'd better confront her muses. She opened her door and walked out into the living room, where she saw most of them gathered around a goban watching a go game with varying degrees of interest.
The Writer cleared her throat. "Ahem."
Quite a few pairs of eyes looked up at her, and even Hikaru and Akira paused in their game to pay attention.
"As far as I know, you are all male, is that not so?" said the Writer.
Hikaru grinned and made a motion towards his pants to check, which made Waya giggle and Isumi hide his face. Akira merely pretended he couldn't see anything. The Tenipuri muses snickered amongst themselves.
"I am female, am I not?" the Writer said. This time all of the muses nodded or made other gestures of assent. The last time someone tried to answer in the negative he had not been treated kindly, and the muses did not want to see another muse die. The female Yanagi had not been liked, but no one had actually expected the Writer to kill her when she'd retorted with a reply that had been too acidic for general consumption.
"You are all familiar with the concept of giri-choco, are you not?" said the Writer, and Tezuka was the first muse to blanch. Two seconds later, Isumi did too, and the two muses shared a look before nodding at each other, standing up, and disappearing from sight. The Writer let them go for now. If they were escaping her wrath, they'd regret it later.
"But you didn't get us anything for Valentine's Day," Fuji said.
Noticing the look on the Writer's face, Eiji edged away from Fuji. "Sorry, Fuji, you're on your own for this one, nya," he murmured, hiding behind Saeki, who patted his head.
"Fuji Shuusuke," the Writer said, as if speaking to a small and perhaps somewhat dim child, "In case someone has forgotten to educate you, giri-choco is usually given to your superiors. In the case of a muse-writer relationship, I am the superior, and am not obliged to give you anything, whereas you should have prepared something."
Fuji smiled. "My apologies for the oversight. Will kisses do?"
The Writer glared at him. "No, I will not take wasabi-flavored chocolate or anything you've made. Do that baking stuff to Tezuka or Eiji ("Hey!" Eiji protested) or whoever else you would like to inflict. As much as I dislike writing Mizuki or Kirihara, I know you dislike being around them even more."
Fuji was saved from replying by the reappearance of Tezuka and Isumi, both carrying small baskets.
"From all of the muses," Tezuka explained. Hikaru opened his mouth, but Isumi stepped on Hikaru's foot discreetly.
Raising one eyebrow at the two muses, the Writer accepted the baskets. Isumi helpfully made sure the tag attached to the basket he held was visible. The Writer opened the tag, curious.
Finest muse chocolates! Satisfy your writer's ego with these muse chocolates, guaranteed to make any writer happy on White Day! Calorie-free. All your writer needs is an active imagination! R-rated kit sold separately.
"And?" the Writer said, raising an eyebrow.
Tezuka made a discreet gesture towards the baskets, and the Writer looked carefully at the boxes inside. Two regular boxes, and one with discreet red trim. She noted the R label affixed to the red box.
Finally. Mollified, the Writer nodded and smiled. "I knew there was a reason why I worked with you two the most," she said.
Characters: Assorted PoT and HnG muses
Word count: 521
Rating/Warnings: Gen
Summary: The Writer demands her due.
Author's Notes: Random commemorative piece for White Day.
Empty. Completely empty. No hidden chocolate treats, no chocolate-covered almonds, not even chocolate milk. Glaring around her bedroom, the Writer decided she'd better confront her muses. She opened her door and walked out into the living room, where she saw most of them gathered around a goban watching a go game with varying degrees of interest.
The Writer cleared her throat. "Ahem."
Quite a few pairs of eyes looked up at her, and even Hikaru and Akira paused in their game to pay attention.
"As far as I know, you are all male, is that not so?" said the Writer.
Hikaru grinned and made a motion towards his pants to check, which made Waya giggle and Isumi hide his face. Akira merely pretended he couldn't see anything. The Tenipuri muses snickered amongst themselves.
"I am female, am I not?" the Writer said. This time all of the muses nodded or made other gestures of assent. The last time someone tried to answer in the negative he had not been treated kindly, and the muses did not want to see another muse die. The female Yanagi had not been liked, but no one had actually expected the Writer to kill her when she'd retorted with a reply that had been too acidic for general consumption.
"You are all familiar with the concept of giri-choco, are you not?" said the Writer, and Tezuka was the first muse to blanch. Two seconds later, Isumi did too, and the two muses shared a look before nodding at each other, standing up, and disappearing from sight. The Writer let them go for now. If they were escaping her wrath, they'd regret it later.
"But you didn't get us anything for Valentine's Day," Fuji said.
Noticing the look on the Writer's face, Eiji edged away from Fuji. "Sorry, Fuji, you're on your own for this one, nya," he murmured, hiding behind Saeki, who patted his head.
"Fuji Shuusuke," the Writer said, as if speaking to a small and perhaps somewhat dim child, "In case someone has forgotten to educate you, giri-choco is usually given to your superiors. In the case of a muse-writer relationship, I am the superior, and am not obliged to give you anything, whereas you should have prepared something."
Fuji smiled. "My apologies for the oversight. Will kisses do?"
The Writer glared at him. "No, I will not take wasabi-flavored chocolate or anything you've made. Do that baking stuff to Tezuka or Eiji ("Hey!" Eiji protested) or whoever else you would like to inflict. As much as I dislike writing Mizuki or Kirihara, I know you dislike being around them even more."
Fuji was saved from replying by the reappearance of Tezuka and Isumi, both carrying small baskets.
"From all of the muses," Tezuka explained. Hikaru opened his mouth, but Isumi stepped on Hikaru's foot discreetly.
Raising one eyebrow at the two muses, the Writer accepted the baskets. Isumi helpfully made sure the tag attached to the basket he held was visible. The Writer opened the tag, curious.
Finest muse chocolates! Satisfy your writer's ego with these muse chocolates, guaranteed to make any writer happy on White Day! Calorie-free. All your writer needs is an active imagination! R-rated kit sold separately.
"And?" the Writer said, raising an eyebrow.
Tezuka made a discreet gesture towards the baskets, and the Writer looked carefully at the boxes inside. Two regular boxes, and one with discreet red trim. She noted the R label affixed to the red box.
Finally. Mollified, the Writer nodded and smiled. "I knew there was a reason why I worked with you two the most," she said.