WTF MIA!
So yeah, I've been gone for . . . a while. Life kinda took off without me, and it didn't help that I got addicted to a stupid MMORPG along the way. Le sigh. It seems I missed some birthdays, but never fear, I come with presents!
You're 21 now, right? Here is an appropriate fic just for the occation.
Title: Azn Glow
Disclaimer: Don't own AD:JL and for all you impressionable young minds out there reading this, alcohol is something for 21 year olds and overs only. NO EXCEPTIONS! Oh yeah, no beta either.
000
Jake giggles, hiccups, then slumps ungracefully onto Rose’s shoulder. She wrinkles her nose at the pungent smell of his whiskey laced breath. There’s a faint tint of blush on his cheeks, but his body has yet to turn a striking shade of bright red. Asian Glow . . . that’s the term for it, or something like that. Rose briefly remembers the subject surfacing in conversation a while back. Jake, being his cavalier self, proclaimed that he -unlike his unfortunate yellow brothers- was immune to the genetic defect that turned a large portion of the Asian population into red-faced one-shot-wonders. This posed Rose to wonder how anyone could be immune to genetic defect much less a genetic mutation. His proclamation also seemed to bring on a bizarre drinking contest where Spud found himself on an endless marry-go-round ride on Coney Island and Fu Dog managed to drink everyone under the table. A story none of the core four like to discuss.
“Hey . . . Rose.” He half whispers, half slurs into her neck, “where’s mah drink?”
In the trash, with all the other ones she cleverly confiscated from him, only to find him holding another one in his hand, as if he had a magical potion to have them keep appearing if his hand was bottle-less for more than five seconds. Actually, that wouldn’t surprise her if he did.
“It’s somewhere around here,” she reassures him. The last thing she wants is a drunk dragon hiccupping fire all over her. Hot breath to keep her hands warm is one thing, but singed hair is a no, just no.
“Hey,” he says, snaking his arms around her waist and grasping her a little tighter than is comfortable, “Am I red?” Sigh, so much for confidence in his bold statements.
“Not yet,” she smiles and pats him on the head knowingly.
“Mmm,” he snuggles into her side, then, “that means I get another drink!”
“Yeah, uh huh. Sure Mr. I don’t get the Asian Glow,” she manages to roll her eyes for the umpteenth time that night.
He straightens up and looks her squarely in the eye, well, the best he can do without swaying too much. “But I don’t have the Asian Glow! Do I look red to you?”
“Um, yeah. Need a mirror to see that flushed face of yours?” She sighs, not noticing his smile turning brighter by the second.
“The reason why I turn red isn’t because of the alcohol,” he tells her frankly, “the reason I turn red is because I’m with you.”
Her lips form into the shape of an “O” but no sound comes out. She quickly takes a swig of her drink and wonders if her checks are as pink as his.
000
Turned out a little bit more romantic than I wanted it to be, but I think it works. XD
Yes, I know, Homecoming was a horrible tragedy but now I've moved past the anger stage and am now in the accepting stage. No more star-crossed lovers, betrayals and lies, but now we have a broken heart that needs mending, and that means lots of angsty!Jake fanfic. I'm hopeful about the fact that Jake and entourage still remember about the Huntsclan and Rose, which opens the doors for endless possibilities of new storylines. I haven't had a chance to see any new fanfic since Love Cruse, so I will be interested to see what everyone is writing about. Hopefully this little post Homecoming fic will cheer you up some. XD
Oh yeah, I know nothing of Hong Kong, so if my assumptions are totally off, my apologies. Enjoy!
Title: Middle Kingdom
Disclamer: I don't own AD:JL. Spoilers for Homecoming. No beta which means inappropriate tense changes. BEWARE!
000
If he had to pin point the differences between New York and Hong Kong, there wouldn’t be many accept for the obvious 1. Everyone here was Asian, and the painfully obvious 2. It was hot! And it wasn’t the nice kind of the-air-conditioning-is-too-expensive-to-run-go-outside-and-play-in-the-fire-hydrant hot, it was the time-to-get-battered-and-deep-fried-then-slow-cooked-until-you-are-a-mushy-flesh-bag kind of hot. Ironically, the temperature wasn’t that bad, it was the stupid, annoying humidity. The kind that liked to kick him in the balls then run away laughing, only to return and suffocate his lungs from the inside out. Forget the Dark Dragon, this damn climate was his new arch enemy.
Jake steps into the beating sun and shifts uncomfortably in his sweat soaked shirt, staring at the sea of pedestrians that look exactly like him, never mind his clothes, hair style and attitude. Black-haired and flat-faced or not, he screams American and they see him from a mile away. The sea parts around him as some passersby stare, some scoff and others outright don’t care as they hurry along the sidewalk lost in their own little world of worries and obligations. It doesn’t phase him. He’s used to this behavior: doesn’t quite fit in at home, doesn’t fit in here. Being a magical protector doesn’t help matters either. But right now wallowing about his social recognition isn’t what is important. First and forth most he needs to find an air-conditioned hotel room and a nice cold shower. He turns to look up directions in his cell phone, thinking it was a mistake to jump out of the shade before he knew where he was going, only to smack into an unsuspecting school girl, clearly too absorbed in her book and not paying attention to where she was walking. The collision presses Jake’s damp shirt even closer to his skin. He winces in irritation as papers, books, his cell phone and blonde hair go flying. Wait, blonde?
“” the girl apologies in Cantonese with a thick American accent. Jake recognizes the voice immediately. Rose. He stares dumbfounded at the woman he used to love. Still loves. He’s not sure, it’s been so long. She struggles to grab up her books and papers before they are trampled by the busy feet of sideway traffic in her short skirt and tailored sailor top with a ridiculous maroon bow in the place of a tie. Right, they wear school uniforms over here, Jake thinks to himself as he remembers how to move and helps her collect the books. Thoughts of air-conditioned rooms and cold showers evaporate into the scalding heat. His checks are now red for a completely different reason.
“It’s ok,” he tells her in English. Her head snaps up in surprise and she looks at him hopefully. She looks the same, almost. Her hair is shorter, her face is thinner and her smile seems brighter than before. She looks happier now. A life only he remembers never tarnished her beautiful soul.
“You’re American!?” she says, almost excitedly. Jake can’t help but smile. Her brow furrows and she sizes him up as she hands him back his phone. For an instant, their hands touch. “You look familiar,” she tells him as if she wants him to agree with her. “Where do I know you from?”
“Uhhh . . .” he stumbles over his own words. You used to love me he wants to say to her, we used to be enemies but then we fell in love, but he says nothing.
“I know!” Her face lights up, just like it used to when they fought side by side, “I bumped into you just like this before I left New York for here!”
“Oh yeah,” Jake pretends to remember the incident.
“So what are you doing here?” Rose asks as she stands up to dust off her skirt that shouldn’t be allowed for school girls to wear.
“Visiting family.” A lie. Lao Shi sent him over to investigate the recent disappearance of Fu Dog. He couldn’t tell her that, even if she did used to know all about his magical side. Jake struggles with the fact that she is a completely different person now.
“Oh cool! Well sorry for colliding into you, you must need to get going to meet up with your family.”
“Actually, my flight got bumped up, so I have a few hours to kill before I have to meet up with anyone.” Another lie, but can’t let her slip away again. He has to see her, no, he wants to see her. He wants to take her into his embrace and tell her how much he missed her, but he crushes down the desire with all his might.
“Really? Hey! Would you like some boba? My treat since I smacked into you and probably scuffed up your phone,” she smiles nervously, hoping he won’t take offence to her accidentally adding some extra scratches to his ancient calling device that is in dire need of an upgrade.
“It’s cool. I was planning on getting a new one. The phones here are way better.” Her posture relaxes and she smiles sweetly again.
“Right you are,” she giggles, then “Come on, my favorite tea house is just down the street,” she grabs his hand and suddenly Jake finds himself moving through the crowd. “They have the best boba ever, you won’t be disappointed.”
Maybe, he thinks to himself. He really shouldn’t be hanging out with her, he is only setting himself up for a huge let down. He tells himself that after seeing her a bit it will all be ok. He wonders how many more lies his heart can take. As soon as they started running, they come to an immediate halt, pulling Jake out of his abstraction.
“Sorry.” She turns to him and smiles and suddenly he realizes that as long as she is smiling, everything is as it should be.
000
Happy belated birthdays ladies! XD
You're 21 now, right? Here is an appropriate fic just for the occation.
Title: Azn Glow
Disclaimer: Don't own AD:JL and for all you impressionable young minds out there reading this, alcohol is something for 21 year olds and overs only. NO EXCEPTIONS! Oh yeah, no beta either.
000
Jake giggles, hiccups, then slumps ungracefully onto Rose’s shoulder. She wrinkles her nose at the pungent smell of his whiskey laced breath. There’s a faint tint of blush on his cheeks, but his body has yet to turn a striking shade of bright red. Asian Glow . . . that’s the term for it, or something like that. Rose briefly remembers the subject surfacing in conversation a while back. Jake, being his cavalier self, proclaimed that he -unlike his unfortunate yellow brothers- was immune to the genetic defect that turned a large portion of the Asian population into red-faced one-shot-wonders. This posed Rose to wonder how anyone could be immune to genetic defect much less a genetic mutation. His proclamation also seemed to bring on a bizarre drinking contest where Spud found himself on an endless marry-go-round ride on Coney Island and Fu Dog managed to drink everyone under the table. A story none of the core four like to discuss.
“Hey . . . Rose.” He half whispers, half slurs into her neck, “where’s mah drink?”
In the trash, with all the other ones she cleverly confiscated from him, only to find him holding another one in his hand, as if he had a magical potion to have them keep appearing if his hand was bottle-less for more than five seconds. Actually, that wouldn’t surprise her if he did.
“It’s somewhere around here,” she reassures him. The last thing she wants is a drunk dragon hiccupping fire all over her. Hot breath to keep her hands warm is one thing, but singed hair is a no, just no.
“Hey,” he says, snaking his arms around her waist and grasping her a little tighter than is comfortable, “Am I red?” Sigh, so much for confidence in his bold statements.
“Not yet,” she smiles and pats him on the head knowingly.
“Mmm,” he snuggles into her side, then, “that means I get another drink!”
“Yeah, uh huh. Sure Mr. I don’t get the Asian Glow,” she manages to roll her eyes for the umpteenth time that night.
He straightens up and looks her squarely in the eye, well, the best he can do without swaying too much. “But I don’t have the Asian Glow! Do I look red to you?”
“Um, yeah. Need a mirror to see that flushed face of yours?” She sighs, not noticing his smile turning brighter by the second.
“The reason why I turn red isn’t because of the alcohol,” he tells her frankly, “the reason I turn red is because I’m with you.”
Her lips form into the shape of an “O” but no sound comes out. She quickly takes a swig of her drink and wonders if her checks are as pink as his.
000
Turned out a little bit more romantic than I wanted it to be, but I think it works. XD
Yes, I know, Homecoming was a horrible tragedy but now I've moved past the anger stage and am now in the accepting stage. No more star-crossed lovers, betrayals and lies, but now we have a broken heart that needs mending, and that means lots of angsty!Jake fanfic. I'm hopeful about the fact that Jake and entourage still remember about the Huntsclan and Rose, which opens the doors for endless possibilities of new storylines. I haven't had a chance to see any new fanfic since Love Cruse, so I will be interested to see what everyone is writing about. Hopefully this little post Homecoming fic will cheer you up some. XD
Oh yeah, I know nothing of Hong Kong, so if my assumptions are totally off, my apologies. Enjoy!
Title: Middle Kingdom
Disclamer: I don't own AD:JL. Spoilers for Homecoming. No beta which means inappropriate tense changes. BEWARE!
000
If he had to pin point the differences between New York and Hong Kong, there wouldn’t be many accept for the obvious 1. Everyone here was Asian, and the painfully obvious 2. It was hot! And it wasn’t the nice kind of the-air-conditioning-is-too-expensive-to-run-go-outside-and-play-in-the-fire-hydrant hot, it was the time-to-get-battered-and-deep-fried-then-slow-cooked-until-you-are-a-mushy-flesh-bag kind of hot. Ironically, the temperature wasn’t that bad, it was the stupid, annoying humidity. The kind that liked to kick him in the balls then run away laughing, only to return and suffocate his lungs from the inside out. Forget the Dark Dragon, this damn climate was his new arch enemy.
Jake steps into the beating sun and shifts uncomfortably in his sweat soaked shirt, staring at the sea of pedestrians that look exactly like him, never mind his clothes, hair style and attitude. Black-haired and flat-faced or not, he screams American and they see him from a mile away. The sea parts around him as some passersby stare, some scoff and others outright don’t care as they hurry along the sidewalk lost in their own little world of worries and obligations. It doesn’t phase him. He’s used to this behavior: doesn’t quite fit in at home, doesn’t fit in here. Being a magical protector doesn’t help matters either. But right now wallowing about his social recognition isn’t what is important. First and forth most he needs to find an air-conditioned hotel room and a nice cold shower. He turns to look up directions in his cell phone, thinking it was a mistake to jump out of the shade before he knew where he was going, only to smack into an unsuspecting school girl, clearly too absorbed in her book and not paying attention to where she was walking. The collision presses Jake’s damp shirt even closer to his skin. He winces in irritation as papers, books, his cell phone and blonde hair go flying. Wait, blonde?
“” the girl apologies in Cantonese with a thick American accent. Jake recognizes the voice immediately. Rose. He stares dumbfounded at the woman he used to love. Still loves. He’s not sure, it’s been so long. She struggles to grab up her books and papers before they are trampled by the busy feet of sideway traffic in her short skirt and tailored sailor top with a ridiculous maroon bow in the place of a tie. Right, they wear school uniforms over here, Jake thinks to himself as he remembers how to move and helps her collect the books. Thoughts of air-conditioned rooms and cold showers evaporate into the scalding heat. His checks are now red for a completely different reason.
“It’s ok,” he tells her in English. Her head snaps up in surprise and she looks at him hopefully. She looks the same, almost. Her hair is shorter, her face is thinner and her smile seems brighter than before. She looks happier now. A life only he remembers never tarnished her beautiful soul.
“You’re American!?” she says, almost excitedly. Jake can’t help but smile. Her brow furrows and she sizes him up as she hands him back his phone. For an instant, their hands touch. “You look familiar,” she tells him as if she wants him to agree with her. “Where do I know you from?”
“Uhhh . . .” he stumbles over his own words. You used to love me he wants to say to her, we used to be enemies but then we fell in love, but he says nothing.
“I know!” Her face lights up, just like it used to when they fought side by side, “I bumped into you just like this before I left New York for here!”
“Oh yeah,” Jake pretends to remember the incident.
“So what are you doing here?” Rose asks as she stands up to dust off her skirt that shouldn’t be allowed for school girls to wear.
“Visiting family.” A lie. Lao Shi sent him over to investigate the recent disappearance of Fu Dog. He couldn’t tell her that, even if she did used to know all about his magical side. Jake struggles with the fact that she is a completely different person now.
“Oh cool! Well sorry for colliding into you, you must need to get going to meet up with your family.”
“Actually, my flight got bumped up, so I have a few hours to kill before I have to meet up with anyone.” Another lie, but can’t let her slip away again. He has to see her, no, he wants to see her. He wants to take her into his embrace and tell her how much he missed her, but he crushes down the desire with all his might.
“Really? Hey! Would you like some boba? My treat since I smacked into you and probably scuffed up your phone,” she smiles nervously, hoping he won’t take offence to her accidentally adding some extra scratches to his ancient calling device that is in dire need of an upgrade.
“It’s cool. I was planning on getting a new one. The phones here are way better.” Her posture relaxes and she smiles sweetly again.
“Right you are,” she giggles, then “Come on, my favorite tea house is just down the street,” she grabs his hand and suddenly Jake finds himself moving through the crowd. “They have the best boba ever, you won’t be disappointed.”
Maybe, he thinks to himself. He really shouldn’t be hanging out with her, he is only setting himself up for a huge let down. He tells himself that after seeing her a bit it will all be ok. He wonders how many more lies his heart can take. As soon as they started running, they come to an immediate halt, pulling Jake out of his abstraction.
“Sorry.” She turns to him and smiles and suddenly he realizes that as long as she is smiling, everything is as it should be.
000
Happy belated birthdays ladies! XD