Street rats - Street rat from a different city - And time slips through his fingers.
Title: Street rats
Unit for Points: Go Hiromi~!!
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Butoukan
Notes: I've been wanting to write some sort of kid street gang thing since Ender's Shadow and... this came to life! Originally it was going to be THEY, but SengaRyo 8|-ing is not to be missed out on.
Eight year old Senga shimmied down into their sewer-pipe-of-the-night, followed quickly by Yamamoto, eyes sparkling beneath the grime as they squashed themselves over Tsukada and Bunichi.
“Yaracchi-nii~!” They chirped together before exchanging disgruntled looks.
“I found us blankets!” Yamamoto broke in quickly.
“I found you a si... si... thingy!” Senga added, wanting to get his own bit in but stumbling over his words.
Yara smiled at the two boys, gladly accepting the cigarette while watching them settle down for the night. The Butoukan gang, as they were called, were an odd bunch. But they were his family.
Title: Street rat from a different city
Unit for Points: Go Hiromi~!!
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Bun-chan, YamaRyo, mention of Yara.
Notes: I regret not giving Tsuka a proper drabble. ;o;
Bunichi felt like an outcast, wandering through Tokyo's streets, but he supposed that would be because he was.
“Hey you!” Blinking, he turned to stare at the small boy who'd called out. He was jittering, standing in one place but everywhere at once. “You alone?”
He nodded.
That got a frown. “That's no good, they do bad things to people like you... Ne! You can come with me! Yaracchi-nii will take care of you!” The boy was already pulling at his arm. “What's your name?”
“Hamanaka... Bunichi.”
“Bun-chan!” the boy insisted. “I'm Ryouta!”
Title: And time slips through his fingers.
Unit for Points: Go Hiromi~!!
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Tama/YamaRyo
Notes: I... I like this one. A lot. x: For tottchupi ♥
Tamamori liked how his hourglass spun. It was slower than most, but he liked being able to drift as he pleased, enjoying this and that.
Yamamoto danced through life, his own hourglass whirring softly, laughter bubbling in the air wherever he went.
He would find Tamamori, bounding closer and spinning Tamamori's hourglass, time swirling around them as he'd pull Tamamori in for a kiss.
After he'd left and time had returned to its usual pace, Tamamori would sit there, gazing after Yamamoto and wish the other would let time run a little slower so the moments would linger around him.
Unit for Points: Go Hiromi~!!
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Butoukan
Notes: I've been wanting to write some sort of kid street gang thing since Ender's Shadow and... this came to life! Originally it was going to be THEY, but SengaRyo 8|-ing is not to be missed out on.
Eight year old Senga shimmied down into their sewer-pipe-of-the-night, followed quickly by Yamamoto, eyes sparkling beneath the grime as they squashed themselves over Tsukada and Bunichi.
“Yaracchi-nii~!” They chirped together before exchanging disgruntled looks.
“I found us blankets!” Yamamoto broke in quickly.
“I found you a si... si... thingy!” Senga added, wanting to get his own bit in but stumbling over his words.
Yara smiled at the two boys, gladly accepting the cigarette while watching them settle down for the night. The Butoukan gang, as they were called, were an odd bunch. But they were his family.
Title: Street rat from a different city
Unit for Points: Go Hiromi~!!
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Bun-chan, YamaRyo, mention of Yara.
Notes: I regret not giving Tsuka a proper drabble. ;o;
Bunichi felt like an outcast, wandering through Tokyo's streets, but he supposed that would be because he was.
“Hey you!” Blinking, he turned to stare at the small boy who'd called out. He was jittering, standing in one place but everywhere at once. “You alone?”
He nodded.
That got a frown. “That's no good, they do bad things to people like you... Ne! You can come with me! Yaracchi-nii will take care of you!” The boy was already pulling at his arm. “What's your name?”
“Hamanaka... Bunichi.”
“Bun-chan!” the boy insisted. “I'm Ryouta!”
Title: And time slips through his fingers.
Unit for Points: Go Hiromi~!!
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Tama/YamaRyo
Notes: I... I like this one. A lot. x: For tottchupi ♥
Tamamori liked how his hourglass spun. It was slower than most, but he liked being able to drift as he pleased, enjoying this and that.
Yamamoto danced through life, his own hourglass whirring softly, laughter bubbling in the air wherever he went.
He would find Tamamori, bounding closer and spinning Tamamori's hourglass, time swirling around them as he'd pull Tamamori in for a kiss.
After he'd left and time had returned to its usual pace, Tamamori would sit there, gazing after Yamamoto and wish the other would let time run a little slower so the moments would linger around him.