[Fic] Soul Eater: Father Knows Best
Well, at least it looks like something good/productive came back from my momentary relapse? ::snort:: I apparently average ~500 words per response when I drabble for prompt posts. |D"
Anyway, decided to polish and post this one first. Will get around to the others later, when I finish giving them their critical once-overs, at least.
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Title: Father Knows Best
Series/Characters: [Soul Eater] Justin Law, Giriko
Disclaimer: Soul Eater belongs to Ookubo Atsushi. Am only screwing around.
Word Count: 569
Notes: For ashesto, who prompted me with "JUSTIN AND GIRIKO. ANYTHING." Which worked out in the end I guess, since I've always wanted some more Giriko & Justin Law interaction myself. (It was a subconscious thing.) I'm still kind of vague and amorphous on what and how exactly I'd want to see of their dynamics, but for the most part I think they make quite the Odd Couple. XD
Um... other than minor warning for dirty jabs at the Catholic church's Little Problem with pederasts, that should be all, I guess. |D
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Father Knows Best
by kasugai gummie
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“What the bleeding fuck are these shitty things, you shitty father?”
“Tsk, you really do have such a dirty mouth,” Justin reprimanded, tutting like a mother to a wayward child. He even shook his head, and his shorn bangs waved in unison like countless waggling fingers. “Such a bad child! ... but, I suppose if you really must know: they’re manacles-specially tempered to replicate a Weapon’s constitution. My constitution, to be exact. Welcome to Shibusen’s Interrogation Chambers!”
Giriko looked unimpressed for the most part, before flexing his arms a few times against his restraints. He set his chains to rotate on first gear, experimentally, and discovered, much to his displeasure, that all he got were a handful of tiny sparks and a deafening screech of protest from his chains.
Justin, head bobbing slightly to the heavy baseline that filtered from his earphones, paid the rogue Weapon’s antics no mind. He kept his eyes trained on the sneering mouth, however. After what he counted to be the seventh “fuck” and thirteenth “pansy, Shinigami ass-licker,” he nodded once, decisively, as if he’d just made up his mind.
Slamming both hands down on top of the restrictive armrests on either side, Justin braced himself to lean closer to his seated captive. “Bad boys need to be punished,” he sing-songed, much to Giriko’s vague, unrealized horror.
The chainsaw Weapon gritted his teeth and returned the priest’s smirk with a tight grimace of his own. They were close enough now to bump noses (which Justin did, the mocking asshole), and Giriko spent another minute or so wondering if now would be a good time to return the cassocked bastard’s Headbutt of Love. With interest.
“Aren’t I a little too old for you, father?” he sneered and was granted with the momentary (and arguably perverse) satisfaction of seeing Justin Law’s pupils constrict like that. Savoring the sudden flare of the Death Scythe’s menacing aura aside, Giriko gave himself a mental pat on the shoulder.
Pulling back, Justin crossed his arms in indignation. “I beg to differ,” he retorted, a reproving frown tugging the corners of his lips down. “I’m not that kind of priest. Besides, you flatter yourself.” Thus saying, Justin ostensibly closed his eyes, crossed himself, and began to murmur what was probably another prayer for the judgment of Giriko’s soul.
To be expected, Giriko’s smug, self-satisfaction was short-lived. And during that time, his renewed bouts of swearing also went unheeded.
When Justin reopened his eyes though, it was just in time to catch the tail end of just where exactly he could shove his guillotines. “Such a dirty mind, too.” A small, knowing smirk spread across Justin’s mouth, as if he could see the graphic play-by-play twisting through his captive’s inflamed imagination. “May God have mercy on your questionable soul, you ignorant heathen,” he intoned piously, “amen. But, first things first, I suppose.”
Giriko trailed off again, albeit unwillingly, while the blond priest stepped away to rummage around the folds of his black robes. However, when Justin pulled out what he was looking for with a triumphant “Aha!”, Giriko started to curse anew.
Fanning out eight bars of scented soap, four in each hand, Justin grinned. “I do hope you didn’t delude yourself into thinking that you’d be getting away with attending your trial uncleansed as you are, my son. Now, which flavor would you prefer: rose, lavender, lilac, or aloe vera?”
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Fin
Completed: July 23, 2008
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Postscript: Huh. Well, what do you know--writing this actually raised this duo's combo to the top of my pairs list for Soul Eater... Kid will always be my favorite, individually, but ashesto is right: Justin and Giriko are hilarious whenever they butt heads because they always butt heads. I could drown, quite happily, in the BATTERU that drips off of them, seriously. It's particularly nice in that I think I can enjoy them on a "Gen" setting as much as I would probably like them as a really, really dysfunctional and highly improbable couple.
So, SE fandom, come on now. Where's the Justin and Giriko love?
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ETA: XDDD LOL guys, LOL. ♥ We can has discussion tiemz nao?
Anyway, decided to polish and post this one first. Will get around to the others later, when I finish giving them their critical once-overs, at least.
___________________________________________________________
Title: Father Knows Best
Series/Characters: [Soul Eater] Justin Law, Giriko
Disclaimer: Soul Eater belongs to Ookubo Atsushi. Am only screwing around.
Word Count: 569
Notes: For ashesto, who prompted me with "JUSTIN AND GIRIKO. ANYTHING." Which worked out in the end I guess, since I've always wanted some more Giriko & Justin Law interaction myself. (It was a subconscious thing.) I'm still kind of vague and amorphous on what and how exactly I'd want to see of their dynamics, but for the most part I think they make quite the Odd Couple. XD
Um... other than minor warning for dirty jabs at the Catholic church's Little Problem with pederasts, that should be all, I guess. |D
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Father Knows Best
by kasugai gummie
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“What the bleeding fuck are these shitty things, you shitty father?”
“Tsk, you really do have such a dirty mouth,” Justin reprimanded, tutting like a mother to a wayward child. He even shook his head, and his shorn bangs waved in unison like countless waggling fingers. “Such a bad child! ... but, I suppose if you really must know: they’re manacles-specially tempered to replicate a Weapon’s constitution. My constitution, to be exact. Welcome to Shibusen’s Interrogation Chambers!”
Giriko looked unimpressed for the most part, before flexing his arms a few times against his restraints. He set his chains to rotate on first gear, experimentally, and discovered, much to his displeasure, that all he got were a handful of tiny sparks and a deafening screech of protest from his chains.
Justin, head bobbing slightly to the heavy baseline that filtered from his earphones, paid the rogue Weapon’s antics no mind. He kept his eyes trained on the sneering mouth, however. After what he counted to be the seventh “fuck” and thirteenth “pansy, Shinigami ass-licker,” he nodded once, decisively, as if he’d just made up his mind.
Slamming both hands down on top of the restrictive armrests on either side, Justin braced himself to lean closer to his seated captive. “Bad boys need to be punished,” he sing-songed, much to Giriko’s vague, unrealized horror.
The chainsaw Weapon gritted his teeth and returned the priest’s smirk with a tight grimace of his own. They were close enough now to bump noses (which Justin did, the mocking asshole), and Giriko spent another minute or so wondering if now would be a good time to return the cassocked bastard’s Headbutt of Love. With interest.
“Aren’t I a little too old for you, father?” he sneered and was granted with the momentary (and arguably perverse) satisfaction of seeing Justin Law’s pupils constrict like that. Savoring the sudden flare of the Death Scythe’s menacing aura aside, Giriko gave himself a mental pat on the shoulder.
Pulling back, Justin crossed his arms in indignation. “I beg to differ,” he retorted, a reproving frown tugging the corners of his lips down. “I’m not that kind of priest. Besides, you flatter yourself.” Thus saying, Justin ostensibly closed his eyes, crossed himself, and began to murmur what was probably another prayer for the judgment of Giriko’s soul.
To be expected, Giriko’s smug, self-satisfaction was short-lived. And during that time, his renewed bouts of swearing also went unheeded.
When Justin reopened his eyes though, it was just in time to catch the tail end of just where exactly he could shove his guillotines. “Such a dirty mind, too.” A small, knowing smirk spread across Justin’s mouth, as if he could see the graphic play-by-play twisting through his captive’s inflamed imagination. “May God have mercy on your questionable soul, you ignorant heathen,” he intoned piously, “amen. But, first things first, I suppose.”
Giriko trailed off again, albeit unwillingly, while the blond priest stepped away to rummage around the folds of his black robes. However, when Justin pulled out what he was looking for with a triumphant “Aha!”, Giriko started to curse anew.
Fanning out eight bars of scented soap, four in each hand, Justin grinned. “I do hope you didn’t delude yourself into thinking that you’d be getting away with attending your trial uncleansed as you are, my son. Now, which flavor would you prefer: rose, lavender, lilac, or aloe vera?”
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Fin
Completed: July 23, 2008
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Postscript: Huh. Well, what do you know--writing this actually raised this duo's combo to the top of my pairs list for Soul Eater... Kid will always be my favorite, individually, but ashesto is right: Justin and Giriko are hilarious whenever they butt heads because they always butt heads. I could drown, quite happily, in the BATTERU that drips off of them, seriously. It's particularly nice in that I think I can enjoy them on a "Gen" setting as much as I would probably like them as a really, really dysfunctional and highly improbable couple.
So, SE fandom, come on now. Where's the Justin and Giriko love?
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ETA: XDDD LOL guys, LOL. ♥ We can has discussion tiemz nao?