monday blues and a fic :D
It's Monday again. I swear I thought today's still Sunday. Thankfully I made it to the office with time to spare. Ah, the joys of Monday. Not.
Anyway, Happy Monday!
Title: By the Side of the Pale-faced Moon
Pairing: Kazuki x Juubei (well, eventually)
Rating: PG (for now, I guess)
Theme:30_kisses challenge, theme #2, "News; Letter"
Disclaimer: Everything Get Backers belongs to Aoki Yuya and Ayamine Rando, the publishers of both anime and manga, and... well, not me. The title of the story is a line taken from Poe's poem "The Bells" (1849).
Note: Part 1
Part 2. News; letter
(summary: the summons)
Kakei-sensei smiled his thanks as his wife poured warm tea into his cup. It had been a good day for him. He had gone to check on the health of the Fuuchoin Master and had found that his Lord was in no immediate danger -- despite the Master's ever-failing health. Then, he followed the long way home - the scenic route - enjoying the gentle breeze, the small pebbles under his feet, and the blue sky over his head. His two children had greeted him as he stepped inside his home, then his wife had ushered all of them for tea in the garden.
He watched Little Sakura comandeer her brother around the garden. "Pick that up, Juubei, and move the pot over here..." And after a brief pause, "...please."
"It seems that my daughter saw it fit to re-arrange my garden," his wife said, as she sat next to him. They sat in companiable silence, content in keeping watch over their two treasures. "So... what news from the main house?"
Kakei-sensei smiled into his cup and nodded slightly. "In a minute," he said, taking his time to finish his tea. He had no thought of rushing anything that day. Too beautiful, too fleeting. He wasn't about to hurry the day for anything.
His wife tilted her head slightly and smiled. They continued watching their children play underneath the boughs of the great tree, between tall grass, and sweet-smelling flowers. The breeze picked up a little, ruffling the leaves. She was admiring the sky when she heard her husband put his teacup down onto the lacquer tray. She frowned at a small wisp of cloud, breaking the clear blue sky and turned to face her husband.
He fished something out from the folds of his clothes and offered it to her. "An invitation," he said, as she took the ornate envelope from his hands. He watched, mesmerized, as his wife's fingers traced the colourful prints on the washi, and the flowing calligraphy of the Fuuchoin master. "A kabuki," he continued. "Something about putting together a peformance for the Master's long acquaintance. Ah... collegue, I think."
His wife placed the ornate invitation to one side and began to pour more tea for her husband. "The children?"
"They're invited too. I think the Master would like Juubei to meet Kazuki," he said before taking a sip of the now cooling tea.
"They have not been introduced formally yet," she replied, knitting her brows together.
"Well, they're invited anyway, Sakura and Juubei. The rest is up to the Master," he tapped the side of his tea cup absently. "I'm sure he has plans, he always have these kind of mischief. I wish he would share them more with us, though. Saves us from heart attacks and such."
Kakei-sensei smiled a little, remembering his own formal introduction to the then Fuuchoin heir. It seemed like a long time ago -- like something that belonged to a different Age entirely. The then Fuuchoin heir had been a mischievous boy, he remembered. He wondered what the current heir was really like. He had met Kazuki a few times, but only fleetingly. The little boy had been painfully quiet and proper in all their meetings, but Kakei-sensei thought he saw a rebellious spirit tightly wound underneath knitted fingers and too-bright eyes. And if the boy's father was anything to go by...
He smiled and drew his wife into his arms, placing a delicate peck on her brows.
Under the vibrant sun, their children played. Grinning, Kakei-sensei could already picture Juubei returning home with stories of his escapade with the Fuuchoin heir.
***
Anyway, Happy Monday!
Title: By the Side of the Pale-faced Moon
Pairing: Kazuki x Juubei (well, eventually)
Rating: PG (for now, I guess)
Theme:30_kisses challenge, theme #2, "News; Letter"
Disclaimer: Everything Get Backers belongs to Aoki Yuya and Ayamine Rando, the publishers of both anime and manga, and... well, not me. The title of the story is a line taken from Poe's poem "The Bells" (1849).
Note: Part 1
Part 2. News; letter
(summary: the summons)
Kakei-sensei smiled his thanks as his wife poured warm tea into his cup. It had been a good day for him. He had gone to check on the health of the Fuuchoin Master and had found that his Lord was in no immediate danger -- despite the Master's ever-failing health. Then, he followed the long way home - the scenic route - enjoying the gentle breeze, the small pebbles under his feet, and the blue sky over his head. His two children had greeted him as he stepped inside his home, then his wife had ushered all of them for tea in the garden.
He watched Little Sakura comandeer her brother around the garden. "Pick that up, Juubei, and move the pot over here..." And after a brief pause, "...please."
"It seems that my daughter saw it fit to re-arrange my garden," his wife said, as she sat next to him. They sat in companiable silence, content in keeping watch over their two treasures. "So... what news from the main house?"
Kakei-sensei smiled into his cup and nodded slightly. "In a minute," he said, taking his time to finish his tea. He had no thought of rushing anything that day. Too beautiful, too fleeting. He wasn't about to hurry the day for anything.
His wife tilted her head slightly and smiled. They continued watching their children play underneath the boughs of the great tree, between tall grass, and sweet-smelling flowers. The breeze picked up a little, ruffling the leaves. She was admiring the sky when she heard her husband put his teacup down onto the lacquer tray. She frowned at a small wisp of cloud, breaking the clear blue sky and turned to face her husband.
He fished something out from the folds of his clothes and offered it to her. "An invitation," he said, as she took the ornate envelope from his hands. He watched, mesmerized, as his wife's fingers traced the colourful prints on the washi, and the flowing calligraphy of the Fuuchoin master. "A kabuki," he continued. "Something about putting together a peformance for the Master's long acquaintance. Ah... collegue, I think."
His wife placed the ornate invitation to one side and began to pour more tea for her husband. "The children?"
"They're invited too. I think the Master would like Juubei to meet Kazuki," he said before taking a sip of the now cooling tea.
"They have not been introduced formally yet," she replied, knitting her brows together.
"Well, they're invited anyway, Sakura and Juubei. The rest is up to the Master," he tapped the side of his tea cup absently. "I'm sure he has plans, he always have these kind of mischief. I wish he would share them more with us, though. Saves us from heart attacks and such."
Kakei-sensei smiled a little, remembering his own formal introduction to the then Fuuchoin heir. It seemed like a long time ago -- like something that belonged to a different Age entirely. The then Fuuchoin heir had been a mischievous boy, he remembered. He wondered what the current heir was really like. He had met Kazuki a few times, but only fleetingly. The little boy had been painfully quiet and proper in all their meetings, but Kakei-sensei thought he saw a rebellious spirit tightly wound underneath knitted fingers and too-bright eyes. And if the boy's father was anything to go by...
He smiled and drew his wife into his arms, placing a delicate peck on her brows.
Under the vibrant sun, their children played. Grinning, Kakei-sensei could already picture Juubei returning home with stories of his escapade with the Fuuchoin heir.
***