[Drabble] Ghostlet
Title: Ghostlet
Groups/Pairings: Ebi - Tottsu/Tsuka (kiddie gen)
Rating: G
Summary: It was Tsuka's first haunting.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: None.
A/N: I think this is actually my favorite of the whole bunch I wrote for trick or drabble. T_T For shisaigas with some help from this. ♥ (Also, this is like, the one thing I want an illustration for just because wtf, I think it's so cute. ;;)
Tsuka had been haunting Tottsu since he was a little ghostlet, too young to properly wail or gnash but Tottsu hadn’t minded that.
“I’m new to this,” Tsuka explained as he hovered at Tottsu’s bedside, his smile tentative but bright. “Is it okay if I just go ahead…?”
At five years old, Tottsu doesn’t even think to be frightened, shaking his head and smiling back. “It’s okay!” he said, tugging the covers up around him so he could watch. He’d never seen a haunting before.
Tsuka looked around the room, trying to figure out what to do first. While all ghostlets were taught the theory of haunting, he wasn’t quite sure what to do with Tottsu’s curtains or closet door now that he was on his own. But then he met Tottsu’s expectant eyes and felt a warm spark of confidence. Moving over to the bedpost at the foot of Tottsu’s bed, Tsuka gathered himself together, trying to pull all of his selfness in with a breath, holding it, one, two, three…
And then he launched himself into the air.
Tottsu watched with rapt attention. It was not at all what he’d been expecting, to be honest. He’d thought Tsuka would cry and throw things, or maybe knock the pictures off Tottsu’s wall like the ghosts did in the movies. Instead, Tsuka bounded from one surface to another, never quite touching anything as he cartwheeled over the bed with a strange, shrilling yelp, and then took off for the far corner with a graceful twist of his body.
Which was, in Tottsu’s opinion, far cooler than screaming.
Eventually Tsuka came spinning to a halt; hands thrown out, not for balance, but from elation. It had felt good. It had almost felt like being alive. “Was that okay?” he whispered, his not-heart skittering in his chest with nerves. He wanted so much to have done well, and Tottsu had been his only audience.
With eyes shining bright in childlike delight, Tottsu clapped his small hands together. “That was awesome.”
Groups/Pairings: Ebi - Tottsu/Tsuka (kiddie gen)
Rating: G
Summary: It was Tsuka's first haunting.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: None.
A/N: I think this is actually my favorite of the whole bunch I wrote for trick or drabble. T_T For shisaigas with some help from this. ♥ (Also, this is like, the one thing I want an illustration for just because wtf, I think it's so cute. ;;)
Tsuka had been haunting Tottsu since he was a little ghostlet, too young to properly wail or gnash but Tottsu hadn’t minded that.
“I’m new to this,” Tsuka explained as he hovered at Tottsu’s bedside, his smile tentative but bright. “Is it okay if I just go ahead…?”
At five years old, Tottsu doesn’t even think to be frightened, shaking his head and smiling back. “It’s okay!” he said, tugging the covers up around him so he could watch. He’d never seen a haunting before.
Tsuka looked around the room, trying to figure out what to do first. While all ghostlets were taught the theory of haunting, he wasn’t quite sure what to do with Tottsu’s curtains or closet door now that he was on his own. But then he met Tottsu’s expectant eyes and felt a warm spark of confidence. Moving over to the bedpost at the foot of Tottsu’s bed, Tsuka gathered himself together, trying to pull all of his selfness in with a breath, holding it, one, two, three…
And then he launched himself into the air.
Tottsu watched with rapt attention. It was not at all what he’d been expecting, to be honest. He’d thought Tsuka would cry and throw things, or maybe knock the pictures off Tottsu’s wall like the ghosts did in the movies. Instead, Tsuka bounded from one surface to another, never quite touching anything as he cartwheeled over the bed with a strange, shrilling yelp, and then took off for the far corner with a graceful twist of his body.
Which was, in Tottsu’s opinion, far cooler than screaming.
Eventually Tsuka came spinning to a halt; hands thrown out, not for balance, but from elation. It had felt good. It had almost felt like being alive. “Was that okay?” he whispered, his not-heart skittering in his chest with nerves. He wanted so much to have done well, and Tottsu had been his only audience.
With eyes shining bright in childlike delight, Tottsu clapped his small hands together. “That was awesome.”