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It’s music meme time again!
Song starts: you start writing. Song stops: you stop writing. Well, that’s the idea. I always cheat (i.e., I go back and edit), but I’m just a horrible person like that. Anyhow! Just a couple of things.
Firstly, regarding drabble 8, the song If Six Was Nine describes nonsensical/improbable things (e.g., the number six turning out to be nine) and how the singer wouldn’t mind them, because he has his own thing going on, so the rest doesn’t matter. See where I went with that? Eh, I just don’t want it to seem completely random… Secondly, regarding drabble 10, a scenester is just… a participant in a certain “scene,” generally a musical one. Like the Punk scene or the Goth scene or the Metal scene or the Magical Underpants scene. Okay, I made that last one up.
Well, enjoy!
1. Crosstown Traffic [The Hush Sound]
So this was how it was gonna go down, huh?
Iruka frowned, looked both ways, and slammed his foot on the gas. Angry horns bellowed after him, but it was tunnel vision time. There was only one thing on his mind, and it wasn’t pissed off civilians. He was a cop with a mission, damnit!
There was a dangerous, cop-kissing criminal out there, and he’d be damned if he got away. Again.
2. Smells Like Teen Spirit [Nirvana]
Leaning oh so casually against the cold brick wall behind the gym, Kakashi presses the cigarette to his lips and takes a deep drag. Grey hair droops over one eye. The other blinks lazily as a pony-tailed figure dashes up to him.
“Your pranks are fucking stupid,” murmurs Kakashi, smoke wisping from his lips.
Iruka ignores him.
“Nobody saw me?” he asks. “No one came in?”
Kakashi shakes his head. Iruka smiles and wipes his hands on his jacket. He smells like sour milk.
“What the hell did the football team do to you, anyway?” he drawls, pushing off from the wall.
Iruka just grins.
3. The Restless [The Matches]
He remembers some of the early missions. Babysitting a noble who treated men like dogs, for the first time.
The first blisters. The first misses. First fuck-ups.
Remembering makes him restless, sometimes, because he wonders if he’s really come so far after all. Those things haven’t gotten easier, not really.
Watching Kakashi, all cool calm grace (and silent death), he can only see the chasm between them.
He’ll never be that.
Eating ramen (alone, because Naruto is away- he forgets sometimes), he wonders what the hell he’s doing. In bed, waiting for sleep that won’t come, he wonders what else he could possibly do.
4. Main Theme [Phantom of the Opera]
Iruka ushered the last of his students out of the theatre with a tired grin. He trudged back to the stage to grab his bag, only to find he didn’t have the energy to leave. Teaching Drama classes- what was he thinking? He sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Suddenly, the lights went out.
Iruka’s eyes widened, and he choked back a gasp. The darkness was absolute. He couldn’t see anything. Panic began to claw at his chest- but then there was a light, a brilliant beam at the other end of the stage, shinning so brightly that Iruka had to squint against it.
There was a man standing in the light. He was tall, with a shock of flyaway grey hair that obscured one eye.
In his hands he held a bouquet of lush, scarlet roses.
Despite the black scarf covering the lower half of his face, he was clearly grinning.
Iruka saw red.
“I don’t care,” he growled lowly, “That you own this theatre, Kakashi. I don’t care if you sprout roses out of your ass! That was not okay!”
Kakashi gave a dramatic sigh.
“Iruka,” he replied, “Drop the act. You know you liked it.”
5. My Year In Lists! [Los Campesinos!]
Stationary is the only scrap paper near, so he grabs that.
The pen leaks ink onto his hand.
The list is pretty short. No numbers, just nice little bullets.
Beside each of them is a resolution. In each resolution is a name: Iruka. Iruka. Iruka.
Maybe he doesn’t really believe in the new year anymore, but he can believe in something.
6. Time to Know Be Waltz [Cowboy Bebop]
“The Hokage has obviously lost her mind,” declared Kakashi.
Iruka blinked up at him from the comfort of the couch, half-graded papers crowding his lap.
“Oh?”
Kakashi shook his head gravely.
“I have one month to be ready for a mission I’ll never be ready for.”
Iruka raised a brow, thoroughly confused.
“I’m to pose as a dance instructor. A waltzing instructor, to be precise.”
Iruka stared for a few long moments. Then he laughed, long and hard. Kakashi glared.
Still chuckling, Iruka cleared the papers from his legs and stood.
“C’mere,” he chuckled. “I guess I never told you about the Umino family tradition, huh?”
7. Cocaine [Jimi Hendrix]
Shit.
Not a lot of coherent words were making it through whatever was fogging his mind, but that was one of them.
Shit. Damn. Poison.
He stumbled into the forest, wondering if anyone was following him. He’d killed the target. But not unscathed. He couldn’t think, could barely move- everything was too bright, too fluid, too sluggish and weird. He stumbled, righted himself, and found that the sky was on the wrong side of his feet.
And then someone was hauling him up. Someone warm, with soft, grey hair, someone who smelled familiar. Maybe it was the fog choking his mind, but that was enough for Iruka to decide that he was probably going be okay. Enough for him to grin a goofy grin and hug the person close, cuddling into them with a low sound and watching as the world squiggled by, tinted and misted by the fog in his head.
8. If Six Was Nine [Jimi Hendrix]
Iruka waved at Sasuke, who grinned cheerily back, and continued walking. Weird, but… well, so were a lot of things. He sighed happily, and glanced up at the sky. A large floating whale blinked back at him. Ah. Shuichi-san was summoning again.
Eventually, his feet found a certain doorway.
In the doorway stood a certain Copy-Nin turned pastry chef. Flour smudged his uncovered nose.
Iruka smiled in greeting.
Kakashi returned it with a kiss.
9. Ain’t Nuthing Ta Fuck Wit [Wu Tang Clan]
Udon whimpered.
Iruka snarled.
The three missing nin laughed, their voices nasal and coarse.
A sudden rustling in the leaves silenced them. Sharingan no Kakashi strode into the clearing, giving the dumbstruck ninja a casual wave before joining Iruka’s side.
Iruka grinned. It was sharp and hungry, and Kakashi almost pitied the three fools. Almost.
“You’ve got Udon covered?”
Kakashi nodded.
“Good,” said Iruka. Less grin. More teeth.
“This shouldn’t take long.”
10. You! Me! Dancing! [Los Campesinos!]
The music was okay, but the fresh air was better. Kakashi exhaled, and misted air danced before his eyes.
“Crazy in there, huh?”
He turned, and two laughing brown eyes met his own. His eyes flitted over the other, taking in cinnamon skin, a scar, chocolate colored hair… eyeliner, a studded belt, ripped pants, a clingy top.
Just another scenester.
But his mouth was quirked in something just a little bit wicked and a whole lot of laughter, and Kakashi found himself nodding silently in reply.
“I’m Iruka. Wanna go dance?”
Kakashi leveled him with a look.
“I don’t dance,” Kakashi informed him.
“Well, Mr…?
“Kakashi.”
“Well, Kakashi, I dance with all the grace of a retarded chimpanzee. But it’s cold as hell out here and I want to have fun. Don’t you?”
Kakashi gave him a considering stare.
“You’re insane,” he said finally.
“And you can’t dance a single step. So come on.”
Kakashi opened his mouth to say no, he’d rather suffer numb fingers and keep his dignity, but somehow he found Iruka’s hand was in his and his feet were following Iruka’s onto the dancefloor, where Iruka proved he wasn’t lying, and Kakashi found he couldn’t care less.
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Song starts: you start writing. Song stops: you stop writing. Well, that’s the idea. I always cheat (i.e., I go back and edit), but I’m just a horrible person like that. Anyhow! Just a couple of things.
Firstly, regarding drabble 8, the song If Six Was Nine describes nonsensical/improbable things (e.g., the number six turning out to be nine) and how the singer wouldn’t mind them, because he has his own thing going on, so the rest doesn’t matter. See where I went with that? Eh, I just don’t want it to seem completely random… Secondly, regarding drabble 10, a scenester is just… a participant in a certain “scene,” generally a musical one. Like the Punk scene or the Goth scene or the Metal scene or the Magical Underpants scene. Okay, I made that last one up.
Well, enjoy!
1. Crosstown Traffic [The Hush Sound]
So this was how it was gonna go down, huh?
Iruka frowned, looked both ways, and slammed his foot on the gas. Angry horns bellowed after him, but it was tunnel vision time. There was only one thing on his mind, and it wasn’t pissed off civilians. He was a cop with a mission, damnit!
There was a dangerous, cop-kissing criminal out there, and he’d be damned if he got away. Again.
2. Smells Like Teen Spirit [Nirvana]
Leaning oh so casually against the cold brick wall behind the gym, Kakashi presses the cigarette to his lips and takes a deep drag. Grey hair droops over one eye. The other blinks lazily as a pony-tailed figure dashes up to him.
“Your pranks are fucking stupid,” murmurs Kakashi, smoke wisping from his lips.
Iruka ignores him.
“Nobody saw me?” he asks. “No one came in?”
Kakashi shakes his head. Iruka smiles and wipes his hands on his jacket. He smells like sour milk.
“What the hell did the football team do to you, anyway?” he drawls, pushing off from the wall.
Iruka just grins.
3. The Restless [The Matches]
He remembers some of the early missions. Babysitting a noble who treated men like dogs, for the first time.
The first blisters. The first misses. First fuck-ups.
Remembering makes him restless, sometimes, because he wonders if he’s really come so far after all. Those things haven’t gotten easier, not really.
Watching Kakashi, all cool calm grace (and silent death), he can only see the chasm between them.
He’ll never be that.
Eating ramen (alone, because Naruto is away- he forgets sometimes), he wonders what the hell he’s doing. In bed, waiting for sleep that won’t come, he wonders what else he could possibly do.
4. Main Theme [Phantom of the Opera]
Iruka ushered the last of his students out of the theatre with a tired grin. He trudged back to the stage to grab his bag, only to find he didn’t have the energy to leave. Teaching Drama classes- what was he thinking? He sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Suddenly, the lights went out.
Iruka’s eyes widened, and he choked back a gasp. The darkness was absolute. He couldn’t see anything. Panic began to claw at his chest- but then there was a light, a brilliant beam at the other end of the stage, shinning so brightly that Iruka had to squint against it.
There was a man standing in the light. He was tall, with a shock of flyaway grey hair that obscured one eye.
In his hands he held a bouquet of lush, scarlet roses.
Despite the black scarf covering the lower half of his face, he was clearly grinning.
Iruka saw red.
“I don’t care,” he growled lowly, “That you own this theatre, Kakashi. I don’t care if you sprout roses out of your ass! That was not okay!”
Kakashi gave a dramatic sigh.
“Iruka,” he replied, “Drop the act. You know you liked it.”
5. My Year In Lists! [Los Campesinos!]
Stationary is the only scrap paper near, so he grabs that.
The pen leaks ink onto his hand.
The list is pretty short. No numbers, just nice little bullets.
Beside each of them is a resolution. In each resolution is a name: Iruka. Iruka. Iruka.
Maybe he doesn’t really believe in the new year anymore, but he can believe in something.
6. Time to Know Be Waltz [Cowboy Bebop]
“The Hokage has obviously lost her mind,” declared Kakashi.
Iruka blinked up at him from the comfort of the couch, half-graded papers crowding his lap.
“Oh?”
Kakashi shook his head gravely.
“I have one month to be ready for a mission I’ll never be ready for.”
Iruka raised a brow, thoroughly confused.
“I’m to pose as a dance instructor. A waltzing instructor, to be precise.”
Iruka stared for a few long moments. Then he laughed, long and hard. Kakashi glared.
Still chuckling, Iruka cleared the papers from his legs and stood.
“C’mere,” he chuckled. “I guess I never told you about the Umino family tradition, huh?”
7. Cocaine [Jimi Hendrix]
Shit.
Not a lot of coherent words were making it through whatever was fogging his mind, but that was one of them.
Shit. Damn. Poison.
He stumbled into the forest, wondering if anyone was following him. He’d killed the target. But not unscathed. He couldn’t think, could barely move- everything was too bright, too fluid, too sluggish and weird. He stumbled, righted himself, and found that the sky was on the wrong side of his feet.
And then someone was hauling him up. Someone warm, with soft, grey hair, someone who smelled familiar. Maybe it was the fog choking his mind, but that was enough for Iruka to decide that he was probably going be okay. Enough for him to grin a goofy grin and hug the person close, cuddling into them with a low sound and watching as the world squiggled by, tinted and misted by the fog in his head.
8. If Six Was Nine [Jimi Hendrix]
Iruka waved at Sasuke, who grinned cheerily back, and continued walking. Weird, but… well, so were a lot of things. He sighed happily, and glanced up at the sky. A large floating whale blinked back at him. Ah. Shuichi-san was summoning again.
Eventually, his feet found a certain doorway.
In the doorway stood a certain Copy-Nin turned pastry chef. Flour smudged his uncovered nose.
Iruka smiled in greeting.
Kakashi returned it with a kiss.
9. Ain’t Nuthing Ta Fuck Wit [Wu Tang Clan]
Udon whimpered.
Iruka snarled.
The three missing nin laughed, their voices nasal and coarse.
A sudden rustling in the leaves silenced them. Sharingan no Kakashi strode into the clearing, giving the dumbstruck ninja a casual wave before joining Iruka’s side.
Iruka grinned. It was sharp and hungry, and Kakashi almost pitied the three fools. Almost.
“You’ve got Udon covered?”
Kakashi nodded.
“Good,” said Iruka. Less grin. More teeth.
“This shouldn’t take long.”
10. You! Me! Dancing! [Los Campesinos!]
The music was okay, but the fresh air was better. Kakashi exhaled, and misted air danced before his eyes.
“Crazy in there, huh?”
He turned, and two laughing brown eyes met his own. His eyes flitted over the other, taking in cinnamon skin, a scar, chocolate colored hair… eyeliner, a studded belt, ripped pants, a clingy top.
Just another scenester.
But his mouth was quirked in something just a little bit wicked and a whole lot of laughter, and Kakashi found himself nodding silently in reply.
“I’m Iruka. Wanna go dance?”
Kakashi leveled him with a look.
“I don’t dance,” Kakashi informed him.
“Well, Mr…?
“Kakashi.”
“Well, Kakashi, I dance with all the grace of a retarded chimpanzee. But it’s cold as hell out here and I want to have fun. Don’t you?”
Kakashi gave him a considering stare.
“You’re insane,” he said finally.
“And you can’t dance a single step. So come on.”
Kakashi opened his mouth to say no, he’d rather suffer numb fingers and keep his dignity, but somehow he found Iruka’s hand was in his and his feet were following Iruka’s onto the dancefloor, where Iruka proved he wasn’t lying, and Kakashi found he couldn’t care less.
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