Yom Kippur and a fic
I hope everyone had an easy fast and a meaningful Yom Kippur. Myself, I had a great time shmoozing with Jews in OKC and reading manga at Borders.
My rug is now a good 3.5 feet in diameter. How big shall I go?
Fic: a quick snip from my Magic Kaito "Gay AU." Dedicated to my roomie Indiana, whose first comment was "I want one!"
“You’ve got to read this,” Kaito had told them, “it’s the best show ever.”
So here they were, watching-what was it again?-oh, yes. “Card Captor Sakura.”
“You don’t have to look so skeptical,” Aoko laughed, then nudged her. “If Kaito likes it so much, it must be good, right?”
Akako scowled. Kuroba also dressed in a white tuxedo before stealing jewels, which he then proceeded to return. His taste was doubtful at the best of times.
“Shh, it’s starting.” Aoko snuggled up against Akako’s side, her head resting trustingly on Akako’s shoulder. The show was okay, Akako admitted grudgingly, even though Clow’s staff had certainly never been pink, and Sakura often complained at their monthly meetings that the costumes had never really looked like that. Still, it was a good effort.
“Wow,” Aoko breathed, “cute.”
“Hm?”
“The flying plushie.” Aoko leaned forward, eyes shining. “I want one.”
The guardian beast, huh? Akako could do that. And if it made Aoko happy...
Well. Anything was worth that.
*****
Akako set the box down, grinning smugly. “Happy birthday, Aoko-chan.’
Aoko blinked uncertainly. “Thanks, I think. Why does it have air holes?”
“Just open it,” Akako replied, a trifle impatiently. Would Aoko like it? And what if she didn’t? Aoko picked up the box carefully and examined it from all sides. She held it up to her ear and shook it slightly. She sniffed it, top and bottom.
“Just open it!”
Aoko lifted the top.
“Hey there!” Something small, orange, and with an Osaka accent flew out of the box. “How ya doin’?”
Akako gently closed Aoko’s mouth in the best way possible. “Happy birthday, Aoko-chan.”
My rug is now a good 3.5 feet in diameter. How big shall I go?
Fic: a quick snip from my Magic Kaito "Gay AU." Dedicated to my roomie Indiana, whose first comment was "I want one!"
“You’ve got to read this,” Kaito had told them, “it’s the best show ever.”
So here they were, watching-what was it again?-oh, yes. “Card Captor Sakura.”
“You don’t have to look so skeptical,” Aoko laughed, then nudged her. “If Kaito likes it so much, it must be good, right?”
Akako scowled. Kuroba also dressed in a white tuxedo before stealing jewels, which he then proceeded to return. His taste was doubtful at the best of times.
“Shh, it’s starting.” Aoko snuggled up against Akako’s side, her head resting trustingly on Akako’s shoulder. The show was okay, Akako admitted grudgingly, even though Clow’s staff had certainly never been pink, and Sakura often complained at their monthly meetings that the costumes had never really looked like that. Still, it was a good effort.
“Wow,” Aoko breathed, “cute.”
“Hm?”
“The flying plushie.” Aoko leaned forward, eyes shining. “I want one.”
The guardian beast, huh? Akako could do that. And if it made Aoko happy...
Well. Anything was worth that.
*****
Akako set the box down, grinning smugly. “Happy birthday, Aoko-chan.’
Aoko blinked uncertainly. “Thanks, I think. Why does it have air holes?”
“Just open it,” Akako replied, a trifle impatiently. Would Aoko like it? And what if she didn’t? Aoko picked up the box carefully and examined it from all sides. She held it up to her ear and shook it slightly. She sniffed it, top and bottom.
“Just open it!”
Aoko lifted the top.
“Hey there!” Something small, orange, and with an Osaka accent flew out of the box. “How ya doin’?”
Akako gently closed Aoko’s mouth in the best way possible. “Happy birthday, Aoko-chan.”