souls will be saved, or mutinies waged, as we plead for something to believe in
Direct from The Corner of Shame, I bring to you Mina's ridonkulously late birthday fic for ekas! YA~AY!
The funny story goes: I finished this in JUNE and misplaced it and didn't find it until now. No fucking shit. But, that's the magic of procrastination, I suppose: one finds all sorts of interesting things while avoiding essays (I also found my Kuro/Souma 1sentence themes) ^_^;;
Anyway, it's not great (the last paragraph is especially unhappy), but as I haven't been really involving myself in fandom lately (I think I'm on an unofficial hiatus at least until I'm done school, and possibly until I get back from BC), I figured I'd really ought to post it before I do something horrible like never get around to it.
And so we have it...
title: Wallflower
fandom: Holitsuba Academy
character: Sakura, Kurogane (with implied Sakura/Syaoran)
words: 305
Happy (ridonkulously belated) Birthday, ekas!
The gym teacher crosses his arms and glares down at her. "Where's your date?"
Sakura looks up in surprise, then returns her gaze to her hands. "Syaoran has the flu, so he couldn't make it tonight."
His glare intensifies at that news, and he briefly considers driving to the boy's house and dragging him out of bed. He didn't teach that kid to be so weak as to let a little cold get in his way, especially not when it concerns this particular girl. But supervising the senior prom is his last assignment as a man indebted to Ichihara Yuuko, and the last thing he wants to do is jeopardise his freedom.
"Well, don't just sit there," he snaps, and he means it because there is little more irritating than watching the girl sit like a lonely flower on the wall in a dress that probably cost her a month's worth of paycheques from her parttime job.
He intends to find her someone to dance with, knowing that she's popular and that even if she wasn't, he could intimidate someone into doing his bidding. Purposefully, he cuts through the crowd to the dance floor, pausing on the edge to scan the students for an appropriate candidate.
A hand on his arm draws his attention back to the girl. "It's sweet of you to dance with me, Kurogane-sensei," she says with an innocent smile. And it seems she's misinterpreted his intentions, but he can't bring himself to tell her as much, or even to refute the accusation that he's sweet when she's beaming up at him like that. He thinks he must be getting soft.
The dance is awkward and embarrassing for Kurogane, but Sakura seems to be enjoying herself. And it's with vague surprise that he realizes her happiness is enough to make it bearable.
The funny story goes: I finished this in JUNE and misplaced it and didn't find it until now. No fucking shit. But, that's the magic of procrastination, I suppose: one finds all sorts of interesting things while avoiding essays (I also found my Kuro/Souma 1sentence themes) ^_^;;
Anyway, it's not great (the last paragraph is especially unhappy), but as I haven't been really involving myself in fandom lately (I think I'm on an unofficial hiatus at least until I'm done school, and possibly until I get back from BC), I figured I'd really ought to post it before I do something horrible like never get around to it.
And so we have it...
title: Wallflower
fandom: Holitsuba Academy
character: Sakura, Kurogane (with implied Sakura/Syaoran)
words: 305
Happy (ridonkulously belated) Birthday, ekas!
The gym teacher crosses his arms and glares down at her. "Where's your date?"
Sakura looks up in surprise, then returns her gaze to her hands. "Syaoran has the flu, so he couldn't make it tonight."
His glare intensifies at that news, and he briefly considers driving to the boy's house and dragging him out of bed. He didn't teach that kid to be so weak as to let a little cold get in his way, especially not when it concerns this particular girl. But supervising the senior prom is his last assignment as a man indebted to Ichihara Yuuko, and the last thing he wants to do is jeopardise his freedom.
"Well, don't just sit there," he snaps, and he means it because there is little more irritating than watching the girl sit like a lonely flower on the wall in a dress that probably cost her a month's worth of paycheques from her parttime job.
He intends to find her someone to dance with, knowing that she's popular and that even if she wasn't, he could intimidate someone into doing his bidding. Purposefully, he cuts through the crowd to the dance floor, pausing on the edge to scan the students for an appropriate candidate.
A hand on his arm draws his attention back to the girl. "It's sweet of you to dance with me, Kurogane-sensei," she says with an innocent smile. And it seems she's misinterpreted his intentions, but he can't bring himself to tell her as much, or even to refute the accusation that he's sweet when she's beaming up at him like that. He thinks he must be getting soft.
The dance is awkward and embarrassing for Kurogane, but Sakura seems to be enjoying herself. And it's with vague surprise that he realizes her happiness is enough to make it bearable.