ffff I am once again writing more retarded Firefly/Star Trek crossovery stuff. This one's gonna be long though, so no posting until I finish the story
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As soon as Sakura returns from her meeting with Syaoran, all three of the girls know something is up. (That is, Umi and Fuu certainly do. Hikaru is entirely convinced that Sakura has found some sort of strange and exotic Hong Kong flower until the others tell her in no uncertain terms that Syaoran does not have petals.) The resulting conversation is two-parts embarrassing, one part uplifting -- but either way her face is terribly warm and her head is terribly fizzy by the end of it
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Fay has to hold Kurogane back. Otherwise he's going to end up knocking over all the furniture in Ikki's apartment, again. "Kuro-pii, Suki-kun has a point," he says, half laughing and half soothing. "Kuro-wanko can't just walk around the city if he's going to pick fights~"
"I ain't pickin' nothin'!" The ninja huffs, but allows his wife to restrain him. "Those monsters attacked me."
"They're motorcycles, Kurodaddy."
"Whatever they're called."
"Now now." Fay is all smiles. "Kuro-wan won't have to stay here alone! I'll help keep him occupied."
Ikki's jaw drops. "Like hell you are!"
"Hmmm~?"
"Fine, you're ungrounded! But don't cut apart any more fucking motorcycles!"
Kurogane grumbles. But one way or another he learns to keep his sword to himself.
If they had been anyone else, there might have been a scandal. An apparently single mother, taking care of a baby with her two (male) friends? How terrible. But the mother's parents didn't seem to mind; the father was the young proprieter of a local shrine, and the other one ... well, most people hadn't even heard of him before he'd opened his cooking school. (Some people still denied the fact that the school was even there, half the time.)
So really, the only signifcant objections to the whole arrangement begin and end at the hospital. The child is healthy, but there is still one complication: only family (and thus only the father, singular) are allowed in Himawari's hospital room.
"You should go," says Watanuki. He sits in a chair just outside Himawari's room, hands folded and resting lightly in his lap. He wears a dark violet apron, which has the name of his cooking school patterned along its bottom edge: Hitsuzen. The call came right in the middle of one of his cooking lessons. "I mean, by definition--"
Himawari's hospital room is bright. The windows are open, admitting a wide swath of afternoon sunlight, and a vase filled with sunflowers sits next to her bed. Himawari herself is flushed but deeply content, holding a tiny bundle to her chest. When she sees them, her whole face lights up. "She's healthy," she says, and Watanuki can see the relief behind her joy. "We can take her home in a few days
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I mean, SOMETHING WITH HIKARU AND SAKURA, if you need/want a more specific prompt, uh "boy talk". 8D
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AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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"What."
"Grounded!"
"You can't fuckin'--"
Fay has to hold Kurogane back. Otherwise he's going to end up knocking over all the furniture in Ikki's apartment, again. "Kuro-pii, Suki-kun has a point," he says, half laughing and half soothing. "Kuro-wanko can't just walk around the city if he's going to pick fights~"
"I ain't pickin' nothin'!" The ninja huffs, but allows his wife to restrain him. "Those monsters attacked me."
"They're motorcycles, Kurodaddy."
"Whatever they're called."
"Now now." Fay is all smiles. "Kuro-wan won't have to stay here alone! I'll help keep him occupied."
Ikki's jaw drops. "Like hell you are!"
"Hmmm~?"
"Fine, you're ungrounded! But don't cut apart any more fucking motorcycles!"
Kurogane grumbles. But one way or another he learns to keep his sword to himself.
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Otherwise, Devin's five greatest supernatural super awesome suspects in camp/his canon, and how he plans on exposing them.
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... okay, yeah, Ginko and Jack would probably get along, I'll give you that.
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So really, the only signifcant objections to the whole arrangement begin and end at the hospital. The child is healthy, but there is still one complication: only family (and thus only the father, singular) are allowed in Himawari's hospital room.
"You should go," says Watanuki. He sits in a chair just outside Himawari's room, hands folded and resting lightly in his lap. He wears a dark violet apron, which has the name of his cooking school patterned along its bottom edge: Hitsuzen. The call came right in the middle of one of his cooking lessons. "I mean, by definition--"
Doumeki ( ... )
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