A number of really, really short drabbles.
May. 6th, 2005 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
midnightdiddleBecause I should be going up to my old college, to pick up pottery and talk to my advisor, but...ideas won't leave me in peace. So pieces of ideas! (bad pun, many apologies)
So, drabbles for every fandom under the sun. (read: of Naruto and Bleach)
Iruka could see Kakashi's face, clear as day. The mask was a light blue, stretchy fabric, and it clung to Kakashi's features. And now, with Iruka so very, very close, he could see the shape of a chin, thin and almost pointy, of cheek bones, high, and of a mouth, slightly open. He could feel breath from behind the mask brushing across his nose and he lifted his face a bit more, so the breath touched his lips.
"How was your mission, Kakashi-san?" he asked politely, moving his gaze from the lower half of the face to that one eye.
"Good," Kakashi said, an small explosion of air touching Iruka's lips.
Iruka touched the tip of his tongue to the center of his top lip thoughtfully, looking over the mission report in front of him, and Kakashi leaned closer until their forehead protectors clinked together.
"Is something wrong, Sensei?" he asked softly, and Iruka had to repress a shudder.
"Nothing, nothing."
"Are you sure?" He sounded as though he was about to laugh. Iruka found himself again focusing on the mask, on the way it moved and pulledd, stretching over Kakashi's nose and mouth, the mouth that was open in a smile. He tore his gaze away from the face to look around the mission room, half agitated and half elated that it was empty, save for him and Kakashi. He leaned from his chair, pressing his lips against Kakashi's mask in a quick peck, then sat down again, looking over the mission report once more.
"Nothing," he repeated. Check, check, sign, stamp. When Kakashi left the room, Iruka could just see a smile underneath that stretchy blue mask.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who dreamed. She dreamed not of white horses and knights, but of captains and shinigami, of defeating strong hollows and gaining the love of a certain man. She dreamed of many things, and while she dreamed, a boy watched over her, protected her in her sleep. He didn't believe in dreams, saw them as rubbish, as things that will never come true, but sometimes, when the girl looked at him with her pretty, pretty eyes, he dreamed of her loving him.
Time moved slowly for them, a place of half-fulfilled dreams and straying gazes. It was drowsy, a place where they'd let their drooping eyelids shut as they leaned against one another, and dreaming and not dreaming, they'd be happy together.
Then, one day, things changed. The girl's dream betrayed her, turned and bit her like a venomous snake, and she fell into a deep sleep, one in which she couldn't dream. The boy tried to rescue her, but he failed, and when he, too, fell into that sleep, he dreamed, just for her. He dreamed many things, of ribbons in hair, of pretty eyes, of first kisses and of little things, of falling asleep together, leaning upon one another, of laughing, and of a little boy, protecting a little girl who loved him. And while he dreamed, he was happy.
Umm...the first was from Naruto, obviously. The second was from Bleach. If you can name the characters, I'll give you...a cookie! Because I like random things like this, little prize-giveaways.
Now to go get ready to go to Logan. College, here I come!
So, drabbles for every fandom under the sun. (read: of Naruto and Bleach)
Iruka could see Kakashi's face, clear as day. The mask was a light blue, stretchy fabric, and it clung to Kakashi's features. And now, with Iruka so very, very close, he could see the shape of a chin, thin and almost pointy, of cheek bones, high, and of a mouth, slightly open. He could feel breath from behind the mask brushing across his nose and he lifted his face a bit more, so the breath touched his lips.
"How was your mission, Kakashi-san?" he asked politely, moving his gaze from the lower half of the face to that one eye.
"Good," Kakashi said, an small explosion of air touching Iruka's lips.
Iruka touched the tip of his tongue to the center of his top lip thoughtfully, looking over the mission report in front of him, and Kakashi leaned closer until their forehead protectors clinked together.
"Is something wrong, Sensei?" he asked softly, and Iruka had to repress a shudder.
"Nothing, nothing."
"Are you sure?" He sounded as though he was about to laugh. Iruka found himself again focusing on the mask, on the way it moved and pulledd, stretching over Kakashi's nose and mouth, the mouth that was open in a smile. He tore his gaze away from the face to look around the mission room, half agitated and half elated that it was empty, save for him and Kakashi. He leaned from his chair, pressing his lips against Kakashi's mask in a quick peck, then sat down again, looking over the mission report once more.
"Nothing," he repeated. Check, check, sign, stamp. When Kakashi left the room, Iruka could just see a smile underneath that stretchy blue mask.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who dreamed. She dreamed not of white horses and knights, but of captains and shinigami, of defeating strong hollows and gaining the love of a certain man. She dreamed of many things, and while she dreamed, a boy watched over her, protected her in her sleep. He didn't believe in dreams, saw them as rubbish, as things that will never come true, but sometimes, when the girl looked at him with her pretty, pretty eyes, he dreamed of her loving him.
Time moved slowly for them, a place of half-fulfilled dreams and straying gazes. It was drowsy, a place where they'd let their drooping eyelids shut as they leaned against one another, and dreaming and not dreaming, they'd be happy together.
Then, one day, things changed. The girl's dream betrayed her, turned and bit her like a venomous snake, and she fell into a deep sleep, one in which she couldn't dream. The boy tried to rescue her, but he failed, and when he, too, fell into that sleep, he dreamed, just for her. He dreamed many things, of ribbons in hair, of pretty eyes, of first kisses and of little things, of falling asleep together, leaning upon one another, of laughing, and of a little boy, protecting a little girl who loved him. And while he dreamed, he was happy.
Umm...the first was from Naruto, obviously. The second was from Bleach. If you can name the characters, I'll give you...a cookie! Because I like random things like this, little prize-giveaways.
Now to go get ready to go to Logan. College, here I come!
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Date: 2005-05-06 07:56 pm (UTC)The Naruto was a sweet fic ... and as for Bleach one , I haven't seen it ... YET . lol So , I wouldn't know . ^^;;
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Date: 2005-05-06 08:00 pm (UTC)Bleach I'm not as familiar with but I'm guessing its about Ichigo and Rukia, then again that's probaby waaay to obvious so therefore wrong. Very nicely written as well though, hehe.
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Date: 2008-09-10 05:50 am (UTC)Maybe it's because I wear glasses and I love boys with glasses because our glasses clack together when we kiss? And no, I don't have a glasses fetish... though maybe just a sounds one. XD
And I really am going to sleep...