[TRC] 100-word drabbles

[mikkeneko]

This post will host all of my 100 word drabbles in the TRC fandom, since it seems silly to give them each their own post.

Title: Unhelpful
Rating: PG
Summary: Fai is hot. Kurogane isn't helping. No spoilers.
Word count: 200

 "Kuro-wan," Fai said, "It's hot."

"So go open a window," Kurogane said, not looking up as he turned another page of his Maganyan.

He could see Fai pouting at him from the corner of his eye, but he didn't move. After seventeen chapters, he was just now getting to the conclusion of this fight, and he didn't want to stop.

"Kuro-wan," Fai said again, a whine creeping into his voice, "I'm hot."

"So go turn on the fan," Kurogane said, still refusing to move. "It's your own fault for always wearing long sleeves."

There was a moment of silence, then Kurogane startled slightly when a pair of long arms draped themselves over his shoulders. "Kuro-wan," Fai purred in his ear. "You aren't listening to me."

Kurogane blinked, and looked up to find Fai's face inches from his own. "I'm hot... and I want you to do something about it."

"Oh," Kurogane said, then leered at him. "How about I help you out of some of those clothes, then?"

Fai smirked. "Bad doggy," he murmured. "You're no help. You're just going to end up making me even hotter."

Kurogane shrugged. What could he say? He didn't take very well to training.

 

~end.
 

 

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 Title: Dirty

 

Warnings: Crude humor.
Summary: Infinity. Fai is in a snit. Kurogane and Sakura are worried.
Word count: 100

 

"Stop hovering," Fai snapped, brushing past Kurogane's outstretched hand and stalking towards his bedroom. "I don't need your pity."

"Please, Fai-san," Sakura said from the doorway. "We're just trying to help you. We're all worried."

"Help? How do you think you can help? I'm a vampire now, an unnatural creature! I subsist on a diet of pure blood!" Fai nearly shouted. "Don't you understand what that means?"

"But we still care for you, Fai," Sakura said gently.

"Care nothing! I'm not getting any fiber! Do you have any idea how many days it's been since I could take a crap?"

 

~end.

 

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Title: Sunshine
Word count: 100
Author's notes: Sort of a sequel to 'Haibane.' But also sort of not.
Warnings: Crack.

 

When they move to a new world, they take on the characteristics of that world. It's not just an attempt to blend in; the laws of physics demand it.

It's a while before anyone notices anything; they land at night, and the heavy overcast means that dawn scarcely brightens the chill mossy jungle of this world.

But afternoon finds them in a small town, and as the light brightens slowly over the paved square Sakura finds herself staring in fascination as Fai's presence becomes impossible to ignore.

"Fai-san," she says, "are you...?"

There can be no mistake.

Fai is sparkling.

 

~end.
 

 

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Title: Sacrifices
Rating: PG
Summary: To save Fai's life, Kurogane had to give something up. Nihon spoilers.
Word count: 100

"Kurogane..." Tomoyo begins, hesitating as she leans towards him. Her touch, brushing against his bandaged shoulder, is as gentle as her voice. "Your arm..."

"I don't regret it," he insists. "It was worth it. He's worth it."

"Your dear mother's dream..." Tomoyo's violet eyes stand with tears. "You will never be able to fulfill it now!"

"Don't tell him," he said quietly. "I don't want him to feel any guiltier than he already does."

She sighs and sits back, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. "But Kurogane, how will you ever win the all-Nihon knitting championship with only one arm?"
 

~end.

 

 

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Title: Blocks
Rating: PG-13

 

Warnings: Black humor. Celes arc spoilers.
Summary: Fai and his brother mark time.

Cold-chapped hands seek and grab; tiny, frail limbs heave. Breath pants in desperate lungs as the boy, his face and limbs gaunt from too-long starvation, drags one cold, heavy body endlessly atop another.

"Fai!" he shouted in a cracked voice up to the sky. "Fai!"

"Yuui," the weak reply floats down to him.

"Guess what it is this time, Fai!" The tiny figure bounces impatiently atop his creation, awaiting an answer.

There's a long pause, before the voice finally answers. "...it's the 'Leaning Tower of Pisa,' Yuui. Again."

"Damn! Okay, best one hundred twenty-five out of two hundred fifty?"

~end.
 

 

 

 

 

Title: Blessed
Word count: 100
Summary: Kurogane makes a wish.
Author's Notes: Blame the kinkmeme for this one.

 

"You know," Fai said in an I-told-you-so tone to his fuming lover, "You ought to have known this would happen. Every wish carries a price. Nine months of hell seems about fair."

"Shut up!" Kurogane fumed as his swipe missed. Normally Fai would have been an easy target, but Kurogane was finding it difficult to uncurl from the cramps around his belly. "I never wished for THIS! All I wanted was that... Suwa's bloodline wouldn't die out."

Fai tsked. "You wished for children, well, your wish was granted."

"Yeah, but I figured YOU'D be carrying the damn baby!" Kurogane roared.

~ end.

 

 

Title: Synthesis
Word count: 200
Summary: Syaoran muses on how much things have changed between them.
Author's Notes: ...I think this is the first honest-to-god Syaoran/Sakura fic I've written in this fandom. Wow! Born of thinking too hard about how Mokona's translation ability works.

 

 

Ever since they began traveling, Sakura's accent disappeared.

 

Although they both grew up in Clow, they weren't of the same social class. He was the adopted son of a wandering archaeologist, and she… well, she was a princess, destined to marry greatness. Her voice always had the measured, singsong cadence of the palace, and Syaoran's voice felt rough and clumsy in comparison.

But ever since the night her feathers were scattered, their voices sound the same in his ears.

He knows it's not Sakura who's changed. Kurogane and Fai's voices don't have accents either, and they're not even speaking the same language. It's Mokona's doing, translating and correcting between them to make them easy and familiar with each other. He's sure that in Sakura's ears, he's lost the rough provincial burr that he was never able to shake.

He never thought he would be glad of anything that came from the terrible night. The relationship that had once been between them was shattered, irrevocably, lying in shells and shards on the sand they had left behind. But what is slowly growing between them now is different; no longer princess and commoner but friends. Equals.

And Syaoran is glad for that.

~end.

Title: Gifts
Word count: 100
Warnings: Crack.

 

Dear Yuuko,

Thank you for the Christmas gift. At first Syaoran and I were a little confused about what it was supposed to be used for, but thankfully Mokona was able to demonstrate the proper way to wear it.

I have to say I never would have thought to ask for a costume strap-on unicorn horn, but the label on the product promises that is durable and washable and is certain to bring a spark back into a couple's relationship. So we are truly happy that you are thinking of us, and wishing you well in return.

Merry Christmas!

 

Sakura

~end.


 

Title: Objection!
Word count: 100
Author's Notes: This was written for the anonymous kinkmeme. The prompt was "Tomoyo, the maid of honor at Sakura and Shaoran's wedding, shouted "I object!" when it got to the part where the priest asks if there's anyone who has a problem with this union."

 

"I object!"

Sakura whipped her head around to gawk at whoever had said the unthinkable.

Tomoyo was standing in the aisle, her violet eyes shimmering with tears."Sakura-chan, how could you break my heart this way?" she sobbed, wringing her hands. "You know my feelings perfectly well!"

"T-tomoyo-chan..." Sakura stammered. "I... I'm sorry..."

"The dress you are wearing is absolutely too plain for you!" Tomoyo scolded, springing the lock of the chest at her feet and whipping out another dress, covered with sparkles, frills and feathers. "I told you a hundred times to leave the wardrobe planning up to me!"

 

~end.

 

Title: Twisted
Word count: 100
Pairing: Seishirou/Subaru (TRC)

 

"What's this?" Seishirou's voice was like cold oil. "Is the legendary stamina of vampires just a myth?"

"I'm not giving up," Subaru gasped. His limbs shook, and sweat slid down his neck.

"Very well." A black-gloved hand moved, a needle spun...

"Right foot... red!"

An explosive groan escaped Subaru. With a great effort, he hiked up his hips and slid his foot along the mat. Closer... almost there...

There was a muffled crack, and Subaru collapsed into a heap on the plastic mat. "I don't think I can move," he murmured.

"Really?" Seishirou smirked, and moved in for the kill.

 

~end.

 

Title: Family Planning
Warnings: Mpreg, black humor
Word Count: 200
Author's Notes: This was based off a dream I had. When i woke up, I found myself wondering: why does this never, ever happen in fanfic?

 

"That's three tests now that all say the same thing," Fai said, staring stunned at the little blue strip. "I'm... pregnant."

"But HOW?" Kurogane demanded.

"I would think you could guess the HOW," Fai murmured to him dryly, and Kurogane glowered.

"YOU were the one who was suddenly struck by an irresistable urge to be on the bottom for five nights running..."

Syaoran cleared his throat noisily. "I've been doing some research," he said apologetically. "Apparently in this world it's common for men to bear the babies."

"That's right!" Mokona exclaimed, bouncing on Syaoran's shoulder. "And when you enter a world, you take on the characteristics of that world!"

"But this is bullshit!" Kurogane exclaimed. "We can't take care of a baby when we're traveling!"

"Not to mention, once we leave this world, Fai-san's anatomy will revert to normal," Syaoran said anxiously.

"And Mokona can't control when the earring glows," the little creature said sadly.

Fai sighed. "You're all right," he said. "I hate to say it, but there's only one thing we can do."

Kurogane nodded solemnly and turned back to Syaoran. "Kid," he said, "look up the number of a local gynecologists, so we can schedule an abortion."

 

~end.



 

Title: Banter
Warnings: End-of-series spoilers, language
Word Count: 100

 

Since that first fight at Acid Tokyo, Syaoran and his clone had fight a dozen more times in a dozen more worlds. It was almost a ritual between them - the catlike circling that would precede the clash of steel, the lightning flashes of magic.

"You can't win against me," Syaoran declared in a tight, angry voice. "You're nothing but a fake, an imitation."

"Big words from a little boy," the clone taunted, the tip of his sword circling in a come-at-me gesture. "You know, I fucked your mother."

"Oh, yeah?" Syaoran snapped back without thinking. "Well, so did I!"

 

~end.

Title: Composure
Warnings: Ceres arc spoilers.
Word Count: 100

"King Ashura!" The cry ended in a sob as the two of them faced off in the crystalline, bloodied throne room of Ceres. "How? How could this possibly be true?"

"With each person I kill, my power grows stronger," Ashura explained in a remote, melancholy voice.

"That's not what I meant!" Fai's hand shot out and pointed at the mad king. "How can you have just killed hundreds of people with your bare hands, and yet not one glossy strand of hair is out of place?"

"L'Oreal," Ashura said seriously. "Because I'm worth it," he added.

~end.




 

Title: Contract
Warnings: Clow Arc spoilers.
Word Count: 100

 

"As I told you would happen," Fei Wong Reed intoned. "On her fourteenth birthday, the curse will envelop her body, and she will die. If you had taken her hand on that night, perhaps you could have saved her…"

"Nooooo!" Tsubasa cried out, tears streaking his cheeks as he struggled futilely towards the center of the black morass that was consuming the girl he loved.

"But you can still save her," the magician told him. "You have the power to change fate, and prevent this outcome from occurring… if you sign a contract with me and become a Puella Magi!"

 

~end.