♠ Your name: Ten ♠ # of submission: 1 ♠ Title of submission: Real ♠ Characters: Aoi-sama, Mikan-tan, & Kou-kun ♠ Word count: 511 ♠ Theme used: No theme used. ♠ Author notes: I hope drabble works are okay, it's the only kind I can really write :x ♠ The body of the fic: "Is it real?"
It was the sheer disbelief that anyone would question any part of his absolutely perfect being as artificial that kept Aoi-sama, yes he did prefer to refer to himself by that title in his own mind, from answering immediately with a snipped comment. They caught in his throat instead from the shock, jumbling over and over each other in an eagerness to bubble out and attack his questioner, until Aoi-sama was forced to swallow them down and reorganize them into a structure more suiting of his mouth. Certainly just because his current company was of low class didn't mean he also had to st-
"Well? Is it?" Kou prompted again, interrupting his thoughts with that same, aggravatingly self-pleased smile of his, as if he'd been the first to stumble upon some hidden secret about Aoi-sama's true nature. Aoi-sama would have been tempted to smack it right off of his face if he were the uncultured sort to do such a thing. As it was, he reminded himself that he was above that sort of behavior and simply settled on leveling an unimpressed look at Kou, with thinly veiled discontent layered underneath it.
The blond idiot, of course, wasn't educated enough in the ways of subtlety to catch the hidden distaste in his gaze and kept on smiling.
"Yes, it's quite real. I assure you that I would not settle for any sort of-"
"Oh," Kou said quickly in response with a thoughtful frown, cutting straight through Aoi-sama's well-crafted and thorough reply that would have ensured Kou would never ask such a ridiculous question again. The simplicity of his response made Aoi-sama want to grind his teeth, another gesture he'd never actually perform and thus had to settle for doing such mentally.
"Just checking, because I heard from Mikan-tan that wearing a fake eyepatch'll make you blind." With a flash of a grin, Kou headed off, leaving a very still Aoi-sama in his wake, watching him with a narrowed eye. When Kou rounded the corner, Aoi-sama counted quietly and calmly to ten in his head. Still no one sneaking peaks at him around the corner. Slowly, he turned around in place and lifted the eyepatch, blinking rapidly at the sudden light filling the vision in his right eye.
Hah! What ridiculous nonsense, I can see perfectly fi-
"I knew it. You owe me two yellow crayons, Kou-kun."
"Maaan, I thought I had that one."
The two crouched figures now peering around the corner both jumped at the audible snapping sound that came from Aoi-sama's direction, eyes darting up toward the taller figure then toward each other. Maybe voicing their thoughts hadn't been the best of ideas.
"Later!" they both blurted out before taking off, narrowly dodging the worryingly sharpened blue crayon that now stuck firmly out of the wall between them. If there was one thing completely unaffected by Aoi-sama's lack of depth perception, it was his aim with a crayon and neither Mikan nor Kou were keen on finding out just how good his aim was with two working eyes.
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♠ # of submission: 1
♠ Title of submission: Real
♠ Characters: Aoi-sama, Mikan-tan, & Kou-kun
♠ Word count: 511
♠ Theme used: No theme used.
♠ Author notes: I hope drabble works are okay, it's the only kind I can really write :x
♠ The body of the fic:
"Is it real?"
It was the sheer disbelief that anyone would question any part of his absolutely perfect being as artificial that kept Aoi-sama, yes he did prefer to refer to himself by that title in his own mind, from answering immediately with a snipped comment. They caught in his throat instead from the shock, jumbling over and over each other in an eagerness to bubble out and attack his questioner, until Aoi-sama was forced to swallow them down and reorganize them into a structure more suiting of his mouth. Certainly just because his current company was of low class didn't mean he also had to st-
"Well? Is it?" Kou prompted again, interrupting his thoughts with that same, aggravatingly self-pleased smile of his, as if he'd been the first to stumble upon some hidden secret about Aoi-sama's true nature. Aoi-sama would have been tempted to smack it right off of his face if he were the uncultured sort to do such a thing. As it was, he reminded himself that he was above that sort of behavior and simply settled on leveling an unimpressed look at Kou, with thinly veiled discontent layered underneath it.
The blond idiot, of course, wasn't educated enough in the ways of subtlety to catch the hidden distaste in his gaze and kept on smiling.
"Yes, it's quite real. I assure you that I would not settle for any sort of-"
"Oh," Kou said quickly in response with a thoughtful frown, cutting straight through Aoi-sama's well-crafted and thorough reply that would have ensured Kou would never ask such a ridiculous question again. The simplicity of his response made Aoi-sama want to grind his teeth, another gesture he'd never actually perform and thus had to settle for doing such mentally.
"Just checking, because I heard from Mikan-tan that wearing a fake eyepatch'll make you blind." With a flash of a grin, Kou headed off, leaving a very still Aoi-sama in his wake, watching him with a narrowed eye. When Kou rounded the corner, Aoi-sama counted quietly and calmly to ten in his head. Still no one sneaking peaks at him around the corner. Slowly, he turned around in place and lifted the eyepatch, blinking rapidly at the sudden light filling the vision in his right eye.
Hah! What ridiculous nonsense, I can see perfectly fi-
"I knew it. You owe me two yellow crayons, Kou-kun."
"Maaan, I thought I had that one."
The two crouched figures now peering around the corner both jumped at the audible snapping sound that came from Aoi-sama's direction, eyes darting up toward the taller figure then toward each other. Maybe voicing their thoughts hadn't been the best of ideas.
"Later!" they both blurted out before taking off, narrowly dodging the worryingly sharpened blue crayon that now stuck firmly out of the wall between them. If there was one thing completely unaffected by Aoi-sama's lack of depth perception, it was his aim with a crayon and neither Mikan nor Kou were keen on finding out just how good his aim was with two working eyes.