AN: Eh. Wrote this around midnight yesterday. Lol, not the best of one shots, but I'm going to finish this fic challenge as if my life depended on it! DX Theme 12, fur! This chapter has two fics as well, since they're so short (and crappy). Hope you... like them? 8D;
Gifts by Strawberry'd
May 14, 2006
"Obaa-chan!" Ryuuzaki Sakuno cried. "What is that?"
"Hm? Oh, this? It's a shawl, why?"
"But... but, it's real fur, isn't it?" Sakuno looked at her grandmother with wide eyes. "Some poor fox is dead because of that shawl, obaa-chan!"
"Well, my obaa-chan gave it to me when I was about your age, Sakuno-chan, and I was going to give it to you."
"No! I don't want it." Sakuno frowned. "I thought you knew how I felt about fur."
"It's a family heirloom, Sakuno-chan." The older woman practically pleaded with her granddaughter.
"But it's wrong, obaa-chan!" She closed her eyes and shuddered. "It's like… it's like… wearing death on your shoulders!"
Ryuuzaki Sumire winced. "That's an… interesting way of putting it."
The younger girl nodded firmly. "Poor animals."
Echizen Ryoma, age 27, cringed as he heard this exchange. When he had bought his wife their one-year anniversary gift, he had expected to get a hug and maybe (hopefully!) a kiss.
"I guess it's back to that hell-hole again." He muttered. He put the fur hat and matching scarf back into their box, grabbed the receipt and headed off to the mall.
AN: This one was crap too. xD;; It was very weird. No romance at all, ne? I'll get back on track with my next ones. Theme 10, worse day. I'm a third of the way done!
Troubles by Strawberry'd
May 14, 2006
"There couldn't have been a worse day." Ryoma muttered as he trudged off the tennis court. Not only had he nearly lost (but didn't, that was the important part), but he got a beating from it, too. His opponent was ruthless. Normally Ryoma wouldn't have minded beating and humiliating an opponent like this, but there had to be a line drawn somewhere!
First his car hadn't started in the morning. Then, Karupin tipped his breakfast onto the floor, so he was hungry the entire day. His library books were overdue, and he forgot to pick up a package waiting for him at the post office.
He groaned, wiping his sweaty face with a towel. Why him? Why today? All he wanted was to go home, eat some kind of food so his stomach would shut up, and nap the rest of the day away.
Ryoma packed up his stuff, took a quick shower, hopped into his (now working) car and headed for home. On the way there, however, he had noticed that he was in need of gas. The closest station was closed.
"I knew it," Ryoma said, eyes narrowing. "Some unknown force hates me. It's karma."
The second nearest gas station was open, but the price of gas had sky-rocketed. Ryoma growled at the cashier, but paid the charge.
Muttering angrily, Ryoma finally made it safely home (although there was that almost-accident involving a family of ducks and a truck driver).
Screw everything else; just wanted a nap.
Ryoma opened the door to the mouth-watched smells of cooking dinner. His wife of one year, Sakuno, greeted him at the door with a hug and a smile.
At her friendly and pretty face, Ryoma felt his troubles fade away.
"So, what's for dinner?" He asked, stepping into the warmth of his home and wife.
Yeah. I'm sorry for taking so long to update, and with such short, pointless drabbles at that. I hope you liked them though, and I'll try to update sooner! Review please 83 And that story about the ducks and the truck is a true story! My friend was telling it to me in fifth period on Friday. XD Full story over at my fanfic LJ, if you wanted it.