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[September 2] [Yu Yu Hakusho] Nonchalance
Title: Nonchalance
Day/Theme: September 2 / Cat
Series: Yu Yu Hakusho
Character/Pairing: Kuwabara
Rating: PG
090205 12:38
On a laundry basket, in a small bedroom, a doorway to the world of youkai was opening ominously. A curious creature was emerging from within its invisible bounds, harmlessly guised to seem like a bunch of newly washed white socks magically gaining sentience. Pulsating erratically, its amorphous body—if you could call it that—wriggled, its tentacles slithering about, looking oddly like sneaker laces. The fearsome spiritual strength emanating from it was comparable to that of a horrendously fat tabby with a half-chewed out ear and a truncated bushy tail.
Kuwabara ignored it pointedly. Miserably, he rolled over and buried his face on his pillow.
“What am I gonna do?” he groaned.
He had failed another exam in algebra, an exam he studied particularly hard for. Yukina-chan even came over to help him thrice that week. (She wasn’t really into math, but she was very encouraging and just too sweet for words. Sigh.) Keiko even sent him her old notes, reminding him to make sure he’d sleep well the night before. And he did, he did sleep well! After he studied and practiced, of course. Look at his math book; you couldn’t open the book without having it fall apart in your fingers.
Maybe they’re right. Maybe he was just good for fighting, nothing else. Maybe he should take up professional wrestling or something, and then he wouldn’t have to keep trying so hard and keep getting zero results, keep getting called stupid and what-not. And wouldn’t that be cool if you have a dad who appears on TV with all those WWF gai-jin? Hey, if he were a wrestler, he’d want himself for a dad!
But then of course, Shizuru would enter the picture. If she’d go into the ring and beat the crap out him on live TV, he’d be the prime time clown instead. His future family would be humiliated and would hate him. And dear, dear Yukina-chan would get disappointed. Oneesan would be cackling, of course. Speaking of which...
“Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” The red-head moaned and sat up morosely. “Oneesan will kill me!”
She’d find out somehow, she always did. She’d come home in towering fury, her eyes glowing malevolently like the butt of her smoldering cigarette, and then she’d proceed on laying the smack down on his ass. She’d string him up the neighbor’s roof, where there’s this protruding beam and she’d flay him alive with white-hot iron and—
“Aw, nuts!”
He shot out of bed and grabbed the fledgling monster from his laundry. Oh, he really would be dead meat, if his sister saw the stray he brought home a week ago swimming in his clean clothes. Shizuru washed those for him the other day because he had been too busy studying and he’d already ran out of underwear.
“She’ll flip and raise hell,” the tall young man fretted. Oh, yes, he could already hear her speech about all their ancestors rolling in their graves at the uselessness of their youngest male descendant—and some of them didn’t even have graves yet, like Old Granny Isa!
The furry creature molted at that point and lost its cotton hide. It looked back at him with liquid eyes innocently.
“You don’t really care, do you?” he accused the stray.
The tabby replied with a non-committal meow.
Kuwabara sighed. He sat down on the his desk, opened his notebook, and began to lecture the kitten on how to find the focus of the hyperbola in problem number 47.
The cat continued to chew on a doggy sock, and though he coolly tried not to look it, he was closely listening to his new master.
~ 13:12
Note: Yes, I know it's WWE for several years now. ^^;;
Day/Theme: September 2 / Cat
Series: Yu Yu Hakusho
Character/Pairing: Kuwabara
Rating: PG
090205 12:38
On a laundry basket, in a small bedroom, a doorway to the world of youkai was opening ominously. A curious creature was emerging from within its invisible bounds, harmlessly guised to seem like a bunch of newly washed white socks magically gaining sentience. Pulsating erratically, its amorphous body—if you could call it that—wriggled, its tentacles slithering about, looking oddly like sneaker laces. The fearsome spiritual strength emanating from it was comparable to that of a horrendously fat tabby with a half-chewed out ear and a truncated bushy tail.
Kuwabara ignored it pointedly. Miserably, he rolled over and buried his face on his pillow.
“What am I gonna do?” he groaned.
He had failed another exam in algebra, an exam he studied particularly hard for. Yukina-chan even came over to help him thrice that week. (She wasn’t really into math, but she was very encouraging and just too sweet for words. Sigh.) Keiko even sent him her old notes, reminding him to make sure he’d sleep well the night before. And he did, he did sleep well! After he studied and practiced, of course. Look at his math book; you couldn’t open the book without having it fall apart in your fingers.
Maybe they’re right. Maybe he was just good for fighting, nothing else. Maybe he should take up professional wrestling or something, and then he wouldn’t have to keep trying so hard and keep getting zero results, keep getting called stupid and what-not. And wouldn’t that be cool if you have a dad who appears on TV with all those WWF gai-jin? Hey, if he were a wrestler, he’d want himself for a dad!
But then of course, Shizuru would enter the picture. If she’d go into the ring and beat the crap out him on live TV, he’d be the prime time clown instead. His future family would be humiliated and would hate him. And dear, dear Yukina-chan would get disappointed. Oneesan would be cackling, of course. Speaking of which...
“Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” The red-head moaned and sat up morosely. “Oneesan will kill me!”
She’d find out somehow, she always did. She’d come home in towering fury, her eyes glowing malevolently like the butt of her smoldering cigarette, and then she’d proceed on laying the smack down on his ass. She’d string him up the neighbor’s roof, where there’s this protruding beam and she’d flay him alive with white-hot iron and—
“Aw, nuts!”
He shot out of bed and grabbed the fledgling monster from his laundry. Oh, he really would be dead meat, if his sister saw the stray he brought home a week ago swimming in his clean clothes. Shizuru washed those for him the other day because he had been too busy studying and he’d already ran out of underwear.
“She’ll flip and raise hell,” the tall young man fretted. Oh, yes, he could already hear her speech about all their ancestors rolling in their graves at the uselessness of their youngest male descendant—and some of them didn’t even have graves yet, like Old Granny Isa!
The furry creature molted at that point and lost its cotton hide. It looked back at him with liquid eyes innocently.
“You don’t really care, do you?” he accused the stray.
The tabby replied with a non-committal meow.
Kuwabara sighed. He sat down on the his desk, opened his notebook, and began to lecture the kitten on how to find the focus of the hyperbola in problem number 47.
The cat continued to chew on a doggy sock, and though he coolly tried not to look it, he was closely listening to his new master.
~ 13:12
Note: Yes, I know it's WWE for several years now. ^^;;