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31_days2006-10-01 11:57 pm
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[October 1] [Yu Yu Hakusho] A complete and balanced breakfast
Title: A complete and balanced breakfast
Day/Theme: October 1 / Coffee and a kick in the pants
Series: Yu Yu Hakusho
Character/Pairing: Shizuru, Kazuma
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Day/Theme: October 1 / Coffee and a kick in the pants
Series: Yu Yu Hakusho
Character/Pairing: Shizuru, Kazuma
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
23:25
It was no secret that Kuwabara Shizuru doted on her younger brother (in her own, special, unique way.) Not exactly the most inspiring homemaker with the ever-present nicotine cloud billowing at her wake and a widely whispered reputation for being able to beat the crap out of juvenile delinquents, yakuza underlings, and minor youkai with minimal exertion, she still delivered a filling and satisfying breakfast every morning. Packed with proteins, vitamins, minerals and everything else a growing boy required, a well-balanced meal was exactly what Kuwabara Kazuma needed to jump start his days.
“Kazuma,” came the laconic greeting. “Breakfast.”
“. . .Yeah.”
“Yeah?” Shizuru took a concisely measured puff from her cigarette.
“Uh-huh. Yeah.”
“What the hell is yeah?” Her tone was still cool, but she was watching his descent like a raptor.
“Uh. . .nothing,” he mumbled. “Yeah. Uh-huh. Just yeah.”
“Dammit, are you awake?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you shitting with me?”
“Yeah.”
“. . . Kazuma.”
“Yeah?”
“Breakfast!”
Kazuma cracked his grainy eyes open, just in time to see a bony knuckle fly straight for his slack jaw.
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Correction:
Packed with power, voracity, muscle, and everything else that characterized full-blown conniptions, a well-aimed punch was exactly what Kuwabara Kazuma needed to jump start his days.
23:53
It was no secret that Kuwabara Shizuru doted on her younger brother (in her own, special, unique way.) Not exactly the most inspiring homemaker with the ever-present nicotine cloud billowing at her wake and a widely whispered reputation for being able to beat the crap out of juvenile delinquents, yakuza underlings, and minor youkai with minimal exertion, she still delivered a filling and satisfying breakfast every morning. Packed with proteins, vitamins, minerals and everything else a growing boy required, a well-balanced meal was exactly what Kuwabara Kazuma needed to jump start his days.
“Kazuma,” came the laconic greeting. “Breakfast.”
“. . .Yeah.”
“Yeah?” Shizuru took a concisely measured puff from her cigarette.
“Uh-huh. Yeah.”
“What the hell is yeah?” Her tone was still cool, but she was watching his descent like a raptor.
“Uh. . .nothing,” he mumbled. “Yeah. Uh-huh. Just yeah.”
“Dammit, are you awake?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you shitting with me?”
“Yeah.”
“. . . Kazuma.”
“Yeah?”
“Breakfast!”
Kazuma cracked his grainy eyes open, just in time to see a bony knuckle fly straight for his slack jaw.
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Correction:
Packed with power, voracity, muscle, and everything else that characterized full-blown conniptions, a well-aimed punch was exactly what Kuwabara Kazuma needed to jump start his days.
23:53