ALL Righty then.
ZephyrFiction, comin' at ya. Yeah, me and a couple of other Authors are on TILAS. It's all on the profile. Who and what we are. We all decided to take the 'iPod Ten Drabble Challenge'
So, i've chosen RyouXLettuce. There's no drama or anghsty songs on my iPod, so sorry. But i garuntee you, these are some intresting drabbles.
I
Cha Cha Slide
Mr. C
Clap, Clap Clap clap ya hands
Lettuce stumbled as she tried to keep up with the rhythm of the song. TO her left and right, Ichigo and Pudding were laughing, not caring if they were messing up
*print*
Lettuce jumped, as the bass of the song screeched her cue to jump. She didn't understand why Ryou dragged her out to this dance. She could barley understand the English lyrics, and she was a few beats behind everyone else.
EVERYBODY CLAP YOU' HANDS!!!
Everyone began wolf whisling as the girls began to 'get low'. All Lettuce wanted to do was sit back down. Due to her clumsiness, just as they were 'cha cha-ing' Lettuce tripped over her feet, sending her to the floor. However, a strong pair of hands grabbed her shoulders, keeping her from making an even bigger fool of herself.
Looking up, Lettuce saw the blond head of Ryou, face illuminated by the flashing neon lights. She couldn't hear what he was saying over the music, but he helped Lettuce to her feet, and began dancing next to her.
Somehow, as the song began winding down, Lettuce didn't feel as nervous. For some reason, being next to Ryou helped to quell her fears. Once the song ended, Lettuce applauded with the rest of them, smiling softly to her boss. However, her fears returned as a new song began. This one, fast paced, with a banjo and harmonica somewhere.
"Do you know the Cotton Eyed Joe?"
II
Yuki Muno Madobe Nite.
Chihara Minori
Ryou laid in his bed, arms folded across his face. He never understood it. The way his stomach felt. The way his eyes always seemed to follow her. He'd never understood it before, but now…
Minto had finally confessed her love to Zakuro, who returned her feelings wholeheartedly. Keiichiro had finally asked his former girlfriend out. It seemed as if love was blossoming all over. But for him…
He just wished it would end. That he couldn't feel. He wished he could just spill his feeling out of himself and into a book. A simple book, that he could read at his whim. And close when he got bored of it. But no, that was not how humans worked.
"Shirogane-san?" The timid voice of Lettuce rang in his ears, muffled by the oak door to his bedroom. "Akasaka-san made you some soup if you were hungry. I'll leave it out here if you want it."
Her footsteps grew quieter as she walked away. Slowly, Ryou picked himself up from his bed, in a daze. If he COULD do it. If he could spill his feeling out into a book, there'd be one other person who would read it. But, would it be so terrible if she did?
III
Raiders March
John Williams
The overhead sun glared at the expansive desert. A lone figure cut the silence, the sound of hooves beating out a unique rhythm. Atop an onyx black horse, one man rode, eyes fixed on what was ahead of him. Pulling the brim of his fedora down low, to cut the glare from the sun, he urged his steed onward, closing the gap between himself and the vehicle.
"SHIROGNAE!" The voice broke the tension, as Ryou Shirogane, archeologist and adventure, narrowed his eyes, locking onto a figure in the back of the truck. A beautiful woman, bound hand and foot, eyes pleading for rescue.
"You'll never take her Shiro-baka!" Her captive stood up, hauling poor Lettuce to her feet. "Once I return the Fouline to the Furher, we shall rule the world together!" His laughter echoed back at him, but Ryou had one ace left.
Reaching down to his belt, he felt his hand clamp down over the rawhide handle of his whip. Drawing level he lashed out, striking him across the face. With a yelp, he dropped down, as Ryou heroicly leapt the gap between his horse and the truck. The man rose to his feet, fists ready. Ryou didn't even bat an eye, as he punched him between the eyes. He dropped like a stone, a one hit knock out. Sighing, Ryou whipped out his gun, forcing the driver onward. With a twist of his boot, he kicked the man's body off the truck, watching it bounce away into the desert.
"Shirognae," Lettuce whispered, as Ryou cut her bonds. With a smile, he brought his green haired lover to her feet, their faces drawing closer…
"Ryou-san, wake up," Startled, Ryou fell off the chair he was lounging in, landing at the feet of Keiichiro.
"Um, I'm sorry, but you fell asleep," "Last time I marathon Indiana Jones before bed," Ryou sighed, switching off the TV.
IV
YMCA
Village People
"Take it off Ryou!" Ichigo shouted, as the music began. Sighing, Ryou jumped up on the table, and pulled off his shirt, flexing his well toned body. The girls in the room squeeled, as Kisshu, Keiichrio and Masaya joined him.
"You just HAD to make that bet," Kisshu sighed, as they all took off their shirts.
"How was I supposed to know Lettuce played Mortal Kombat before?" Ryou spat. His eyes caught those of Lettuce, standing in the back of the room. She smirked a bit, but not unkindly. Ryou sighed again, as the four of them went through the motions.
"Y-M-C-A!"
V
I'm a Believer.
Smash Mouth
Ryou gazed over at Masaya, his arms wrapped around Ichigo, as he chatted with Minto and Zakuro. Love. The one thing sience failed him with. Everything he did ended in failure. He'd written love off as a fluke, a glitch in the human programming. Nothing would ever make him believe love existed.
Then, Lettuce came in, tripping, and sending three sundaes onto the loving couple. Ryou blinked, getting a good look at Lettuce, her hair a mess, panting as she laid on the floor. Love. Nothing would make him believe. Well…Lettuce was something. Something that Ryou was treating to dinner that night.
VI
Polka Your Eyes Out
Weird Al Yankovic
Ryou and Lettuce could only watch as Ichigo danced around the room, with Pudding following close behind. They were seemingly oblivious to anything and everything, as the English lyrics blared from the sound system. "This song is so cool Ichigo onee-chan!" Pudding shouted. "My cousin in America gave it too me!"
Ryou wrapped an arm around Lettuce, letting her lay her head down on his chest. Sometimes the insanity in the café reached levels nih unbearable. However, for some reason, everytime Ryou held Lettuce, he didn't care that Pudding and Ichigo were prancing around like gazells on Acid, or Zakuro and Minto were making out in the broom closet. Or that Kisshu asked Keiichiro to marry him. All that mattered, was Lettuce.
And what Ryou did to himself when he thought about her.
VII
Jump Around
House of Pain
The club lights danced around, creating a dizzying display of sights and sound. Lettuce had never been to a club before. But Ryou had insisted, claiming that she needed to 'broaden her horizons' a bit. She nervously looked around, trying to get sight of her escort in the crowd of limbs and bodies.
"Having fun Lettuce?" Ryou asked, sliding in up next to her.
"I can't dance." She shouted, thankful no one else could hear her over the insane bass.
"Just jump up and down," Ryou told her, as he began rocking on his heels. Lettuce began nodding to the beat. Soon, her entire body was bouncing up and down to the beat, her arms flailing around, narrowly missing everyone around her.
Next thing she knew, her butt was grinding against Ryou's front, as she screamed her lungs out. Her hair had gone insane, her ponytail gone. And for some reason, Ryou was swinging her bra around. How he'd managed to get it out from under her shirt, she didn't know. Nor did she care.
VIII
Hot Patootie
Meat Loaf
Ryou came roaring into the café, astride a motorcycle, sporting a leather jacket and, for some reason, a saxophone. He got off, as music began playing. It was nothing Lettuce had ever heard before. It was loud, with guitar and drums. Ryou began singing, as he drew closer to her. Finally, he tossed the sax to Keiichiro, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her full on the mouth.
Lettuce had never been kissed like that before, full of passion and feeling. When they broke, she gazed at him, before squeeling, following him to his motorcycle, putting on a helmet, wrapping her arms around him, and cheering as he blasted out of the café.
"Why did we show Rocky Horror Picture Show last night?" Keiichiro sighed, as he laid the sax down on the table.
"I'll give you three guesses." Turning around, he gasped, at Zakuro, dressed in full drag, leather bra and all. Without so much as a word, she pushed him onto the table, and began furiously making out with him.
VX
Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride
unknown
Lettuce allowed the sights and sounds of the ocean to wash over her, her friends playing in the background. They were back at the beach, and she felt at peace. She took off the white shirt she used as a cover, and dove into the water. She felt weightless, as she bobbed to the surface. She loved the water now. It felt so liberating.
"Enjoying yourself Lettuce?" Turning around, Lettuce saw Ryou, seated on his surfboard, grinning at her. He offered a hand up.
Next thing Lettuce knew, she was standing on top of a massive wave, screaming her lungs out, as she and Ryou plummeted down, only to swerve left at the last moment. Her breathing calmed as they zoomed parallel to the shoreline, her friends cheering them on. However, with a yelp, Lettuce fell knocking the surfboard out from underneath her. She and Ryou tumbled into the water, lost in the maelstrom.
As Lettuce tumbled around, she felt someone grab her waist, pulling her up. Breaking the surface, she found herself being held by Ryou.
"Are you alright?" He asked, as they swam to shore.
"I'm sorry Ryou-san."
"Don't worry, though I think private lessons are in store
X
Never gonna give you up
Rick Astley
She was confused. She'd heard about the 'Rick Rolling' joke, and she'd seen the video. But this was confusing. Lettuce had received an e-mail from Ryou, Subject: IMPORTANT. She opened it, and was treated to the Rick Astley music video. Only, it wasn't Rick Ashtley singing to her. Someone had photo-shopped Ryou's face onto Astley.
She continued watching the video, reading the Japanese subtitles as they scrolled across the bottom of the screen. Slowly, the video's meaning dropped into place. Her breathing quickened, as the video ended, with a screenshot of four simple words.
"I Love You Lettuce."
Lettuce switched off her computer, pulled on a jacket, and ran to the café. She didn't even bother to say hello to Keiichiro. She simply ran upstairs, threw open Ryou's bedroom door, and threw herself into his arms, not even registering the fact that he didn't have a shirt on.
Enjoy that everyone? Everyone else is gonna do a different pairring, so stick around, there's more to come.
And btw, these were my first drabbles