Drabbles. Random ShinKumi moments. Taking a break from SWD. May take from Anime, Manga, or JDorama Season1.

We'll try 10 (kind of) short stories, and let's see.

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Of Moments Like These.

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Seeing his reflection in the mirror, not for the first time did he silently, disgustedly tell himself;

"This is just stupid."

There he was, naked, save for that uncomfortable swath of cloth that didn't cover him well enough. ( in his opinion, anyway.)

(a/n: mwehehehe!!!)

It covered something it should, and yet left something else exposed. And, being the sensitive youth that he was, felt it was too distasteful to show too much of himself out in the open.

and really, The Young Chief's enthusiasm in getting him to wear this...thing...was just, too suspicious. The older man probably had good intentions (yeah, right. like, make fun of him, the jerk), but wearing something like this was not something he could cotton to

But to give Kyou-san credit, when it came to people, he usually knew which buttons to push.

And if 8 year-old Kumiko's drawing of what she thought real men should be like, had caught his interest, only a little push was all that was needed. So he was brought to see the Lawyer.

That jerk of a lawyer baited him, and completely like the idiot that he wasn't, let himself get caught, willingly.

It wasn't that he wasn't aware of both men's intentions, it was that he wanted to try anything, anything to get her to notice him.

He sometimes felt he was trying too hard.

Today was one of those times.

He gave his reflection one last look, and sighed.

Might as well get this over with. Maybe she wouldn't really notice.

Then what was the point, right?

Maa. It was complicated. He both did, and did not want her to see him, this way.

Accepting his fate, he turned to walk back to the others, only to catch the sight of her, about to enter the door.

In his mind, cool guy Sawada Shin panicked.

Should he look straight ahead, with a strong, heroic gaze? (Geh. As if.)

Should he look at her, then? How? With a sheepish look, like "Eheheh...I just wanted to try it out." (Fsck, no. Was he an idiot?)

Should he just give her an innocent look that said "They made me." ? (Hell no.)

Or should he just feign indifference?

He closed in eyes, in deep thought. Hmm...not bad.

Yeeeah. That's the ticket.

So he wore his usual I-don't-really-care-what-you-think bored look, and sighed as if her attention was an imposition. He lifted his eyelids just a teeny-tiny bit to see what she thought of it, and was caught totally unprepared for her reaction.

(This of course, being the thing that wiped that proud look from his face, making him bow his head a little, so that his hair could hide the enormity of his embarrassment.)

He saw her, eyes all round, sparkling and shining, blushing furiously, staring at him with complete and utter adoration, oblivious to anything, everything and everyone (especially that lawyer), but him. As she walked closer and closer, she looked at him from head to foot, back and forth, slowly taking in the vision of him in all his...uh...um...splendor. She walked around him slowly, looked at every square inch of him, like a connossieur, eyeing a choice selection.

From the looks of things, she was barely holding it in, and looked like she'd like to do more than look. He heard her soft sighs and murmurs of pleasure, and appreciation, (and dare he call it longing?) as she observed him intimately, closely, as if trying to remember every small detail to emblazon it proudly into her memory.

It was both gratifying...and disconcerting.

And it didn't look like she'd stop or recover, anytime soon.

So...

"Oi." He said, torn between enjoying this monopoly of her attention he was getting, and being completely and utterly embarrased.

"Oi." He said, with a little more firmness this time, hoping she'd snap out of it, though not really.

"OI." He tried again, voice a little louder now. Really, did he need to shake her?

"OI!" He, finally shouted, when he realized that nothing was happening, still watching her, under his heavy-lidded eyes that seemed to disapprove of such rude behavior from her, to stare so openly, for so long, like a fool.

Of course, about the only thing anyone ever took notice of, was the red flush on his face that

showed how equally foolish he, himself, felt.

The Kumi (including her grandfather) thought it was so cute.

They all watched her carefully as understanding dawned upon her, at what she had just done, and in totally masculine behavior, emulated Shin's stance of 'how absurd' the situation seemed, and that there was no reason to look at her curiously, as if anything had been amiss.

"So...What do you think, Ojou?" The Young Chief asked, slyly. "Doesn't Young Master Red Lion look fine, today?"

He watched, as she nonchalantly tried to clear her throat, and with a now-impersonal, imperious glare, answered idly;

"Not bad. Not bad, at all." before walking off, in a lazy manner that was more characteristic of Shin, than her, though almost bumping into a wide wall, which, admittedly, is more like her, than Shin,while she was at it. (Oh, Kami!!! She was staring so SHAMELESSLY!!! She just needed to get out of there!!!)

Shin gave it up, a small mysterious smile, playing on his lips, and kept his amusement to himself.

Okay. Maybe this fundoshi thing wasn't so bad.

Maybe.