Title: It is good for your healthy life
Genre: Humor
Characters: Tsuzuki/Hisoka, Muraki
Comments: For Lodestar (Starside)'s 400 word challenge. Props to RubyD for the inspiration.
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"Don't look now, but *someone* is following us," Tsuzuki nudged Hisoka. They were walking back from the grocery store with a heavy bag of fruit. Tsuzuki had insisted they make fresh-squeezed juice for Hisoka's health. Hisoka had given him dirty looks, but acceded, thinking that the whole project reeked of Tatsumi's interference.
The bag was heavy between the two as they trudged up a particularly steep hill, each holding one side of the bag.
Hisoka scowled. He already knew they were being followed. Of course. Who couldn't feel Muraki from a distance of 500 yards?
Well, to be fair, most people. But Hisoka wasn't most people.
"If we keep walking around town, maybe he'll give up," Tsuzuki suggested. "Or find out where we're staying for this case, and try to molest us in our sleep."
"I have a better idea," Hisoka said, as they stopped near the apex of the hill. He looked down. There he was, that Muraki, beginning his ascent, looking as cool and crisp as a cucumber. It looked to be a good hundred feet or so, but Hisoka figured that even with the distance, gravity and height were at his side.
Hisoka pulled out an orange. And lobbed it at Muraki.
The first one missed. Two through ten didn't, and soon Muraki's usual composure was as broken as his glasses.
Muraki scowled, grabbed one at his feet, and tossed it back at Hisoka. It missed Hisoka badly.
"You throw like a girl!" Hisoka cackled, and threw another orange. It was heavy and ripe, and it landed with a satisfactory thunk on Muraki's shoulder, splattering him with juice, pulpy flesh, and seeds.
"I have poor depth perception," Muraki snarled, as he grabbed another orange and tossed. It managed to tap Hisoka's shoe before rolling back down the hill.
"You'll run out soon, boy," Muraki said, and started dodging flying oranges. Stubbornly, he refused to leave. "At that moment, I'll have the advantage."
"Sure, but you know what, Muraki? Right now's what matters, and right now, I'm on top. So…WHO'S YOUR SENSEI, BITCH?!"
Direct hit. This one caught Muraki square on his forehead.
Once he ran out of oranges, Hisoka tossed the crumpled plastic bag at Muraki, grabbed Tsuzuki, and ran laughing all the way back home.
"You're right, Tsuzuki," Hisoka said later, after they had managed to shake off Muraki. "Fresh oranges are good for my health."
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Notes: This is just the first in a series of drabbles I wrote at various stages, most of them posted on my livejournal account (username eag). A drabble here is defined as a one-shot fic with a word limit, usually 100. Word counts will be noted in each story. Most are humor, with a few serious ones. Please enjoy!
Genre: Humor
Characters: Tsuzuki/Hisoka, Muraki
Comments: For Lodestar (Starside)'s 400 word challenge. Props to RubyD for the inspiration.
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"Don't look now, but *someone* is following us," Tsuzuki nudged Hisoka. They were walking back from the grocery store with a heavy bag of fruit. Tsuzuki had insisted they make fresh-squeezed juice for Hisoka's health. Hisoka had given him dirty looks, but acceded, thinking that the whole project reeked of Tatsumi's interference.
The bag was heavy between the two as they trudged up a particularly steep hill, each holding one side of the bag.
Hisoka scowled. He already knew they were being followed. Of course. Who couldn't feel Muraki from a distance of 500 yards?
Well, to be fair, most people. But Hisoka wasn't most people.
"If we keep walking around town, maybe he'll give up," Tsuzuki suggested. "Or find out where we're staying for this case, and try to molest us in our sleep."
"I have a better idea," Hisoka said, as they stopped near the apex of the hill. He looked down. There he was, that Muraki, beginning his ascent, looking as cool and crisp as a cucumber. It looked to be a good hundred feet or so, but Hisoka figured that even with the distance, gravity and height were at his side.
Hisoka pulled out an orange. And lobbed it at Muraki.
The first one missed. Two through ten didn't, and soon Muraki's usual composure was as broken as his glasses.
Muraki scowled, grabbed one at his feet, and tossed it back at Hisoka. It missed Hisoka badly.
"You throw like a girl!" Hisoka cackled, and threw another orange. It was heavy and ripe, and it landed with a satisfactory thunk on Muraki's shoulder, splattering him with juice, pulpy flesh, and seeds.
"I have poor depth perception," Muraki snarled, as he grabbed another orange and tossed. It managed to tap Hisoka's shoe before rolling back down the hill.
"You'll run out soon, boy," Muraki said, and started dodging flying oranges. Stubbornly, he refused to leave. "At that moment, I'll have the advantage."
"Sure, but you know what, Muraki? Right now's what matters, and right now, I'm on top. So…WHO'S YOUR SENSEI, BITCH?!"
Direct hit. This one caught Muraki square on his forehead.
Once he ran out of oranges, Hisoka tossed the crumpled plastic bag at Muraki, grabbed Tsuzuki, and ran laughing all the way back home.
"You're right, Tsuzuki," Hisoka said later, after they had managed to shake off Muraki. "Fresh oranges are good for my health."
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Notes: This is just the first in a series of drabbles I wrote at various stages, most of them posted on my livejournal account (username eag). A drabble here is defined as a one-shot fic with a word limit, usually 100. Word counts will be noted in each story. Most are humor, with a few serious ones. Please enjoy!