Deat- Author's Notebook: Hello! This is my first fiction in a long line of newer fictions to be churned out by me. I'm very well aware that this is off-season, but you'll see why in a moment. These two drabbles were my entries to the A!B's drabble contest, which fell near the middle of this year. The theme was winter, so I wrote these two fictions. I hope they give you joy reading them. Note; the first one is from an anime, based on the game the second one is a fiction of. Miki, mentioned in the second fiction, dose not appear in the anime.
A drabble is a short fanfiction that can be no longer than 175 words.
A!B stands for Anime Brigade, Lee High School's anime club which was founded by my elder sister.
Merry Christmas Imber
IdolMster: Xenoglossia 155 words
Haruka stood on Imber's shoulder, cleaning the iDOL lovingly with a soft cloth. Christmas was in the air, rewarding the hanger with bright Christmas lights. Some people may think it as odd that their school was still in session, but then again, it wasn't a normal school.
Footsteps echoed through the hanger signaling the arrival of people. Haruka turned to face them, to see who it was. Turning, she saw Ritsuko and Iori, who stopped and looked up at Haruka.
"We're leaving! You coming?" Ritsuko called up to her as Iori tapped her foot impatiently.
"Mm!" Haruka replied, excitement in her voice. She stuffed the cloth in the buucket and turned to leave, pausing. flipping around she planted a kiss where the iDOL's cheek would be, "Merry Christmas, Imber"
With that, Haruka, left the hanger, waving to Imber. She couldn't wait to see what new adventures the new year would bring both girl and iDOL.
Kin Yuki (Golden Snow)
Project IdolMster 142 words
Miki stood in front of the mirror in a small, white bathroom. Her long blond hair was starting to slowly fade back to brown due to the lack of hair dye. She was beginning to like it's color, as it was the same color it had been until she discovered hair dye. She smiled; Miki was happy with the outcome.
Outstretching a slim hand, she lifted a pair of small scissors, silver in color. She took one last, long look at her lengths of hair. Taking a lock of hair in her hand, she snipped. She cut each strand off, imagining with each hair that fell, one little piece of her that she detested fell too. It was like a rain of golden snowflakes, falling to the ground that was the white towel beneath her feet. A snowfall of change, for the better.