Title: Cornflakes
Author: Shaariin13
Word Count: 387 (details and A/Ns exclusive)
Prompt: … I was hungry and craving for cornflakes…
Rating: T for suggested homosexuality, slightly coarse language
Warnings: 8059/5980, homosexuality, slightly coarse language, slight OOC-ness, in between present and TYL!, around 19 years old?
Summary: "I'm just getting a bowl of cornflakes, Takeshi! I'm not going to drown in a glass of milk, for Pete's sake!" Rated T for homosexuality and slightly coarse language.
A/N: Okay, as I said, cannot update FF2RL yet, so I'm putting up random drabbles that I have lying around. On a completely different note: OMG, FFN still went on with La Purga (The Purge), didn't they? They have wiped out some of my fave stories and authors! Geez, they could've just added an M+ rating…
Disclaimer: Akira Amano owns all characters mentioned. Cornflakes discovered by Kellogs Brothers. I own the plot and my Dad owns the Taurus tumbler :D
I strain my ears, trying to discern Takeshi's breathing: heavy, even, the slight rasp as the air escapes his parted lisp making a soft, snore-like sound. Yep, he's sleeping.
As careful and quiet as possible, I get out of bed and wince as the slight burn on my abdomen and arms made itself more noticeable with every move I make. Damn! I thought. Kyouya so owes me this time! Dino's Sky flames hurt like fuck. (But that's another story that another couple has to get embarrassed over.)
I grab the silk robe on my side of the headboard and drape it on my shoulders, not bothering to put it on properly as I put on my slippers.
When I got to the kitchen, I made a beeline for the fridge. My goal: a huge bowl of cornflakes and a tall glass of milk (usually, I hate milk, but on rare times like this, I crave for a glass or two). When I got the box and carton out, I trundled to the cupboard and extracted a large porcelain bowl and a glass tumbler with the symbol for Taurus in gray printed on it (obviously Takeshi's, since he was born on April 24th, while my birthday's September 9th, as everyone knows).
I just got the breakables down the cupboard and cradled in my injured hands when-
"What are you doing out of bed, Hayato? What if you strain your injuries?" Takeshi, who I didn't hear follow me downstairs, asked, making me jump and nearly dropping what I was holding.
"I'm just getting a bowl of cornflakes, Takeshi! I'm not going to drown in a glass of milk, for Pete's sake!" I huffed, adjusting my grip on the heavy bowl and tumbler before shuffling to the counter to get said foodstuffs.
"Oh." He blinked, then grinned sheepishly. "Sorry; I couldn't help worrying over you. Those burns Dino gave you were so extensive the doctors were reluctant to send you home some days ago."
I rolled my eyes as I dumped the cornflakes into the bowl. "I use dynamites as my primary weapon, Baka. I'm used to burns."
He just kept on grinning. I sighed.
"Here," I said as I pushed the milk carton to him after pouring myself a glass. "I bet they're running Major reruns on cable tonight."
Stray Author's Note: Every time I type the word "tumbler" I always spell it as "tumblr" before realizing my mistake and editing it, ahahahaha! I love that site~ Oh, and Takeshi shares the same birthday with my Dad. And my onii-chan, Rock King :D
Review please?
~ 6th July, 2012: Fixed 'owns' to the more appropriate 'owes', and changed 'Hibari' to 'Kyouya' to fit the accompaniment fic. Hopefully I can post that on Monday, the 9th, which is my 18th! birthday! Wish me luck!
