[Disclaimer- Furuba isn't mine and none of the characters belong to me.
Except for Akane.. but she belongs to Shigure if anyone at all.. believe
me, it's not what you think. Lol]
[A/N- Rated PG-13 just to be on the safe side. You know Shigure. ^_~ This was originally supposed to be very dramatic and so forth but I've realized that it is almost impossible to write a dramatic fic centered around Shigure. ::sigh:: So, you get some comedy as well]
The Sketch
A lovely evening, following a lovely day, covered the small town. The air was crisp, the birds were chirping, and a tortured soul fell on her knees in front of her own personal devil.
"Onegai!" She broke down in tears in front of him, begging for some sort of understanding. Nothing she can possibly say will ever get through to him. There was no way to reasoning with this man. Her last resort was shameless, full-blown begging.
"Mit-chan, you're making a scene.." Shigure leaned down a little and whispered to her. He then sat back on the couch and stretched his arms out.
"B-but the deadline.. is tomorrow.. morning!" She managed to utter in between weeping.
"It's rude to work when I have company over," he said casually, waving her away with his hand.
She had been severely broken by now and only hoped for some glimmering light of rescue. "Onegai.." she said and buried her face in her hands.
"Entirely over dramatic," Shigure commented to his friend.
"This is sick," Hatori put out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. "I won't let you use me as an excuse to torment this poor woman anymore." He stood up and reached for his coat.
"Iie!" As if to save a life, Shigure flung himself at Hatori to prevent him from leaving.
Hatori let out a frustrated sigh and announced, "I'll stay but only under one condition. If you stop this suffering and just give her the manuscript. We all know very well that you're finished with it and this is just a sick game you play."
"Ha-san.. your words hurt me." Shigure pouted, seemly offended by his friend's comment. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to glow and he proudly announced, "I'll have you know that I am nowhere near finished!"
Mit-chan broke down even further, if that were possible. It couldn't get any worse than this. She would loose her job and it's all because of this irresponsible jerk. She wept.
Hatori crossed his arms and waited for a response from Shigure. None came. Shigure stood in his spot, shifting a bit, waiting for a response from Hatori.
Mit-chan finally picked herself up from the ground and dragged her body to where she placed her bag. She gathered it up, wiped some of the running mascara off her cheek and tried to compose herself. She walked to the door and announced in the most sadistic voice either of them had ever heard her use that, "I will return promptly tomorrow morning. If this manuscript is not finished by the time I am standing at that door, you will both die a horribly excruciating death."
Shigure's cigarette dropped from his ajar lips and slightly singed the carpet. Hatori's eyebrow twitched as he wondered how Shigure had gotten him a death threat. He wasn't used to being endangered by psychotic publishers.
"Hai," they both said at once, in a state of trance. Mit-chan smiled an accomplished, evil little smile and proudly walked out the door.
"I'll get the notes," Shigure announced, still traumatized, and dragged himself to his bedroom. Hatori plopped himself down on the couch and covered his face with his hands. He pulled out another cigarette and searched for a lighter. Shigure walked back inside with a stack of unorganized papers and placed them as neatly as possible on the coffee table in front of them.
Hatori nervously chewed on his unlit cigarette and let out a panicky sigh at the sight of all the papers. "Is anything organized?" He said, past the cigarette.
Shigure shook his head. "Here," he said and handed Hatori a lighter. He sat down next to him and began the process of sorting out the finished parts of the manuscript from the idea sketches and character profiles. Hatori lit his cigarette with a shaking hand, Mit-chan's threat still fresh in his mind.
Shigure fished out his reading glasses and started going over some of his work. Hatori sat back on the couch and let his eyes wonder around the room for a while. His gaze finally rested on the very messy coffee table and searched trough the papers for some signs of resemblance between them. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a very colorful page. It had a boarder of stars around it and an occasional heart in the corner. He reached over and pulled it out from the center of a stack of papers. He looked it over and decided that it is most likely a character profile.
On the right of the sheet, the personality traits were listed. 'Gentle, kind, intelligent, has a broad sense of humor, strong-willed, creative, friendly, open-minded.. likes dogs'.
Hatori was amused. He turned his attention to the left side of the sheet and noticed a column of physical attributes. 'Long, light hair. Eyes: green, blue? Slender figure, gentle smile. Small nose, high cheekbones, long eyelashes, longing look in eyes'.
Hatori was so amused, in fact, that he allowed himself to chuckle a bit. Since this was a rare occurrence, Shigure lifted his eyes to see what had amused his friend so much. He noticed the paper he was holding and smiled a bit under his breath.
"What's so funny?" He scooted closer to Hatori and raised his eyebrows up and down in the teasing manner he often does.
"You have quite an imagination," Hatori commented.
"I have no idea what you mean by that," Shigure said innocently.
"Come on. 'Likes dogs'? She is obviously some fantasy of yours."
"Don't be silly, Ha-san!" Shigure waved his hand at him and his voice suddenly became very serious, ".. you know you're my only fantasy."
Hatori rolled his eyes at him, wishing that he would finally grow out of this phase. "Save it for Ayame," he said, flatly.
Shigure bit his lip to keep from saying the next thoughts that wondered into his head. Instead, he suggested, "Turn the page."
Hatori flipped the page over to the back. There was a sketch of the woman and it was obvious to him that Shigure had spent a lot of time on it. Maybe that's why he didn't have any writing done; he did nothing but draw all day. "Interesting," he commented, flatly.
"Too bad she's not real, ne?" Shigure grinned.
"What if she were real? What would you do then?" Hatori said through a puff of smoke. "You know very well we're not allowed to fall in love. She's better off being a drawing."
"Ah, Ha-san.." Shigure sighed and his smile faded. "I was only joking. Gomen."
The two worked diligently the rest of the night, Hatori organizing and proofreading and Shigure desperately trying to come up with an ending. At about 4AM that same night, Shigure danced a happy little dance of success, holding up the completed manuscript for all to see. Hatori almost dropped dead on the way to his car.
"Ha-san, you know you can spend the rest of the night here. It would be no problem at all.. my bed is big enough," Shigure winked at him.
Hatori's eyebrow twitched. "Good night, Shigure," he said as he buckled up his seatbelt.
Shigure sighed. "Alright, if you must go. Arigato. Good night."
Hatori drove away and Shigure dragged himself back into the house. He sat down on the couch and considered rather getting to sleep would be worth it. Mit-chan would be there in an hour or two and he'd just have to wake up all over again. Before he could get to the pros and cons of this situation, he was out like a light.
[A/N- Rated PG-13 just to be on the safe side. You know Shigure. ^_~ This was originally supposed to be very dramatic and so forth but I've realized that it is almost impossible to write a dramatic fic centered around Shigure. ::sigh:: So, you get some comedy as well]
The Sketch
A lovely evening, following a lovely day, covered the small town. The air was crisp, the birds were chirping, and a tortured soul fell on her knees in front of her own personal devil.
"Onegai!" She broke down in tears in front of him, begging for some sort of understanding. Nothing she can possibly say will ever get through to him. There was no way to reasoning with this man. Her last resort was shameless, full-blown begging.
"Mit-chan, you're making a scene.." Shigure leaned down a little and whispered to her. He then sat back on the couch and stretched his arms out.
"B-but the deadline.. is tomorrow.. morning!" She managed to utter in between weeping.
"It's rude to work when I have company over," he said casually, waving her away with his hand.
She had been severely broken by now and only hoped for some glimmering light of rescue. "Onegai.." she said and buried her face in her hands.
"Entirely over dramatic," Shigure commented to his friend.
"This is sick," Hatori put out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. "I won't let you use me as an excuse to torment this poor woman anymore." He stood up and reached for his coat.
"Iie!" As if to save a life, Shigure flung himself at Hatori to prevent him from leaving.
Hatori let out a frustrated sigh and announced, "I'll stay but only under one condition. If you stop this suffering and just give her the manuscript. We all know very well that you're finished with it and this is just a sick game you play."
"Ha-san.. your words hurt me." Shigure pouted, seemly offended by his friend's comment. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to glow and he proudly announced, "I'll have you know that I am nowhere near finished!"
Mit-chan broke down even further, if that were possible. It couldn't get any worse than this. She would loose her job and it's all because of this irresponsible jerk. She wept.
Hatori crossed his arms and waited for a response from Shigure. None came. Shigure stood in his spot, shifting a bit, waiting for a response from Hatori.
Mit-chan finally picked herself up from the ground and dragged her body to where she placed her bag. She gathered it up, wiped some of the running mascara off her cheek and tried to compose herself. She walked to the door and announced in the most sadistic voice either of them had ever heard her use that, "I will return promptly tomorrow morning. If this manuscript is not finished by the time I am standing at that door, you will both die a horribly excruciating death."
Shigure's cigarette dropped from his ajar lips and slightly singed the carpet. Hatori's eyebrow twitched as he wondered how Shigure had gotten him a death threat. He wasn't used to being endangered by psychotic publishers.
"Hai," they both said at once, in a state of trance. Mit-chan smiled an accomplished, evil little smile and proudly walked out the door.
"I'll get the notes," Shigure announced, still traumatized, and dragged himself to his bedroom. Hatori plopped himself down on the couch and covered his face with his hands. He pulled out another cigarette and searched for a lighter. Shigure walked back inside with a stack of unorganized papers and placed them as neatly as possible on the coffee table in front of them.
Hatori nervously chewed on his unlit cigarette and let out a panicky sigh at the sight of all the papers. "Is anything organized?" He said, past the cigarette.
Shigure shook his head. "Here," he said and handed Hatori a lighter. He sat down next to him and began the process of sorting out the finished parts of the manuscript from the idea sketches and character profiles. Hatori lit his cigarette with a shaking hand, Mit-chan's threat still fresh in his mind.
Shigure fished out his reading glasses and started going over some of his work. Hatori sat back on the couch and let his eyes wonder around the room for a while. His gaze finally rested on the very messy coffee table and searched trough the papers for some signs of resemblance between them. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a very colorful page. It had a boarder of stars around it and an occasional heart in the corner. He reached over and pulled it out from the center of a stack of papers. He looked it over and decided that it is most likely a character profile.
On the right of the sheet, the personality traits were listed. 'Gentle, kind, intelligent, has a broad sense of humor, strong-willed, creative, friendly, open-minded.. likes dogs'.
Hatori was amused. He turned his attention to the left side of the sheet and noticed a column of physical attributes. 'Long, light hair. Eyes: green, blue? Slender figure, gentle smile. Small nose, high cheekbones, long eyelashes, longing look in eyes'.
Hatori was so amused, in fact, that he allowed himself to chuckle a bit. Since this was a rare occurrence, Shigure lifted his eyes to see what had amused his friend so much. He noticed the paper he was holding and smiled a bit under his breath.
"What's so funny?" He scooted closer to Hatori and raised his eyebrows up and down in the teasing manner he often does.
"You have quite an imagination," Hatori commented.
"I have no idea what you mean by that," Shigure said innocently.
"Come on. 'Likes dogs'? She is obviously some fantasy of yours."
"Don't be silly, Ha-san!" Shigure waved his hand at him and his voice suddenly became very serious, ".. you know you're my only fantasy."
Hatori rolled his eyes at him, wishing that he would finally grow out of this phase. "Save it for Ayame," he said, flatly.
Shigure bit his lip to keep from saying the next thoughts that wondered into his head. Instead, he suggested, "Turn the page."
Hatori flipped the page over to the back. There was a sketch of the woman and it was obvious to him that Shigure had spent a lot of time on it. Maybe that's why he didn't have any writing done; he did nothing but draw all day. "Interesting," he commented, flatly.
"Too bad she's not real, ne?" Shigure grinned.
"What if she were real? What would you do then?" Hatori said through a puff of smoke. "You know very well we're not allowed to fall in love. She's better off being a drawing."
"Ah, Ha-san.." Shigure sighed and his smile faded. "I was only joking. Gomen."
The two worked diligently the rest of the night, Hatori organizing and proofreading and Shigure desperately trying to come up with an ending. At about 4AM that same night, Shigure danced a happy little dance of success, holding up the completed manuscript for all to see. Hatori almost dropped dead on the way to his car.
"Ha-san, you know you can spend the rest of the night here. It would be no problem at all.. my bed is big enough," Shigure winked at him.
Hatori's eyebrow twitched. "Good night, Shigure," he said as he buckled up his seatbelt.
Shigure sighed. "Alright, if you must go. Arigato. Good night."
Hatori drove away and Shigure dragged himself back into the house. He sat down on the couch and considered rather getting to sleep would be worth it. Mit-chan would be there in an hour or two and he'd just have to wake up all over again. Before he could get to the pros and cons of this situation, he was out like a light.