Author's Note: Okay, here we go! This basically a place for all my drabbles- and maybe some related oneshots- to go. I may also include story prompts/ideas (I believe these are called "plot bunnies"?); you can pick these up if you want, but link me to the story in a review or PM, and make sure to ask/tell me beforehand! Credit for the ideas should also be clearly stated. If I get some ideas from other people or places, I shall cite my sources, so proper credit can be given.
Okay, first up is some angst in the form of a (very short) drabble, in the same vein as my last story. Enjoy!
A heavy frown, and a deep, long-suffering sigh, and the sound of a glass being set back down on a wooden surface. He turns up the volume on the music player, and reclines, trying his very best to ignore the annoying frequency issuing from their mouths. He really can't stand it when they go on and on like this. If music doesn't drown them out entirely, he'll have to get up and leave the house, taking his music with him, and listen to it somewhere else. Atom has been trying to bother for some reason or other, and won't leave him alone; Spica never shuts up; and Uran has been pestering about some ridiculous promise that he doesn't remember making, and he is pretty sure that he never made in the first place. He sighs again, this time with obvious annoyance, and shoots a glare in their general direction. Atom looks taken aback at first, but then shrugs, sighs, and backs off... for now. Spica obviously hasn't seen it, and Uran either hasn't seen, or is ignoring it... again.
He wonders when they'll let up. He finds it ironic, though; whenever he's alone, he craves company; yet when he's surrounded by people trying to interact with him, he's willing to do almost anything to escape. Of course, he has to manage it tactfully. But he doesn't understand why this is, and he would really like to know. It's a bit unpleasant, really, how he can't simply enjoy anything anymore. He wishes it wasn't like this. But everything just seems like too much. He does not realize that Atom is trying to talk to him, to reach out and help him with whatever problems he's facing; he does not care that Spica wants to get to know him better, to try to at least establish friendship- because he knows that she would never be satisfied without more; and he does not recall promising anything to Uran, because he hadn't been paying much attention when she asked, and since he does not remember agreeing to anything, he blows her off when she tries to hold him to it, to make him get up and interact more with her and his siblings, because she's scared for him, and she wants to keep him busy doing stuff, not escaping by drowning himself with his music and trying to shut everything away.
AN: Yeah, that was really unpolished. But it taught me that I tend to write better (or at least, more easily) when I'm listening to music, strangely enough.