I'm sorry this took so long. Writer's block has had me for a while. But then I was struck with…inspiration. Hah, by the end of this little story, you're going to be sick of that word.
I'm also sorry if Nachi or Madoka are out of character. I've never written them before, so it's a little awkward going. Theme: Inspiration (Writer's Choice)
Pairing: Nachi x Madoka
They had been going out for about a week when Madoka noticed the notebook.
Nachi always carried a small notebook and pen with him wherever he went. Whenever inspiration for a new song struck him, he would whip out his notebook and pen and scribble down his ideas.
"Why do you do that?" Madoka asked one day, after Nachi had spent nearly five minutes writing.
"Because I always go with my inspiration, silly," Nachi replied. He gave Madoka a playful whack on the head. "Besides, it's my sixth sense. You're supposed to listen to your sense. If your eyes and ears tried to tell you that there was a train coming straight toward you, would you ignore them?"
"Of course not."
"Well, then." Nachi winked at Madoka and headed for the door with a smile on his face.
Madoka shrugged with a sigh and followed behind.
A couple of weeks later, they were out having dinner when Nachi's eyes suddenly lit up, as they did whenever he had an idea. Quick as a flash, he pulled out his notebook.
Madoka looked up from her food. "Inspiration?" she said, watching as Nachi pulled out his pen and uncapped it.
"Yup," Nachi responded with a nod. Madoka waited patiently as he scribbled nonstop in the little notebook.
After a minute or so, Nachi put the pen down on the table. "Well, I'm done." A sly look suddenly stole across his face. "Want to read?"
Madoka's eyes narrowed very slightly at the look Nachi had, but all she said was "Sure."
Smiling, Nachi set the notebook on the table and turned it so that Madoka could read it. Madoka leaned forward, her eyes traveling down the page of written words. After reading it, she looked up at Nachi. "It's—"
She was cut off as Nachi leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against hers.
Her eyes grew wide, and a pink tinge began to spread across her face.
They stayed that way for a few seconds; then Nachi pulled back. Madoka looked startled, and her pink face was now turning red.
"Wh-what was that?" she stuttered.
Nachi winked, a bright grin coming to his face. "Why, it's inspiration."
I really hate using up one of my writer's choices so early (I only have five for the entire challenge), but there just wasn't any other theme that really fit. Ah, well. It happens.
RRE.
