Touching on my Keyboard
FAIL! FAIL! I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! FAIL! FAIL!
Nana always caught her plot bunnies.
It was true; while most of her online friends would groan and cry about their lack of ideas, Nana was a cage that always caught. How could she run out of ideas when there were so many dancing in her face? If she suddenly stopped a story, it meant she had inspiration for a new one. No matter what the location, and what time, some idea would bunny-hop through her head demanding to be written. It all depended on what mood she was in: then the story pretty much told itself.
The weather was dark and miserable outside and everyone was locked up in the gargantuan mansion. So today, Nana felt like writing angst. There was rain outside as well, and while she really needed to update her Ike/Marth story, she felt THE CALLING to write something really heartbreaking.
By no means she was a sadist, but Nana loved writing pain as well as fluff. While happy *gay* stories made her squeal with delight, it was the angst that gave her motivation for writing. Making people die, killing off loved ones to see what the smashers might do in that context... simply too beautiful to resist. Romantic tension angst was the best: writing out the emotions of one being in denial of being in love or... facing rejection...
The calling and deliciousness of yaoi loved beckoning to her. Seducing her with its irresistible intentions...
However... she didn't know who to write about. How could she find her fluffy rabbits?
"Hey Nana, nice match today," the pink-clad girl looked up to see Solid Snake, smirking and puffing a cigarette (she must have been distracted, how did she miss the stink of cigarettes?), "I especially liked how finished Ike off." The two laughed. They seemed like an odd couple, but actually the mercenary and the teenage ice girl were very good friends.
"I know. It was Popo's idea actually. I enjoyed using the paper fan, it's more deadly then anyone would think!" she giggled. "But I guess using the Cracker Launcher as a finisher was a bit of an overkill." They both laughed again.
"Hey Nana! Come on! You said we're going to spend the Smash coins already! I've been waiting this long to get the 'Tails' trophy and I don't want to wait any longer!"
"Be patient bro! I'm coming!" Nana huffed to her brother, "sorry Snake."
"Nah, it's cool. I have to meet up with Red anyway. We're on the same team for the next round of Brawls. So have fun." Nana gave a cheery smile and trotted after her brother.
"What's wrong?" Nana asked suddenly, as she noticed Popo's concerned frown.
"You don't have a crush on Snake, do you?" Nana whacked her brother on the head. He really should stop jumping to conclusions. It was his infamous trait. "Ow! What was that for?" Nana shot him a look before leading her brother.
"You're a moron. We're only friends because I managed to find him his favourite brand of cigarettes in town. Then he managed to get us those eggplants to repay us."
"Mmmm... I remember. You should make more friends Nana. Ones in need that is..."
"I'm popular with everyone."
"Sure..." The two siblings laughed as Popo hacked down the door. He rubbed his hands in delight as he grabbed the controller of the Coin Shooter. "Load them up sis," Nana gave a shake of her head (she'd much rather be typing her much needed angst then) and fished out the Smash Coins, "AND DIE PLUNKS!"
How did she get herself into these situations? Popo would be wondering where the hell she was.
"Do you often walk into the girl's bathroom?" She was praying that Snake wasn't smoking. Usually she wouldn't mind the smell but, with held breath, she's gag if anything disturbed her nose.
"The girls use the one down the hall. This is always unused." Nana resisted the urge to cough in retort. "... go away."
Silence.
"Hey kid, look at me." No response. She heard footsteps and then a deep sigh. "Hey... Red. It's not all bad."
"Not all bad?" the teenager mumbled, "yeah right. Leave me alone old man. This is my place to think."
"You mean brood. ... Listen to me Red..."
"Why? Why are you even caring anyway?" he said almost maliciously.
"I don't like seeing kids in trouble."
"I'm not a kid..."
"Well... it's not your fault."
"Not my fault!" Nana didn't have to strain her ears now. Red had risen his voice. "Charizard could have been killed in that match! Do you know how many times I watch my Pokemon suffer because of my stupid mistakes?" his voice was wavering. "You said it to that... person once yourself. 'So he makes his Pokémon fight while he sits back and watches.' I heard that and you're right. What the heck do I..." She heard some movement and a slight gasp. Then nothing.
Nothing... nothing...
Damn it! How long did she have to hold her breath? How did she get into these messes? Why was her mind generating so many cute shounen-ai images between her bearded friend and the Pokemon trainer?
The brunette ice queen was currently sitting on the toilet, waiting for the two to kindly 'get-the-hell-out' of the bathroom. Damn it, she wanted to leave... but she had the feeling it would kill the mood. Not even a romantic 'KYAHHH' mood. The Pokemon Trainer had just opened up to someone. Something good and genuine was telling her not to move. She had to wait and try not to eavesdrop. Distract her thoughts... distract her thoughts.
"Look. On the battlefield, you're going to make mistakes. Some mistakes are going to cost you your... or your teammates' life," Nana heard a wince. "Errr... I mean, look. You can't just give up. That's a sign of weakness of failure, solider."
"..." More movement. What was going on? While she did become frustrated that she suddenly couldn't hear anything, the female Ice Climber was relieved that she couldn't hear a thing. Eavesdropping was bad, and she knew it. Then again, it wasn't her fault for being here: she was in the stall first!
"Look, all you can do is apologise to your animals,"
"Pokemon."
"...Pokemon and move on. Now dry your eyes; it's not manly." A small protesting sound. "Let's get out of here. The smell of floral soap is getting to me." The brunette heard movement out of the bathroom. Nana put her foot down onto the tiled floor and began shuffling off...
"Hey! Snake!" she froze.
Was she caught? She didn't hear anything embarrassing but... damn it! She shouldn't have been listening or even have been there! She had no excuse...
"Yeah kid?"
"... Thanks." Nana could've almost sighed in relief.
At last she heard both men exit from the bathroom. She quickly washed her hands and splashed her face.
"That was close," she muttered to herself as the droplets graced her face, "Maybe I should send Red some flowers and ask some friends to help him take care of Charizard. He was really upset. I'm glad that Snake came around and comforted him."
The Ice Climber stared at her small reflection. She looked like Lucas caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Such strange feelings were running through her. Why, oh why did she feel guilty?
Then again... was it guilt? It felt too... bubbly.
The girl flashed a devious grin.
"Gotcha bunny," she muttered triumphantly as she ran out to reunite with her sibling and hurry back to their room.
"Hey kid, look at me." No response. The stronger older man crouched down beside the huddled boy; it had been a miracle trying to find him, being so quiet now. The soft music of crashing waves didn't lull the intense emotion radiating from the teenage boy. "Hey... kid. It's not all bad."
"Not all bad?" the teenager mumbled, his toes gripping the sand of the beach, "yeah right. Leave me alone... that's what you like."
"Red, I'm not going to leave you until you tell me what's wrong. Now shut up and tell me before I'll do something I'll regret." Red flushed the colour of his name and huddled himself into a tighter ball. The smoking man sighed and rubbed the awkward boy's back. "That was wrong... I'm sorry but I'll..."
"All I ever do is give you trouble." Red had risen his voice.
"Eh?"
"I keep doing things out of selfishness. I know you said you didn't want a relationship but..." Red bit his tongue and shook his head, "people think I'm annoying-"
"Eh..."
"But what can I do to become composed and smart... like what a calm and composed adult is supposed be?"
"Hey! Red! Get a grip!" To be fair, the teenager did 'get a grip.' he grabbed the smoke-smelling shirt and stared at the man.
"What should I do to get you to notice me? I think I'm so desperate, so selfish and uncool! But that's all I know how to do! How can I become and adult? How long will it be? How do I fill the twenty year age gap between us?"
Red pushed the mercenary away and stood up, tears staining his face. He was legally an adult... but he felt even younger as he stared at the man, that he cared so much about, under the pale moonlight. "What can I do to get you to love me?" The man remained in silence, his face fixated in a solemn look."I want to become more mature like you and in control... so you do love me... I don't want you to 'try' loving me. Please..." his voice was wavering. Red did his best to hastily wipe his red-rimmed, chocolate eyes.
Snake got up and stared at him. He raised his arms, but Red closed his eyes and braced for impact.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
Instead of the usual hard bonk on the head from the hardened mercenary, the boy felt warmness. He gasped. He was being hugged?
Nothing... nothing...
"When I whisper 'I love you' at home... you never believe me. There is no one in my life... no one except you."
"Snake..."
"... my real name is David..." the mercenary muttered as his lips met the younger's.
Even the girl's bathroom she got ideas. It wasn't her fault! The situation was too easy to milk up and shift it into fanfic context. In fact, if Snake wasn't such a nice guy (no matter what he denied), and a good friend, she would have written an M story. She hadn't written beach sex in ages.
While Nana could be classified as a rabid yaoi fangirl, she did have some restraints.
Although, she wasn't sure if it was her loyalty to her friends or sheer guilt, she knew couldn't repeat any of the words there despite how much she wanted to. That didn't mean she couldn't take out a few bits from reality and chuck in her little tragic filled fantasy.
"After all, if you edit anything more then 50% (and make it unrecognizable to public eye) it's okay to claim it as your own," the girl giggled as she saved the document. She had been wanting to write a 'canon' Snake/Red piece for ages. Her readers needed some other form of Snake/Red besides from her 'Romantica' AU. Logic and reasoning defeated morals once again.
It has been a good day for angst.
Nana loved taming oneshot plot bunnies.
Fail end as usual.
Fun fact: A lot of scenes from my stories are created in the same manner Nana has done in this story.
Fun fact 2: This chapter was supposed to be saved for a later date, but was pushed forward due to procrastination issues.
Fun fact 3: I hate the ending: but it gives you some insight to... SOMEONE'S MIND. ((Someone I know anyway, who is probably a yaoi cultist XD))
Fun fact 4: I gave away a future project in this chapter. Can you see it?
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