Hello everyone. This one was really fun to write. I mean, I've never seen anything with a young Tucker, although my sister was kind of the source of the idea. She said something about everything being cuter when little, but we decided that Tucker was an exception to that rule. Anyway, here it is.
Theme: Creation
Characters: Young Tucker
Summary: He had always loved to create different things.
Verse: Manga/Anime
Word Count: 424
Mix and Match
A young boy shut the door to his room with his foot, his hands occupied with a medium sized box. Going over to his worn out old bed, he pulled the lid off and watched the creatures inside craw and squirm around with fascination.
A small smile made it's way across his face as he reached his arm in and picked up a beetle in between his fingertips. Examining the creature, he started prodding and pulling at its legs and wings, careful to not actually rip anything off. Lifting up one of it's wings now, he pulled harder than any of the times before, managing to rip the appendage off rather cleanly, before moving on to the next wing with ease. He'd had quite a bit of practice.
Placing the beetle back down inside the box, he watched as it pitifully attempted to escape, all of the rest of the insects appearing none the wiser of its pain. Looking around, he grabbed a small spider he'd found in the garden and placed it on a circle he'd drawn earlier that day. Putting the delicate wings next to it, he made sure to carefully place his hands down on the paper before the spider got any chance to scurry away.
As the light quickly faded from the circle, the brunette boy leaned forward to get a better look at his new creation, pushing his glasses up slightly. A frown made it's way onto his face as he poked at the spider, the beetle's wings now securely fashioned to it's back. He had to admit, he was getting better. The wings were right where he wanted them to be, and the rest of the spider was almost completely intact.
That didn't change the fact that it was still dead.
Sighing, the boy picked up the mix matched creature and threw it into the garbage can in the corner of his room. When he went back to his box of test subjects, he found that the beetle who'd donated his wings was no longer moving.
"Dead too? You guys are dropping like flies," the teenaged boy laughed at his own joke, before picking up the bug and throwing it away as well. Taking the lid, he carefully closed the box and slid it underneath his bed. If his mother found it, she'd throw it all away.
Laying on his bed, the brunette pulled a large book off of his shelf and started reading. He'd need to get better if any of his creations were going to live.