Hi! So this is a collection of short randomness. I was looking for a short story I'd only posted on tumblr and got frustrated looking for it, and decided it was time to have them in one place. So these aren't new, more of an anthology (or a miscellany) of the Random, or at least the ones of them I still like lol.
This first one is a story I wrote for Advent. It has nothing to do with the time though and isn't festive at all, it was just something small I wrote for the occasion as a tiny gift for my readers! So here, have a tiny, unrelated-to-everything AU!
(These are T for now. Nothing more than mentioning body parts so far in all of these. I might yank up the rating at any time though if I ever write a random nsfw piece to add to here!)
Miscellaneous Works: Short Stories That Tumbled From Tumblr
Story 1: Recognition
It had recently gotten worse.
"Here you go," the barista said with a slight wink and somewhat of a flirty smile, and for a second there, her heart palpitated.
He had blue eyes. Blue, blue eyes.
Was it him?
"T-thanks," she'd stuttered out and grabbed her bamboo to-go cup a little tighter. But he'd already turned to the next customer, the next order in the stream of never-ending rush-hour bustle.
She let the stream of commuters carry her outside and towards the train station.
It was at the traffic light that she tensed again. The guy that stood next to her was tall. Black hair that fell a little into his eyes.
Was this her fate now?
Going through her daily life, asking herself if maybe this stranger was the one whose tongue she had in her mouth quite regularly?
It was slowly driving her insane.
She'd talked about it with him last night. At least a little. At least as far as her heart had dared to.
It all felt so fucking fragile. As if one stray wrong word and admission would break it all apart.
It was after the latest attack, monster busted back into oblivion via pink magic, that she found herself sitting next to him on a roof top, feet dangling, watching Tokyo Tower and waiting for its lights to go out for the night because her heart was a traitor like that.
His gloved hand was sitting on the concrete right beside hers, pinkies moving, touching in that dance that both of them stubbornly pretended to ignore while neither of them had the courage to just take and hold that fucking hand.
It made her heart thunder and stutter and splinter apart. She wanted to rip that damn mask off his face so badly.
She was terrified this all would stop if she did.
"Do you ever wonder if we know each other?" she'd whispered into the night, towards the horizon because she was too scared to look at him while she uttered these traitorous words that meant too much and too little.
He threw her a look and she couldn't endure it - she turned her head with her heartbeat in her fingertips and faced his eyes.
They were searching. Questioning. Panicked and wide and hopeful and terrified and everything in between and what did it mean?
She licked her lips self-consciously. "Or even just... walk into each other?"
Her voice was breaking, was unsure and mournful and sad, and his eyes calmed down and reflected just that but he didn't speak, he still didn't speak.
And then that gloved hand no longer pretended to just accidently touch her. His hand wrapped strong and imploring around her own, covering her own white glove insistently, and she hated these gloves so much these days, almost more than that whole fuku and the magic it shrowded her in, and that stupid, stupid mask.
She wanted to touch his skin so badly.
And she did. He leaned in, fingers clutching at hers, and then his lips covered hers, prying hers open, and she squeaked a dying whimper into his mouth when his exquisite tongue brushed so familiarly, so deliciously back against hers.
It was a little deeper than usual. A little more desperate. Sadder.
He broke the kiss but didn't move far away, instead tipped his forehead against hers, pressing her tiara between them.
She could feel his words forming against her mouth. "Do you think you'd recognize me?" he asked, low and sad.
It made her heart thunder even harder. "I hope so," she whispered.
But he leaned back, even when she moved her face a little with him, and he smiled the saddest smile she'd ever seen.
But he kept holding her hand.
"I hope so, too," he'd said. And then added the most peculiar, "One day."
It had confused her so badly, for the rest of the night and well into the morning and now, still.
It was when her trusty old Toei Oedo line announced the next stop and she was momentarily disoriented, that she was ripped from her thoughts, and, startled, found familiar eyes right above her.
He stood right in front of her seat in the crowded train car, her knees almost touching him, his hand clutching the handrail above, a slow smile around his lips.
"What has you so distracted, Odango Atama?" Always with that little glint in his eye, that soft half-smile that was almost a smirk. Teasing her, always. So many years now.
She blushed brightly.
"Nothing, jerk."
But he just smiled.
It looked a little sad.
Anyway I kinda love this little nugget, and maybe you do, too? Here it is preserved anyway.