Title:
Serendipity on Wheels
Rating: eh, G
Word count: Ok. It's funky.
Each character is fifty words or less. It's sort of a series of
extremely linked drabbles. all told - 243 words.
A/N: Was riding
on my bike, and came up with the idea.
Another day, another delivery. Robin sighed, hooking her leg over the bike and smoothly pushing off. She bent over the bars, concentrating on the push of her legs, the sigh of the wheel turning against the ground. Yes, just another day - nothing would change. Not today.
Doujima squinted in the sunlight. She should find some sun glasses to go with this outfit. That could be tomorrow's project. Smiling to herself, she stepped from the curb – only to be nearly run over by a bicyclist clad completely in black.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" she cried.
There was nothing as good as a motorcycle for getting around, thought Sakaki, especially after that cast. Admittedly, it wasn't as agile as a bike, he mused, watching a messenger in black weave through traffic – but motorcycles could go fast. The light turned green, and he gunned the engine.
Life still didn't feel quite right. Everyone was physically healed from the attack, but Karasuma knew that nothing could erase the abrupt loss of Robin and Amon. Sighing, she let her eyes follow a biker in black, distracted for a moment by the strange familiarity of the figure.
He knew she was in the city. He had been ordered to watch her. So Amon had obtained a list of Nagira's clients, and then sat near the building. Finally, around noon, a messenger in black rode up, pausing for a moment as if sensing his gaze. He smiled. It was her.