Author's Notes: Okay, have you ever just wrote small, little sniplets and wondered what the hell to do with them? Well, with constant pushing from Star, I've decided to post some small drabbles that I have of Gravitation, up… but I didn't want to do them on them own, because they're only short. So, this is how "The Dabble Files" was born! There's going to be random, short little drabbles, all of them should be sweet and rated G and PG-13 at the most, and I ask you to enjoy them. It shall be updated according to how my Muses are feeling, and if school work is low… and a note, the drabbles aren't linked to each other at all.
Notes: -snores- so sleepy.
Summary: A little corner in the archive, full of - or will be - sweet, cute and adorable drabbles that will just want to make you coo and adopt Shuichi as your next pet. Sit back, relax and enjoy tempting, short and easy to digest reads.
Disclaimer: Nadda. Not mine. Lucky people.
The Drabble Files
By dntfckwifme
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It wasn't often that Yuki got time to go online, and he valued these moments as much as he valued those few, precious hours in which Shuichi slept. Cracking his knuckles, taking a much deserved rest from his latest book, he opened an Internet Explore box and began to surf, lighting up a cigarette casually as he flicked through websites.
The blonde didn't know how he got there, it was just a series of random clicks and pop-up boxes, but here he was, sitting in front of an American message forum that had dedicated itself towards him and his books. Being known Internationally was pretty darn cool, if he did say so himself.
'RUMOURS!
Come here to discuss rumours, ideas and thoughts about the next Eiri Yuki book!'
Cliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick.
Smirking as the page loaded up, he scrolled down and read his Little Minion's thoughts about what he was going to churn out next, often raising an eyebrow at some and completely laughing at practically all the rest. Feeling particularly childish, he pressed reply, and posted; it wasn't long until someone posted back.
'dnt b stoopid. eiri wud neva rite a bk w/ a happy endin.'
His left eye ticked. Not because of the stupid comment, but for the fact that he, she, it, was butchering the English Language. Huffing, the author managed to ignore the website for a whole five minutes, until it started nagging at him; he pressed refresh and was fairly shocked that there was a least another ten replies to his post.
'god. Ne eiri yuki fan wud no dat e dsnt rite happy endins. u suck!111!'
'u call urself a erir fan? U mke me sick.'
And on and on they went, in the same style, his name spelt wrong in several of the posts, all disregarding his post as stupid. Well, Yuki puffed his cheeks out, he'd show them. He was the author in question here. Clicking reply, he posted for the last time:
'Oh yeah? You'll be seeing your names in the dedication, retards.'
Three months later, Yuki's newest book hit the stores all over the world - already translated before the Japanese version went out - and, for once, it ended happily. The main female antagonist didn't commit suicide and instead lived happily-ever-after with her dream-boat hero.
The book was dedicated to, 'Know Nothing Fans in the States. You retards.'.
coconut-ice agent h/h: You're not going to let that one drop, are you? -flat look- Yush. it was a mock gesture of Yuki smoking. Kudoes points to you. DarkMetalAngel of Destruction: Er, they're drabbles. They're meant to be. -has the feeling there's still people who don't understand the whole drabble idea/thing- Gingerbread gal: -is loved- UberThin!Shuichi is totally awesome, isn't it! Aww, I wub you. You're too kind. -a la hug- cleo: Well, it was a 'suggestion' that I didn't like, and you're right. Whatever I wants goes. -preens- Ah. Stress isn't good for a lot of things, like my patience for annoying fucks like you. -sweet smile- Drowning in my own puke? Oh gosh darn it, I wanted to drown in my own blood when I died. Er. If you want to take the retard comment as a good thing, then go for it sweets, whatever gets ya jollies off. Kid? I'm older than you. Biiiiite me, bitch-slut. Ildreen Love: -bows- thank you, glad you liked. Suckers for fluff? Nuuuuu! Angst is good sometimes, it shocks you, 'cause it's unexpected. As for me getting the "ideas"... they aren't ideas, more brain farts than anything else... -grin- ehh.. -sobs- none of my files were backed-up. -sobs more, hugging the Shuichi plushie close- Arizosa: -giggles- glad you liked it, and thanks for looking! -le sigh- Kadzuki Fuchoin: -huggles very muchlies- thank yoooou! and I agree with you, they are pathetic... -beam- You're too kind.
And theeeeeeeere we go. Anyone else read the 11th manga? How much of an utter bitch was Ryuichi? -sporks him to death- Also, two peeps asked why the number was forty-six kisses. -shrug-I don't know. I was going to say 69... but.. ah. -sheepish grin-
