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: The fuckwits on fan fiction dot net, never cease to make me giggle. Here's lookin' at you, Cleo.
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
Key to My Heart
It was their anniversary.
"Here," Yuki grunted, tossing the younger male a key. Shuichi caught it dumbly, looking up through pink bangs, confused. What sort of anniversary gift was this?
"It's a key," the pop-star confirmed, holding it up to the light as he squinted to study the bronze metal. "What's it open?"
"My heart." Thinking that Yuki was just being cheap and trying to wangle his way out of buying him a real gift, Shuichi rose an eyebrow. Yuki smirked, "Go into my office, third draw down, there'll be a black book. The key opens that."
Nearly tripping over his feet in his haste to scramble to Yuki's office - a room he was seldom allowed in - Shuichi practically tore out the drawer and clasped his gift to his chest. Fumbling with the key, the pink-haired bullet managed to open the black book; turning to the first page, he licked his lips and started to read the familiar handwriting of his lover's.
Name: Yuki Eiri
Age: 16
Entry One
I still think this is a stupid idea, but Tohma agrees with my therapist, and says that this journal is a good idea. A place to vent my feelings on inkblot what happened. So I agreed - but I'm writing it in Japanese so that nosy bitch can't read it, and putting it under lock and key to protect it from Tohma…
Entry after entry, bared in the clearest form, were Yuki's deepest… darkest thoughts, years and years the journal spanned on from, often going at least six months without an update. Hugging it close to his chest, Shuichi looked up to see Yuki leaning against the doorframe, a cigarette hanging from his lips casually. "If I see so much as a Pocky crumb on that thing, brat, then I'll drop-kick you off the balcony."
Squealing, tears in his eyes, Shuichi launched himself at the blonde, and hugged him for all that he was worth.
Ildreen Love: I haven't got back-ups, even now. I just don't learn from my mistakes. -grin- maybe I'll get 'round to it, one day. m'too lazy. So happy, happy, happy that you liked the last drabble. As for angst... 'tis uber yummeh. -licks it- keito-kyokun: aye, aye, captain! DarkMetalAngel of Destruction: talkative as always, kid! an' righty-o.. will do.. was planning on it, but, heh.. lemur130: it wasn't that I was taking the piss out of accents, 'cause I have a God awful one myself, it was that I was taking the piss out of Net-Speak.. 'cause, y'know, it's retarded. -grin- bitter green tea: -blushes and bows- why thankee very muchly! TaraYuki-Uesugi: I heart you. Your review was squeal worthy. Have my babies? -wink- AyakaChan: Will do, chicka. cleo: Ladies and gentlemen, the chick who doesn't even spell her name with a capital letter, is back to "bitch". I find it amusing when little wannabe children, try to take the stand. 'O gosh wowz. luk me i cn use metaphors! im lyk sooooo kewl an liek sooooo smartz!11one11one!' Get a grip, you monkey raping slut, for fucks sake. You don't like them, then kindly fuck off. Jesus. Talk about not getting over something you didn't like. Last time I'm responding to you, go fist a sheep - or, maybe, gosh, I don't know - E-MAIL ME if you have a fucking problem. Stop soiling my review page with your half-arsed brain-shit, and carry on giving your dad head, you incestous man-slut. Fucking annoying wanking bitch. Chicken Nuggets: Point to the Chicken Nuggests chick! and dude, she can't help the fact that she's an attention seeking, bleeding anus. -hugs CN- wicchick: I've corrupted you - YAYNESS! an of course there's more to come. -beams- life gets so boring sometimes, so I may as well talk about someone else's life. Ginerbread gal: I aim to please. ... not. -smerk- glad you likies.
Ugh... -dies- that was a lot to respond to. also... when did my review count get up to 90? The mind boggles!
