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: QuickEdit should still diiiiie. Happy Birthday, Shuichi! (I'm ignoring the fact that it's nearing 5am here, and therefore, no longer April the 16th!) Also, thank you to peachie-x for the idea! Looove yoooou. Random fact, it was my brithday on the 14th... I am now 19! wooo.

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 Elfish Etyma

Bubbles

Shuichi had always wanted a pet; Yuki knew this because he bugged him for one five days a day, thirty-five times a week, one hundred and forty times a month, and one thousand eight hundred and twenty times per year; which added up to one huge headache for Yuki. He'd finally relented on the brat's birthday and bought the punk a goldfish – not what Shuichi had wanted, true, but he flat-out refused to buy a dog.

Shuichi, in pure Shuichi style, had been ecstatic and had showed his enthusiasm for his new pet with a well placed glomp. He had then proceeded to sit in front of the round bowl that held the fish in, for three days, as he tried to settle on a name for it. He'd pondered, and ooh-ed and arr-ed, and scratched his pink mane of hair as he thought, until a squeal of delight left his lips and the goldfish was christened as 'Bubbles'. "Yuki! Don't be mean; it's not a retarded name at all! Watch him… he blows the cutest little bubbles ever! SEE LOOK, HE DID IT AGAIN! Good boy, Bubbles!"

So after that, all was fine, and Shuichi didn't bug Yuki endlessly for a pet which meant that he could finally stop abusing paracetamol now that he didn't have half as many headaches. However…

"Yuki, Bubbles has never floated on top of the water before. Is he meant to do that?"

"Oh shit." It was six months after he'd originally bought Shuichi his little fish pet, and he'd replaced it fifteen times now without his little pink-haired menace noticing. If the damn kid would just stop over-feeding the fish, and stop feeding them pocky, then they wouldn't die as often as they had been doing. Yet it seemed like this time he hadn't managed to replace the dead fish with a live one, in time. Bollocks. "Stop poking it with the damn pocky stick, you retard!"

"But he's not moving, Yuki!" he sniffed the air and crinkled his nose. "He smells funny."

Later that very same day, one disgruntled author held the dead fish over the toilet as besides him one very upset singer bawled his eyes out. Just as the blonde was about to drop the fish into the toilet, Shuichi held him back. "Listen brat, I've told you. It either gets flushed down the toilet, or I throw it into the bin. Your decision."

"Are you sure we can't bury him, Yuki?" he sniffed back in reply.

"Yes. Now pick."

A pout. "Toilet, but do it quick!"

"Gladly." With that said, the goldfish as dropped into the toilet and swiftly flushed away, which Yuki didn't watch because he was scrubbing at his hands… which were going to smell of dead fish for at least a week now. He thought he'd got rid of the problem of having his hands smelling of fish when he publicly announced that he was gay. Apparently not.

Shuichi sniffed some more and rubbed at his eyes. "Yuki, is there a goldfish heaven?"

"Yes, were all the dead goldfish meet up after being flushed down the toilet and frolic happily about, swimming for days, with a feast of different fish food for them to pick from."

A hopeful glimmer lit up in the upset singer's tear-ridden eyes as he looked up at his blonde lover. "Really?"

Yuki took a breath, all prepared and ready to say 'no' and mock the little idiot for a good ten minutes, but for the life of him he couldn't. Those damn eyes and pout would be the death of him yet. "Yes," he muttered with some trouble through gritted teeth. "Really." The answering smile that he got in return, and the lack of tears, made him feel better for it.

"So Yuki, can I have a new goldfish? Pretty please, Yuki? Pretty, pretty, pretty please, Yuki?"

"Ch, over my dead body you can."

"YUKI! WHAT A MEAN THING TO SAY WHILE AT BUBBLES' FUNERAL!" Cue the never ending tears.

"Ah fuck," the blonde cursed, rolling his eyes and rubbing the back of his next. "What the fuck have I started?" He'd have to make a trip to the pet store again, tomorrow… even if the clerk was getting a little worried with how many goldfish he'd been buying recently. Anything for a quiet life.


Kadzuki Fuchion: Shuichi bald... too funnt ofan image to get out of my brain! Scarifice of an Angel: thankee for the review, and for the fact that you don't agree to the loons whoranted on about Untitled. bloodyidiots. Your review was lovely, and made me smiiiiile. Ildreen Love: my plushie. muwhaha. and was this a sooner update for you? glad you're still with us! Evil Chibi Kitten: yay I like cute. LaChoyMix: no, seriously. They're getting lamer. oh well! it passes the time. and how do I think of them? I really have no idea. I'd be thinking about something, then think "heh, Shuichi" andrun, twist, toy with the idea fora bit a bam! these drabbles are the endresult! m'keeping going and going ang gooooing.. A-chan: depressing is goooood. peachie-x: already PM'ed you my response!