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. This is for the ever wonderful Mei, and I strongly suggest that you allhop off to read her amazing fanfiction "Addicted to Shuichi". This idea came to me, at five o'clock in the morning as I was hanging out of my bedroom window, for a sneaky smoke, before I went to bed.

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

Shuichi

When Shuichi cried, Yuki was sure it was felt all across Tokyo, over the Great Wall of China and winding down many alleyways causing dogs to whine and cats to shriek. He was sure it carried all the way over to the shores of England, causing torrential downpours and floods abound. Thick and heavy tears of rain, falling down on the simple-minded, unaware, British population. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter; streaming down Shuichi's cheeks and landing on the top side of an umbrella.

When Shuichi was depressed, Yuki thought that it had to be felt all across the globe, stilling any other emotion other than lethargy because it was simply too strong, powerful, not too. He was sure that barren deserts and forgotten wastelands stood still, tumbleweed too stilled to move without any wind, emotion, to move it; an unforgiving sun beating down onto dry, coarse sand and Shuichi would sigh. Large eyes dull and staring into nothing as the desert baked.

When Shuichi smiled, Yuki was sure all knew about it, across the seas and to places that he'd yet to visit, warming up whoever it brushed by; as infectious as the common cold. Sunny, cloudless, skies in Spain sharing out more and more sunshine for happy tourists as they licked on ice creams and tried to control screaming children. Shuichi's mouth would be wide, pearly whites showing in rows and the skies would be clear and the sun would shine brighter than ever.

When Shuichi sang, Yuki thought that everyone was affected by the uplifting, melodic sway of his young lover's voice. That it was loud enough to carry deep into sticky, lush-filled rainforests where thousands of birds all fluttered and sang their own unique songs; wings beating, voice rising, all mixed together in a tremendous beat. The birds spiralling upwards through thick, dew covered leaves of the trees as Shuichi's voice rose and rose; eye closed and wings spread wide. Embracing everything.

When Shuichi slept, Yuki was sure everyone knew about it, that the sleepy hum of drowsiness wrapped fairytale hands around people's minds and layered their eyes with heavy, thick, weights. That in a dreamy town of somewhere buried deep within Mexico, they thrived off Shuichi's soft breathing and fluttered eyelashes as they had a siesta during the highest point of the sun. Tilted sombreros, sleepy murmuring and thin, slightly tanned, legs winding around to wrap around Yuki's own legs as Shuichi slept; eyes closed and that perfect mouth opened in a perfect little 'o' as the sun shone and the little people of Mexico slumbered.

When Shuichi was angry, Yuki thought that there wasn't a place on earth that his anger didn't reach, stretching across wild seas, causing storms to brew and ships to toss and turn. With bitter, harsh, pebbled rain and salty sea rising and crashing against each other as they fought, pink eyebrows down together in a defiant glare, and pink lips curved into a petulant pout. Shouts from sailors as their boats tossed and turned in the water, a cry of "Man overboard!" as Shuichi punched his fist against the couch with a roar of annoyance, the sea becoming feral.

When Shuichi was scared, Yuki was sure that a chill and shiver crawled up anyone's back, causing them to shudder and cringe away; he was sure that the influence spread across the lands, settling in an obscure wood that held all sorts of creepy little animals, that just wanted to maul and rip your throat into two – Shuichi's tiny frame shivering and purple eyes wide and bright with a film of tears. Paws slithering over damp leaves, a low growl and a drop of drool hanging from sharp fangs; a wobbly bottom lip and an erratic heartbeat, small hands reaching out for Yuki's as the animals howled and Shuichi's eyes squeezed shut.

When Shuichi loved, however, it didn't leave the confines of the apartment that he shared with his lover, and Yuki was aware of this. Fresh, true, emotions drifting through the air, making a curve into his office as he wrote, an unbidden smile gracing thin lips. Love, shown through gestures; love, shown through his eyes as they sparkled, and lips as they turned into a smile. Yes, Yuki thought; yes, Yuki was sure, that the world felt the after-shock of Shuichi's smiles, of Shuichi's hysterical fits, but only him… only he was the one that felt his love; and he wouldn't have it any other way. Not ever.


Hikari-kun and Cia-chan: Heh. Thank you. I've been reading some of your stories, to tell you the truth. Not too sure if I've reviewed or not, but you two are doing pretty well. hokage: no one can't help but to love Shuichi. He's a God damn idiot that we all love. Ildreen Love: Naaaaw, you can keep Tats the Pervert. m'happy with mine. Ner nay. -snickle- yeah, poor Yuki... but I love annoying him so. Luciver: Poor Shu, huh? I think everyone's been upset by a dead goldfish, sometime in their life. Except Yuki... he'd be one of those people who'd cook it and eat it; "Oh well, no use letting it go to waste." Fantastic Farting Ferret: ahem -shoots her in the head- and you're the only one who commented on the hand's smelling like fish thing too, even though that tickled me something stupid. Bubbles is NOT a retarded name for a fish at all, in fact, I called my first goldfish that, you ho. LaChoyMix: ooh! Happy Belated Brithday! You feel young? I feel so very old. Sleeping with a dead fish in a bag... eeeer, I think Yuki'd have a few choice words to say about that! mmhmm m'not amazingly confident, though you'd think it with some people that get their knickers in a twist when I tell them that their story sucks. Sacrifice Of An Angel: I loved Bubbles too.. why did I kill him? -le sob- Kadzuki Fuchoin: You're welcome for the beta thing, and thank you for the alcohol! heh. I use to love The Powerpuff girls! Eeeer.. maybe he did, but the authour just forgot to mention it? -innocent grin- peachie-x: thank you for the lovely review. You're brilliant at making my head swell, and me grin. Even if I don't grant that much praise.