Nori & Pez say: plz to write little Yuki

[pez]

[I changed my status message to "Yukibrat"]

Nori: yes, yuki is a brat. 8D

Pez: Yes. 8D
He probably used to cause a lot of mayhem when he was little

Nori: I would not be surprised :D
I want little yuki fic :(
with his giant eyes and lack of a body

Pez: me too :(

Nori: I will see what I can do >>
you write one

Pez: poor Yuki, born with only eyes and ears

Nori: and I will write one
haha yes

Pez: you write one

Nori: but at least we know Dan will grow up to be hot
we both write one
because I always find it amusing how differently people take the same exact idea. 8D

Pez: wait
you mean we both write one of little Yuki, or write one of a Yuki who was born with only eyes and ears?

Nori: both write one with little yuki
which by association means with only eyes and ears.
...*bought a notebook this morning specifically for fic*

Pez: heeee
but it's no fun if it's just us

Nori: go
LJ it
:D
"PLZ TO WRITE LITTLE YUKI"


And so it is, that Nori and I ask you to join us in "PLZ TO WRITE LITTLE YUKI". I suppose length doesn't matter. Just write something about little Yuki.

Hands up?

Comments

[pixxers.livejournal.com]

It wasn't always about tennis.

When Yukimura Seiichi was very small, his future was a kaleidoscope of fantasy and vivid, childish imagination. He would be graceful and powerful and revered and his classmates - for indeed they figured prominently into his frequent daydreams - would move aside when he walked among them. Untouchable. The special boy his mother always assured him that he was.

In his daydream, he had no wife, no girlfriend - because that was gross - and instead passed his days in the company of a magical kitsune who spoke only to Yukimura in its lyrical, secret way. He had not yet decided on his companion's name, but he knew that he would never share it with anyone else. Well, perhaps Sanada, but only after he begged for several days and maybe even gave Yukimura a special present and told him that nobody else had hair the same shade as Yukimura's and that nobody could run as fast or sing as well or...

"Yukimura-kun!"

Glancing up, Yukimura lifted his chin to allow the air to circulate closer to his neck - his collar was too tight and it was uncomfortably warm inside the classroom.

Sanada was staring at him, perhaps more intently than anyone else. Yukimura tipped his head to one side.

"Yes, Sensei?" he answered, unruffled and pleasant.

"Have you been paying attention to this lesson?"

Yukimura shook his head regretfully. "No, Sensei."

Sanada's eyes widened and Yukimura glanced at him sideways - just once.

"Can you lead the exercise we just discussed, in that case?"

Yukimura was silent a moment, considering. "I believe so, Sensei. I'm five chapters ahead."

There was silence - Sanada was holding his breath - and Yukimura smiled again. "Where would you like me to begin?"

[yuki-scorpio.livejournal.com]

Damn, you're fast!

That's quite different, in a good way. ♥

[pixxers.livejournal.com]

I'm quick on the draw. :D

Yes, it was weird. I'm in a really weird mood today. Clearly I need some of Yuki's cake.

♥

I reply to myself~

[yuki-scorpio.livejournal.com]

"It went wrong" would not be the correct statement to describe the situation, because Sanada believed everything happened for a reason, but this was definitely not right.

This was not right.

This small lump of deformed, bandage-wrapped flesh could not be Yukimura. The only recognisably human parts were the eyes and ears, and those eyes stared at Sanada, unblinking, as if to say:

So what are you going to do, Genichirou?

The arms that held the small bundle, Renji's, were shaking. And so was his voice.

"Do you... want to hold him?"

Keen ears listened. Sanada knew this thing - this monster - was listening, waiting to see what his reactions would be.

Sanada remained silent. The huge eyes looked away; there was no malice, no hatred in them, only a sad acceptance that in this form, he was no longer the person Sanada had loved and had promised to wait for, three hundred years ago.

Without a word, Sanada took the monster into his arms, holding it tight against his chest.

"Welcome back, Seiichi."

The front of Sanada's kimono became soaked with tears.

"I'll get you a new body," Sanada said with gritted teeth. They had waited so long for the reincarnation, worked so hard to make it happen, and they would not stop now because of this. Just because Yukimura came back without a body.

He looked at Renji. "We'll get him a new body." They could get spare parts. An arm off someone from Seishun, hair from Hyoutei...

Renji nodded. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, but resolute. "I have a list of suitable candidates."

Sanada held Yukimura in front of him and looked into those eyes.

"Let's go."

[yuki-scorpio.livejournal.com]

Clearly I'm in a weird mood too... *looks at her own response* >_>

Re: I reply to myself~

[solaas.livejournal.com]

*dies laughing* That is SO EFFING DISTURBING! And funny at the same time! You should be arrested! XDDDD Also, it reminded me of the movie Eraserhead. Which more than anything explains why I am mightily disturbed. XD;

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[giving-ground.livejournal.com]

OH MY FUCKING GOD, PEZ XDDDDD I don't know if I should be disturbed or really amused. I'm opting for both. At once. Cue horrified laughter...

♥

Win.

Re: I reply to myself~

[pixxers.livejournal.com]

We have apparently gone to our happy places and will be unreachable for a bit. XD

That's our Sanapuff. Always so determined and dedicated.

*giggles*

[xiu]

*___* ^_____________^ <- Kim has made the Nori happehtimes.

Socute ;o;

Re: I reply to myself~

[xiu]

I already told you what I thought about this, you ridiculously horrible woman. XD; (It is fab. And win. And I'm still trying not to crack up in very small library.)

Re: I reply to myself~

[xiu]

BE LIKE ME, LIZ.

HORRIBLY AMUSED AT TAKING THE 'BORN EYES AND EARS' THING LITERALLY. 8DDD

Re: I reply to myself~

[yuki-scorpio.livejournal.com]

That was the first thing I thought of when the "born with eyes and ears thing" appeared in the convo. XD

Re: I reply to myself~

[xiu]

But was he born pure evil? Do we need to get him unicorn blood or an unsuspecting professor for him to survive? D:

(...Yukimura/Sakaki. Hot.)

[reposoir.livejournal.com]

Yukimura looked at the bundle in his mother's arms. It wriggled a bit. It smelled like a cross between the milk he left in his bedroom for a week last August and the bathroom after his father has a morning sit.

"Can it do anything?" he asked. There was a new court opened up two blocks away this summer, with beautiful pristine green courts and nets so taught that he could bounce bodies, not balls off it.

Yukimura was seven. And he needed a tennis partner asap or he'd never get any better.

"Seiichi," his father said, "babies eat and sleep. They don't do anything else until they're bigger. She'll grow up and in a few years you two can play."

"That sucks," Yukimura muttered under his breath. He glared at his mother, at his father, and the wriggling useless thing in his mother's arms.

"Don't you want to hold her?" his mother asked. She looked like a mess- red-faced, hair everywhere, and her nightgown was rumpled. Yukimura was a bit skeptical about the whole "storks drop the new babies off" story his father told him. More like his mother wrestled a stork to the ground and wrenched the baby away from it, judging by her frazzled state and bloodshot eyes.

"No!" he snapped.

Yukimura ran out of the hospital room. Like hell he wanted to hold that thing! He wanted to go play tennis now with it! To improve and take over the world like Andre Agassi!

He dashed through the sterile hospital hallways, cutting past doctors and knocking into a nurse. She shouted something at him, but he ignored her. She was probably a part of this whole baby conspiracy anyway.

The hospital lounge was small and the chairs were covered in green vinyl. Yukimura collapsed onto on of them. If he had money, he'd treat himself to a fanta from the vending machine just for spite (he wasn't allowed to drink soft drinks at home. Tooth rot, or so his father lied about that, too!)

"Stupid sister. Stupid useless babies...can't even play tennis," he grumbled. He kicked the seat, but then his foot started to hurt. "Stupid foot, too..."

Someone made a noise across the lounge. Yukimura pounded his fist into the vinyl armrest until the noise repeated itself and he looked up. A boy was sitting across from him, his leg propped up in a cast.

He looked...angry, all messy black hair and a frown on his face. His nose was all pinched up and he sniffed. "You play tennis?" he mumbled.

"Yeah," Yukimura said. "Did you know that babies can't play tennis? How useless! I have to wait years to practice for real because my stupid baby sister can only eat and sleep. That's stupid!"

The boy sniffled again. Snot dribbled down his nose and he wiped it off with the back of his hand. On crutches, he hobbled over and plunked himself down on the seat beside Yukimura. He held out the same hand and said, "I'll play tennis with you, if you want."

Yukimura hesitated to shake his hand. It was still slimy with boogers. But then, tennis got the better of him and he grabbed it. The boy's hand was warm and sweaty and he had a good grip. "I'm Yukimura," he said.

The boy started to smile and almost, almost made something start to flutter in Yukimura's stomach, the same way that watching Andre Agassi play a really cool tennis game on tv did.

Yukimura smiled back when the boy said, "I'm Sanada."

Re: I reply to myself~

[reposoir.livejournal.com]

Seiichimort?

[pixxers.livejournal.com]

♥ ♥ ♥

I'm all hazy today. :D But I bet Yukimura was the cutest little kindergartener in the universe.

[giving-ground.livejournal.com]

I know how he feels. NO, I DON'T WANT TO HOLD IT. D:

♥

[giving-ground.livejournal.com]

♥

[mayezinha.livejournal.com]

You are the weirdest people ever. And Brilliant XD

But it's interesting how 3 different people take a challenge. Explain a lot about you XD

This make me facepalm for spending the morning cleaning the stupid apartment while you were writing this.

And yes, Dan will be the next antichrist of tennis if the drawind doesn't lie. XD

[pixxers.livejournal.com]

♥_♥

[xiu]

He was five years old the first time he laid hands on a tennis racquet. He'd been a small, skinny boy with limbs growing far too fast for his body to keep up; the adult-sized racquet was nearly half as tall as he was. It had been some older cousin - a first year in junior high, aiming to join the tennis club - that had first introduced Yukimura Seiichi to the wonderful sport of tennis.

It had been that same cousin, whom after countless hours of being followed by the small boy begging to play too and bawling his eyes out when he lost or had to stop had convinced his aunt and uncle to allow Seiichi to take lessons and buy him his very first (child-sized) tennis racquet.

If it were possible for a boy to love a material object so much, it was Seiichi and his racquet. He had it with him every waking hour he possibly could - batting a ball clumsily against the back of the house or at the special club his parents took him to to learn how to play even better - he would've even slept with his racquet had his mother not vetoed that idea on the very first night ("No way you're sleeping with that filthy thing.")

As much as he loved his racquet, tennis was not something someone could play by themselves. School and tennis practice took up more and more of his cousin's time and soon, it was rare he was able play anyone except the few boys that took tennis lessons with him (who in his opinion all sucked). It wasn't until one afternoon in mid-summer did any of this change - a new boy had moved to the area and begun taking lessons at the same time.

Seiichi thought the boy looked funny, with his weird haircut and helicopter-hat perched backwards on his head ("It helps with aerodynamics." The boy had said when he'd asked about the hat - Seiichi didn't know what 'aerodynamics' were, but he figured if they helped, why not.). He wasn't just weird-looking, he acted weird too; any time he began to laugh or smile he immediately cut himself off and put on a scary face that didn't quite reach his eyes (they looked scared, not scary.)

The boy did, however, seem to love tennis just as much as he did - he was the only other boy in their class that put in every ounce of effort he could muster into the game; unlike the other boys who only seemed to be there so their mommies could watch them loaf around. There were even times during those walks with his very round mother Seiichi saw him out at the park by himself, hitting a worn out ball against a high wall.

It was no wonder the two became such fast friends, his mother said. They were both completely nuts about a sport most boys their age wouldn't even think to play; they were both equally stubborn and hardworking; they both wanted to be the very best.

It was, she thought, a good thing for her son to have a friend like Sanada Genichirou.

Tennis wasn't such a lonely sport anymore. Seiichi didn't have to wait for the week to slowly drag by for his lesson on Saturday to play anymore; now it was as simple as a "Momma, I'm going with Gen-chan!", a two-block run and the push of a doorbell. He didn't have to keep beating all those boring, useless boys; Genichirou was a challenge every time.

Today, a makeshift dirt tennis court behind the local grocery; tomorrow, the world.

[yuki-scorpio.livejournal.com]

Tennis-baka, both of them. ♥