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kh_drabble2004-12-09 04:12 pm
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^_^ Okay, here's my drabble entry! ...I think a theme is beginning to start. ^^o
Theme: Kodak Moment
Title: Yuki
Word Count: 411
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“Young Master!” a voice shouted after him in admonishment as he flew from the room, long, white braid whipping out behind him. “Young Master, get back here this instant, or I shall inform your father about what you are—”
The rest of his tutor’s words melded together into a dull shriek, then faded altogether, lost to the roaring of blood and wind in his ears. His licked his lips, blue eyes wide and searching frantically over the surrounding area, looking for some sign of—
He turned around a corner, footsteps thudding along the stone floor, echoing loudly and clearly. If someone would bother to chase after him, he would not be that difficult to find. But it did not matter. He had one soul purpose in mind, and as long as he got to what he wanted, then whatever punishment he would face later would be worth it.
The bird ahead of him chittered, wings flapping against the air, darting up a staircase. He followed the unfortunate creature, swallowing against his dry throat, lungs burning for needed air as a cramp began to form in his side. But no, he would not give up just yet!
“Yuki!” he cried, one hand reaching for the snow-white bird, fingers outstretched. “Yuki, wait!”
How had that confounded bird gotten out of its cage, anyway?! He had made sure to lock it just this morning, before he had been called away to his studies. …He wouldn’t have made such a careless mistake to let it get away so easily…
Or maybe he had. The sharp tut-tutting of his tutor’s voice had been enough to get him to scramble to his feet and flee the room hastily…
Yuki was waiting for him on a window sill halfway up the staircase, puffing his little chest out and regarding his master with beady black eyes. He ruffled his wings a little, cocking his head to the side, and stamped his feet.
Ansem’s lips broke into a soft smile. The child reached a tanned finger out, giving a gentle chitter of encouragement, and Yuki chirruped happily before hopping onto it and flapping his wings twice.
The boy straightened, lifting his finger and placing a feather light kiss on the bird’s beak. “Wanted a moment of freedom, did you?”
“Chi-chi-chi!” the bird babbled, eyes speaking volumes.
Ansem giggled. “Alright, perhaps I will let you out more often, hm?”
“Chi-chi-chiiii!”
Ansem nuzzled the bird happily. “Yes, sir, Master Yuki.”
“Chiiii!”
Theme: Kodak Moment
Title: Yuki
Word Count: 411
“Young Master!” a voice shouted after him in admonishment as he flew from the room, long, white braid whipping out behind him. “Young Master, get back here this instant, or I shall inform your father about what you are—”
The rest of his tutor’s words melded together into a dull shriek, then faded altogether, lost to the roaring of blood and wind in his ears. His licked his lips, blue eyes wide and searching frantically over the surrounding area, looking for some sign of—
He turned around a corner, footsteps thudding along the stone floor, echoing loudly and clearly. If someone would bother to chase after him, he would not be that difficult to find. But it did not matter. He had one soul purpose in mind, and as long as he got to what he wanted, then whatever punishment he would face later would be worth it.
The bird ahead of him chittered, wings flapping against the air, darting up a staircase. He followed the unfortunate creature, swallowing against his dry throat, lungs burning for needed air as a cramp began to form in his side. But no, he would not give up just yet!
“Yuki!” he cried, one hand reaching for the snow-white bird, fingers outstretched. “Yuki, wait!”
How had that confounded bird gotten out of its cage, anyway?! He had made sure to lock it just this morning, before he had been called away to his studies. …He wouldn’t have made such a careless mistake to let it get away so easily…
Or maybe he had. The sharp tut-tutting of his tutor’s voice had been enough to get him to scramble to his feet and flee the room hastily…
Yuki was waiting for him on a window sill halfway up the staircase, puffing his little chest out and regarding his master with beady black eyes. He ruffled his wings a little, cocking his head to the side, and stamped his feet.
Ansem’s lips broke into a soft smile. The child reached a tanned finger out, giving a gentle chitter of encouragement, and Yuki chirruped happily before hopping onto it and flapping his wings twice.
The boy straightened, lifting his finger and placing a feather light kiss on the bird’s beak. “Wanted a moment of freedom, did you?”
“Chi-chi-chi!” the bird babbled, eyes speaking volumes.
Ansem giggled. “Alright, perhaps I will let you out more often, hm?”
“Chi-chi-chiiii!”
Ansem nuzzled the bird happily. “Yes, sir, Master Yuki.”
“Chiiii!”
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