Challenge 191
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kh_drabbleTitle: The Very Bad Thing
challenge: 191- One Liner
word count: 500 (which makes this officially the longest drabble I've ever written!)
Notes: I wrote this at 1 am, thought it was pretty awesome, reread it and still think it's pretty awesome but then again the room is still moving so...Also, I borrowed![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
obabscribbler's nickname for Aerith that Yuffie uses in The Sky and The Dawn and The Sun I hope you don't mind.....
Some nights Aerith wondered if there would ever be a point in her life in which she realized no amount of thirst was really worth getting out of bed at 2 a.m. and finding out what kind of mischief/mayhem/general discord Yuffie was up to. Alas, this was not the night for epiphanies and with her mind focused on a cool glass of old fashioned aqua she shuffled out of bed and down to the kitchen.
It probably said something about the general state of affairs when she wasn’t remotely phased by the bright light coming from the living room.
“Yuffie, why are you still awake?” Aerith realized her voice was in that borderline whiny place but Yuffie up at midnight is Bad; Yuffie awake this late meant Very Bad Things. Things that Aerith would, undoubtedly have to smooth over later in the afternoon.
Facing the Very Bad Things blindly seemed easier for Aerith to deal with, there was no pre-anxiety to worry about. Staring at the Very Bad Things in progress, however, were just bad for her ulcer.
Her answer came in the form of one raised boot, the long tongue flopping pathetically over the tip of the shoe and the sides peeled away.
“Your laces are gone.” Aerith pointed out, feeling that ulcer act up, “why are your laces gone?”
Yuffie shot her a look, not the nice kind either. “Suzette stole them, and hid them fairly well I might add. He completely flipped out because I woke up a little late today so it took me a little longer to get ready. He said I was making us late for patrol, blah blah blah.”
Some nights Aerith was pretty sure the real reason Xenohart went crazy was because he had roommates that couldn’t act like grown ups. Yuffie had taken Squ-Leon’s name issue and ran with it. On a good day she would only refer to him as Squall, but on a bad day…well Suzette was one of the nicer names she had christened him with.
Knowing well ahead of time she was giving the younger girl too much credit, Aerith still ventured “so instead of having to wake up in the morning to re-lace them and making yourself later you spent all night looking for them and intend to have them ready?”
Yuffie snorted at her in reply. “Get real Ponytail. You know what they say; never go to bed angry, stay awake and plot your revenge!”
Aerith wished she had stayed in bed. But the damage was already done and she couldn’t help asking “what are you doing in retaliation?”
The other girl didn’t look remotely abashed as she held up several…things that Aerith only vaguely recognized as Leon’s belts. They were covered, one end to the other, in various hues of sparkling glitter. “If I can’t wear my boots he’s going to damn well think twice about wearing all these freaking bondage belts.”
Aerith decided maybe this was a fine time for a few epiphanies.
challenge: 191- One Liner
word count: 500 (which makes this officially the longest drabble I've ever written!)
Notes: I wrote this at 1 am, thought it was pretty awesome, reread it and still think it's pretty awesome but then again the room is still moving so...Also, I borrowed
obabscribbler's nickname for Aerith that Yuffie uses in The Sky and The Dawn and The Sun I hope you don't mind.....Some nights Aerith wondered if there would ever be a point in her life in which she realized no amount of thirst was really worth getting out of bed at 2 a.m. and finding out what kind of mischief/mayhem/general discord Yuffie was up to. Alas, this was not the night for epiphanies and with her mind focused on a cool glass of old fashioned aqua she shuffled out of bed and down to the kitchen.
It probably said something about the general state of affairs when she wasn’t remotely phased by the bright light coming from the living room.
“Yuffie, why are you still awake?” Aerith realized her voice was in that borderline whiny place but Yuffie up at midnight is Bad; Yuffie awake this late meant Very Bad Things. Things that Aerith would, undoubtedly have to smooth over later in the afternoon.
Facing the Very Bad Things blindly seemed easier for Aerith to deal with, there was no pre-anxiety to worry about. Staring at the Very Bad Things in progress, however, were just bad for her ulcer.
Her answer came in the form of one raised boot, the long tongue flopping pathetically over the tip of the shoe and the sides peeled away.
“Your laces are gone.” Aerith pointed out, feeling that ulcer act up, “why are your laces gone?”
Yuffie shot her a look, not the nice kind either. “Suzette stole them, and hid them fairly well I might add. He completely flipped out because I woke up a little late today so it took me a little longer to get ready. He said I was making us late for patrol, blah blah blah.”
Some nights Aerith was pretty sure the real reason Xenohart went crazy was because he had roommates that couldn’t act like grown ups. Yuffie had taken Squ-Leon’s name issue and ran with it. On a good day she would only refer to him as Squall, but on a bad day…well Suzette was one of the nicer names she had christened him with.
Knowing well ahead of time she was giving the younger girl too much credit, Aerith still ventured “so instead of having to wake up in the morning to re-lace them and making yourself later you spent all night looking for them and intend to have them ready?”
Yuffie snorted at her in reply. “Get real Ponytail. You know what they say; never go to bed angry, stay awake and plot your revenge!”
Aerith wished she had stayed in bed. But the damage was already done and she couldn’t help asking “what are you doing in retaliation?”
The other girl didn’t look remotely abashed as she held up several…things that Aerith only vaguely recognized as Leon’s belts. They were covered, one end to the other, in various hues of sparkling glitter. “If I can’t wear my boots he’s going to damn well think twice about wearing all these freaking bondage belts.”
Aerith decided maybe this was a fine time for a few epiphanies.
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Date: 2009-06-21 08:42 pm (UTC)I was like "who the hell is Suzette? That better not be some madeup." I was very satisfied with the true Suzette. xDD
Also lols, belts.
:3 Very nice~
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Date: 2009-06-21 10:25 pm (UTC)Leon and his belts of doom are cause for much amusement in my fandom xDD
Glad you liked :3
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Date: 2009-06-22 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 03:17 am (UTC)and thanks!
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Date: 2009-06-22 04:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 02:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 04:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 02:02 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment!
XD
Date: 2009-06-22 02:17 pm (UTC)Re: XD
Date: 2009-06-22 03:19 pm (UTC)I'm so happy you liked it!!