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Series: Gintama, Eyeshield 21, Magic Kaitou, MGS
Pairings: Gin/Zura, Hiruma/Mamori, Kaito/Aoko, Liquid/Ocelot (pft), Snake/Otacon
Rating: G
Notes: Some short Valentine's crack.
Gintama (past Gin/Zura)
“Love,” says Zura very seriously out of absolutely nowhere, sitting on the couch beside Gintoki while they watch giant robots dismember each other in the network’s It’s Okay To Be Single (It Means More Time For Robots) Valentine’s Day broadcast, “is giving someone what they need, not what they want.”
Gintoki’s first thought is that ungrounded statements like this are the reason Zura can’t maintain a steady apartment, never mind a relationship. This is edged out, for just an instant, by scraps of memories. Grey nearly soundless recollections of steady hands binding his wounds, of a relentless sword at his back, of hot lips bringing sensation back to his frozen skin.
He blinks slowly, tucking the tattered memories away carefully in the back of his mind. And then says, very blandly, “So in your case, a kick to the head?”
He nearly has time to dodge before Zura empties the special-sale jerky-flavoured popcorn over him.
Eyeshield 21 (Hiruma/Mamori)
Incomprehensibly, every year Hiruma receives several packets of chocolates.
Hiruma is undoubtedly the antithesis of popular; many students have gone out of their way to point out that whoever said “It is better to be feared than loved” obviously had Hiruma in mind. Nevertheless, he is attractive – in the same way that a blade is – and darkly alluring – again, very much like a blade.
There are girls who like that. Mamori is of the opinion that they like it only because they have never had to actually deal with it daily.
Every year, Mamori makes chocolates for Sena, her friends, and her teammates. Before joining the American Football club, she would never have made one for Hiruma, even if he had become president of the student council. But ten months is a long time, and the route to the Christmas Bowl reveals some very deep, albeit well-mined, depths to the quarterback. So when February 14th rolls around, Mamori pushes up her sleeves and embarks upon an ambitious multi-flavoured box.
She finds him afterschool in the classroom, using the newly-cleaned chalkboard to demonstrate some plays to Kurita. She smiles, and hands the linebacker his chocolate, a huge chestnut-shaped milk chocolate. He beams and thanks her, exclaiming over it. Hiruma, she sees, is watching without appearing to while he chalks in a defensive line.
“I have one for you too, Hiruma-kun,” she tells him, fishing it out of her bag. She even wrapped it especially, with a neat little dark ribbon – nothing too pink. Hiruma makes a face, but takes it when she hands it to him.
“The hell am I supposed to do with this?” he asks, inspecting it as if he had never been given one before.
“Most people eat them,” she says. “It’s not poisoned.”
“Really,” he drawls, not bothering to make it a question.
She glares, “Yes, really.” Turning to leave, she looks back abruptly over her shoulder, fast enough to catch him examining it with a curious expression for an instant before scepticism slams back down like a gate. “I’ll be expecting one in return in a month.”
Hiruma stares at her for an instant, and then breaks out into a harsh barking laugh. “Only you, fucking manager, would blackmail the devil.”
“Oh?” Mamori raises an eyebrow. “I thought it would make two of us.”
Magic Kaitou (Kaito/Aoko kind of)
Kaito thinks Valentine’s Day should be banned. This is because it spawns White Day, which might as well be called Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don’t Day.
Unlike girls, who can thoughtlessly give chocolates to whoever they want and have it written off as bubbly compassion, boys giving out candy is taken as a Sign. No boy gives out candy unless it Means Something. Something, specifically, beginning with the letter L.
Stupid Aoko is not above this. She spreads chocolates around like they were meaningless, giving them to half her acquaintances, free in the knowledge that it doesn’t really matter. But when March 14th rolls around, it’ll be Kaito who has to deal with the seed she planted. He can not give her something in return, and earn her wrath (and, worse, the disappointed look she’ll give him when she thinks he’s not watching). Or he can give her something, and have to put up with a month’s taunting from the rest of the class.
This year, Kaito resolves, it’s not come to this. This year, he’s going to avoid the charade.
This year, he’s going to call in sick.
MGS (Dead!Liquid/Ocelot) (The Northern Star-verse)
“Oh no,” says Liquid in disgust, watching as Ocelot slits open a thick package to reveal a cardboard box in the shape of a heart. “You are fucking kidding me, this is not happening you disgusting old man.”
Ocelot, deaf to his horror, opens the box. Nestled inside is a neatly moulded package of C4.
Liquid nearly passes out in relief.
OKAY NO REALLY (Snake/Otacon)
“I always thought it was unfair that lovers were the only people who got a devoted holiday. I mean, what about friends? Or family? How come there is no day of the year when we celebrate devoted colleagues, for example?” Otacon turns off the TV, playing another jewellery commercial, with a disgusted gesture of the remote.
Dave looks over from his magazine. “You’re just bitter because you never got any chocolate.”
“I am not. I just think it’s unfair. Why don’t we celebrate good roommates? Have you ever lived in a college dorm? People worship good roommates.”
“Again: bitter.”
“Or good neighbours. You know, the people you look back on when you’re living next to the slobs who leave the garbage pails open and play rap at 2am, and wish you had paid to move along with you. If we appreciated them more, maybe we wouldn’t have raccoons living in our alley.”
“You leave the lid off the pail all the time.”
“I leave it ajar, there’s a difference. And that’s only because you pack it too full. And that is not the point. The point is, why do we as a society refuse to acknowledge the good deeds of all these people?”
Dave sighs, and puts down the paper. “Do you want me to go buy you some chocolates?”
“…Maybe.”
Series: Gintama, Eyeshield 21, Magic Kaitou, MGS
Pairings: Gin/Zura, Hiruma/Mamori, Kaito/Aoko, Liquid/Ocelot (pft), Snake/Otacon
Rating: G
Notes: Some short Valentine's crack.
Gintama (past Gin/Zura)
“Love,” says Zura very seriously out of absolutely nowhere, sitting on the couch beside Gintoki while they watch giant robots dismember each other in the network’s It’s Okay To Be Single (It Means More Time For Robots) Valentine’s Day broadcast, “is giving someone what they need, not what they want.”
Gintoki’s first thought is that ungrounded statements like this are the reason Zura can’t maintain a steady apartment, never mind a relationship. This is edged out, for just an instant, by scraps of memories. Grey nearly soundless recollections of steady hands binding his wounds, of a relentless sword at his back, of hot lips bringing sensation back to his frozen skin.
He blinks slowly, tucking the tattered memories away carefully in the back of his mind. And then says, very blandly, “So in your case, a kick to the head?”
He nearly has time to dodge before Zura empties the special-sale jerky-flavoured popcorn over him.
Eyeshield 21 (Hiruma/Mamori)
Incomprehensibly, every year Hiruma receives several packets of chocolates.
Hiruma is undoubtedly the antithesis of popular; many students have gone out of their way to point out that whoever said “It is better to be feared than loved” obviously had Hiruma in mind. Nevertheless, he is attractive – in the same way that a blade is – and darkly alluring – again, very much like a blade.
There are girls who like that. Mamori is of the opinion that they like it only because they have never had to actually deal with it daily.
Every year, Mamori makes chocolates for Sena, her friends, and her teammates. Before joining the American Football club, she would never have made one for Hiruma, even if he had become president of the student council. But ten months is a long time, and the route to the Christmas Bowl reveals some very deep, albeit well-mined, depths to the quarterback. So when February 14th rolls around, Mamori pushes up her sleeves and embarks upon an ambitious multi-flavoured box.
She finds him afterschool in the classroom, using the newly-cleaned chalkboard to demonstrate some plays to Kurita. She smiles, and hands the linebacker his chocolate, a huge chestnut-shaped milk chocolate. He beams and thanks her, exclaiming over it. Hiruma, she sees, is watching without appearing to while he chalks in a defensive line.
“I have one for you too, Hiruma-kun,” she tells him, fishing it out of her bag. She even wrapped it especially, with a neat little dark ribbon – nothing too pink. Hiruma makes a face, but takes it when she hands it to him.
“The hell am I supposed to do with this?” he asks, inspecting it as if he had never been given one before.
“Most people eat them,” she says. “It’s not poisoned.”
“Really,” he drawls, not bothering to make it a question.
She glares, “Yes, really.” Turning to leave, she looks back abruptly over her shoulder, fast enough to catch him examining it with a curious expression for an instant before scepticism slams back down like a gate. “I’ll be expecting one in return in a month.”
Hiruma stares at her for an instant, and then breaks out into a harsh barking laugh. “Only you, fucking manager, would blackmail the devil.”
“Oh?” Mamori raises an eyebrow. “I thought it would make two of us.”
Magic Kaitou (Kaito/Aoko kind of)
Kaito thinks Valentine’s Day should be banned. This is because it spawns White Day, which might as well be called Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don’t Day.
Unlike girls, who can thoughtlessly give chocolates to whoever they want and have it written off as bubbly compassion, boys giving out candy is taken as a Sign. No boy gives out candy unless it Means Something. Something, specifically, beginning with the letter L.
Stupid Aoko is not above this. She spreads chocolates around like they were meaningless, giving them to half her acquaintances, free in the knowledge that it doesn’t really matter. But when March 14th rolls around, it’ll be Kaito who has to deal with the seed she planted. He can not give her something in return, and earn her wrath (and, worse, the disappointed look she’ll give him when she thinks he’s not watching). Or he can give her something, and have to put up with a month’s taunting from the rest of the class.
This year, Kaito resolves, it’s not come to this. This year, he’s going to avoid the charade.
This year, he’s going to call in sick.
MGS (Dead!Liquid/Ocelot) (The Northern Star-verse)
“Oh no,” says Liquid in disgust, watching as Ocelot slits open a thick package to reveal a cardboard box in the shape of a heart. “You are fucking kidding me, this is not happening you disgusting old man.”
Ocelot, deaf to his horror, opens the box. Nestled inside is a neatly moulded package of C4.
Liquid nearly passes out in relief.
OKAY NO REALLY (Snake/Otacon)
“I always thought it was unfair that lovers were the only people who got a devoted holiday. I mean, what about friends? Or family? How come there is no day of the year when we celebrate devoted colleagues, for example?” Otacon turns off the TV, playing another jewellery commercial, with a disgusted gesture of the remote.
Dave looks over from his magazine. “You’re just bitter because you never got any chocolate.”
“I am not. I just think it’s unfair. Why don’t we celebrate good roommates? Have you ever lived in a college dorm? People worship good roommates.”
“Again: bitter.”
“Or good neighbours. You know, the people you look back on when you’re living next to the slobs who leave the garbage pails open and play rap at 2am, and wish you had paid to move along with you. If we appreciated them more, maybe we wouldn’t have raccoons living in our alley.”
“You leave the lid off the pail all the time.”
“I leave it ajar, there’s a difference. And that’s only because you pack it too full. And that is not the point. The point is, why do we as a society refuse to acknowledge the good deeds of all these people?”
Dave sighs, and puts down the paper. “Do you want me to go buy you some chocolates?”
“…Maybe.”
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Date: 2011-02-16 03:18 am (UTC)sherlock and john would forget about v-day as they have a murderer to catch
Date: 2011-02-15 07:28 am (UTC)Hahahah, sweets for the dude who doesn't like sweets. And he sure as hell is gonna get her something in a month. I should probably not be d'awww~ing but I totally am.
Oh Kaito. You just know Aoko's gonna come over and be a lil worried about you. Until, of course, she finds out you're not sick, and then you're doubly screwed. :')b I wonder if Japan has discount chocolates after V-day. I bet Kaito would be all over that.
Or Sherlock would leave John a nice human heart on a saucer in the fridge.
Date: 2011-02-16 02:59 am (UTC)Haha, yeah, Part 2 would be Aoko comes and gives him extra chocolate for being sick, and then he's in even deeper.
John just wanted a nice cup of tea dammit
Date: 2011-02-16 06:45 am (UTC)Hahahah, dooooomed.