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Drabble: Questions He Never Answers
Originally put in my drabble meme, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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She requested that I put it up here too.
Character: Yuu Kanda
Mentions of: Allen, Lavi, Linali
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He looked up just as Lavi sat down beside him, looking terribly curious. There was this glint in the rabbit’s lone eye that if you had a vivid imagination, you could almost see the rabbit ears twitching in delight and/or anticipation.
He put the bit of food held by chopsticks into his mouth.
“What?” he said.
“Na, Yuu, what’s it like in a genuine onsen?” Lavi asked.
Onsen. His mind automatically formed the vast, artistically-designed pools with its endless storm of steam raising up from the water to the sky, like a thousand ethereal fairies dancing upward with grace and mystery. His mind formed how the dim-faced woman that was his mother would help him slowly into the water and put a damp towel on his head. How his father would join them later, and how he would try to swim---
“Dunno.” He said instead. “Now go away and stop bothering me.”
Allen’s concern was of a different one.
“Kanda? What do you think of the Japanese dishes served in…places like ours? Are they close to match? Especially the dango, na?”
He would not ever forget just the right sweet and spicy taste of his mother’s dishes, especially her takoyaki. How as a boy he would stand on a stool waiting, his hands clasped eagerly as she cooked, now and then turning to him, smiling, her gray eyes bright with amusement. Or how his father would bring fresh tofu from the marketplace and laughing about that day’s business, tell him and his mother how they could go home to Kyoto maybe, when the money would finally be enough—
“I don’t like dango. Now go away and stop bothering me.”
Linali said that she was tired of the qi bao, and was that is it true that Japanese could wear twelve layers of clothing?
He saw the empress only once, and he was on his father’s shoulder, standing in the moving crowd as the elaborate cart drawn by oxen moved at a crawl through the street. The bamboo blinds were there but his young eyes knew what they saw, something like a shadowed small mountain inside. Then his father told him about the empress’ junihitoe, the twelve layered robe, and how each layer was chosen meticulously. How the empress’ hair was done up with kanzashi of gold, puffing up in that distinct way the way his mother's also did—
“Do I look like someone who wears twelve layers of clothing? Bother someone else and leave me alone.”
Tact.
Unbelievable how people could be so tactless, conveniently forgetting how he came from a land of lies, a land where your neighbor and your best friend turned out to be hungry monsters after all, running on indefinite time of the unpredictable murderous urge. And how your best friend could suddenly go for you, morphing out of his skin and his clothes and his smile into this monster, this Akuma, and run for you, to kill your family and send you fleeing, fleeing, through the sun, moon, rain and shine, until you collapse by the coast because you couldn’t move any further…
How unbelievably tactless bastards they were.
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524 words
may_unleashed She requested that I put it up here too.
Character: Yuu Kanda
Mentions of: Allen, Lavi, Linali
---
He looked up just as Lavi sat down beside him, looking terribly curious. There was this glint in the rabbit’s lone eye that if you had a vivid imagination, you could almost see the rabbit ears twitching in delight and/or anticipation.
He put the bit of food held by chopsticks into his mouth.
“What?” he said.
“Na, Yuu, what’s it like in a genuine onsen?” Lavi asked.
Onsen. His mind automatically formed the vast, artistically-designed pools with its endless storm of steam raising up from the water to the sky, like a thousand ethereal fairies dancing upward with grace and mystery. His mind formed how the dim-faced woman that was his mother would help him slowly into the water and put a damp towel on his head. How his father would join them later, and how he would try to swim---
“Dunno.” He said instead. “Now go away and stop bothering me.”
Allen’s concern was of a different one.
“Kanda? What do you think of the Japanese dishes served in…places like ours? Are they close to match? Especially the dango, na?”
He would not ever forget just the right sweet and spicy taste of his mother’s dishes, especially her takoyaki. How as a boy he would stand on a stool waiting, his hands clasped eagerly as she cooked, now and then turning to him, smiling, her gray eyes bright with amusement. Or how his father would bring fresh tofu from the marketplace and laughing about that day’s business, tell him and his mother how they could go home to Kyoto maybe, when the money would finally be enough—
“I don’t like dango. Now go away and stop bothering me.”
Linali said that she was tired of the qi bao, and was that is it true that Japanese could wear twelve layers of clothing?
He saw the empress only once, and he was on his father’s shoulder, standing in the moving crowd as the elaborate cart drawn by oxen moved at a crawl through the street. The bamboo blinds were there but his young eyes knew what they saw, something like a shadowed small mountain inside. Then his father told him about the empress’ junihitoe, the twelve layered robe, and how each layer was chosen meticulously. How the empress’ hair was done up with kanzashi of gold, puffing up in that distinct way the way his mother's also did—
“Do I look like someone who wears twelve layers of clothing? Bother someone else and leave me alone.”
Tact.
Unbelievable how people could be so tactless, conveniently forgetting how he came from a land of lies, a land where your neighbor and your best friend turned out to be hungry monsters after all, running on indefinite time of the unpredictable murderous urge. And how your best friend could suddenly go for you, morphing out of his skin and his clothes and his smile into this monster, this Akuma, and run for you, to kill your family and send you fleeing, fleeing, through the sun, moon, rain and shine, until you collapse by the coast because you couldn’t move any further…
How unbelievably tactless bastards they were.
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524 words
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You have a very vivid writing style, I must say.
Great job. ^^
Corrected for spelling fail. Gah. DX
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I love this long drabble!! *heartshearts*
And of course it's very vivid and a fresh angle and Kanda's possible past shines so much here!!
*twirls* I love this character to death, and I love your writing equally!
Forgot to say before: his "do I look like someone who wears 12 layers of clothes?" is also made of win. This provokes so many bitter smiles for me. Love the combination, really.
I have to congratulate you, too, for writing drabbles so well. I still cannot write short things, as you can see XD
Would love to read about this topic some more!!
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And it's so like Allen to ask about the food =P
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Re: Corrected for spelling fail. Gah. DX
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So many ideas! <33!
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