Post by Rockinmuffin on Jun 11, 2007 18:39:18 GMT -5
And now, I believe this is the first ever Unknown Member x You story/drabble ever.
This one might be a little weird because, honestly, it’s my belief (and hope) that the unknown member is a female. That means I portrayed the character as a female. So, if you’re a girl, how can you enjoy this story?
Well, you have three options. One, you can pretend that the character “you” is a boy, two, you can pretend this is just a friendship story, or, three, you can take this as it was meant to be; a shoujo ai story. Personally, I suggest the third choice since it would make the most sense and was my original intention.
I had a lot of fun writing this drabble. It’s my first time experimenting with shoujo ai and I thought it came out kind of cute, even if it is a weird story that no one else will probably like. Lol.
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The blue-haired member of Akatsuki growled loudly when she found yet another flower outside the entrance to her room. She picked it up and promptly threw it into the nearest rubbish bin.
It had been cute when it first started. She had actually felt giddy at the thought of having a secret admirer when she had found the first flower lying on top of her pillow. She would find flowers on her dresser, on her nightstand, in her shoes, in her bathtub; sometimes she’d even find a new flower placed in her blue locks of hair when she woke up in the morning.
When she found a small bouquet of flowers in her underwear drawer, however, it had been the last straw.
She would find the person leaving her flowers if it was the last thing she did, which very well just might be the case. After all, the only people she could imagine leaving her flowers would be Zetsu, who would sooner eat her than kiss her, and Tobi, whose mere presence could drive even the liveliest of people to suicide.
Taking in a deep breath, she opened her door to set off to find her secret admirer, surprised when she saw you standing outside her door.
“Hi Blue-chan” you greeted, using the nickname you came up with for her since she wouldn’t tell anyone her real name. “What are you doing?” you asked, your head tilted cutely to the side.
She remained silent, giving you an irritated look. She really wasn’t in the mood to deal with you at the moment. She wanted to find out who was planting flowers in her room and put a stop to it once and for all. It was starting to become a nuisance and, honestly, she didn’t like the thought of some guy breaking into her room whenever he pleased.
She slowly shook her head, pulling herself out of her thoughts as she turned back to you. She prepared herself to push you out of the way if you didn’t take the hint but stopped when she noticed you were holding something behind your back. She tilted her head to the side, trying to peek at what was hidden behind your back. Her eyes widened significantly in surprise when she what you had been hiding from her.
In your hands was a single, white flower, identical to the one that she wore in her hair and the countless others she had found hidden around her room.
To say that she was shocked would be an understatement.
“Where did you get that?” she asked, the first thing that she had ever said to you as she pointed a perfectly manicured and polished finger towards the flower behind your back. You had no time to marvel over the softness of her voice as she impatiently waited for you to respond.
You flushed brightly, but pulled the flower out from behind your back and held it in front of you nonetheless. There was no sense in hiding it now that she had already seen it. “This is for you” you told her, your blush darkening as you held the flower out to her, waiting for her to accept it from you. She didn’t.
Instead, she stared straight at you with hardened eyes. “You didn’t answer my question” she reminded you, tapping her foot against the carpeted floor expectantly as she waited for your response. You said nothing so she repeated her question; “Where did you get that flower?”
Truly, she wanted to know. The fact that you had the flower meant that you knew who her secret admirer was. Her admirer had probably sent you to deliver the flower, still too nervous to give it to her himself. Now you could tell her who the culprit was and she could have a talk with him and convince him to quit breaking into her room and leaving flowers. Though, if her admirer ended up being, say, Itachi, she probably wouldn’t mind as much and would learn to tolerate the flowers.
A girl could dream, couldn’t she?
“The flower… It came from my garden.”
She blinked. “…What?”
You blushed an even darker shade of red, keeping your eyes on your own shuffling feet as you continued to speak. “You see, I’ve been growing a lot of these flowers recently and I know you like flowers, so I thought you might like them” you explained quickly. You waited for her to say something, anything, but it never came. Keeping your eyes downcast, you turned away. “I’m sorry for bothering you” you apologized softly, preparing to leave.
You were stopped by a soft but strong hand on your forearm pulling you back and you felt as the flower in your hand was carefully pulled out of your grasp. You stared on with widened eyes as she spoke. “Thank you. I… really like it.” She smiled very lightly and replaced the flower in her hair with the one you gave her.
As she saw you smiling brightly, she couldn’t bring herself to mind that the flowers weren’t from one of the other members.
She preferred flowers over boys anyway.
This one might be a little weird because, honestly, it’s my belief (and hope) that the unknown member is a female. That means I portrayed the character as a female. So, if you’re a girl, how can you enjoy this story?
Well, you have three options. One, you can pretend that the character “you” is a boy, two, you can pretend this is just a friendship story, or, three, you can take this as it was meant to be; a shoujo ai story. Personally, I suggest the third choice since it would make the most sense and was my original intention.
I had a lot of fun writing this drabble. It’s my first time experimenting with shoujo ai and I thought it came out kind of cute, even if it is a weird story that no one else will probably like. Lol.
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The blue-haired member of Akatsuki growled loudly when she found yet another flower outside the entrance to her room. She picked it up and promptly threw it into the nearest rubbish bin.
It had been cute when it first started. She had actually felt giddy at the thought of having a secret admirer when she had found the first flower lying on top of her pillow. She would find flowers on her dresser, on her nightstand, in her shoes, in her bathtub; sometimes she’d even find a new flower placed in her blue locks of hair when she woke up in the morning.
When she found a small bouquet of flowers in her underwear drawer, however, it had been the last straw.
She would find the person leaving her flowers if it was the last thing she did, which very well just might be the case. After all, the only people she could imagine leaving her flowers would be Zetsu, who would sooner eat her than kiss her, and Tobi, whose mere presence could drive even the liveliest of people to suicide.
Taking in a deep breath, she opened her door to set off to find her secret admirer, surprised when she saw you standing outside her door.
“Hi Blue-chan” you greeted, using the nickname you came up with for her since she wouldn’t tell anyone her real name. “What are you doing?” you asked, your head tilted cutely to the side.
She remained silent, giving you an irritated look. She really wasn’t in the mood to deal with you at the moment. She wanted to find out who was planting flowers in her room and put a stop to it once and for all. It was starting to become a nuisance and, honestly, she didn’t like the thought of some guy breaking into her room whenever he pleased.
She slowly shook her head, pulling herself out of her thoughts as she turned back to you. She prepared herself to push you out of the way if you didn’t take the hint but stopped when she noticed you were holding something behind your back. She tilted her head to the side, trying to peek at what was hidden behind your back. Her eyes widened significantly in surprise when she what you had been hiding from her.
In your hands was a single, white flower, identical to the one that she wore in her hair and the countless others she had found hidden around her room.
To say that she was shocked would be an understatement.
“Where did you get that?” she asked, the first thing that she had ever said to you as she pointed a perfectly manicured and polished finger towards the flower behind your back. You had no time to marvel over the softness of her voice as she impatiently waited for you to respond.
You flushed brightly, but pulled the flower out from behind your back and held it in front of you nonetheless. There was no sense in hiding it now that she had already seen it. “This is for you” you told her, your blush darkening as you held the flower out to her, waiting for her to accept it from you. She didn’t.
Instead, she stared straight at you with hardened eyes. “You didn’t answer my question” she reminded you, tapping her foot against the carpeted floor expectantly as she waited for your response. You said nothing so she repeated her question; “Where did you get that flower?”
Truly, she wanted to know. The fact that you had the flower meant that you knew who her secret admirer was. Her admirer had probably sent you to deliver the flower, still too nervous to give it to her himself. Now you could tell her who the culprit was and she could have a talk with him and convince him to quit breaking into her room and leaving flowers. Though, if her admirer ended up being, say, Itachi, she probably wouldn’t mind as much and would learn to tolerate the flowers.
A girl could dream, couldn’t she?
“The flower… It came from my garden.”
She blinked. “…What?”
You blushed an even darker shade of red, keeping your eyes on your own shuffling feet as you continued to speak. “You see, I’ve been growing a lot of these flowers recently and I know you like flowers, so I thought you might like them” you explained quickly. You waited for her to say something, anything, but it never came. Keeping your eyes downcast, you turned away. “I’m sorry for bothering you” you apologized softly, preparing to leave.
You were stopped by a soft but strong hand on your forearm pulling you back and you felt as the flower in your hand was carefully pulled out of your grasp. You stared on with widened eyes as she spoke. “Thank you. I… really like it.” She smiled very lightly and replaced the flower in her hair with the one you gave her.
As she saw you smiling brightly, she couldn’t bring herself to mind that the flowers weren’t from one of the other members.
She preferred flowers over boys anyway.
Ever notice how the word "therapist" is just "the" and "rapist" put together? Think about it. 