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Writing Prompts Catch All
Every week (Or two weeks) Three prompts will be given to write a drabble based off of any character from K. Feels, hilarity, action, drama, more feels will ensue
no subject
old drabble things
Week 1
1301. Black and White
1532. Never leave me again
Never leave me again
Never leave me again
Week 2
1380. Finally together
1427. Once again
bad balance but idc--posting because I already....wrote a thing ahahahahahaaaaa and so needed the top level comment thing yes
He couldn't even begin to understand what he'd done to deserve this
I GUESS THIS IS once again BUT UH
1259. He couldn't even begin to understand what he'd done to deserve this
Once Again (This is very bad and such guilty pleasure)
HAVE A THING. HAPPY (LATE) BIRTHDAY IZUMO
(Though, some of them aren’t orphans, so he’s still not alone in taking care of them. It feels like it though, since a little over a year ago there were three of them taking care of them—though Totsuka was more help than Mikoto and he can’t believe he just thought that.)
But back then was back then. He wonders what Anna would say if he asked her about her family now. Out of all of Homra, all of her new family, who has what role? Does he even want to know now?
It would’ve been different, he thinks, if he’d asked before the events of a year ago. Asking now, after her two most important people (two of her most important people, but he doesn’t feel like he should belong in the same category as them) died a little over a year ago.
Sometimes, when it’s late and all the others have gone home or gone to sleep and he no longer has any need to help Anna control her new flames, he misses them. He misses his two best friends; the fool who smiled almost constantly but was almost always right about his feelings when it came to what sort of person someone was and the boy he’d taken the hand of after he destroyed a building and a sword appeared above his head.
[I’m not sure where this drabble went but have a ???? thing that probably isn’t finished but hey it’s a thing. And not really really really ?????? so that’s a success??????? I wanna write but I don’t wanna write and ~family~ prompts got me this /squints]
Week 3 - months and months later...
422. If Only
509. Wedding Cake
716. On the Side of the Road
1307. Defiant
1619. Illusion
Dance! small alterations from what I turned in for school
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The Wineglasses
At the end of the day, or when he has nothing to do, he’s usually stand behind the bar counter, polishing the many wineglasses, whether they need it or not. It’d started long before his best friends died, but it’s more frequent now.
The Sunglasses
Years earlier he began wearing them, but there wasn’t a prescription on them. Maybe he just wore them to make it a little harder to see his eyes. He never wanted to let anyone see the sadness there, wanting to help them through their own sadness instead.
The Knight
When his friend asked him years ago what chess piece he thought he was, he’d answered “the knight”. He thought he’d always be there to protect the other two and their little family of misfits. He never thought maybe his protection wouldn’t be enough.
The Fish
When his friend had brought back fish tanks and fish, he’d refused to let him set them up in the bar. That had lasted for all of a few days before he had let him set up the fish tanks, grumbling that he’d end up feeding them instead of the friend who’d bought them.
The Lighter
Just before he got into high school, his uncle gave him a lighter. He kept it, flicking the top occasionally when he thought about things. It wasn’t terribly surprising when he started smoking before high school ended. It might’ve been remembrance for that same uncle.
The Ascot
When he no longer needed to wear a tie as part of a uniform, he started wearing an ascot all the time. They were varied, but he never left home without something tied around his neck, tight or loose.
Fantasies
Sometimes he mentioned wanting to see them again. His best friends were taken from the world, from him, within two weeks of each other. It’s been a year, but sometimes he thought he could still hear their voices, talking with each other and calling him over to them. He thought he’d like seeing them again, but he wouldn’t leave the others left behind and didn’t want to join them where they were. He wished for a world where they were still alive, still laughing, still next to him. He wondered if they were still here as ghosts, watching him and the others as they grieve and continue to live. He smiled sadly and continued on his way. No point fantasizing when he still had to live.
WE NEED TO DO THIS IN A MORE SCHEDULED MANNER DAMNIT
1499 - Trauma
1543 - Grim
I still like writing in second apparently - warmth/warm
Trauma - I DONT EVEN KNOW IM SO SORRY
Grim - like 5 months later
Random Drabble
“Is it that hard to believe, Yata-san?” Kamamoto asked. “I mean, he had been here a few days already. It makes sense.”
“That’s not the problem!” Yata shouted. “The little bastard tried to kill Mikoto-san!”
“And Totsuka-san!” Bandou added, also a bit angry. “And he almost did if Fujishima didn’t show up! What would’ve happened if he actually stabbed him?”
Kusanagi sighed as the others began to protest about their newest member. Luckily, Eric was led outside with Fujishima to keep him busy as the bartender explained everything that had happened to the others. They had been unaware of what transpired just yesterday and when they arrived with Eric, now with the mark of Homra on his shoulder, it was time to tell the whole story.
He supposed after hearing this kid was part of a gang and did try to kill two of their members, they would be a little angry.
“I mean, it’s fine, right?” Shouhei said, trying to calm the tension. “Kusanagi-san said it was because of that gang, Hikawa, right?”
“I suppose if Mikoto-san gave him the test and he passed…” Chitose trailed off, not liking the idea either but accepting it a lot better than a few others. “A lot of us joined under weird circumstances.”
“Kusanagi-san,” Dewa spoke up, beside Chitose. “If he wanted to not only kill Totsuka-san but also Mikoto-san, why keep him around? He’s obviously dangerous. It could be another trap”
“Because those were orders to him, Dewa. And the people who gave those orders aren’t around anymore. He’s as harmless as a pup now.” The bartender’s hand twitched as he said the word ‘pup’. It felt wrong to use those kinds of words on the kid, he’ll have to make sure the others don’t use them either anymore for him.
“Moving on,” Kusanagi took an empty glass and began to clean it. “We need a place for him to stay. Last night he was with me, but I can’t be the one supervising him all the time, I won’t be home enough. Yata-chan, you’ve got an extra spot in your place, can he stay with you?”
“What?!” Yata almost jumped out of his seat. “I…come on, Kusanagi-san, I’m not really home much either, I’m too busy and he’ll just slow me down.” He froze a bit as he saw Kusanagi give him a disappointed look. “Wha…what about the bar?” Yata suggested.
Kusanagi shook his head. “It’s cramped in here enough with Mikoto and Anna, she took up the last livable room.”
“Can’t he stay with Totsuka-san? He’s got a nice place and he isn’t there half the time.” Bandou half shouted, his arms crossed.
“Exactly.” Kusanagi stated. “Leaving Eric alone might not be the best at the moment. And I thought you were so concerned about Totstuka’s wellbeing before, Bandou. Unless you’re volunteering your own apartment.”
“Y-yeah, right!” Bandou deflated a little. Eric had tried to kill Totsuka, leaving them alone together like that was the last thing Bandou had wanted. “And, I mean I would but, I’m in between jobs again and there’s so little space and food in my place, we’d be standing on top of each other…”
Kusanagi turned to the others. “Chitose? Would he be able to stay with you?”
“Ah, well…” Chitose brought his hand up to rub his hair. “I mean, I don’t mind, but my grandparents are in a bad spot with the store you? An extra mouth to feed…”
Kusanagi sighed. “Dewa?”
“No.”
Chitose chuckled. “Not even a reason?”
Dewa scoffed. “Why would I need one? And what about Fujishima? He’s the one that picked up that strange kid in the first place.”
“His parents barely tolerate him bringing animals in their house, another human is out of the question.” Kusanagi explained, exasperated. Mikoto really should have thought of things ahead of time, where would they place this kid that hasn’t had a home in years?
“He can stay with me, Kusanagi-san.”
Kusanagi turned to Shouhei, who had his hand up as if answering a question for a teacher. “Would that be alright with you Shouhei?
The other nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got an extra futon he can stay on. It might be a bit cozy, but I don’t mind the company.”
The bartender smiled thankfully at Shouhei. One problem solved. If only he knew that was the easiest problem to solve involving their newest member.
~
“So Shouhei, what’s it like? Having Eric stay over?” Bandou asked.
“Hmm, it’s not so bad.” Shouhei answered, thinking thoughtfully. “He’s really quiet, and doesn’t do a lot. The other day I went out and got him a nightlight.”
“A…a nightlight?” Chitose repeated, his eyebrows raised at the sudden comment.
Shouhei nodded. “Yeah, I don’t think he likes the dark that much. He always opens the curtains or curled up in some space near a light.”
“Does he move the futon around then?”
He shakes his head this time. “I don’t think he sleeps so well either. Anytime I wake up in the middle of the night, he’s always out of his bed, curled up somewhere else. And if I see him sleeping, he doesn’t use the futon like a futon.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ah, well…he sleeps on top of everything, blankets and all. I told him he could go under the covers but I don’t think he wants to. Doesn’t even use the pillow just sort of, curls up in it you know?” He shrugged. “Maybe he’s just warm.”
“Maybe he’s waiting for the perfect moment to slice your throat.” Chitose kidded, earning an elbow to his stomach by Bandou. “Just a joke okay? A joke.”
“Does he do anything? At the bar, he just follows Fujishima around or sits on the couch.” Bandou asked.
Shouhei shrugged. “He basically does the same thing. Just, sort of sits there. I don’t mind, and if I ask him to help with something he’ll help. Well, try to help, he doesn’t seem to know a lot.”
Chitose tilted his head, before shrugging. “What a weird kid.”
~
“Yata-chan, go wake up Eric, will you? Then we can all eat together.” Kusanagi ordered, setting up the plates for the dinner. Everyone else had gathered around the bar counter, eagerly awaiting the meal. The only one missing was the one not even aware it was dinner, dozing soundly on the couch.
Yata scoffed, but did as he was told, walking over to the sleeping tiny form that was Eric on the couch. Shouhei had mentioned that he didn’t seem to sleep through the night, he certainly slept a lot at the bar. Someone had even given him Totsuka’s blanket.
“Wake up, it’s supper time.” Yata stated, his arms crossed. He growled light in irritation as there was no response. He decided to place a hand on the other, shaking him slightly. “Hey come on, I said ge—“
Blue eyes popped open, staring wide at him. He wasn’t expecting the blond to jerk away from him, or for him to yelp as if he was in pain. Unfortunately, the fumbling that Eric had done, slid himself off of the couch and onto the floor, curled up in a ball.
“I’m sorry!” Eric cried out, holding his head in his hands.
Yata paused, now more confused than ever. “Huh?” He turned to look at the others at the bar, everyone silent and in shock by the sudden reaction. He looked back to the younger one. “Look, all I said was there food. You don’t need to—“
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll be good! I’ll be a good dog.” Eric’s trembling increased as he tried to flinch away from the approaching skater.
“What are you talking about?“ Yata’s shout was cut short as he saw Fujishima suddenly appear beside Eric, taking him in his arms in a loose, awkward hug. The other whined and shook in place, not seeming to know where he was.
“Walk away slowly, and make as little noise as possible.” Fujishima whispered, his eyes on Yata before bringing his attention back to Eric.
Yata could only nod, and head over to the bar, as quietly as he could. He joined the other confused and shocked members, all their eyes on the two on the floor.
“What the hell did you do, Yata?” Chitose hissed out as quietly as he could.
“How should I know? I just tried to wake him up!” Yata defended quietly.
“He’s not here.”
“Anna?” Kamamoto asked, turning to the one girl. Everyone else followed.
She looked up at him. “He’s not here, in his mind. He’s somewhere else, where there’s a lot of pain.”
The others blinked, confused at the statement, before they all looked back to Fujishima, who seemed to finally have calmed down Eric enough to stop crying.
“He does this sometimes at my place too.” Shouhei added quietly. “It takes a while but he’ll be fine again soon.”
“You serious?” Bandou asked.
Shouhei nodded. “He’s had it pretty rough, anything I can do to help make things easier, it’s the least I can do, you know?” He slide off of his bar stool and grabbed a glass of water. “Kusanagi-san even said, he used to be a dog in a gang, for who knows how long. I can’t even imagine living that way. So, the more we help him, the better.”
With that, Shouhei walked over to the two, kneeling down a little ways away from them and reached out to give Fujishima the glass of water. The red head smiled, accepting it, before showing it to Eric to take.
Kusanagi’s face was sad and concerned, but, there was smile there all the same, glad that Shouhei was helping. “I suppose now, you finally understand a little more what I said last time.” They nodded. “He’s been through a lot. And we won’t know everything, how to help him, how something might hurt him, but, be patient. We’re going to learn a lot from him as he is from us.”