[fanfic] MK: Rubik's Cube

[ickaimp]

Sometimes Hakuba wondered if Kuroba-watching should be a card carrying spectator sport. Like football, only minus the nudity, body paint and the screaming that the Americans applied to what they called their strange version of the hands-free game.

He watched the magician as a matter of course. Kuroba was the Kid. He just still did not have any proof for it. Therefore, he watched Kuroba to slip up to supply proof that he was the Kid.

Other classmates watched him as well. Not obtrusively, just subtly, but Kuroba's existence hovered in many's awareness. Aoko watched him because he was her seat mate, his self-appointed guardian and best friend.

Koizumi watched him... for her own reasons that he was inclined not to inquire too deeply about.

The rest of the classmates watched him out of a sense of self preservation and for entertainment's sake. The later of which Kuroba supplied quite cheerfully.

Take right now for instance. Kuroba, out of all the things to suddenly 'pull out of thin air' had made a Rubik’s cube appear.

Which he then proceeded to twist, turn, spin and manipulate until he solved it, all six sides of the cube showing solid colours instead of the usual mismatched riot of coloured squares.

All of which took the magician's agile hands about twenty seconds.

Kuroba, as if to prove that it wasn't a fluke, then proceeded to pull a second Rubik’s cube out of no where and do it again.

And a third, fourth, fifth and sixth cube out of mid-air until he had them lined up in a neat little row on his desk.

The magician paused then, examining the cubes and lining them up just so, making certain that a different colour was displayed along the top part. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue and White.

Apparently pleased with the cubes, Kuroba picked up the first two and began to toss them into the air in a small circle. A third one quickly joined the two flying cubes, then the fourth, fifth and finally the last one so that all six cubes were flying in circles in the air.

Faster and faster the cubes flew until they were nothing more than a technicolour blur.

Then as suddenly as he had started, Kuroba stopped, quickly catching the cubes and setting them down on his desk.

Only where there had been six cubes with six different coloured sides, now there were six solidly coloured cubes.

One completely red cube, one orange, one yellow, one green, one blue and one white cube.

Kuroba examined the cubes with a smug satisfied grin on his face, picking each one up by turn and examining it before setting it back on his desk.

"Cute." Hakuba commented softly, leaning forward so that the magician could hear him. "But how are you going to change them -back-?"

-fin-

Thanks to Po’e for letting me type this up in the chat window.

The plunnie for this is due to watching a high school student on the bus do exactly what was just described, minus the juggling.
He had a Rubik’s cube that he'd solve, pause about a half second, then proceed to re-arrange it and solve it again. Took him about a minute to run the full gambit.
Entertained about half the bus in the process. ^___^

Comments

[kasuchi]

I did try that, actually. Someone called the cops; they thought I was writing down hits. O_o I think it's because I'm Indian, and it was right after 9/11. Still, I'm a bit off-put by taking a notebook out in public.

I saw you do the comment-poll thingy, but the tags weren't working. Did you save the source of the page they sent you to? I didn't so that at first, and the code was funky.

Invisibility...yeah, it's a mixed blessing. I haven't been sat on, but I've been ignored during conversations. In fact, they were talking about me...in front of me. Which annoys me to no end. But, uh, yeah. ^__^;;

[jeva-chan.livejournal.com]

Meh. That's a stupid reason to call the cops on you. You have my sympathy.

Honestly, people always act surprised at how much I've written. I had an original story of mine which is like 90+ pages and they always stare at me like I was either crazy or a genius...O.o' Kind of weird.

I've never got sat on, either. O.o' Being around 5'9" helps with that, I think ^.^"

[kasuchi]

I'm 5'7". Finding a date was hard for a few years. ^_^;;

I know! I filled two notebooks with stories and people are like, "OMGWTFz0rs?!" O_o

And yes, it is a stupid reason. Prejudice = stupid.

[mariechar.livejournal.com]

I'm 5 foot, period, which could explain people sitting on me. I generally stare at people through sunglasses or in reflections on windows or mirrors.

[jeva-chan.livejournal.com]

Meh. Still don't have date myself. T.T 17 years old! T.T!

...men are idiots. -.-' No offense to the smart ones out there.

Eh...>.>; I've counted the number of pages I've written...<.< 'Tis now currently well over 2,000 pages altogether...*sweatdrops*

[kasuchi]

I gave up on them for that very reason. XD

*petpet*