[drabble] MK: GTO / Yukiko Challenge
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ickaimpDare for someone to write...
A Yukiko fic based off the poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:
There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
And when she was good
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
Voices just aren't interested enough in her to write a fic, but the poem goes through our mind every time we see her. ^^;;
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"Did you see?"
"Yes!"
"Blond hair?"
"Why is he dressed like the Kid?"
“I dunno!”
Several eyes looked at the class trickster in suspicion.
Kaito raised his hands, signalling his innocence.
No one believed him.
"He's coming this way!"
"What?!"
There was a general scramble as the bell rang and everyone moved for their seats.
The door slid open and the blond haired man in a suit like the Kid’s stepped in. He glanced around, then casually walked over to the board and wrote something on it.
"Morning, students." He smirked. "My name is Onizuka, your substitute teacher for today."
-fin-
Onizuka is from his own series, GTO, or Great Teacher Onizuka. He's an ex-gangster who wants to become the best ever, mainly to score chicks. ^^;;
I've only seen the first couple of anime episodes, but the first time you see him, he's dressed just like the Kid. White Suit, White Loafers, Blue Shirt, Red Tie. Confused the heck outta me.
Between re-building part of Larva's frame, turning him into a RingWrath and getting the house ready for everyone coming over for Halloween (does this count as a Sam Hain party?), it's doubtful we'll be on-line tonight.
However, we found a Takagi and Sato Shinigami Side Stories fic in our DC fic folder, along with a -bunch- of other finished or mostly finished stuff.
So Ysabet especially, if you catch me tonight, please remind me to post it here? ^^;; *hopeful*
And I still don't know exactly what we're gonna dress up as for Halloween... >_< Too much we can dress up as.
A Yukiko fic based off the poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:
There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
And when she was good
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
Voices just aren't interested enough in her to write a fic, but the poem goes through our mind every time we see her. ^^;;
+++
"Did you see?"
"Yes!"
"Blond hair?"
"Why is he dressed like the Kid?"
“I dunno!”
Several eyes looked at the class trickster in suspicion.
Kaito raised his hands, signalling his innocence.
No one believed him.
"He's coming this way!"
"What?!"
There was a general scramble as the bell rang and everyone moved for their seats.
The door slid open and the blond haired man in a suit like the Kid’s stepped in. He glanced around, then casually walked over to the board and wrote something on it.
"Morning, students." He smirked. "My name is Onizuka, your substitute teacher for today."
-fin-
Onizuka is from his own series, GTO, or Great Teacher Onizuka. He's an ex-gangster who wants to become the best ever, mainly to score chicks. ^^;;
I've only seen the first couple of anime episodes, but the first time you see him, he's dressed just like the Kid. White Suit, White Loafers, Blue Shirt, Red Tie. Confused the heck outta me.
Between re-building part of Larva's frame, turning him into a RingWrath and getting the house ready for everyone coming over for Halloween (does this count as a Sam Hain party?), it's doubtful we'll be on-line tonight.
However, we found a Takagi and Sato Shinigami Side Stories fic in our DC fic folder, along with a -bunch- of other finished or mostly finished stuff.
So Ysabet especially, if you catch me tonight, please remind me to post it here? ^^;; *hopeful*
And I still don't know exactly what we're gonna dress up as for Halloween... >_< Too much we can dress up as.
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Date: 2003-10-29 05:56 pm (UTC)Yukiko Fic: "What Goes Up....."
Date: 2003-10-29 07:44 pm (UTC)What Goes Up…
By Ysabet
“So….. let me get this straight.” Kudo Shinichi pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers; his mother was giving him a headache again. “Dad’s asleep in the hotel room, it’s nearly midnight, we’ve been tearing through New York all day long without a stop and we’re exhausted…. but you wanted to come up here one last time, and—you bought us all ice-cream sundaes?”
Kudo Yukiko beamed at her son, blonde hair streaming around her shoulders in the strong breeze that always swept the Observation Deck of the Empire State Building. “Of course; it’s the last day of our vacation before we return to Japan—and what’s a wonderful day without dessert to top it off with?” Her son rolled his eyes but accepted the plastic container and spoon that she brought out of her oversized handbag.
Behind him, Ran was already happily digging into a Raspberry Parfait. “Mmmmm…. Thank you, Yukiko-san!” Shinichi’s mother dimpled in return; she loved being appreciated.
A second spoon dipped into the side of Shinichi’s Banana Split, and he looked up indignantly just in time to see the large bite that had been stolen disappearing into his mother’s mouth. “Oi, what’s the big idea? Where’s *your* sundae?”
She licked at a bit of whipped cream that she had missed and made a face. “Oh, the idiots at the shop got my order wrong and put nuts on top of everything—and you know I’m allergic to nuts. I noticed just a minute ago when I opened the container; thank heavens I didn’t take a bite without looking! So I tossed it.”
Shinichi eyed her dubiously. “We’re not even supposed to be eating up here, you know; that’s why there’s no trashcans.” She shrugged her usual Yukiko-Doesn’t-Care shrug. “And that’s why you snuck them up here in your handbag, isn’t it?” She shrugged again and Ran giggled. Shinichi took a bite himself. “Mmm…. So… just where *did* you toss it at?”
His mother blinked at him innocently and stole another helping. “I, um… found a place.”
Her son swallowed—and then froze; Ran looked slightly baffled but continued eating. As the Detective of the East’s thoughts began the short treck towards an inevitable conclusion, Yukiko started to look the least bit guilty. Her gaze strayed towards the railing…..
Shinichi dropped his spoon; Ran choked on a bite. “AAACK!!”
And from far, far below the came an infinitesimal **splat!** and a tiny, anguished cry—
Two horrified gazes swiveled to Yukiko, who looked slightly chagrined. “Ooops….. I, errr, well, I hope they like nuts…..”
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**snerk** There you go, Icka!-- Ysabet
Re: Yukiko Fic: "What Goes Up....."
Date: 2003-10-29 08:19 pm (UTC)You are a horrid, Ysabet, a horrid.
But we love you anyway ;)
-Loqi
Re: Yukiko Fic: "What Goes Up....."
Date: 2003-10-29 09:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-29 10:40 pm (UTC)~Sharo
Re: Yukiko Fic: "What Goes Up....."
Date: 2003-10-30 02:06 pm (UTC)And I love you for it!
*mindless gushing*
((GLOMPS!)) Thank you, Ysabet! XD