Ho ho ho.

[moonsheen]

Me thinks (because finals are coming up, because I am a masochist, and because it is that time of year) I'll be climbing aboard that holiday drabble meme. You know the drill. Gimme a concept/characters/pairings/whatnot and I'll see what I can do. Series are (in no particular order and prolly missing a few) Naruto, X, Yami no Matsuei, Puchi Puri Yuushi (for the obscure), Shamanic Princess (for the more obscure?), Saint Seiya, and, ah, hell. Toss in Fruits Basket. I'll give that a shot. Will try to get these done in a timely manner this time around, too.

Well. Here goes.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

another random person... found your stuff on fanfic.net, really liked them...yeah, im not good with complements...but uh, i liked them a lot! ^^;

wondering if you could do any shikaino, or shikachouji or inochoji if you prefer. anything with team 10?

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

When Chouji got out of the hospital, he tried to look to the bright side of things. Being skinny kind of sucked, no doubt about it, but he wasn’t going to let it get him down. Sure none of his clothes fit right, but he could manage that, even if he really would’ve liked a shirt that didn’t try to slip over his shoulders, because things felt a lot /chillier/ when you were skinny and he didn’t know how Shikamaru could stand it but what the hell he’d cope. It was fact that he couldn’t do any of his normal jutsu that really got to him. No body mass, no Meat Tank, and Chouji had to train, soon as he could—he couldn’t get rusty, couldn’t let his team down--so he knew right off the bat it would be slow going getting any of that back. It made him feel kind of useless, but at least Ino said hey, Chouji, you don’t look half bad like that—

--Just get better soon.

Shikamaru thought it looked weird. He told him as much in the hospital, with a poke on the cheek and a scowl. Get better soon, Chouji. Look /healthy/ again. And he said it with an annoyed expression, which meant damnit Chouji, you want to worry me to death? So Chouji promised him he would. He just didn’t know how long it would take. Still, it kind of felt good to know that Shikamaru liked him looking like himself. Which meant looking like an Akimichi. Which meant eating a friggin’ /lot/ to try and make up for what he’d lost. Which meant more of chips. Which Chouji really had some work to do.