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.

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Birthday Gifts

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I don't really know if this counts as someone you wouldn't expect but....



“Sakura-san.”

“Lee-san.” Sakura looked about as cheerful as a person could. In just a fluffy pink towel. On a cool November day. And in no position to rectify the situation at all as she seemed to quite handily at the mercy of the mass of squirrels. A column of which were tottering in front of Lee’s door. They’d knocked. “Hi.”

“Sakura-san.” Lee said again, and looked amazed. “What is…” The squirrels gave an excited, collective jump. Sakura yelped.

“I was hoping you’d tell me,” she said, holding the ends of the towel tighter and plotting the little creatures’ bloody deaths. “You know, Lee-san, if you wanted me to stop by…”

Lee rubbed his eyes. And stared. And then realized that Sakura wasn’t wearing very much at /all/ and looked away. “I would have come to see you! Sakura-san, I would never! Especially not--Were you taking a shower?”

“Yes.” That much was obvious, she thought.

“/Especially/ not…” He pursed his lips, rallied himself, and gave the squirrels a very stern look indeed. “What is the meaning of this?”

The enthusiasm of the rustling, quailing masses nearly dropped the kunoichi, right there. “Squeak!” the squirrels said.

“So it is.” Lee’s expression grew grim.

“Squeaksqueak!”

Lee shook his head. “That’s still no excuse! Put her down, right this instant.”

Sakura, who was getting sick of being jostled around, breathed out a relieved sigh. “That’s better, Lee-sa—AH!” And that was when they tossed her. Lee caught her without a problem, but Sakura was none too amused, especially--once she’d caught her breath and made sure the towel hadn’t blown away—when she noticed they’d started clapping. And doing backflips.

“That isn’t what I meant,” Lee said, crossly. “I am very angry with you.”

The squirrels froze.

“I mean it.”

“Squeak…” the squirrels protested, and Sakura had never seen so many dewy eyes.

Lee’s resolve faltered, but only for a moment. “I….” He stuck out his chin. “We’ll talk about this later!” He turned, Sakura and all, and marched back into his apartment.

Sakura opened her mouth. “Lee-san--”

“I swear to you, I had no idea--”

“Lee-san.”

“--They usually don’t /do/ things like that.”

“/Lee./”

“Is there anything I can—Um yes?”

Sakura had a hand around his upper arm to keep her balance; she looked up, slowly, and tiredly, and thought hell, at least Lee had a nice chest—and wow, did her mind do weird things with cold, and lack of sleep, and abduction-by-forest-animals. It was just one of those mornings.


“…I’d…Kind of like some clothes?”

Later she would remember to wish him happy birthday.

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Well I can't say that I'm surprised... but squirrelfic makes EVERYTHING better. Thank'ee!

(I figure this is what I deserve for using the Puuchu icon...)