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moonsheenShiba. Shiba. Shiba. Originally written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quiet_melee's doodle meme but it turned out a little too long.
"Hooooo now?" The Shiba clanhead rolled her hips in a mockery of quaking, quivering fear. She raised her chin, the winged tattoo across her throat a shocking slash of dark in the pale austerity of the meeting room. "The Kuchiki are begging for the what now? You're going to have to repeat yourself! I think I missed that!"
Her host crossed his hands and glared at her through pale, furious eyes: "We beg for nothing, Lady Shiba. And we shall consider this conversation over if you would prefer to take us lightly..."
"Hm? Who's taking who lightly now?" ...the word 'lightly' was accompanied by the woman swinging herself onto the table. Standing upon it she was suddenly eyelevel with the Lord. "I don't think you could get an inch off the ground, you stuffy old--"
"You have sponsored many of recent promising candidates for the Demon Arts Brigade--"
"Yeah, yeah."
A slow twitch. "Many of them have been from...venues other than what have previously been considered--"
"Yeah, Yeeeah." The clanhead crooked her head to one side. "...Ahaa. You want to talk about that."
"We made that abundantly clear."
"We should take a walk if we are so damn interested." She flipped off the table, fixing her top on the landing. The Kuchiki clanhead looked nearly uncomfortable a moment, having been perfectly content with the authoritative importance his stoniness in this matter had afforded.
...he followed in an annoyed rumpling of his sleeves.
"Kaien!" crowed the woman. "You stay here, ya runt!"
"Got it Ma," said the boy grinning from the door, wiggling his big fat toes; which were sticking out of his sandals.
"Don't make me drown you. That's 'honored mother', here!"
"Byakuya," said the Kuchiki clanhead.
"...honored father." The boy behind him bowed his head.
"Like that?" asked the Shiba child, curiously.
His mother gave him a sharp kick as she swept out of the room.
In the silence afforded by the sudden absence of family figures, the first rubbed his side and glanced up at the second with eyes that suddenly gleamed. "...bet your mom's never given you a good old fashioned whack."
quiet_melee's doodle meme but it turned out a little too long. "Hooooo now?" The Shiba clanhead rolled her hips in a mockery of quaking, quivering fear. She raised her chin, the winged tattoo across her throat a shocking slash of dark in the pale austerity of the meeting room. "The Kuchiki are begging for the what now? You're going to have to repeat yourself! I think I missed that!"
Her host crossed his hands and glared at her through pale, furious eyes: "We beg for nothing, Lady Shiba. And we shall consider this conversation over if you would prefer to take us lightly..."
"Hm? Who's taking who lightly now?" ...the word 'lightly' was accompanied by the woman swinging herself onto the table. Standing upon it she was suddenly eyelevel with the Lord. "I don't think you could get an inch off the ground, you stuffy old--"
"You have sponsored many of recent promising candidates for the Demon Arts Brigade--"
"Yeah, yeah."
A slow twitch. "Many of them have been from...venues other than what have previously been considered--"
"Yeah, Yeeeah." The clanhead crooked her head to one side. "...Ahaa. You want to talk about that."
"We made that abundantly clear."
"We should take a walk if we are so damn interested." She flipped off the table, fixing her top on the landing. The Kuchiki clanhead looked nearly uncomfortable a moment, having been perfectly content with the authoritative importance his stoniness in this matter had afforded.
...he followed in an annoyed rumpling of his sleeves.
"Kaien!" crowed the woman. "You stay here, ya runt!"
"Got it Ma," said the boy grinning from the door, wiggling his big fat toes; which were sticking out of his sandals.
"Don't make me drown you. That's 'honored mother', here!"
"Byakuya," said the Kuchiki clanhead.
"...honored father." The boy behind him bowed his head.
"Like that?" asked the Shiba child, curiously.
His mother gave him a sharp kick as she swept out of the room.
In the silence afforded by the sudden absence of family figures, the first rubbed his side and glanced up at the second with eyes that suddenly gleamed. "...bet your mom's never given you a good old fashioned whack."
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Date: 2005-09-23 04:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-23 09:51 pm (UTC)Oomaeda! Oomadea! Oooh it's an Oomadea!
Shiba Shiba Shib-*is shot*
...sorry couldn't resist and OH cute fic!
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Date: 2005-10-07 05:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-07 05:37 pm (UTC)