So What now, Genius?!
by Zenithos
This fic was written as a reply to one of the challenge game thread's entries. I've been wrestling with writer's block for the past couple of weeks (I can't seem to churn out any more chapters of Forevermore or Sister Princess. What's wrong with me?!) and so I've tried my hand at a number of different ideas and even ventured out into unknown waters such as the FSN fandom and the Negima fandom. This is just another attempt.
btw, this was moved from the challenge game responses thread as I just got a bit more done and I thought it would be more appropriate to post it here.
Title suggested by Toraneko, idea suggested by Frank Cadena
I've altered the idea a bit to involve all the Hinata Sou tenants save Naru (for boosted effect). Right now, I have yet to make a decision on whether or not to involve Kanako. Otherwise, I've got most of the fic planned out already...err...more or less...
Here I go!
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ôUhhhà.ö The Hinata SouÆs quietest tenant moaned quietly as she gently wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her cabot 13 routine anorak. A pale, fraught face peered back out of the mirror in front of her. She barely recognized herself. A few tears brimmed at the edges of her eyes as she contemplated all the possible repercussions of her plight.
WhatÆs worse, Haruka-san was already showing signs of suspicion. She probably knew alreadyà.
ôSempai, what am I to do?ö She clutched her head and sunk to the edge of the sink.
Suicide was an optionàat least it would mean less trouble for her sempaià
She peeked back up over the sink and into her reflection. But could she manage something thatà.horrific?
She sighed and chuckled lightly, gently drying her tears with her shivering hands. She knew it wasnÆt possible. No, she didnÆt have the nerve.
Besides, she canÆt take the young life she was now carrying with her. No. It deserved a chance. There was only one option left. She sunk lower and started sobbing.
She would have to leave her sempaià.
She would have to leave the Hinata Souà.
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ôDamn ità.damn ità.DAMN IT!ö The Hinata SouÆs resident drunkard cursed as she threw yet another liquor bottle at the wall, causing it to burst into a shower of shimmering white shards over her coffee table, on which lay a number of pregnancy testers. She wobbled a bit before succumbing to her dizziness and nausea and slumping backwards onto her sofa ôDamn ità.ö She groaned weakly, slapping a hand over her eyes.
ôIf youÆre so desperate to prove you exist, bring it on!ö The lean-on atheist screamed up at the ceiling, before breaking down into sobs. ôà.I canÆtàI just canÆtànot alone, not like thisà.ö She leaned forwards and cradled her head in her arms. ôNoà.ö
She hated being sober. It was like staring into hell with her eyes taped open.
But why hadnÆt she just drunk? The room was filled to the bursting with all her favourite booze. Why though, hasnÆt she just topper herself up to escape her misery?
Hey, maybe if she drank enough she could ædrownÆ the æproblemÆ and her case would be solved in a snap.
No. She hugged her knees and sobbed into her jeans. No. She canÆt do that. That was the reason she couldnÆt take a sip of alcohol in the first place. She slammed her head repeatedly into her thighs, each time cursing herself for even being capable of such a thought. Even the idea of having an abortion had occurred to her.
How much lower could she fall?
Besides, it was alcohol that had started allàthisà.
And Haruka had just recently explicitly asked her to cut back on the alcoholàeven to the point of banning it outright. Why the older Urashima had made such a strange rule eludedà.waità.
Haruka knowsà.
The revelation hit her like an express train, there to finish the job where the mobsters hadnÆt. She was finished, utterly and completely.
Oneà.just one! It was just the one night she had carelessly forgotten to use protectionà.why, oh why?!
And how on earth did she get that drunk in the first place?!
Oh well, the past is past. What now?
She knew there were aids out there for single mothers. Perhaps it was time for her to move on from this stationary point in her life. She had been planning to go out and do something worthwhile with her life anyway. All she needed was the incentive.
Heck, what an incentiveà
She sighed, wiping aside her tears before slapping herself in the face. Yes, there was plenty she could do.
Now what about the deed-doer?
àThis would make a rather nice source of blackmail. She could even take it to court and demand compensation and support! YES!
No. Mitsune chuckled to herself and sighed. No. The boy had enough problems in his life as it is. Besides, it wasnÆt his fault, she understood that.
If anything, it was hers.
Though at the moment sheÆd give anything just to give him one last punch, just one.
She turned around and looked over her room. ôMight as well get startedà.this stuff isnÆt going to pack itselfàö She smiled a rather sad, yet optimistic smile as she cracked her knuckles.
Nowàwhere to start?
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ôKeitaro?ö A rather annoyed voice called out to him. ôKeitaroà?ö a hand waved right in front of his face, barely brushing his nose. Then there was a brief silent before the voice repeated, just a little louder, ôKEITARO!ö
ôHuh? What?ö Keitaro half-gasped as he was roughly snapped out of his reverie. ôOh, s-sorry, N-Narusegawa.ö He stuttered nervously, just barely stopping himself from falling backwards from the shock with the support of one hand.
ôKeitaro, youÆve been zoning out a tad bit more often of late.ö The bespectacled brunette remarked, sitting back down before her textbooks. ôItÆs no good. The exams are coming soon. We canÆt afford to lose focus at critical times like these.ö She warned, pushing up her glasses up the bridge of her nose in her usual superior way. ôIsnÆt that right, Mutsumi-san?ö She looked around at the Okinawan lady sitting beside her in the kotatsu. ôMutsumi-san?ö
Naru canÆt help but sigh and shake her head in frustration as she realized that the Okinawan, though present in body, was perhaps no longer present in spirit. ôMutsumi-san, do you need CPR?ö
Otohime MutsumiÆs face was a glazed mask wearing her trademark perpetually cheerful expression. Naru had a feeling that one flick would cause it to crack and shatter into a shower of cheap porcelain bits. She drew a few short breaths before inhaling deeply. ôOTOHIME MUTSUMI!ö
Naru canÆt help but feel as if she had achieved a rather miraculous feat of necromancy as life slowly flooded back into the OkinawanÆs face. She frowned slightly, though still smiling, as if trying to process the rather loud voice that had just assaulted her eardrums.
The thought process finally ended with a rather quiet ôAra?ö
Keitaro did his best to hide behind his textbooks. There was no way in the world he could look into MutsumiÆs eyes. No, he canÆt. He just canÆt.
by Zenithos
This fic was written as a reply to one of the challenge game thread's entries. I've been wrestling with writer's block for the past couple of weeks (I can't seem to churn out any more chapters of Forevermore or Sister Princess. What's wrong with me?!) and so I've tried my hand at a number of different ideas and even ventured out into unknown waters such as the FSN fandom and the Negima fandom. This is just another attempt.
btw, this was moved from the challenge game responses thread as I just got a bit more done and I thought it would be more appropriate to post it here.
Title suggested by Toraneko, idea suggested by Frank Cadena
I've altered the idea a bit to involve all the Hinata Sou tenants save Naru (for boosted effect). Right now, I have yet to make a decision on whether or not to involve Kanako. Otherwise, I've got most of the fic planned out already...err...more or less...
Here I go!
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ôUhhhà.ö The Hinata SouÆs quietest tenant moaned quietly as she gently wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her cabot 13 routine anorak. A pale, fraught face peered back out of the mirror in front of her. She barely recognized herself. A few tears brimmed at the edges of her eyes as she contemplated all the possible repercussions of her plight.
WhatÆs worse, Haruka-san was already showing signs of suspicion. She probably knew alreadyà.
ôSempai, what am I to do?ö She clutched her head and sunk to the edge of the sink.
Suicide was an optionàat least it would mean less trouble for her sempaià
She peeked back up over the sink and into her reflection. But could she manage something thatà.horrific?
She sighed and chuckled lightly, gently drying her tears with her shivering hands. She knew it wasnÆt possible. No, she didnÆt have the nerve.
Besides, she canÆt take the young life she was now carrying with her. No. It deserved a chance. There was only one option left. She sunk lower and started sobbing.
She would have to leave her sempaià.
She would have to leave the Hinata Souà.
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ôDamn ità.damn ità.DAMN IT!ö The Hinata SouÆs resident drunkard cursed as she threw yet another liquor bottle at the wall, causing it to burst into a shower of shimmering white shards over her coffee table, on which lay a number of pregnancy testers. She wobbled a bit before succumbing to her dizziness and nausea and slumping backwards onto her sofa ôDamn ità.ö She groaned weakly, slapping a hand over her eyes.
ôIf youÆre so desperate to prove you exist, bring it on!ö The lean-on atheist screamed up at the ceiling, before breaking down into sobs. ôà.I canÆtàI just canÆtànot alone, not like thisà.ö She leaned forwards and cradled her head in her arms. ôNoà.ö
She hated being sober. It was like staring into hell with her eyes taped open.
But why hadnÆt she just drunk? The room was filled to the bursting with all her favourite booze. Why though, hasnÆt she just topper herself up to escape her misery?
Hey, maybe if she drank enough she could ædrownÆ the æproblemÆ and her case would be solved in a snap.
No. She hugged her knees and sobbed into her jeans. No. She canÆt do that. That was the reason she couldnÆt take a sip of alcohol in the first place. She slammed her head repeatedly into her thighs, each time cursing herself for even being capable of such a thought. Even the idea of having an abortion had occurred to her.
How much lower could she fall?
Besides, it was alcohol that had started allàthisà.
And Haruka had just recently explicitly asked her to cut back on the alcoholàeven to the point of banning it outright. Why the older Urashima had made such a strange rule eludedà.waità.
Haruka knowsà.
The revelation hit her like an express train, there to finish the job where the mobsters hadnÆt. She was finished, utterly and completely.
Oneà.just one! It was just the one night she had carelessly forgotten to use protectionà.why, oh why?!
And how on earth did she get that drunk in the first place?!
Oh well, the past is past. What now?
She knew there were aids out there for single mothers. Perhaps it was time for her to move on from this stationary point in her life. She had been planning to go out and do something worthwhile with her life anyway. All she needed was the incentive.
Heck, what an incentiveà
She sighed, wiping aside her tears before slapping herself in the face. Yes, there was plenty she could do.
Now what about the deed-doer?
àThis would make a rather nice source of blackmail. She could even take it to court and demand compensation and support! YES!
No. Mitsune chuckled to herself and sighed. No. The boy had enough problems in his life as it is. Besides, it wasnÆt his fault, she understood that.
If anything, it was hers.
Though at the moment sheÆd give anything just to give him one last punch, just one.
She turned around and looked over her room. ôMight as well get startedà.this stuff isnÆt going to pack itselfàö She smiled a rather sad, yet optimistic smile as she cracked her knuckles.
Nowàwhere to start?
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ôKeitaro?ö A rather annoyed voice called out to him. ôKeitaroà?ö a hand waved right in front of his face, barely brushing his nose. Then there was a brief silent before the voice repeated, just a little louder, ôKEITARO!ö
ôHuh? What?ö Keitaro half-gasped as he was roughly snapped out of his reverie. ôOh, s-sorry, N-Narusegawa.ö He stuttered nervously, just barely stopping himself from falling backwards from the shock with the support of one hand.
ôKeitaro, youÆve been zoning out a tad bit more often of late.ö The bespectacled brunette remarked, sitting back down before her textbooks. ôItÆs no good. The exams are coming soon. We canÆt afford to lose focus at critical times like these.ö She warned, pushing up her glasses up the bridge of her nose in her usual superior way. ôIsnÆt that right, Mutsumi-san?ö She looked around at the Okinawan lady sitting beside her in the kotatsu. ôMutsumi-san?ö
Naru canÆt help but sigh and shake her head in frustration as she realized that the Okinawan, though present in body, was perhaps no longer present in spirit. ôMutsumi-san, do you need CPR?ö
Otohime MutsumiÆs face was a glazed mask wearing her trademark perpetually cheerful expression. Naru had a feeling that one flick would cause it to crack and shatter into a shower of cheap porcelain bits. She drew a few short breaths before inhaling deeply. ôOTOHIME MUTSUMI!ö
Naru canÆt help but feel as if she had achieved a rather miraculous feat of necromancy as life slowly flooded back into the OkinawanÆs face. She frowned slightly, though still smiling, as if trying to process the rather loud voice that had just assaulted her eardrums.
The thought process finally ended with a rather quiet ôAra?ö
Keitaro did his best to hide behind his textbooks. There was no way in the world he could look into MutsumiÆs eyes. No, he canÆt. He just canÆt.
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