~Asuna's notebook~ fanfiction thread

[Asuna-chan]

That's right, not only do I draw, but I also write fanfiction XD
I mainly write Takarazuka fics, and random anime fanfics such as The Rose of Versailles, etc. But I will write pretty much anything as long as I have some inspiration ^^
I'll update soon~!

[Dark Mage Negi]

sweet hope to get to read them soon!

[Asuna-chan]

Just one 'fic for now! :3

Title: A Small Price to Pay
Author: Asuna-chan
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Fandom: Takarazuka Revue
Pairing: Ozuki Tooma/Ouki Kaname (I am on a roll writing about these two >.>)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own either of these lovely people, I don't want to be killed by Hankyuu, and everything written here is fiction as far as I know~ >8P and this is real person fic, so don't read if you are offended by this~!

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Teru stretched out, with one leg resting on top of the other, letting her head fall back against the cushions that covered the soft leather sofa she was occupying.
The smell of meat wafted through the apartment from the kitchen, and Teru grinned at the sound of the clattering of metal and muffled grumbling coming from Kitarou, who was cooking her a meal in the next room.
Teru had suggested that the two of them should go out to eat, but Kitarou flat-out refused, and came up with the idea of cooking something herself.

In the next room, Kitarou looked panic-stricken. She held two large knives, and was in the process of deciding which to use to chop up the large piece of beef that sat before her on the counter. After a few minutes of silence, she decided on the larger of the two, and began chopping.
Next came the carrots. Frowning, Kitarou wiped her forehead on her sleeve after fretting about how to cut them, and decided to go ahead and wield her large knife on the unsuspecting vegetables like a crazy person.

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Teru yawned, and quickly crossed her arms over her stomach as a loud growling sound was emitted from it. She was hungry, and Kitarou was taking too long. Suddenly, there was a loud clatter and a scream from the kitchen, and Teru all but leapt over the back of the sofa.
"Kitarou! Are you okay?" She paused in the doorway, panting, and stared at Kitarou, who was nursing a bloody hand. Teru's eyes widened a little. "What did you do? Let me see.."

Kitarou pouted and held up her forefinger, which now sported a deep cut. The bleeding had almost stopped thanks to the many paper towels that littered the table, but Teru took Kitarou's hand into her own to inspect the wound all the same. "This is why I asked you not to cook for me."
The older 'sienne frowned, and wiggled her finger. "It's not that bad."
Teru got down on one knee, lightly tracing the small cut with her thumb, before taking Kitarou's finger into her mouth. The older 'sienne almost jumped a mile. "EH??! Teru.." she whimpered.

Releasing Kitarou's finger, and licking her lips, Teru grinned up at her friend, letting her hand go. "What? I'm playing the role of the vampire, remember." She winked and turned to exit the room, leaving a stunned Kitarou holding half a carrot. She sighed, throwing the mangled vegetable into the dustbin, and stared down at her still-damp finger. Kitarou blushed. For a moment like that, the sharp sting of cold steel was a small price to pay.

[Asuna-chan]

Title: Silence
Author: Asuna-chan
Fandom: Takarazuka Revue
Pairing: Hints of Sena Jun/Ozora Yuuhi (friendship!)
Genre: Angst (of course lul)
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimer. I don't own them, no angry Hankyuu mobs, etc etc. Enjoy! Or... just angst, whatever

Author's note: This is based on the 'special talk' in Asako (Sena)'s personal book. Told in Yuuhi's POV (which was hard to write lol). The quotes in italics are actually from the book, as said by Sena Jun-san. And this is the first time I've written a fic based on real quotes, so forgive me if it's... weird. ;3;

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"You don't show emotions like happiness and sadness, do you Yoh-chan?"

I shake my head violently, as if to clear that one phrase from my memory. Those things you said in that special talk for your personal book all those years ago keep running through my head, and I can't stop it.

I wouldn't deny that in the past, I found it easier to carry a blank expression instead of expressing how I felt. Most people thought I was difficult to approach, because I didn't show any emotion, even though I thought I did. But not you, Asako. You understood because you are the same as me. You don't waste effort with overly expressing your emotions, and I understand perfectly well.
I glance at you, sitting beside me with a script in your hands. Didn't you rehearse enough already, at the theatre today?

We sit side by side in silence, neither of us feeling the need to start up a conversation. We don't need to talk - just the calm atmosphere is enough.

In the past we would argue, and stomp across the bridge to school together without talking, and later we would forget these things happened while running to buy tickets to the latest shinjinkoen show. I could easily wake you up with a slap across the face, and years later we could laugh about it, and reminisce over something else.

Suddenly, a cold chill runs up my spine, as I realise that all these things would very soon become a distant memory after your retirement. My heart sinks when I remember this, and I rest my head in my hands, desperately wanting to feel something other than sadness.

"Probably, I love you more than anyone else. I’m your fan, so I want to see the various Yoh-chans."
"We're fans of eachother."

Biting back a sob, I lean back in my seat, looking at nothing in particular as you continue to read. You might not even notice that there's anything wrong.

I remember that I wrote you a letter that was three pages long, detailing what I thought about you. Thinking about it now, maybe three pages wasn't enough. Then I remember what you said after you read it, and warm tears begin to trickle down my cheeks. Even after so many years of working together, you carried that letter with you. I can't help but wonder if you'll still keep it with you after you retire, even though I lost the short letter you'd given me in return all those years ago.

"Ozora Yuuhi doesn't value those kinds of things. I know that, so it's fine."

Asako, those kinds of things are always remembered and kept in my heart. You understand that, right?
I'm being stupid now. Of course you know that. You know me better than I know myself. Or you would, if you knew how hard your retirement was hitting me.

"Yoh-chan seems rough, but in fact, you are delicate."

So.. you do understand. This is hurting you as much as it's hurting me, Asako... I can tell by the pained look in your eyes. You're not even reading the words on the page in front of you - you're thinking about something.

I rest my head on your shoulder as you read through your script for the final time. I dread the day when I won't be able to feel your warmth beside me anymore, and I begin to cry audibly. Silently, you wrap an arm around my shoulders, knowingly.