DB Sommer wrote:
Heh. Jumping to a December one:
I feel so special!
This is early,
And this is late. :)
Heh!
Plain Okonomiyaki
Always the best, IMO. Or it would be if I ate okonomiyaki.
Of course.
Sighing, she shut down the grill, preparing to close early. It wasn't
a great day for business,
think you can drop that comma
Will do.
Descending in their slow dance, they whirled merrily, coating
everything with a pristine, clean white shroud.
And then the salt trucks came, partially melting the snow and changing to to
slush as it mixed with the dirt and grime of the street.
Of course.
Born among the stars,
they dance to Earth, and apart,
then dance close once more.
Cute. Never was good with haikus, assuming this is one.
Yeah. As my signature file might hint. ;)
I have a few hundred k of random Ranma-based haiku in a file,
somewhere....
Her smile faded, as she returned ink, papers, and brush to their
proper places. A gift without a recipient was useless, though.
Not true. It's always the thought that counts. :)
I've heard that, but rather suspect that it's more in the recipient's
mind than the giver's.
Of course, in her dreams, Ranma would come, and she would answer the
door, and he would shyly present her with a gift -- maybe a ring, or
a scarf, or chocolates... But then she would give him his gift, and
they would talk softly and hold hands deep into the night, which
would end with a kiss.
And marriage, and kinds, and okonomyaki being declared the official food of
the Eastern Hemisphere. Life was good, in dreams.
The reality of the situation would likely be different, she admitted
to herself. Most likely there would be no Ranma at all, and were he
to arrive, it would be without a gift, and most certainly the night
would end without any handholding, or... a kiss.
Ranma; The very thought of a kiss makes be contemplate going on a training
trip.
Wrong fic.
He accepted the paper, unfolding it carefully and reading it,
scanning the page several times to consider the meaning before he
looked up. "Oh," he said quietly. "I... I guess I never really
looked at it that way before."
He then blew his nose in it. "So where's the okonomiyaki? I'm starving."
Fan of El`Hazard?
"Yes," she insisted, recovering some of her resolve. "You promised,
after all."
Ranma; But I didn't mean it.
HAH!
"I wish that we could be like this forever."
A freak flash icestorm froze them solid.
Again, wrong fic. :)
Ukyou would have shoouted, "This is not what I meant!" but it was too late.
She learned the lesson of being careful of what you wish for.
I have a hard time getting Akane and Ryu as a couple in my head for
that to work real well. Still, it's a thought.
away gently, staring at her feet, and the snow marked with the
footsteps of a pair of dancers, slowly being covered by the still
falling snow. Voice quavering, she continued, "But it can't, can it?
Tomorrow... tomorrow, what we had tonight will be gone, and all that
we'll have for it is a badly written poem about snow, and our memories."
Ranma: Sounds about right.
Ukyou: You really need to work on that whole empathy thing, Ranchan.
Cute little seasonal piece.
Glad you liked it. I guess you just have a mild alergy to WAFF, eh? ;)
D.B. Sommer