PoT: Yaru: Motto

[branchandroot]

Fic post from my archive.

Motto

Ryouma drags Tezuka off for an unofficial match. Drama, I-3

When the doorbell rang, Kunimitsu knew exactly who it was. He couldn't have said how he knew, because he categorically refused to believe that an inanimate object such as a doorbell was capable of ringing in a cocky tone just because of who was pressing it. But the information got through somehow.

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[written-in-blue.livejournal.com]

[laughs self silly at Rurouni Ryouma]

Ryouma: ...the what now?

Well, if you're wandering all over the place looking for a challenge, it sorta fits, right?

Ryouma: You've got too much Kenshin on the brain.

Probably.

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Silliness aside, Tezuka's anticipation is just--gah. And his general resigned exasperation! Gah! [lurves on you for being a goddess among ficcers]

[branchandroot]

*howls at the image* Oh, that's perfect! Only, his hair's the wrong color. And length. We'd have to get him a wig.

Ryouma: *backing away* No way! Get that thing away from me! She's bad enough, don't you start too.

Emily: *wheedles* But it would be so cute, and we could put you in hakama and a pink gi, and...

Ryouma: NO!

Emily: Oh, all right. As long as you hurry up and tell me what the last scene of the next story is.

Ryouma: *nods vigorously while hightailing it away*


*still giggling* Glad you liked it, my dear. Ryouma does seem to bring out the best in Tezuka. ^_- *snuggles*