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Happy Birthday JB!
A drabble for you.
Kisame's bar is not mine, and neither is anyone you run into there.
I recommend the squid, and not annoying the Fabulous Waitress.
Kakashi was wiping down tables. Once the pretty boy in the corner table decided on a sailor for the night, she was going to start putting up chairs and close down the bar. Kisame had wandered off with Dick a few days previously, leaving Kakashi and Raidou in charge of the bar.
Raidou had cooked squid for the night’s menu, and there was some sort of crispy fried yam spicy thing that a lot of customers had ordered with beer. One group of drunk sailors had convinced a rookie to proposition the waitress. Kakashi had kawarmi’d the kid outside and sharingan whammied the rest of the troublemakers. They’d gone home with the troll sisters, and Kakashi had a headache.
Finally, with an easy smile, the dark haired man at the corner table – who’d barely touched his glass of wine (Wine! He’d actually made her bring up something drinkable from the cellar, paid the stupidly inflated price Raidou had named and then didn’t drink it) – he dismissed one sailor with an almost aristocratic wave of fingers, and left with the other. The sailor was big, muscled and mean spirited – just bright enough not to give Kakashi an excuse for pitching him out on his face.
She put up chairs, and wondered at the likelihood of the short, delicate wine drinker enjoying his bit of rough trade. There was likely to be blood at the end of the night.
Genma had appeared, and was drying Raidou’s knives and pans by the sink. Kakashi watched the two men move behind the bar, Raidou ninja-graceful pivoting on his wooden leg, Genma muttering a low-voiced tale of debauchery from the docks involving a duck, one of the tailors and a crate of strawberries.
Kakashi waved goodnight to the men and slipped out the bar door. The night was still warm, and she walked down to the water’s edge. There was a glimmer of moonlight broken and shining on the dark waves. She listened to the hiss of the water. Kisame thought he and Dick would be away about a week, had left in the middle of a conversation about the third cellar and when they got back she was hoping to try out that thing with the rope, the bells and the clothespins. Maybe if she charged the bells with chakra…
Suddenly there was blood in the air and a presence beside her. Kakashi stepped back, one hand drawing out her sword before she recognized the slight man beside her. How the fuck had he snuck up on her? It was the wine drinker, now redolent with blood.
“Good evening” he said in a quiet, satisfied voice. “I didn’t introduce myself earlier. Henry Fitzroy, at your service. I’m the new downstairs tenant.”
Kisame's bar is not mine, and neither is anyone you run into there.
I recommend the squid, and not annoying the Fabulous Waitress.
Kakashi was wiping down tables. Once the pretty boy in the corner table decided on a sailor for the night, she was going to start putting up chairs and close down the bar. Kisame had wandered off with Dick a few days previously, leaving Kakashi and Raidou in charge of the bar.
Raidou had cooked squid for the night’s menu, and there was some sort of crispy fried yam spicy thing that a lot of customers had ordered with beer. One group of drunk sailors had convinced a rookie to proposition the waitress. Kakashi had kawarmi’d the kid outside and sharingan whammied the rest of the troublemakers. They’d gone home with the troll sisters, and Kakashi had a headache.
Finally, with an easy smile, the dark haired man at the corner table – who’d barely touched his glass of wine (Wine! He’d actually made her bring up something drinkable from the cellar, paid the stupidly inflated price Raidou had named and then didn’t drink it) – he dismissed one sailor with an almost aristocratic wave of fingers, and left with the other. The sailor was big, muscled and mean spirited – just bright enough not to give Kakashi an excuse for pitching him out on his face.
She put up chairs, and wondered at the likelihood of the short, delicate wine drinker enjoying his bit of rough trade. There was likely to be blood at the end of the night.
Genma had appeared, and was drying Raidou’s knives and pans by the sink. Kakashi watched the two men move behind the bar, Raidou ninja-graceful pivoting on his wooden leg, Genma muttering a low-voiced tale of debauchery from the docks involving a duck, one of the tailors and a crate of strawberries.
Kakashi waved goodnight to the men and slipped out the bar door. The night was still warm, and she walked down to the water’s edge. There was a glimmer of moonlight broken and shining on the dark waves. She listened to the hiss of the water. Kisame thought he and Dick would be away about a week, had left in the middle of a conversation about the third cellar and when they got back she was hoping to try out that thing with the rope, the bells and the clothespins. Maybe if she charged the bells with chakra…
Suddenly there was blood in the air and a presence beside her. Kakashi stepped back, one hand drawing out her sword before she recognized the slight man beside her. How the fuck had he snuck up on her? It was the wine drinker, now redolent with blood.
“Good evening” he said in a quiet, satisfied voice. “I didn’t introduce myself earlier. Henry Fitzroy, at your service. I’m the new downstairs tenant.”
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vermintenets sign lease papers, aren't I?Me: Stoooop whining.
Kisame: *grumble*
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Dick: Hiya, Sexy Waitress of My Dreams.
Kakashi: You could have TOLD ME you had rented out space to a vampire. *gets another mango* Hi Dick.
Kisame: I did! I told you about the basement...
Kakashi: You told me you'd moved a bed into the basement and sealed off the window. You didn't say anything about someone moving in.
Kisame: Stop bitching.
Kakashi: Fuck you.
Kisame: Against the wall or on the bar?
Dick: Wait, a vampire?
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One: he's planning on making the kids sleep down there so he can have sex in his own bed.
Two: he's planning on locking someone down there.
Three: He MIGHT be renting it out.
Four: because it's part of some fucked up ritual to keep some kind of creature out of the bar.
Now, can we go back to the part where there's a vampire renting from us?
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*points* See?
Raidou: So I should STOP using backed garlic in everything?
Kisame: Probably. No more holy water in the outdoor hookah's anyway.
Raiodu: *takes that dead seriously* Any other food allergies I should know about?
Kisame: Other than stop with the chitlins? I live here, man. THey reek.
Raidou: I get the poo out first!
Kisame: I don't care! Knock it off!
*back to Grayson* Soo, this is the vampire who now lives in the basement. And the other rooms almost done! I'll have my loft empty again!
*leer leer*
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... Oh. I GET IT NOW. *is slower than mud*
And. Your previous ficcy? Beautiful with GAGLESS REFLEX.
Now I challenge you to write Kankurou/Kotetsu, if only because no one else I know will attempt crack parings for me.
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Well... Genma was just being helpful by checking out how well Kakashi's throat was healing.
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Wait. Wait. Isn't that the Tanya Huff series? The one with that detective, and then that Vampire she smexes occasionally, and the werewolves?
O_o
Of course Genma was just being helpful. Did he give Kakashi a proper physical check up to make sure everything was in working order? One needs regular full check ups, you know. Just to be sure.
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This is a delicious bit of writing, but clearly I am missing something. Enlighten me?
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Tanya Huff: Blood series books. (http://www.amazon.com/s?ie=UTF8&keywords=tanya%20huff&tag=opera-20&index=blended&link%5Fcode=qs)
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J
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That's exactly what that little island of strange needed. Most Excellent. Really.
(*hugs both the author and the recipient*)
See - if Faith really had shown up, things would have been so.. complicated... now...
(*waves at the others*)
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Bar Rule #7a: Anyone who sings Wind Beneath My Wings during karaoke will be fed to the vampire who lives in the basement.
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And Kisame'd probably would drag a kareoke machine back with him from the DCU.
He'd make it Duo's job to keep the tech working.
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Oh my god. I LOVE you. Like, lots and lots of love. You have all my favorite things in one little fic! Look! Henry! And girl-Kakashi! All together! *purrs and pets them*
This is the awesomest birthday drabble ever. :D
J
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Henry and girl-Kakashi are pretty fun. I'm sure they could cause LOTS of trouble together.
I finally caught the first episode of Blood Ties last night. Oh, the LOLZ of Norman and his bad special effect demon lord!
But there were a couple of shivery moments, when Celluci and Henry and Vicki were all in the same place. Mine, mine, mine.. all conveyed in body language. (yummy, yummy Henry)