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endless_scrolls) wrote2011-05-17 06:59 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2011-05-17 06:59 pm
The Game of Nerves
Title: The Game of Nerves
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Crossover
Word count: 805
Character(s): Miho, Sync the Tempest, Jill Valentine
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): ...Noneyet
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short and randomly written fic/drabble inspired by a lovely couple of fics written by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alory_shannon and the ensuing comments that resulted from it. Creative license taken to make up for the fact that I lack extensive knowledge in these particular canons.
Dedicated to:alory_shannon and its_game_time. Surprise~ :D
"Mister Grants, Miss Aoki," the professor called over the noise as the shuffle of paper and scrape of chairs instantly filled the room, "Please see me after finishing your evening meals."
As was typical of a classroom of adolescent students, the request was followed by the usual jeer and chatter of youths, mixed in with the occasional catcall and exclaim of feigned disappointment at the possible promise of discipline. Because that was the first thought that came to everyone's mind when Sync's name was called aloud, even more so if a teacher asked to see him after class. After all, the line for revenge and retribution against his less than positive transactions against the student body could span across the globe several times over. Even more when professors and the entire administration on the Ministry Board of Education were added.
The name Grants certainly allotted him a lot of free passes that would have otherwise had him expelled from Hogwards his first term.
But it was a rare thing to ever have her named called aloud, though, at least beyond the usual roll of attendance at the start of each lesson. As she had learned quickly over the years, when your ability to speak was limited, the chances of being volunteered to answer spoken questions were extremely reduced. So when the professor's voice and words registered in her mind, the young witch had been mildly surprised, even by her standards. Upon looking at the young girl, though, it would never seem so given the way her expression had remained relatively neutral. But then, that was typical Miho. She had always been one to keep a strong lock on her emotions.
Shifting a glance to the side towards her seat-mate, the fourth year's brows furrowed at the young man beside her, convinced that something he orchestrated had somehow managed to placed them both in trouble. It certainly would not be the first time Sync had done so, and Miho was almost sure that it would not be the last. Ever since her induction into the Pure Blood Society, the two of them had been unmistakeably linked. And whatever trouble he found himself in, she was always dragged unwillingly behind, such was the fate of anyone who counted themselves among his more tolerable classmates. But instead of finding a look of pure and smug satisfaction that would normally come of a job , she found him curious if not mischievously attentive to the prospects of the professor's request. Then again, any opportunity to further pick on and grind down Professor Valentine's patience was a chance worth giving thought on for him. And while the young witch found the practice juvenile and unnecessary, standing as a witness to all the creative and interesting ways he found to further test the teacher's nerves was almost worth the annoyance.
Almost.
And perhaps that was a sign that Miho had more in common with her classmate than she initially believed (or wanted to admit to), a concept that both unnerved and intrigued the young witch. And that was unnerving enoug. He had many faults as far as she was concerned, but there was no denying that a number of his attributes could hold some semblance of being admirable. In the right light, he could be viewed as decent if it weren't for that uncaring attitude. Or that unyealding mouth of his.
"Please don't forget, and don't be late," the elder woman pressed, already halfway up the stairs to her appointed office, "Am I clear?"
From her vantage point, it was hard to determine just which of the two she focused her gaze on. But if Miho were to give a guess, her money would have settled on the young man standing beside her. All the same, the Slytherin gave a low dip of her head in acknowledgement of the woman's words. And in sliding her gaze over to hr companion, she caught the minute and mostly unnoticable upturn curve of his lips.
"...Crystal." And with that, he easily turned and swept past her witout another sound.
And even though it was one of the last things she wanted, Miho followed after him. Being of the same House and in the same Year meant that their class schedules were nearly identical in look. And being one of the few who could tolerate his more than overbearingly constant disposition meant that only she could be seated next to him in the classroom, lest it lead to arguments and unapproved dueling between him and the others. But as she began her treck out the room, Miho could not help but notice the shift of shadow in the corner, or the pressing presence she felt when she drew closer on her way out.
Now what sort of lesson, exactly, was Professor Valentine preparing for next?
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Crossover
Word count: 805
Character(s): Miho, Sync the Tempest, Jill Valentine
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): ...None
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short and randomly written fic/drabble inspired by a lovely couple of fics written by
alory_shannon and the ensuing comments that resulted from it. Creative license taken to make up for the fact that I lack extensive knowledge in these particular canons.Dedicated to:
alory_shannon and its_game_time. Surprise~ :D"Mister Grants, Miss Aoki," the professor called over the noise as the shuffle of paper and scrape of chairs instantly filled the room, "Please see me after finishing your evening meals."
As was typical of a classroom of adolescent students, the request was followed by the usual jeer and chatter of youths, mixed in with the occasional catcall and exclaim of feigned disappointment at the possible promise of discipline. Because that was the first thought that came to everyone's mind when Sync's name was called aloud, even more so if a teacher asked to see him after class. After all, the line for revenge and retribution against his less than positive transactions against the student body could span across the globe several times over. Even more when professors and the entire administration on the Ministry Board of Education were added.
The name Grants certainly allotted him a lot of free passes that would have otherwise had him expelled from Hogwards his first term.
But it was a rare thing to ever have her named called aloud, though, at least beyond the usual roll of attendance at the start of each lesson. As she had learned quickly over the years, when your ability to speak was limited, the chances of being volunteered to answer spoken questions were extremely reduced. So when the professor's voice and words registered in her mind, the young witch had been mildly surprised, even by her standards. Upon looking at the young girl, though, it would never seem so given the way her expression had remained relatively neutral. But then, that was typical Miho. She had always been one to keep a strong lock on her emotions.
Shifting a glance to the side towards her seat-mate, the fourth year's brows furrowed at the young man beside her, convinced that something he orchestrated had somehow managed to placed them both in trouble. It certainly would not be the first time Sync had done so, and Miho was almost sure that it would not be the last. Ever since her induction into the Pure Blood Society, the two of them had been unmistakeably linked. And whatever trouble he found himself in, she was always dragged unwillingly behind, such was the fate of anyone who counted themselves among his more tolerable classmates. But instead of finding a look of pure and smug satisfaction that would normally come of a job , she found him curious if not mischievously attentive to the prospects of the professor's request. Then again, any opportunity to further pick on and grind down Professor Valentine's patience was a chance worth giving thought on for him. And while the young witch found the practice juvenile and unnecessary, standing as a witness to all the creative and interesting ways he found to further test the teacher's nerves was almost worth the annoyance.
Almost.
And perhaps that was a sign that Miho had more in common with her classmate than she initially believed (or wanted to admit to), a concept that both unnerved and intrigued the young witch. And that was unnerving enoug. He had many faults as far as she was concerned, but there was no denying that a number of his attributes could hold some semblance of being admirable. In the right light, he could be viewed as decent if it weren't for that uncaring attitude. Or that unyealding mouth of his.
"Please don't forget, and don't be late," the elder woman pressed, already halfway up the stairs to her appointed office, "Am I clear?"
From her vantage point, it was hard to determine just which of the two she focused her gaze on. But if Miho were to give a guess, her money would have settled on the young man standing beside her. All the same, the Slytherin gave a low dip of her head in acknowledgement of the woman's words. And in sliding her gaze over to hr companion, she caught the minute and mostly unnoticable upturn curve of his lips.
"...Crystal." And with that, he easily turned and swept past her witout another sound.
And even though it was one of the last things she wanted, Miho followed after him. Being of the same House and in the same Year meant that their class schedules were nearly identical in look. And being one of the few who could tolerate his more than overbearingly constant disposition meant that only she could be seated next to him in the classroom, lest it lead to arguments and unapproved dueling between him and the others. But as she began her treck out the room, Miho could not help but notice the shift of shadow in the corner, or the pressing presence she felt when she drew closer on her way out.
Now what sort of lesson, exactly, was Professor Valentine preparing for next?
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Missed it by a day. 8( *snaps fingers, darn*
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It's the thought that counts~
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...Though with this one, you'd probably best listen to the icon keywords and make a run for it.
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..Or...maaaaybe I'd better just stop distracting you here so you can sleep, write, or tag.
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I am indeed very intrigued :DD
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I'll see about finishing it next week. Work schedule's a bit packed for this week and I've got a guest flying in from out of town Wednesday.
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AWESOME. Any wait will be worth it, no worries. :D <3
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