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pseudogeekOk, I've been studying these Light Novels for the last year because I was fascinated by this "character driven" format instead of "plot driven" and how Narita uses "rotation system" for the focus characters instead of for the story "wheel and axis system". The Light Novels are also about focus on the character interactions instead of the description of inanimate things, though a minimal is required for the reader. But somehow, when I try to imitate Light Novel style, I tend to miss the point. Of course, it's also about minimalism, using easy words and short paragraphs, but that's not what makes a Light Novel, Light Novel.
N.B.: I have used the Taiwanese definition of Light Novel, which is called "Character Novel" over there. The usual definition of Light Novel, as in Japanese Light Novel, is "novel illustrated with manga style art".
Anyway, old fic ahead!
Title: Tea and Exercise (And More Tea)
Fandom: What do you think this is? DRRR!! Of course! Now start dodging the vending machines!
Pairings: a tablespoonful of tea/Shizuo and a pinch of Celty/Shizuo, maybe Shinra/Shizuo if you read it sideway and the Tom/Shizuo if you read it the other way
Disclaimer: Yadayada, Narita's properties, yadayada, Dengeki, yadayada blablah.
Wordcount: 986
Warning: Bad imitation of Narita imitating I-don't-know-who's style.
Heiwajima Shizuo is facing a cup of tea. It's steaming. The minty smell fills the room.
-23 minutes earlier-
"Here. Mint green tea. Should be to your taste. Smoking is not good, but this is. Same taste, opposite in effect. Why don't you substitute your cigarettes with this?"
-present-
-Shouldn't be too bad. It was still in its package with he gave this to me, so it shouldn't be drugged or something.
-28 minites earlier-
"Yo! Shizuo!"
"Ah?"
White coat. Glasses. Shinra. Not a good omen. Could be asking for blood samples or even vivisections. Worse, could be ranting about his relationship with the Black Rider. The man in bartender suit's eyes twitched a bit. Hum.
"Look! Look! Celty bought me teas! There are all kinds! Earl Grey, Lady Grey, Oolong, Mint green, Masala chai, Darjeeling, Rooibos, even a disk of Pu-erh! It isn't it sweet?"
"Yeah. Though they are all bitter, aren't they?"
-You really didn't have to carry that box all over 'Kebukuro. We'll believe you if you just said it.
"But it's a proof of her love for me! You see, I asked her to help me relax by giving me a massage, but she just punched me and wrapped me in her shadows. Then a week later she bought all those tea because she heard that tea can make you relax. Isn't she sweet! I can't wait till we get married! I'll- Ouphm! Stop! Stop! I don't wanna die before seeing Celty one last time! Oh her beautiful headless neck, I want to kiss- Ahh! It's going to break! You're going to break my skull!"
"Really. You better let him go." The man with African hairs suggested.
"Huhpm." He let go.
"Thanks. I thought I was gonna die without letting the image of my beautiful fairy imprint on my retinas again- Sorry, sorry! I'm gonna stop. How about I let you a sample as sign of our friendship? If you don't mind, I'd like to collect some da- Eh. Fine, just come drink tea with Celty and me when you're free, k?"
And Shinra gave Shizuo that sachet of tea.
-present time, 10 minutes before trouble-
That tea was not bad. Could have stronger flavour, but not bad. Shizuo wouldn't mind drinking this more often. He relaxes on the sofa. Now where did the TV remote go?
-15 minutes before trouble-
Stalking young firesparks is one of Orihara Izaya's hobbies. Click. Click. Taking photos of them was not necessary, but it was a hobby of him. If someone unrelated finds the pictures he keeps, he or she would believe he or she has set eyes upon the secret treasure of a hebephile. Squick.
-9 minutes before trouble-
Ah, there it is. Press. Press. Press press. Crack. If he had controlled his strength he'd only have to change the battery. Now we need a new remote.
-7 minutes before trouble-
Ryuugamine Mikado is feeling uncomfortable.
"Masaomi."
"Yes, Mikado?"
"Is someone following us?"
"..."
"..."
"...let's pretend that we didn't notice."
"...can I complain that you whispered loud enough for him to hear?"
"Nah. He'd know anyway. Keep walking."
-7 minutes before trouble-
Shizuo locked the door to his apartment and went to buy a new remote. He checked the time. He'll miss his brother's show if he doesn't come back before seven. Better be quick.
-8 minutes before trouble-
"He's still following us. Should we wait for him to catch up?"
"No way. Come this way."
"Which way is this?"
"The suicidal-but-worth-it way."
"..."
"Trust me."
"Sure."
"Really, I can't trust myself here, so you better trust me."
"Was that supposed to be a joke?"
-3 minutes before trouble-
Shizuo realises that his wallet is in another suit. He hurries back.
-2 minutes before trouble-
"Are you sure about this? Where are we going anyway?"
"Heiwajima Shizuo's home's direction." Kida's voice was trembling.
Izaya noticed. He didn't mind. Masaomi has always been a tame puppy. If he really plans to guid Izaya into a trap, then he could be a worthwhile firespark after all.
-1 minute before trouble-
Shizuo decides that the best way to save time is to jump from the window instead of taking the stairs.
"Kida, why's there a shadow over us-"
"Dodge!"
-trouble-
Kida and Mikado didn't have to dodge after all, since it was not noon, thus the shadow didn't mean that a 180cm tall man with dyed hairs and bartender suit was going to land on their head. Someone else had to, though. And he deserved it.
"Iiiizaaaayaaaaa!? What the heck are you doing here? WHY AREN'T YOU STAYING IN SHINJUKU?"
"Now, run!"
And the boys got away. Izaya didn't move an inch. Not until the faceful of garbage can.
-37 minutes after the trouble, and much later-
"So you broke your TV remote, wasted precious time chasing Izaya, didn't want to manually switch channel to the one your brother will appear on, Celty and my apartment was close anyway and you liked the tea, so you came to drink tea with us while watching TV? That's wonderful! Um, I mean, it's wonderful that you visit us once a while."
Shinra didn't want to waste the prefect tea that Celty brewed for them, so he restrained himself to not talk about samples or vivisections. Celty seemed to be happy that her brewing did not taste as bad (or "avant-garde" as Shinra would say) as her cooking. Shizuo talked a bit too much with Celty again and made Shinra jealous. As Shizuo left, Celty gave Shizuo more mint tea and a vacuum flask. To drink tea any where he wants, she typed on her PDA. Shinra was reduced to a blob of crying mess.
Ever since that day, Shizuo can occasionally be seen walking around with a vacuum flask, sometimes taking a sip. If you walk close enough when the thermos is open, you could smell the mint.
N.B.: I have used the Taiwanese definition of Light Novel, which is called "Character Novel" over there. The usual definition of Light Novel, as in Japanese Light Novel, is "novel illustrated with manga style art".
Anyway, old fic ahead!
Title: Tea and Exercise (And More Tea)
Fandom: What do you think this is? DRRR!! Of course! Now start dodging the vending machines!
Pairings: a tablespoonful of tea/Shizuo and a pinch of Celty/Shizuo, maybe Shinra/Shizuo if you read it sideway and the Tom/Shizuo if you read it the other way
Disclaimer: Yadayada, Narita's properties, yadayada, Dengeki, yadayada blablah.
Wordcount: 986
Warning: Bad imitation of Narita imitating I-don't-know-who's style.
Heiwajima Shizuo is facing a cup of tea. It's steaming. The minty smell fills the room.
-23 minutes earlier-
"Here. Mint green tea. Should be to your taste. Smoking is not good, but this is. Same taste, opposite in effect. Why don't you substitute your cigarettes with this?"
-present-
-Shouldn't be too bad. It was still in its package with he gave this to me, so it shouldn't be drugged or something.
-28 minites earlier-
"Yo! Shizuo!"
"Ah?"
White coat. Glasses. Shinra. Not a good omen. Could be asking for blood samples or even vivisections. Worse, could be ranting about his relationship with the Black Rider. The man in bartender suit's eyes twitched a bit. Hum.
"Look! Look! Celty bought me teas! There are all kinds! Earl Grey, Lady Grey, Oolong, Mint green, Masala chai, Darjeeling, Rooibos, even a disk of Pu-erh! It isn't it sweet?"
"Yeah. Though they are all bitter, aren't they?"
-You really didn't have to carry that box all over 'Kebukuro. We'll believe you if you just said it.
"But it's a proof of her love for me! You see, I asked her to help me relax by giving me a massage, but she just punched me and wrapped me in her shadows. Then a week later she bought all those tea because she heard that tea can make you relax. Isn't she sweet! I can't wait till we get married! I'll- Ouphm! Stop! Stop! I don't wanna die before seeing Celty one last time! Oh her beautiful headless neck, I want to kiss- Ahh! It's going to break! You're going to break my skull!"
"Really. You better let him go." The man with African hairs suggested.
"Huhpm." He let go.
"Thanks. I thought I was gonna die without letting the image of my beautiful fairy imprint on my retinas again- Sorry, sorry! I'm gonna stop. How about I let you a sample as sign of our friendship? If you don't mind, I'd like to collect some da- Eh. Fine, just come drink tea with Celty and me when you're free, k?"
And Shinra gave Shizuo that sachet of tea.
-present time, 10 minutes before trouble-
That tea was not bad. Could have stronger flavour, but not bad. Shizuo wouldn't mind drinking this more often. He relaxes on the sofa. Now where did the TV remote go?
-15 minutes before trouble-
Stalking young firesparks is one of Orihara Izaya's hobbies. Click. Click. Taking photos of them was not necessary, but it was a hobby of him. If someone unrelated finds the pictures he keeps, he or she would believe he or she has set eyes upon the secret treasure of a hebephile. Squick.
-9 minutes before trouble-
Ah, there it is. Press. Press. Press press. Crack. If he had controlled his strength he'd only have to change the battery. Now we need a new remote.
-7 minutes before trouble-
Ryuugamine Mikado is feeling uncomfortable.
"Masaomi."
"Yes, Mikado?"
"Is someone following us?"
"..."
"..."
"...let's pretend that we didn't notice."
"...can I complain that you whispered loud enough for him to hear?"
"Nah. He'd know anyway. Keep walking."
-7 minutes before trouble-
Shizuo locked the door to his apartment and went to buy a new remote. He checked the time. He'll miss his brother's show if he doesn't come back before seven. Better be quick.
-8 minutes before trouble-
"He's still following us. Should we wait for him to catch up?"
"No way. Come this way."
"Which way is this?"
"The suicidal-but-worth-it way."
"..."
"Trust me."
"Sure."
"Really, I can't trust myself here, so you better trust me."
"Was that supposed to be a joke?"
-3 minutes before trouble-
Shizuo realises that his wallet is in another suit. He hurries back.
-2 minutes before trouble-
"Are you sure about this? Where are we going anyway?"
"Heiwajima Shizuo's home's direction." Kida's voice was trembling.
Izaya noticed. He didn't mind. Masaomi has always been a tame puppy. If he really plans to guid Izaya into a trap, then he could be a worthwhile firespark after all.
-1 minute before trouble-
Shizuo decides that the best way to save time is to jump from the window instead of taking the stairs.
"Kida, why's there a shadow over us-"
"Dodge!"
-trouble-
Kida and Mikado didn't have to dodge after all, since it was not noon, thus the shadow didn't mean that a 180cm tall man with dyed hairs and bartender suit was going to land on their head. Someone else had to, though. And he deserved it.
"Iiiizaaaayaaaaa!? What the heck are you doing here? WHY AREN'T YOU STAYING IN SHINJUKU?"
"Now, run!"
And the boys got away. Izaya didn't move an inch. Not until the faceful of garbage can.
-37 minutes after the trouble, and much later-
"So you broke your TV remote, wasted precious time chasing Izaya, didn't want to manually switch channel to the one your brother will appear on, Celty and my apartment was close anyway and you liked the tea, so you came to drink tea with us while watching TV? That's wonderful! Um, I mean, it's wonderful that you visit us once a while."
Shinra didn't want to waste the prefect tea that Celty brewed for them, so he restrained himself to not talk about samples or vivisections. Celty seemed to be happy that her brewing did not taste as bad (or "avant-garde" as Shinra would say) as her cooking. Shizuo talked a bit too much with Celty again and made Shinra jealous. As Shizuo left, Celty gave Shizuo more mint tea and a vacuum flask. To drink tea any where he wants, she typed on her PDA. Shinra was reduced to a blob of crying mess.
Ever since that day, Shizuo can occasionally be seen walking around with a vacuum flask, sometimes taking a sip. If you walk close enough when the thermos is open, you could smell the mint.
