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feather_qwill) wrote2007-07-08 12:39 pm
feather_qwill) wrote2007-07-08 12:39 pm
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New Road, Old Story [ G - D/Leon - PSoH - fanfic]
Here's the second of the three colour-prompt fics I've done. This one is slightly more than a drabble - more of a ficlet.
Title: New Road, Old Story
Fandom: Petshop of Horrors
Pairing: D/Leon
Rating: G
Words: 250
FF100: #013 - Yellow (table)
Notes/Summary: Post-series. Leon made a list of the places D was most likely to hide.
When he’d begun this insane quest so long ago, he’d made a list of the places D was most likely to hide. The cornfields of Kansas had not been on that list.
But then, D had not been the one found sleeping beneath the golden stalks.
* * *
Another state, and the scenery is different, but the story unchanged. Rumours in the city of a pet shop with unlucky customers, but no one in Chinatown can – or will – tell him where D has gone, or even if he’d ever been.
On the road again, with no destination and little hope. He stops for the night in a small town in the middle of nowhere. There’s a motel with a vacancy, but he hasn’t worked in a while and needs the money for gas.
Gas and beer, that is. So maybe he gets a little drunk and maybe he runs his mouth a bit. Rants about his long-lost love, cousin, crook. His long-lost crook. Maybe he doesn’t notice the couple at the end of the bar react to D’s description. Maybe he stumbles out into the night, too drunk to drive but too drunk to care.
He’s at the edge of town when the nausea hits him and he staggers, puking, out of his car and into the ditch. Something like sleep claims him.
* * *
Leon woke, still damp with dew, to the warmth of the sun and the sweet fragrance of corn muffling something more exotic. Something more familiar.
Same story. Different ending.
~end
AN: Tell me if you like it, tell me if you don't.
[Set: Colours of the Sun and Sky]
Title: New Road, Old Story
Fandom: Petshop of Horrors
Pairing: D/Leon
Rating: G
Words: 250
FF100: #013 - Yellow (table)
Notes/Summary: Post-series. Leon made a list of the places D was most likely to hide.
When he’d begun this insane quest so long ago, he’d made a list of the places D was most likely to hide. The cornfields of Kansas had not been on that list.
But then, D had not been the one found sleeping beneath the golden stalks.
* * *
Another state, and the scenery is different, but the story unchanged. Rumours in the city of a pet shop with unlucky customers, but no one in Chinatown can – or will – tell him where D has gone, or even if he’d ever been.
On the road again, with no destination and little hope. He stops for the night in a small town in the middle of nowhere. There’s a motel with a vacancy, but he hasn’t worked in a while and needs the money for gas.
Gas and beer, that is. So maybe he gets a little drunk and maybe he runs his mouth a bit. Rants about his long-lost love, cousin, crook. His long-lost crook. Maybe he doesn’t notice the couple at the end of the bar react to D’s description. Maybe he stumbles out into the night, too drunk to drive but too drunk to care.
He’s at the edge of town when the nausea hits him and he staggers, puking, out of his car and into the ditch. Something like sleep claims him.
* * *
Leon woke, still damp with dew, to the warmth of the sun and the sweet fragrance of corn muffling something more exotic. Something more familiar.
Same story. Different ending.
~end
AN: Tell me if you like it, tell me if you don't.
[Set: Colours of the Sun and Sky]