It wasn’t too long after Mick’s ribbon cutting that he called me to say, I’ve got to tell you this now: Tony Blair is insisting that I accept a knighthood. You can turn down anything you like, pal, was my reply. I left it at that. It was incomprehensible for Mick to do it; he’d blown his credibility. I rang Charlie. What’s all this shit about a knighthood? He said, you know he’s always wanted one. I said, no, I didn’t know. It never occurred to me. Had I misread my friend? The Mick that I grew up with, here’s a guy who’d say shove all your little honors up your arse. Thank you very much, but no thanks. It’s a demeaning thing to do. It’s called the honors list, but we’ve been honored enough. The public has honored us. You’re going to accept an honor from a system that tried to put you in jail for nothing? I mean, if you can forgive them for that… Mick’s class consciousness had become more and more evident as we went along, but I never knew he’d fallen for this shit. It may have been another attack of LVS. Instead of the queen, there was a muddle about the dates and Mick got Prince Charles, the heir to the throne, to tap him on the shoulders, which I think makes him a cur instead of a sir.
who is allowing these two disaster zones to meet. oh right, you and me, anon, you and me. (you can also read on AO3)
Thick as Thieves
The first time he met Hattori Heiji, he’d just sent a man twice his
age doubling over in pain. To be fair, the man in question was a common
pickpocket, and had the audacity to prey on a little old lady on top of
that, but still, it was quite the first impression. With what
could be best described as a battle grin on his face, he hadn’t even
hesitated for a moment to use his vinyl umbrella as a makeshift weapon.
a result, it was now unusable. It was an end that was quite
predictable- to everyone aside from Hattori Heiji, that was, who merely
grumbled to himself and complained about how something like this had
managed to happen again.
“You can borrow mine, if you
want.” He wasn’t quite sure what prompted him to call out to the guy,
but here he was, offering him an umbrella. “I forgot that I’d already
put one in my bag last night, so I’ve got two now.”
For a moment,
there was nothing but silence as their eyes met, as if he were trying to
process something. It was enough to cause the hairs on the back of his
neck to raise- at least until a grin split his face, quite different
from the fierce one that he had sported mere seconds ago. Whatever he
had been thinking about, it had clearly been quickly resolved, so it
probably wasn’t anything that important.
“Oh, thanks a
bunch!” Taking the umbrella out of his hands, he opened it right up- not
that it did much good, now that he was already half-soaked from the
rain. If he was bothered by it any, he didn’t let it show. “That’s
mighty generous of ya, even if it’s a spare!”
Kansai dialect. A
strong one at that, Kaito couldn’t help but think. Vaguely, he felt as
if he had heard something about a dark skinned young man speaking a
strong Kansai-ben from somewhere before, but for the moment, he couldn’t
quite place it.
“No, no, it’s the least I can do after you let me
see something like that.” Kaito told him, motioning in the direction
where what best could be described as carnage had unfolded. He was
amazed the guy was even able to get up and run away after that blow,
though it looked as if it had taken considerable effort on his part.
“But are you sure it’s fine? He got away after that.”
it’s fine.” Waving a hand, Heiji turned back to look in that direction.
“I got the purse back, after all. That was probably a crime of
opportunity, if anythin’. Probably’ll think twice about doin’ that sort
of thing from now on. More importantly, I didn’t get yer name.”
name?” Kaito asked, blinking quickly. He hadn’t expected that- he’d
literally only just given him an umbrella, and in his book, that wasn’t
exactly ground for more than a quick conversation. Still, he couldn’t
say that he disliked it- there was something almost infectious about the
guy’s grin. “I’m Kaito. Kuroba Kaito.”
“Kuroba-han, huh?” Switching the hand he was using to hold his umbrella, Heiji stuck out a hand. “I’m Hattori Heiji.”
It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything, but I can’t sleep and I’m overthinking the past. So I decided to write this… enjoy :) I wrote this at 6AM I’m so sorry.
Setting: College AU
Summary: Natsu needed just one chance to prove to her that he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Lu-chan! You skipped out on the last party; you’re going to this one!” The petite student shouted at her dorm mate who just sighed at her words.
“I’m sorry Levy-chan, I have to study.”
Levy rolled her hazel eyes. “You and I know that’s a lie, it’s fall break! Don’t you want to have a little fun?” The blunette pouted. “Oh come on,” her pout turned into a knowing grin, “Natsu will be there.”
To Levy’s surprise, her dorm mate just shook her head instead of her face flushing like it normally would. “I’m not comfortable enough with everyone yet, I need time to adjust.”
Levy stayed silent for a moment, observing her best friends crestfallen expression. “This doesn’t have anything to do with the fact you feel left out… does it?”
Lucy blinked. “Why would you think that?”
The petite student scoffed. “Maybe the fact that we all grew up together and you came into our group just a few months ago?”
The way the blonde flinched at her accusation made her realize that was the reason.
Levy’s eyebrows scrunched in worry. “Lu-chan-”
“Maybe the next one Levy-chan.” Lucy muttered so softly the blunette was surprised she heard it.
Besides fighting back like she usually would, Levy decided to let it go just this once.
“Yeah… maybe the next one.”
“Who’s all pumped for this party?!” Natsu shouted to no one in particular.
“Calm down Flame Brain, you need all your energy when I decide to kick your sorry ass at beer pong.” Gray tainted with a smirk.
Natsu growled. “Oh yeah? You’re the one who’s going to get their ass kicked Stripper!”
“I wish Shrimp would hurry up, I’m tired of you two idiots already.” Gajeel grumbled earning the fighting duo’s full attention.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?!”
“That you two are the dumbest people I’ve ever met-”
“Sorry I’m late you guys!” Levy said coming up to the group of three. She didn’t miss the way her boyfriend muttered ‘about time’ and the way Natsu looked into the direction she came in.