Countdown 24

2011 - The Pocky year

Day 12, which has pianos

[This entry will be for me, because piano playing and melancholic memories make me think of Kyouya.]

12.12.11 14:38


Day 13, which is hijacked by Shu and tea and the outline of a story

I present you with the beginning of an Adventure, in which Shu suddenly appears out of nowhere on the Host Club's sofa and drinks Darjeeling. Upon being asked which kind of tea he would have to like next, he asks for a tea with a very special gingery-flowery-spicy-flavor and this leads to a discussion between him and Bossanova (who surprisingly knows a LOT about tea for no adequately explored reason).

Schatzi overhears. Schatzi takes notes. Schatzi takes a sip of the tea which Shu had ordered in her stead, when she looked at the meterlong menu with a very puzzled expression. It is DELICIOUS.

And so, when Schatzi asks him after the end of Shu's and Casanova's discussion, if he could tell her more about this Couscous-Ginger-Tea and how to make it herself (he had said something about tranquillizing properties. Perfect if Wibi once again was going on her nerves and would neither leave nor shut up), he invites her over to his place, to show her his own private garden in which he grows all the plants needed for his teas.

Schatzi is thrilled and of course takes the next train to Los Dramos. (I need to research who has a motorobike to pick her up.)

Shu lied about the garden. It really is a huge greenhouse. So huge, in fact, that it has roadsigns ("Azaleas to the left", "Spices from India to the right", "Sahara bushes in the desert zone" etc.). Schatzi gets lost once before she finds Shu bustling around a small green flower-thing he just planted into the ground.

"It's not a flower", he says, smiling at her cheekily, "but I won't tell you what it is. It's a surprise."

He throws a bit of sparkling magical dung over the flower and then leads Schatzi to the area with the real tea bushes. (The "area" continues on outside of the greenhouse. It covers an entire half hillside in terrasses.) Schatzi asks how many workers Shu pays to help him keep this up.

He answers: "None. I don't trust many people enough to handle my plants with as much care as they deserve." Which is why in chapter 3 he will give Schatzi a shovel and gloves, asking her to help him weed the fields. And she does so happily (and because he makes her curry-spiced revival tea afterwards. Brewed for ten seconds in boiling hot water, then transferred to water less hot and left simmering for another two minutes). Ren, who comes over for something, is told to just sit at the side and watch them. (He doesn't get bored, though. Damn iPhones are too entertaining.)

When Schatzi finally gets around to expressing her wish to drink a kind of tea that Shu has not invented yet (Oh the horror!), they start on their mission of "Find-the-magical-tea-that-will-help-Schatzi-write-the-perfect-first-draft-in-one-go".

[insert rest of story]

It will end with them being unsuccessful and Schatzi finding out that she can write this magical perfect first draft simply when Shu sleeps with his head on her lap. And a half-full cup of tea of any kind next to her, as long as Shu made it for her himself.

Awww, the kitsch. (I am sure Schatzi will love it.)

      

I am also quite sure that there is no good reason not to add sprinkles to your tea.

13.12.11 14:35


Day 9, which - again - features bunnies (kind of)

As I told you: Beware of the bunnies. 

9.12.11 14:38


Day 8, which has a beginning, a middle and an end

Ta-da-da-daaah! Heute, mein liebes Schatzi, bekommst du endlich Teile meines NaNoWriMo Meisterwerkes zu lesen. (Die einzigen Teile, die ich dich uneditiert lesen lassen kann - sprich, der Rest ist noch viel schlimmer. Und Elefanten kommen nicht vor.)

    

Working title: AMNESIA

Prologue

She woke up from sand stinging in her eyes. She opened them, blinked a few times and reached up with her hands to rub the small grains out of her eyelashes.

She was lying in the middle of a sand dune, around her nothing but wide, yellowish-brown sand for miles and miles and miles. It was halfdark, the last sunrays of the day were creeping around behind the high dunes to her left. She slowly sat up and looked around properly. Behind her was a small rock formation, a steep stone caved out to give at least a little shelter from the whisks of sand whirled around by the sharp wind.

She crept up against the stone, pressing her cheek against the still warm rock. She found herself wearing a long wide tunic and a scarf like the beduins from the Islands wore them, wound around their heads and faces as protection against sun and wind. Clusmily she imitated their style and wound it around her face. Next to where she had lain, she saw a large water flask and a sack, which turned out to be filled with long preservable pickled meat and bread. Realizing her hunger she ate and drank, but not too much, insticts telling her to save.

It might be a long journey.

She dug a small mousld into the sand next to stone and stowed the flask and sack away securely. Then she leaned back against the boulder and watching the patterns of the sand flowing over the last puddles of sunwashed dunes huddled more tightly into her tunic. She stuck her hands into the pockets to keep them warm and her right hand touched something. She pulled out a small crumpled paper, folded twice. Written on one side of the parchment were only two words.

Head East.

 

Somewhere in Chapter 1

Tamaki's face was pale as death in the moonlight shining through the broken windows. The rays of moonlight sparkled on the shards lying on the floor and danced around the two figures in the middle of the room, giving the scene the grotesque appearance of a statue cast in marble.

Kyouya didn't notice. Neither could he hear the noise of the soldiers running through the streets outside, throwing granades and bombs into random houses or the deafening explosions right across the street. The only thing he could see was Tamaki's face, the shadow of his long eyelashes falling onto his ashen cheeks, the only thing he could feel was the brush of Tamaki's hair against the back of his hand and the scary stillness of his body. He could think nothing.

Then Tamaki opened his eyes, blood-red and staring at Kyouya with hatred.

"You killed me."

"No!"

Kyouya found himself sitting upright in his bed, the aftersound of his yell lingering in his ears. He clutched at his heart, willing its fast beating to slow down. His nightshirt was soaked in cold sweat.

Again, the same dream. He always saw the same scene repeat itself before his mind's eyes and always it ended with his dead friends accusing words.

"You killed me."

Kyouya threw his blanket aside and got out of bed. Scrambling for his glasses, he went to the faucet to drink a few gulps of water, then pulled of his shirt. The night was warm enough anyway that he didn't it. Shoving aside one half of the window blinds, he let his eyes wander onto the streets of the city, deserted and empty. He found no comfort in them.

It was a clear sky and the full moon was shining brightly, the rays of moonlight sparkled on the shards lying on the floor-

He slammed the blinds shut again.

The watch in the grand hall of the house chimbed four. He sighed, gave up on any more sleep and threw over his nightgown. He might finish reading through the officers reports before breakfast.

     

Epilogue

Teylor's name was not mentioned aloud in their circle. But Robin hadn't forgotten him and neither had the Queen. As much as she had despised him in the moment she found out about his treason, he had been a loyal servant to her for many years. And she could understand his reason's only too well. She would have liked to find a loophole or some kind of excuse to get him out of prison, but the Sheeban law was one of the best and as Sheeba's Queen she would not go against it.

This did not keep her from turning a very blind eye to Robin's obvious planning activities and from accidentally mentioning where she had ordered Teylor to be kept.

When one dark night the prison was infiltrated without sound, without any trace, without even a flicker of light and the whisper of the wind that made the candle burn unsteadily came only from the guards sleepy breath and the next morning found Teylor gone, all the Queen said was "I see".

Then she sent for Robin and started having a very hypothetical talk about how nice it would be to have a faithful person who was able and willing enough to infiltrate into the Haibara Peninsula to figure out how much they were involved in the shemes of the East and how probably the danger of an attack by see and ships was from their side. Robin smiled and answered "Oh yes, that would be a valuable position, wouldn't it". Then Robin mysteriously disappeared for a few days, then as mysteriously reappeared without mentioning her absence with a single word and two weeks later the Queen recieved an anonymous letter, with a single sheet of paper and a white lotus petal, grown only in the regions of Haibara, inside.

As of now, there is no need to worry.
I pray for your forgiveness.

The Queen smiled and Prince Rhint, in passing by on his way to a fencing lesson, took the petal from her hands and fastened it into her hairband. Danyll from his ever observing position in the background took a picture of the beautiful contrast of the pure white on Lady Elaines dark hair.

Teylor felt a single tear run down his cheek when he found the picture in the dark envelope. He looked at it for hours and hours and hours, memorizing every smallest detail. Then he burned it, so it would never be a risk that might give him away, and vowed to bring her another lotus when the war was over and see the same picture again with his own eyes.

 

[So sieht ein First Draft aus. Aber er ist fertig. Meine einzige Frage an dich - wuerdest du es lesen?]

     

Die Kunst des Blaetterlesens kann man in Sheeba noch lernen. Der Grossmeister geht allerdings auf die 80 zu. Man sollte sich beeilen.

8.12.11 15:35


Day 7, in which directions to Wonderland can be found

Wonderland = selbstverstaendlich Animood. Hier die Wegbeschreibung (Google Maps hat Animood zum Glueck noch nicht kartographiert und deswegen gibt es keine Karte. Sonst haette ich erhebliche Probleme mit meinen staendigen Umdesignungen und Stadtviertelgruendungen und randomly Stadtpark mit grossen Teich und Universitaetsgelaende-Erfindungen).

Mystery Street laeuft direkt auf das Stadttor zu, du musst also nur immer geradeaus gehen (in etwa 20 Minuten, oder 3 per Hisagi-Motorrad-Taxi [Hisagi ist seit dem letzten Renji-Kommentar auch in die Gruppe der "Motorradbesitzer" aufgestiegen und ist deswegen ploetzlich haeufig in Matts Werkstatt anzutreffen. Ja, er faehrt ein bisschen rasanter - natuerlich nicht, wenn er Schatzi mitnimmt - aber eigentlich haengt er nur so laenge in der Werkstatt ab und trinkt ein kuehles Bier mit Matt, waehrend Tristan die eigentlichen Reparaturen macht, weil er hofft, dass Schatzi vorbeikommt, um Matt den mal wieder ausgeliehenen Gameboy (Ukimekidoki-Memorial 4 ist gerade herausgekommen!! Das musste Schatzi einfach spielen!) zurueckzugeben. Der ist zwar etwas abgegriffener als Yukios, aber vor Yukios Gameboy hat Schatzi seit Animood Adventure Season 9 ein bisschen Angst.]

Es gibt auch einen Bus, der direkt vom Illusion Square bis nach Animood faehrt, mit einem Zwischenstopp vor Gringotts auf Mystery Street, auf der Diagon Alley abgewandten Seite.

Und blau-aeugige Katzis sind nur fuer Nicht-Schatzis gefaehrlich. Schatzis werden sogar durch die geheimen Hintertueren und Seitengassen bis vor ihr / Puschels / Wibis / Ryomas / Kouichis / Uraharas Apartment gefuehrt (je nachdem, wo sie hinwill. Und welches Katzi sie gerade trifft).

[Wibis haben Kaibas iPhone-GPS-Signal gespeichert und folgen dem rotenblinkenden Puenktchen. Dass das sie nicht nur manchmal auf eine einsame kalte oede Wiese irgendwo im Nirgendwo fuehrt, verraet Wibi keinem.]

7.12.11 13:34


Day 6, in which someone eats muchos muchos cookies

And now I am waiting for the brilliant idea of "who am I talking about"? And why Espanol? Is it Eduardo or Cookie Monster on holidays?

...

On to Day 4, for which I had my epiphany yesterday at half past one in the morning. Be warned, this contains lots of Tamaki.

 

Rukia had told Pilika to take better care of her stuffed bunnies ...

6.12.11 07:28


Day 5, which has the terrible title "The 98% man theory"

    

And which also has the terrible fate of being written "another day" (when I have time). Uh-oh.

    

Dein Daily Drabble als Entschaedigung! Ich arbeite gedanklich schon wieder an noch einem anderen Adventure weiter!

Someone who wants my heart badly enough.

5.12.11 16:14


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