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sophinisba) wrote2007-10-05 03:14 pm
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Heroes drabbles
Molly drabble, no prompt, 100 words, gen, PG.
Close Enough to Touch
Molly likes knowing where Mohinder is. She and Matt have made a routine of finding him now, the last thing they do before she goes to bed. He brings her the globe and she spins and stops it on its axis, touches the surface with her finger and reads the words out loud: Washington, Madras, Port-au-Prince.
Yes, she'd rather have him here in New York, cooking her dinner and tucking her in at night. When he leaves he always says he'll come back, but she knows he can't promise that. She just has to settle for knowing he's still alive.
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rubynye, 500 words (five drabbles), Hiro/various, PG.
Five Kisses for Hiro
Kimiko said she and her friends needed practice, and Hiro would have to help them out.
"But you can't kiss," said Ando (who was his best friend even then, but was sometimes very selfish for a best friend), "you're brother and sister!"
Kimiko shrugged but agreed to practice on Ando instead, which had of course been Ando's plan.
So Hiro got to kiss three of his sister's girlfriends, which might have been nice (they were all very pretty) if they hadn't been giggling quite so much.
Then after they left, Hiro told Ando, "I think I need some more practice."
At first Charlie called Hiro "sweet", and at first that made him happy. (Ecstatic, actually.)
She was the friendliest person he'd met in this country, and the first person who really listened when he talked. She'd beam at him and say, "What a nice story!"
But after a while sweet and nice and kawaii wasn't enough to make Hiro smile back. How can you save someone's life if they think you're cute? How can you stand being in love if they turn every attempted kiss into a hug? Saving the world would be easier than making her love him back.
Kissing Yaeko with time stopped would be like kissing a statue – the most beautiful statue he'd ever seen, but still, a little strange.
Kissing Yaeko in real time was more tempting. If Kensei couldn't be a hero for her, maybe Hiro could. He'd already interfered with the past, so why not live with the consequences? If he could stop time, why couldn't he stop in time, live out a happy seventeenth-century life with the swordsmith's daughter by his side?
But it wouldn't be right. His friends in the future needed him. And there would be other kisses in the future.
In another life, another future, another knotted thread of time, Ando and all his other friends are gone and Hiro is (was, could be will have been) that terrible kind of hero who sleeps alone, plots alone, and kills without weeping or even looking back. His dreams are dark and when he dreams of sex it's only that: skin and hair and organs and liquids, pain and pressure and ache and release, and the mouth that kisses him has no face, and the man who dreams has no heart. When he dreams of death he hopes he won't wake up.
Hiro's traveled through time and made his way out of impossible situations often enough that he doesn't despair anymore. He misses Ando, how could he not, but he knows soon enough they'll be together again, and when they are Hiro will stop wasting time.
"Ando," he'll say, even if it seems awkward or ill-timed, even if the world appears to be ending, "you're the one I love the most. My destiny is to be with you." Then Ando will nod and touch the side of Hiro's face, and when their lips come together the troubled universe will find its peace.
Close Enough to Touch
Molly likes knowing where Mohinder is. She and Matt have made a routine of finding him now, the last thing they do before she goes to bed. He brings her the globe and she spins and stops it on its axis, touches the surface with her finger and reads the words out loud: Washington, Madras, Port-au-Prince.
Yes, she'd rather have him here in New York, cooking her dinner and tucking her in at night. When he leaves he always says he'll come back, but she knows he can't promise that. She just has to settle for knowing he's still alive.
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rubynye, 500 words (five drabbles), Hiro/various, PG.Five Kisses for Hiro
Kimiko said she and her friends needed practice, and Hiro would have to help them out.
"But you can't kiss," said Ando (who was his best friend even then, but was sometimes very selfish for a best friend), "you're brother and sister!"
Kimiko shrugged but agreed to practice on Ando instead, which had of course been Ando's plan.
So Hiro got to kiss three of his sister's girlfriends, which might have been nice (they were all very pretty) if they hadn't been giggling quite so much.
Then after they left, Hiro told Ando, "I think I need some more practice."
At first Charlie called Hiro "sweet", and at first that made him happy. (Ecstatic, actually.)
She was the friendliest person he'd met in this country, and the first person who really listened when he talked. She'd beam at him and say, "What a nice story!"
But after a while sweet and nice and kawaii wasn't enough to make Hiro smile back. How can you save someone's life if they think you're cute? How can you stand being in love if they turn every attempted kiss into a hug? Saving the world would be easier than making her love him back.
Kissing Yaeko with time stopped would be like kissing a statue – the most beautiful statue he'd ever seen, but still, a little strange.
Kissing Yaeko in real time was more tempting. If Kensei couldn't be a hero for her, maybe Hiro could. He'd already interfered with the past, so why not live with the consequences? If he could stop time, why couldn't he stop in time, live out a happy seventeenth-century life with the swordsmith's daughter by his side?
But it wouldn't be right. His friends in the future needed him. And there would be other kisses in the future.
In another life, another future, another knotted thread of time, Ando and all his other friends are gone and Hiro is (was, could be will have been) that terrible kind of hero who sleeps alone, plots alone, and kills without weeping or even looking back. His dreams are dark and when he dreams of sex it's only that: skin and hair and organs and liquids, pain and pressure and ache and release, and the mouth that kisses him has no face, and the man who dreams has no heart. When he dreams of death he hopes he won't wake up.
Hiro's traveled through time and made his way out of impossible situations often enough that he doesn't despair anymore. He misses Ando, how could he not, but he knows soon enough they'll be together again, and when they are Hiro will stop wasting time.
"Ando," he'll say, even if it seems awkward or ill-timed, even if the world appears to be ending, "you're the one I love the most. My destiny is to be with you." Then Ando will nod and touch the side of Hiro's face, and when their lips come together the troubled universe will find its peace.
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But yay, I'm glad you liked my drabbles!
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And what I love about the Hiro ones is the way they progress, from young fumblings to adult certainty, and how we get to see all these different sides to Hiro. I want to quote the entirety of the FYG part back at you because it's so effectively chilling and heartbreaking all at once. And this line made my heart just *melt*: and when their lips come together the troubled universe will find its peace. ♥!
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