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dangermousieYes, it's fic. For Tokyo Juliet. Actually it's two short ficlets, and one of them is a x-over with Love Contract (because). It's an unusual format for me, so no idea if any good so concrit welcome.
Title: Top 10 Favorite Things, Compiled (As if. There’s better things to do) by Lin Lai Sui.
Fandom: Tokyo Juliet (spoilers through 5 or 6. Really vague though).
Sui is not really into lists. However, if she was compiling her list of Top 10 favorite things, they would probably be:
1. Drawing in the colors for her designs. Out of the whole process, picking the colors, seeing them bright in her head and coming alive on paper, is her favorite thing. Her fingers get smudged all different colors every night.
2. Walking down the street with Liang. Namely, all the girls looking at Liang and Liang looking at her. She doesn’t need external validation that Liang is hot (she is not blind, thank you). She doesn’t need validation that Liang prefers her, either (she gets ample proof of that in private, thank you again). But yes, she is competitive. And no, it’s not just in her work.
3. Color blue. She doesn’t know why.
4. Drinking beer with Pei Mi Zi. She hasn’t decided if it’s because of Pei Mi Zi or the beer. Depends on how good the beer is, she supposes. Awww heck, who is she kidding. Girl talk. She loves girl talk.
5. Long dangly earrings. She read somewhere that long earrings make you look more elegant and sophisticated. So she started wearing them. In fourth grade. Hey, she grew into them, all right?
6. Cookies. Sugar and crumbs and so bad for you and she better eat all she can while her metabolism is still good.
7. Keeping the alarm clock on her side of the bed. Because that means that Liang has to reach over to set it. Sometimes, that process takes a really long time. A really really REALLY long time. Somehow Sui manages to be remarkably patient.
8. Necklaces. Hers AND Liang’s. Guys call it something manlier, she is sure, but hey, they both dangle from your neck, so they are necklaces to her.
9. Love bites. Come on, does she really need to explain?
10. Not making lists.
Title: Saved
A/N: This is a Love Contract/Tokyo Juliet cross-over. Why? No idea. But hey, both Sui and Feng live in Taipei. And they are both played by Ariel Lin. So there.
Spoilers: Through ep 20 of LC and through ep 7/8 of TJ.
Sui is running late and Liang is already home and he is going to get impatient and she is still new to that whole dating-living together thing so a waiting-for-Sui Liang is a minor calamity and not a point of pride.
Add to this the fact that both her arms are full (yup, grocery shopping is still exciting at this stage) and a minor disaster is only narrowly averted as her bags almost tumble out of her arms and she almost slams into someone’s back as the light changes from green to red. She has a brief and horrifying vision of the paper bags falling, fruit spilling out on the ground crushed and inedible, rice bag split and scattered every which way, and, worst of all, that little box of condoms lying on the asphalt in plain sight, visible to every passerby.
Yeah. She’d shudder if that wouldn’t make the damn bags collapse for sure.
She looks up at the still red-light and scans the pedestrians on the opposite side in a cursory fashion. And then she sees them. What she first notices is the guy. Sui might be taken but she isn’t blind, and damn, the boy is good-looking. He looks stressed and unhappy though, probably because he is too young to have a crummy dead-end job like pushing someone’s wheelchair. Or what if it’s a relative? That’s even worse.
Her eyes move past him, to a tired looking businessman next to him, sweatily correcting his tie, to a woman with a small hyper kid who is jumping up and down. Then her eyes scan back and find the stranger with the wheelchair again. Sui always liked people watching and sees no reason to stop.
She sees the guy touch the hair that has fallen on the girl’s face. And yes, it’s a girl in the wheelchair, and as far as she can tell, a young one. Her age, Sui realizes with an unpleasant little start. The gesture is deliberate and tender and tentative all at once. His fingers cling as if he doesn’t want to end the contact, and she is trapped in his self-sufficient world of misery and all of a sudden Sui wants to look away. She is glad she can’t see his eyes too well.
So instead she looks at the girl, whose face is now open to view, unobstracted by hair. And now these damn bags are definitely going to tumble down. She fights a silly impulse to close her eyes. It’s like looking into a twisted mirror. Twisted, shattered, shuttered mirror that is. With a bad haircut and a worse make-up job. She tries to shrug it off with an internal retort, but it falls dead even inside her head. It’s the closest Sui ever came to seeing her own ghost. She averts her face, she can’t help it, and walks by as fast as she can. Luckily, the guy is not looking around but staring straight ahead (she has a funny feeling that he is not seeing much though) so he doesn’t see her.
Can this possibly get any more surreal? She doesn’t want to find out.
Safely across the street, she puts everything down and reaches for her wallet, fumbling just a bit (her hands aren't shaking, it's just sweat. Honest). Not much money in it but it will do.
Jumping up and down on her toes, Sui hails a taxi. Half an hour walk, saved. She’ll be home in ten minutes, tops, now.
Woeful unjustified extravagance and she will have to scrimp for the rest of the week.
But it’s worth it. All of a sudden, she simply must see Liang.
Title: Top 10 Favorite Things, Compiled (As if. There’s better things to do) by Lin Lai Sui.
Fandom: Tokyo Juliet (spoilers through 5 or 6. Really vague though).
Sui is not really into lists. However, if she was compiling her list of Top 10 favorite things, they would probably be:
1. Drawing in the colors for her designs. Out of the whole process, picking the colors, seeing them bright in her head and coming alive on paper, is her favorite thing. Her fingers get smudged all different colors every night.
2. Walking down the street with Liang. Namely, all the girls looking at Liang and Liang looking at her. She doesn’t need external validation that Liang is hot (she is not blind, thank you). She doesn’t need validation that Liang prefers her, either (she gets ample proof of that in private, thank you again). But yes, she is competitive. And no, it’s not just in her work.
3. Color blue. She doesn’t know why.
4. Drinking beer with Pei Mi Zi. She hasn’t decided if it’s because of Pei Mi Zi or the beer. Depends on how good the beer is, she supposes. Awww heck, who is she kidding. Girl talk. She loves girl talk.
5. Long dangly earrings. She read somewhere that long earrings make you look more elegant and sophisticated. So she started wearing them. In fourth grade. Hey, she grew into them, all right?
6. Cookies. Sugar and crumbs and so bad for you and she better eat all she can while her metabolism is still good.
7. Keeping the alarm clock on her side of the bed. Because that means that Liang has to reach over to set it. Sometimes, that process takes a really long time. A really really REALLY long time. Somehow Sui manages to be remarkably patient.
8. Necklaces. Hers AND Liang’s. Guys call it something manlier, she is sure, but hey, they both dangle from your neck, so they are necklaces to her.
9. Love bites. Come on, does she really need to explain?
10. Not making lists.
Title: Saved
A/N: This is a Love Contract/Tokyo Juliet cross-over. Why? No idea. But hey, both Sui and Feng live in Taipei. And they are both played by Ariel Lin. So there.
Spoilers: Through ep 20 of LC and through ep 7/8 of TJ.
Sui is running late and Liang is already home and he is going to get impatient and she is still new to that whole dating-living together thing so a waiting-for-Sui Liang is a minor calamity and not a point of pride.
Add to this the fact that both her arms are full (yup, grocery shopping is still exciting at this stage) and a minor disaster is only narrowly averted as her bags almost tumble out of her arms and she almost slams into someone’s back as the light changes from green to red. She has a brief and horrifying vision of the paper bags falling, fruit spilling out on the ground crushed and inedible, rice bag split and scattered every which way, and, worst of all, that little box of condoms lying on the asphalt in plain sight, visible to every passerby.
Yeah. She’d shudder if that wouldn’t make the damn bags collapse for sure.
She looks up at the still red-light and scans the pedestrians on the opposite side in a cursory fashion. And then she sees them. What she first notices is the guy. Sui might be taken but she isn’t blind, and damn, the boy is good-looking. He looks stressed and unhappy though, probably because he is too young to have a crummy dead-end job like pushing someone’s wheelchair. Or what if it’s a relative? That’s even worse.
Her eyes move past him, to a tired looking businessman next to him, sweatily correcting his tie, to a woman with a small hyper kid who is jumping up and down. Then her eyes scan back and find the stranger with the wheelchair again. Sui always liked people watching and sees no reason to stop.
She sees the guy touch the hair that has fallen on the girl’s face. And yes, it’s a girl in the wheelchair, and as far as she can tell, a young one. Her age, Sui realizes with an unpleasant little start. The gesture is deliberate and tender and tentative all at once. His fingers cling as if he doesn’t want to end the contact, and she is trapped in his self-sufficient world of misery and all of a sudden Sui wants to look away. She is glad she can’t see his eyes too well.
So instead she looks at the girl, whose face is now open to view, unobstracted by hair. And now these damn bags are definitely going to tumble down. She fights a silly impulse to close her eyes. It’s like looking into a twisted mirror. Twisted, shattered, shuttered mirror that is. With a bad haircut and a worse make-up job. She tries to shrug it off with an internal retort, but it falls dead even inside her head. It’s the closest Sui ever came to seeing her own ghost. She averts her face, she can’t help it, and walks by as fast as she can. Luckily, the guy is not looking around but staring straight ahead (she has a funny feeling that he is not seeing much though) so he doesn’t see her.
Can this possibly get any more surreal? She doesn’t want to find out.
Safely across the street, she puts everything down and reaches for her wallet, fumbling just a bit (her hands aren't shaking, it's just sweat. Honest). Not much money in it but it will do.
Jumping up and down on her toes, Sui hails a taxi. Half an hour walk, saved. She’ll be home in ten minutes, tops, now.
Woeful unjustified extravagance and she will have to scrimp for the rest of the week.
But it’s worth it. All of a sudden, she simply must see Liang.
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Date: 2006-09-26 08:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-26 01:28 pm (UTC)Well, at least she didn't bump into XQ as well :P