Kansaki Sou - Natural Disaster [KenEd]
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scriveynerTitle: natural disaster
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Musebox
Characters/Pairing: Kenshin, Kennichi, Rian
Rating: T
Length: 559
Summary: "Okay," Kenshin said, "I was gone an hour. Where's the couch?"
“Okay,” Kenshin said, hands on his hips as he surveyed what remained of the living room. “I was gone for an hour. Didn’t there used to be a couch in here?”
“A couch,” Rian said, sitting on the stairs with his chin in his hand. “A chair, a coffee table, some lamps…”
“Bookcases,” Kennichi chimed in.
“Bookcases,” Kenshin sighed. “I was gone for an hour.”
The living room was completely empty. Even the rug had been removed from the hardwood floor, leaving the room looking – and feeling – remarkably smaller. “I suppose I should be grateful for small miracles,” Kenshin murmured as he stood in the middle of the room. “Nothing is destroyed, just missing.” He looked over at Rian. “So whose fault is it?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” the younger alchemist said with a shrug. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if the perpetrator had blond hair.”
Kennichi was in his wolf form, sitting two stairs higher than Rian, his head poked between the banister rails. His ears were standing upright, watching Kenshin cautiously. “He’d be right,” he said.
Kenshin looked at the werewolf wearily. “Which one was it?”
An ear flicked, Kennichi considered the question. “Would it be inappropriate to tattle on them?” he asked rhetorically.
“Which one was it?” Kenshin repeated flatly, and Kennichi sneezed, shaking his head violently in response.
“All of them,” he said.
“All-?” Kenshin repeated. “All of them. Of course. All of them.”
Rian was counting on his fingers. “How many of them are all of them?”
“Five,” Kennichi responded.
Kenshin was counting too. “Five? Or six?”
“Five,” Kennichi said. “Nick doesn’t count and he’s smart enough to stay out of it.”
“Why are – why did all five of them take the living room furniture?” Kenshin asked.
“Do you really want that question answered?” Rian asked.
Kenshin sighed. “They took the living room furniture. Where ARE they?”
“Do you really want that question answered?”
Kenshin glowered at Rian. “Are you taking their side or something?”
“No, I’m just asking a simple question,” Rian said.
“I’m going to kill him,” Kenshin muttered. “I’m going to kill the ringleader, and I’m willing to bet I know who the ringleader is.”
Roy stuck his head through the doorway. “So, uh. I didn’t want to be the one to say it, but is there a reason the couch is out on the lawn?”
“I’m going to kill them all,” Kenshin said. “And mount their heads as trophies.”
“Hey,” Rian said indignantly. “I like mine. Don’t behead him. Take his automail or something.”
“I like mine too,” Kenshin said. “I’m still going to kill him.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Musebox
Characters/Pairing: Kenshin, Kennichi, Rian
Rating: T
Length: 559
Summary: "Okay," Kenshin said, "I was gone an hour. Where's the couch?"
“Okay,” Kenshin said, hands on his hips as he surveyed what remained of the living room. “I was gone for an hour. Didn’t there used to be a couch in here?”
“A couch,” Rian said, sitting on the stairs with his chin in his hand. “A chair, a coffee table, some lamps…”
“Bookcases,” Kennichi chimed in.
“Bookcases,” Kenshin sighed. “I was gone for an hour.”
The living room was completely empty. Even the rug had been removed from the hardwood floor, leaving the room looking – and feeling – remarkably smaller. “I suppose I should be grateful for small miracles,” Kenshin murmured as he stood in the middle of the room. “Nothing is destroyed, just missing.” He looked over at Rian. “So whose fault is it?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” the younger alchemist said with a shrug. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if the perpetrator had blond hair.”
Kennichi was in his wolf form, sitting two stairs higher than Rian, his head poked between the banister rails. His ears were standing upright, watching Kenshin cautiously. “He’d be right,” he said.
Kenshin looked at the werewolf wearily. “Which one was it?”
An ear flicked, Kennichi considered the question. “Would it be inappropriate to tattle on them?” he asked rhetorically.
“Which one was it?” Kenshin repeated flatly, and Kennichi sneezed, shaking his head violently in response.
“All of them,” he said.
“All-?” Kenshin repeated. “All of them. Of course. All of them.”
Rian was counting on his fingers. “How many of them are all of them?”
“Five,” Kennichi responded.
Kenshin was counting too. “Five? Or six?”
“Five,” Kennichi said. “Nick doesn’t count and he’s smart enough to stay out of it.”
“Why are – why did all five of them take the living room furniture?” Kenshin asked.
“Do you really want that question answered?” Rian asked.
Kenshin sighed. “They took the living room furniture. Where ARE they?”
“Do you really want that question answered?”
Kenshin glowered at Rian. “Are you taking their side or something?”
“No, I’m just asking a simple question,” Rian said.
“I’m going to kill him,” Kenshin muttered. “I’m going to kill the ringleader, and I’m willing to bet I know who the ringleader is.”
Roy stuck his head through the doorway. “So, uh. I didn’t want to be the one to say it, but is there a reason the couch is out on the lawn?”
“I’m going to kill them all,” Kenshin said. “And mount their heads as trophies.”
“Hey,” Rian said indignantly. “I like mine. Don’t behead him. Take his automail or something.”
“I like mine too,” Kenshin said. “I’m still going to kill him.”
