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rapacityinblue) wrote2011-12-25 07:35 am
rapacityinblue) wrote2011-12-25 07:35 am
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Title: Drive On
Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers
Spoilers: No
Rating: G
Pairing: Gen
Summary: Everyone goes to China! Shin and Nasuti are the designated drivers. Could be considered Duck!Fic.
Note: A Christmas fic for Mippa! Merry Christmas!
It wasn't like Shin didn't know how to drive. Quite the opposite, in fact, but the laid back trooper didn't mind taking a back seat. So to speak. It was Nasuti's car, and Seiji had Ideas about the way driving was Supposed to Be Done (Seiji had Ideas about a lot of things, really) and generally it was easier just to go with the flow than to fight for his turn behind the wheel.
But Shuten didn't know how to drive, and Nasuti had been driving for three hours already, and the others had gone with Shuu by airplane. On paper, designating a few of them to drive to Shuu's ancestral home had sounded like a good idea. Five hours into the trip, Shin wasn't so sure.
It had been fine when they both were sleeping.
"Nasuti! Stop that!" Shuten's deep baritone would have been enough to quell Shin into submission. He certainly didn't sound amused. But Nasuti only giggled.
"But I'm not doing anything!" She chirped, overly cheerful.
"Shin! Make her stop not touching me!"
"I'm driving," Shin explained patiently, for the third time. Shuu's siblings, all four of them plus him, were better behaved in a car than this.
There was a brief, silent lull, and then another giggle. Shuten demanded, "Shin!!"
"Please don't make me pull the car over," Shin wasn't above begging. "Shuten, meditate. Nasuti, just -- sit on your hands or something. Please."
She giggled again, and said, "Sorry, Shin," It what sounded like a contrite tone. He wasn't convinced.
Ten more minutes passed. And then -- "Your foot is on my side of the car." Shuten sounded almost disinterested, very perplexed, as if he couldn't figure out why Nasuti would do that.
"No it isn't," the young woman insisted.
"It is. Nasuti! Your feet are practically in my lap!"
Shin banged his head very softly against the steering wheel.
Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers
Spoilers: No
Rating: G
Pairing: Gen
Summary: Everyone goes to China! Shin and Nasuti are the designated drivers. Could be considered Duck!Fic.
Note: A Christmas fic for Mippa! Merry Christmas!
It wasn't like Shin didn't know how to drive. Quite the opposite, in fact, but the laid back trooper didn't mind taking a back seat. So to speak. It was Nasuti's car, and Seiji had Ideas about the way driving was Supposed to Be Done (Seiji had Ideas about a lot of things, really) and generally it was easier just to go with the flow than to fight for his turn behind the wheel.
But Shuten didn't know how to drive, and Nasuti had been driving for three hours already, and the others had gone with Shuu by airplane. On paper, designating a few of them to drive to Shuu's ancestral home had sounded like a good idea. Five hours into the trip, Shin wasn't so sure.
It had been fine when they both were sleeping.
"Nasuti! Stop that!" Shuten's deep baritone would have been enough to quell Shin into submission. He certainly didn't sound amused. But Nasuti only giggled.
"But I'm not doing anything!" She chirped, overly cheerful.
"Shin! Make her stop not touching me!"
"I'm driving," Shin explained patiently, for the third time. Shuu's siblings, all four of them plus him, were better behaved in a car than this.
There was a brief, silent lull, and then another giggle. Shuten demanded, "Shin!!"
"Please don't make me pull the car over," Shin wasn't above begging. "Shuten, meditate. Nasuti, just -- sit on your hands or something. Please."
She giggled again, and said, "Sorry, Shin," It what sounded like a contrite tone. He wasn't convinced.
Ten more minutes passed. And then -- "Your foot is on my side of the car." Shuten sounded almost disinterested, very perplexed, as if he couldn't figure out why Nasuti would do that.
"No it isn't," the young woman insisted.
"It is. Nasuti! Your feet are practically in my lap!"
Shin banged his head very softly against the steering wheel.