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storypaint) wrote2009-01-07 08:44 pm
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Harmonic (xxxHOLiC gen)
Title: Harmonic
Day/Theme: Oct 24 // once more, with feeling
Series: xxxHOLiC
Character/Pairing: ensemble gen
Rating: G
Author's Note: There is absolutely no excuse for this beyond the fact that I really wanted to write a marching band AU. Please forgive me.
Excerpt: "Show him again, Doumeki," Yuuko commanded, and obligingly, Doumeki snapped his trumpet into the proper stance and marched back and forth smoothly, as though his feet were on wheels or the ground had been greased.
As the music stomped to a stop, a sharp silence overtook the playing field. It lasted for exactly three seconds as the marching band made an attempt to catch their collective breaths while remaining still.
The silence was soon broken by the tall woman with a bullhorn.
"Once more, with feeling!" she shouted. "Where is your heart? Watanuki!"
Watanuki lowered his trumpet a fraction of an inch.
"Did I tell you to move?" she demanded into the bullhorn. Watanuki froze again.
"At ease!" she barked after another long moment, and everyone relaxed. Well, Watanuki was stiff as ever, but that was no surprise.
"Watanuki," Yuuko said then, striding onto the field, "you're putting too much emotion into this. You have to move smoothly. Watch Doumeki."
Watanuki muttered under his breath and she fixed him with sharp eyes.
"I thought you wanted feeling," he said sullenly.
"In the music, not in your feet," she chastised. "Doumeki!" she called, and the other trumpet player broke the line. Watanuki glared as he approached.
"Show him again, Doumeki," Yuuko commanded, and obligingly, Doumeki snapped his trumpet into the proper stance and marched back and forth smoothly, as though his feet were on wheels or the ground had been greased.
"Yes, yes, I've seen it," Watanuki growled. "Mr. No-Expression over there does very well. Whatever. I hate being in line next to him."
"Oh, but Watanuki," Yuuko said, leaning forward and tweaking his nose, "you must be nice to your section leader. He is in charge of you for all marching season."
"I should have joined the color guard," Watanuki replied.
"I don't think Kunogi would like you more even if you joined her section," Doumeki said, his face blank. Watanuki sprang forward in rage, but Yuuko put out a foot and tripped him.
"Save the hijinks for after practice," she commanded, and lifted the bullhorn to her face again.
"Set one!" she called. "Go back to the beginning!"
The rest of the band trudged off to find their places, but Watanuki grabbed Doumeki's sleeve.
"What are you saying about Himawari-chan?" he glared. "She is much too perfect for the likes of you, Doumeki Shizuka."
"Colorguard never dates brass," Doumeki observed, unperturbed, and Watanuki was forced to stomp angrily to his proper starting spot next to Doumeki.
"I hate you," he muttered around the trumpet at his lips, and Doumeki was passive, as usual.
"With feeling!" Yuuko shouted through the bullhorn, counting them off, and Watanuki let the sweat drip down his neck, waiting for practice to end.
Day/Theme: Oct 24 // once more, with feeling
Series: xxxHOLiC
Character/Pairing: ensemble gen
Rating: G
Author's Note: There is absolutely no excuse for this beyond the fact that I really wanted to write a marching band AU. Please forgive me.
Excerpt: "Show him again, Doumeki," Yuuko commanded, and obligingly, Doumeki snapped his trumpet into the proper stance and marched back and forth smoothly, as though his feet were on wheels or the ground had been greased.
As the music stomped to a stop, a sharp silence overtook the playing field. It lasted for exactly three seconds as the marching band made an attempt to catch their collective breaths while remaining still.
The silence was soon broken by the tall woman with a bullhorn.
"Once more, with feeling!" she shouted. "Where is your heart? Watanuki!"
Watanuki lowered his trumpet a fraction of an inch.
"Did I tell you to move?" she demanded into the bullhorn. Watanuki froze again.
"At ease!" she barked after another long moment, and everyone relaxed. Well, Watanuki was stiff as ever, but that was no surprise.
"Watanuki," Yuuko said then, striding onto the field, "you're putting too much emotion into this. You have to move smoothly. Watch Doumeki."
Watanuki muttered under his breath and she fixed him with sharp eyes.
"I thought you wanted feeling," he said sullenly.
"In the music, not in your feet," she chastised. "Doumeki!" she called, and the other trumpet player broke the line. Watanuki glared as he approached.
"Show him again, Doumeki," Yuuko commanded, and obligingly, Doumeki snapped his trumpet into the proper stance and marched back and forth smoothly, as though his feet were on wheels or the ground had been greased.
"Yes, yes, I've seen it," Watanuki growled. "Mr. No-Expression over there does very well. Whatever. I hate being in line next to him."
"Oh, but Watanuki," Yuuko said, leaning forward and tweaking his nose, "you must be nice to your section leader. He is in charge of you for all marching season."
"I should have joined the color guard," Watanuki replied.
"I don't think Kunogi would like you more even if you joined her section," Doumeki said, his face blank. Watanuki sprang forward in rage, but Yuuko put out a foot and tripped him.
"Save the hijinks for after practice," she commanded, and lifted the bullhorn to her face again.
"Set one!" she called. "Go back to the beginning!"
The rest of the band trudged off to find their places, but Watanuki grabbed Doumeki's sleeve.
"What are you saying about Himawari-chan?" he glared. "She is much too perfect for the likes of you, Doumeki Shizuka."
"Colorguard never dates brass," Doumeki observed, unperturbed, and Watanuki was forced to stomp angrily to his proper starting spot next to Doumeki.
"I hate you," he muttered around the trumpet at his lips, and Doumeki was passive, as usual.
"With feeling!" Yuuko shouted through the bullhorn, counting them off, and Watanuki let the sweat drip down his neck, waiting for practice to end.