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Tea and Antipathy (1/1)
Oct. 3rd, 2012 05:17 pmFandom: Negima! Magister Negi Magi
Title: Tea and Antipathy
Genre: Gen, Romance-if-you-squint
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Chisame Hasegawa, Chachamaru Karakuri
Word Count: ~4,100
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of the manga, Chisame's potty mouth
Summary: Several years after the end of the manga, Chisame has settled comfortably into her life as a hikikomori and sees no real reason to change - until, that is, an unexpected visitor comes along to throw a monkey wrench into everything. Typical, really. You'd think she'd expect it by now. Originally a prompt fic on tumblr.
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Every day it's the same routine: Wake up and roll out of bed. In the process of doing so, bang your knee on the bedside table. Curse. Proceed to shamble into the bathroom like the maladjusted sleep zombie you are. Brush your teeth and - only if you feel like it - your hair.
You don't feel like it today.
Next, somehow find your way into the kitchen. Drop the tea kettle on your foot. Curse again. Finally succeed in making some tea. Take the first sip; it's not completely terrible, and at last you actually feel alive.
Well, sort of. For certain values of "alive."
Contemplate changing out of your pajamas. Laugh. After all, it's not like you're planning on going outside anytime soon. Briefly stop to figure out why that is. Oh, that's right! You remember now.
Weirdos. Weirdos everywhere.
Ever since the world found out about the existence of magic, you can't get away from it anymore. Weirdness is everywhere. Everywhere except your nice, dark, cozy apartment - which is exactly why you're not planning on going outside anytime soon. You had your fill of weirdness back when you were stranded in the Magic World. And, sure, you've come to terms with the fact that magic exists and, okay, it's not the worst thing ever the way you always made it out to be. But still… that doesn't mean you actually have to do anything about it. You weren't exactly sociable before all the weirdness started, so why should you go out of your way to do it now? And, okay, maybe your frien… uh, classmates back at Mahora weren't quite as intolerable as you had always thought. So what? They're all out leading exciting, interesting lives. Why bother them with… whatever it is you might bother them with? Besides, it's not like you're not doing your part to change the world. You just prefer to stay behind the scenes.
So that settles it. No going outside again today. After all, you wouldn't want to become a target. You might get dragged back into all of the weirdness if that happened. No, best to play a supporting role from the safety of your computer.
Oh, computer. May it never leave you.
Speaking of which, it's about time in your daily routine to sit down at your desk and turn on your laptop. You'll probably spend most of the day on it. That is until halfway through your seventh flame war of the day, when you'll start to wonder why you're so much crankier and more aggressive than usual. Then you'll realize you're not wearing your glasses and, oh, you also have a killer headache because of it. You'll decide to take a break from the computer and grab a snack, whereupon you'll probably crash on the couch and stare at the ceiling for a half an hour. Then you'll get bored again and decide to play video games.
That never lasts very long, though.
Not anymore.
Video games have always been an escape, a way to forget about the world. Now the world is just as weird as your games, though. Somehow the appeal just isn't there anymore.
After a futile fifteen minutes you'll give up and get back on your computer, where you're not constantly reminded of the fact that the world's gone mad. Mad and weird. Hours will pass, and you'll realize after the tenth time you've yawned that you've stayed up way too late again. As you crawl back into bed, you'll happen to glance at the framed photo of class 3-A's graduation that sits on your nightstand, and you'll have to turn away just as quickly. You have no idea why you still have that thing there, except maybe that it's a symbol of every reason you never leave the house anymore - and sometimes you just really need a reminder.
You roll over and pull the covers up, ready to fall asleep so that you can wake up and start the whole cycle over again and pretend it's enough. Lather, rinse, repeat. Every day it's the same routine.
Except for today.
( Today, you're in the 'futile fifteen minutes of attempting to play video games' stage of your daily schedule when there's a knock on the door. )
Title: Tea and Antipathy
Genre: Gen, Romance-if-you-squint
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Chisame Hasegawa, Chachamaru Karakuri
Word Count: ~4,100
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of the manga, Chisame's potty mouth
Summary: Several years after the end of the manga, Chisame has settled comfortably into her life as a hikikomori and sees no real reason to change - until, that is, an unexpected visitor comes along to throw a monkey wrench into everything. Typical, really. You'd think she'd expect it by now. Originally a prompt fic on tumblr.
-- -- --
Every day it's the same routine: Wake up and roll out of bed. In the process of doing so, bang your knee on the bedside table. Curse. Proceed to shamble into the bathroom like the maladjusted sleep zombie you are. Brush your teeth and - only if you feel like it - your hair.
You don't feel like it today.
Next, somehow find your way into the kitchen. Drop the tea kettle on your foot. Curse again. Finally succeed in making some tea. Take the first sip; it's not completely terrible, and at last you actually feel alive.
Well, sort of. For certain values of "alive."
Contemplate changing out of your pajamas. Laugh. After all, it's not like you're planning on going outside anytime soon. Briefly stop to figure out why that is. Oh, that's right! You remember now.
Weirdos. Weirdos everywhere.
Ever since the world found out about the existence of magic, you can't get away from it anymore. Weirdness is everywhere. Everywhere except your nice, dark, cozy apartment - which is exactly why you're not planning on going outside anytime soon. You had your fill of weirdness back when you were stranded in the Magic World. And, sure, you've come to terms with the fact that magic exists and, okay, it's not the worst thing ever the way you always made it out to be. But still… that doesn't mean you actually have to do anything about it. You weren't exactly sociable before all the weirdness started, so why should you go out of your way to do it now? And, okay, maybe your frien… uh, classmates back at Mahora weren't quite as intolerable as you had always thought. So what? They're all out leading exciting, interesting lives. Why bother them with… whatever it is you might bother them with? Besides, it's not like you're not doing your part to change the world. You just prefer to stay behind the scenes.
So that settles it. No going outside again today. After all, you wouldn't want to become a target. You might get dragged back into all of the weirdness if that happened. No, best to play a supporting role from the safety of your computer.
Oh, computer. May it never leave you.
Speaking of which, it's about time in your daily routine to sit down at your desk and turn on your laptop. You'll probably spend most of the day on it. That is until halfway through your seventh flame war of the day, when you'll start to wonder why you're so much crankier and more aggressive than usual. Then you'll realize you're not wearing your glasses and, oh, you also have a killer headache because of it. You'll decide to take a break from the computer and grab a snack, whereupon you'll probably crash on the couch and stare at the ceiling for a half an hour. Then you'll get bored again and decide to play video games.
That never lasts very long, though.
Not anymore.
Video games have always been an escape, a way to forget about the world. Now the world is just as weird as your games, though. Somehow the appeal just isn't there anymore.
After a futile fifteen minutes you'll give up and get back on your computer, where you're not constantly reminded of the fact that the world's gone mad. Mad and weird. Hours will pass, and you'll realize after the tenth time you've yawned that you've stayed up way too late again. As you crawl back into bed, you'll happen to glance at the framed photo of class 3-A's graduation that sits on your nightstand, and you'll have to turn away just as quickly. You have no idea why you still have that thing there, except maybe that it's a symbol of every reason you never leave the house anymore - and sometimes you just really need a reminder.
You roll over and pull the covers up, ready to fall asleep so that you can wake up and start the whole cycle over again and pretend it's enough. Lather, rinse, repeat. Every day it's the same routine.
Except for today.
( Today, you're in the 'futile fifteen minutes of attempting to play video games' stage of your daily schedule when there's a knock on the door. )
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