Hayate and Yuugao's Birthdays!
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chuunin_archiveSince everyone knows yesterday was Gekkou Hayate's birthday, and today is Uzuki Yuugao's birthday, I wanted to post a few icons and a really quickly written drabble for the occasion! ^^
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Birthdays for ninja are a little more important than with most civilians. Ask a shop owner how old she is and she’ll probably tell you that it’s either none of your business, or that it’s rude to ask a lady her age. Ask a woman the same age, but ninja by occupation, and she will gladly tell you that yes, she is forty three, and still kicking, thanks for asking.
For ninja, a birthday is proof of one more year alive. One more year that you beat your enemies, and one more year of fulfilling your duty. You’ve done well, and you should celebrate. Most do. A ninja usually dies young, and you just have to live it up.
Yuugao had always found it funny that her lover’s birthday was a day before her own, albeit a year before. They usually did something nice to celebrate on their own, and then something with friends. Every birthday was special, because it was another they had with each other, and each year was one more chance to live to the fullest.
But Yuugao didn’t do much on her birthday anymore. She packed a lunch for two, along with some cough drops, and walked to the memorial. She prayed, and then ate, laying out Hayate’s food as if he were right there with her. On this particular day, her twenty fourth, and yesterday his twenty fifth, she stood as the sun began to set, and watched as a breeze blew one of the cough drops against the memorial. Smiling, Yuugao repacked the food, leaving the cough drop and walking away.
Maybe next year she would celebrate with cake.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HAYATE AND YUUGAO!
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05. Birthdays for ninja are a little more important than with most civilians. Ask a shop owner how old she is and she’ll probably tell you that it’s either none of your business, or that it’s rude to ask a lady her age. Ask a woman the same age, but ninja by occupation, and she will gladly tell you that yes, she is forty three, and still kicking, thanks for asking.
For ninja, a birthday is proof of one more year alive. One more year that you beat your enemies, and one more year of fulfilling your duty. You’ve done well, and you should celebrate. Most do. A ninja usually dies young, and you just have to live it up.
Yuugao had always found it funny that her lover’s birthday was a day before her own, albeit a year before. They usually did something nice to celebrate on their own, and then something with friends. Every birthday was special, because it was another they had with each other, and each year was one more chance to live to the fullest.
But Yuugao didn’t do much on her birthday anymore. She packed a lunch for two, along with some cough drops, and walked to the memorial. She prayed, and then ate, laying out Hayate’s food as if he were right there with her. On this particular day, her twenty fourth, and yesterday his twenty fifth, she stood as the sun began to set, and watched as a breeze blew one of the cough drops against the memorial. Smiling, Yuugao repacked the food, leaving the cough drop and walking away.
Maybe next year she would celebrate with cake.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HAYATE AND YUUGAO!
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Date: 2005-11-04 03:14 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-04 04:14 am (UTC)(*glee*)
(*squues for few seconds*)
(*quivering lips, puppy eyes*)
(*sob*)
(*choke*) Gotta love...gotta love Hayate & Yuugao... ;_;
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Date: 2005-11-04 06:58 am (UTC)