Drabbles! Wheeee! Some of these are random thoughts and really short, others I actually worked on--kinda easy to tell which ones are which, actually XD. But I'll post them up, anyways, see which ones you guys like.
I was planning on posting this when I wrote at least 5 good ones, but I'm too impatient to wait, so here they are!
Drabble 1: Cider
Word Count: 552
Characters: Killua, Kurapika
Disclaimer: (which, by the way, is not going to be on the other drabbles because I'm too lazy to write them, and besides, you guys already get it) Don't own HunterXHunter, never will XD
Kurapika liked his apple cider cold.
He got annoyed at Killua sometimes—Killua liked his cider warm, and would heat up whole batches of it at a time to drink, leaving none for Kurapika. Kurapika was puzzled as to why Killua liked his cider warm—to him, one of the best feelings in the world was the feeling of the cool, refreshing apple cider sliding smoothly down his throat on a hot summer day. When apple cider was heated, it became sticky and excruciatingly sweet, tasting like a kind of runny syrup.
It was to be expected, that he liked his cider cold, he supposed. The Kuratas lived in a relatively warm part of the country, and the weather was only mildly chilly even in the middle of winter. As a child, Kurapika would often relax in the shade of a tree sipping a mug of chilled cider while reading a good book. Even now, living in a cozy apartment with Killua and the others, he would often be found curled up on the sofa drinking cool apple cider and poring over a book. Killua could never fathom why Kurapika could come in from the snowy outdoors on a chilly winter day, shake the snowflakes off his jacket, and demand for a cup of cold apple cider.
Killua liked his cider warm.
It made sense, in a way, that Killua liked his cider warm, Kurapika thought reflectively. Killua had always loved sweets, and the syrupy cider was, if nothing else, sweet. Too sweet, he thought. Killua once confided in Kurapika that he had ordered hot cider with melted marshmallows in it from a fancy restaurant where he and Gon were dining at. The cook was surprised, but didn't make a fuss because he and Gon were practically waving the cash in his face, Killua stated, smirking. Killua could walk through the door sweating from all over his body in the middle of summer while laughing at a sopping wet Gon, then immediately go to the kitchen to drink warm apple cider. Of course, he reminded himself, Killua was the type of kid who would buy ten boxes of chocolate balls and finish them all in one day.
But the sweetness wasn't the real reason he liked his cider warm, Killua explained. Chocolate was sweeter than warm cider, he said.
"Why, then?" Kurapika asked
Killua reminded Kurapika that Kukulu Mountain was extremely high up, and extremely cold. The air there was chilly and crisp, with plenty of fog, and frost often gathered on the grass early in the morning even in the summer. The 'jobs' Killua had to undertake usually required him to run through fields of snow and wait for hours so the right opportunity came and he could make a silent kill. He didn't say anything about his feelings, but Kurapika knew that in Kukulu Mountain, Killua's heart had been frozen as well.
"Why?" Kurapika asks again, wanting something more.
"I woke up one morning and decided I was tired of being cold." He states, simply, before reminding Kurapika that he had left a cup of apple cider unwarmed in the fridge. The metaphor of the whole discussion is not left unnoticed.
Kurapika wishes he could like warm apple cider, like Killua. But he cannot, no matter how hard he tries.