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crossoverfic2006-05-05 09:43 pm
vivi) wrote in crossoverfic2006-05-05 09:43 pm
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[FIC] Quid Pro Quo, G, Ranma/FFIX
Title: Quid Pro Quo
Author: Chelsea (Handmaiden of Aphrodite on FF.net)
Fandoms: Ranma 1/2, Final Fantasy IX.
Rating: G.
Warnings: Excessively cute and fluffy.
Characters: Ranma, Vivi.
Summary: Gen. Ranma comes across a little lost black mage. Pretty much a crack ficlet. 305 words.
Ranma sat back on his heels, peering into a face shrouded in darkness with supreme curiosity. Spots of shining, yellow-bright gold flickered back at him, almost somberly. “Hey, little guy. What’cha doing out here?”
There was a distinct pause. The voice that finally emerged was high pitched as a small boy’s, soft and faintly shy. “I’m – I’m lost.”
A friendly grin. “Me, too! Headin’ anywhere specific? ‘Cause I gotta tell ya, I’m not too eager to get back home, myself.” He wrinkled his nose. “I’ll just get yelled at.”
The eyes seemed to widen. “Oh. Um. N-No?”
“Wanna wander around with me, see if we can find somethin’ to eat?”
Very quietly: “Okay.”
“Great!” Ranma stood up again, bouncing lightly on his feet for a moment to stretch his muscles. He smiled down at the little kid. “I’m Ranma.” He held out his hand.
He couldn’t see the expression beneath the large brim of the brown leather hat, but he got the sense that he was being evaluated. He shifted uncomfortably.
Then his hand was taken by a gloved one, the grip gentle. The head tilted upward, and the face was revealed in a flash of sunlight. Blackness. Just blackness, but... innocence. Something he hadn’t seen in a long, long time.
“Vivi,” he was offered, the kid suddenly more confident and almost cheerful. The hold faltered, and Vivi let his hand drop.
Ranma stuck his hands in his pockets without reacting. He maintained his smile. “You’re kinda weird, you know? Cute, but weird.”
An unexpected smile in return. “I’ve been told that before.”
They stood still, silent for a few more seconds. Then: “C’mon, let’s get goin’. I’m not getting any less hungry.”
“Me, either.”
They walked off, oddly comfortable with one another, but more than that, comforted.
The feeling lasted for a long time.
Author: Chelsea (Handmaiden of Aphrodite on FF.net)
Fandoms: Ranma 1/2, Final Fantasy IX.
Rating: G.
Warnings: Excessively cute and fluffy.
Characters: Ranma, Vivi.
Summary: Gen. Ranma comes across a little lost black mage. Pretty much a crack ficlet. 305 words.
Ranma sat back on his heels, peering into a face shrouded in darkness with supreme curiosity. Spots of shining, yellow-bright gold flickered back at him, almost somberly. “Hey, little guy. What’cha doing out here?”
There was a distinct pause. The voice that finally emerged was high pitched as a small boy’s, soft and faintly shy. “I’m – I’m lost.”
A friendly grin. “Me, too! Headin’ anywhere specific? ‘Cause I gotta tell ya, I’m not too eager to get back home, myself.” He wrinkled his nose. “I’ll just get yelled at.”
The eyes seemed to widen. “Oh. Um. N-No?”
“Wanna wander around with me, see if we can find somethin’ to eat?”
Very quietly: “Okay.”
“Great!” Ranma stood up again, bouncing lightly on his feet for a moment to stretch his muscles. He smiled down at the little kid. “I’m Ranma.” He held out his hand.
He couldn’t see the expression beneath the large brim of the brown leather hat, but he got the sense that he was being evaluated. He shifted uncomfortably.
Then his hand was taken by a gloved one, the grip gentle. The head tilted upward, and the face was revealed in a flash of sunlight. Blackness. Just blackness, but... innocence. Something he hadn’t seen in a long, long time.
“Vivi,” he was offered, the kid suddenly more confident and almost cheerful. The hold faltered, and Vivi let his hand drop.
Ranma stuck his hands in his pockets without reacting. He maintained his smile. “You’re kinda weird, you know? Cute, but weird.”
An unexpected smile in return. “I’ve been told that before.”
They stood still, silent for a few more seconds. Then: “C’mon, let’s get goin’. I’m not getting any less hungry.”
“Me, either.”
They walked off, oddly comfortable with one another, but more than that, comforted.
The feeling lasted for a long time.