Sleepy, a HibiMomo fanshort by Mocha-san

((Author's Note: OK, people. Make way for the bombardment of ficlets I'm going to post here. HibiMomo, KeroNatsu, Fluttercord and maybe some SonMiku will pop up around here. (Mind you, I am a very unique shipper. Don't expect popular pairings. Seriously. Don't.
Mind you, this might be a little OOC because this was written before I watched Mekakucity Actors and got a good grasp of how the characters are. Sorry.))

Tuesday, 2: 36 A.M.
Momo Kisaragi was fast asleep in bed, getting a much needed rest after doing rehearsal for her concerts. Her manager said she could have a day off the next day, though, so Momo intended to sleep till noon.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Momo heard her phone buzzing, making her have to force her eyes open. "Ah…?"
She lazily reached out a hand and groped around her nightstand, trying to find the ringing cell phone. Eventually, her hand touched the cool plastic cover and she picked it up, looking at the number.
"Hi…biya…Ama…mi…ya…" she mumbled, gazing at the phone through tired eyes.
Suddenly, her eyes flipped open. "Hibiya-kun!" Pressing the "talk" button, she held the phone to her ear. "What's up, Hibiya-kun? Are you okay? Why so early?"
"Kisaragi-chan…" Hibiya said groggily on the other side of the line, "C-could you come over? I…i can't sleep."
Momo stayed silent a minute, then giggled.
"What are you giggling for?" Hibiya asked.
"Aw, you want Momo-senpai to come and help wittle ol' you go to sleep?" Momo joked. "Well, never fear! I'll be there soon."
"Urg." Hibiya was too tired to say something witty.
Momo closed the phone and got out of bed, changing into a T-shirt, hoodie and jeans. She dashed out of her house and ran down the street, hoping to catch a quick bus to where the 8th Mekakushi Dan member lived.
 ★★★★★
Hibiya was in bed, moping, when Momo opened the door. "I have arrived~!" she said cheerfully.
"About time, obaasan," said Hibiya, laying on his stomach.
"Oh, you're just grumpy," said Momo, taking a seat on the bed. "So, what do ya what me to do? Read you a story?"
"Too childish," said Hibiya.
"Sing you a lullaby?"
Hibiya's cheeks went a little pink, but shook his head anyway.
"Get you a drink? Get you a snack? Get in and cuddle with you if need be?"
Hibiya's face got redder with each offer. It was obvious she was trying to embarrass him on purpose. "Could you just stay here?"
"Eh?" Momo quipped. "What do you mean?"
"Could you stay until…I fall asleep?"
"That's it?" Momo asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why would you just want me to stay here? How does that help make you fall asleep?"
"Because…because…" Hibiya mentally facepalmed as he blurted, "Because I feel better when you're here!"
Momo blinked.
"I just thought that I…maybe if you came over, it'd help…" Hibiya said lowly. He cheeks were burning hot.
Momo blinked again, and then she started to laugh. "OK, then! I'll stay!" Then, she lightly pushed him back into bed and tucked him in before getting comfortable next to him.
Hibiya closed his eyes. Think about nice people, he thought. Think about Hiyori. Think about Momo.
Think more and more about Momo and how she's sitting right next to you.
Dangit.
He opened his eye a sliver and looked at the girl staring out the window. She was smiling, eyes big and bright.
Hibiya knew he had come to terms with the heat haze, that he had finally began to move on from Hiyori's death. Momo had been there, telling him that he just needed to be positive and think about the future.
Too bad "future" meant "getting a crush on Momo Kisaragi".
With that thought in his head, though, he felt himself drift off to sleep.


Tuesday, 10:07 A.M.
Hibiya opened his eyes, expecting to find bright yellow light in his room and Momo already gone home.
What he did NOT expect was white light filling his room and Momo fast asleep next to him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Momo woke up with a start, seeing Hibiya all the way on the other side of the room.
"W-what the hell were you doing?!" Hibiya yelled.
"I was tired and you looked so comfortable so I crashed right here!" Momo retorted.
"Don't you have rehearsal or something?!"
"Today's my day off!"
Hibiya blinked, then shook his head in exasperation. "You are such a moron."
"And that is exactly why we're friends!" Momo said with a grin.

Faded August, a poem by Mocha-san

((Author's Note: Presenting poem #2. Now I can get back to writing adorable HibiMomo and Fluttercord oneshots since I feel better.))

August summer
Wind blowing in the trees
I'm alone in my room
bored
as usual, of course

Summer's end…
"It'll be here soon…"
I think
as I watch the orange sunlight
disappear

I don't feel sad
but I'm not happy either
I wonder what they call that
Those kinds of emotions
Are they good?

I only have the silence
in this
faded August afternoon

Silver, a poem by Mocha-san

((Author's Note: I was sick last night. So, after that, I spent the afternoon questioning life and dozing in bed. As I was doing so, I decided to write some free verses. Here is #1.))

Silver.
Like a star
or maybe a moon
somewhere in the sky.
I don't know.

Silver.
A shiny grey
that reminds me of
an old key
hidden in a drawer.
I don't know.

Silver.
A dazzling sparkle
that looks like the flash
of a newly carved diamond
found in an old cave.
I don't know.

Silver.
It decorates many things
and treasures
that I probably won't have.
I don't know.

Signed, the Patchwork Scholar, a short story by Mocha-san

((Author's Note: I wrote this piece one night when I couldn't sleep and had on "Fly Me Away" by Annie Little. It's sort of philosophical on one side while biographical on the other. Aw, well. Enjoy.))

To whom it may concern...

 

I always thought it was a little cliche to write down everything going on in your head, but if anything, writing down these thoughts of mine are probably good, anyway. Ah, what a funny world this is. Haha. Yeah right.

Anyway, if you expected some sappy, overly tragic tale of lost love, crumpled notes and stomped dreams, then put this back where you found it. I hate the prospect of rubbing my personal tradgedies in everyone's faces because I want someone to pity me. That's pathetic.

No, this letter is those who always wondered why those books were written by the barely-15 Patchwork Scholar, and what exactly that name meant. 

Is this a backstory? Probably. I'd call it a memoir, not a backstory. I mean, really. Calling your past a freaking backstory? Um, no thank you.

So, let's get down to business shall we?

No, I'm not telling you about my early life. My life as a toddler and such is none of your business. Besides, if I wanted you to know, I would've said it to you in person! It's called logic.

Let's start after I published my second novella. Back then, my deadlines, pressure, writer's block and dedication had ended up in losing all my friends, whether they were good friends or not. I was very lonely and frustrated, and I felt trapped in that stupid office all day. It was driving me crazy. 

Yearning for some excitement, I asked my agent, Callie, to send me to London. I needed to unwind and I wasn't planning on writing another book anytime soon, and it might even be good for me. "Please, Callie?" I begged. "You know how depressed I've been. Don't you think it would help? And I love travel! Please?"

After some more grovelling, Callie finally agreed to let me go and live in London for a while. She and my agency pulled some strings as a means to let me travel alone, though I was only 13. Eventually, I was given reason and I went off to my new destination, hoping for some peace.

I had a small house to myself for my stay. My agent kept track of me by giving me a phone, and she called every morning and evening to check up on me. I was a little annoyed at first, but I knew she meant well so I didn't mind eventually.

 The first week, I basically did whatever I felt like. I toured shops, ate at resturaunts and went home to read, sleep or fool around on my laptop. For the first time in a while, I truly felt content. It was a nice feeling.

My life really changed in the second week, though.

I made a friend.

It was raining that day. Then again, I had always been told that it rained a lot in England, so I kind of expected it. I didn't mind too much, since I had a nice umbrella with me. I was going home after a tiring day of walking, and was minding my own business. 

However, I passed an alleyway as I walked, and suddenly, I encountered a big, angry dog. It growled menacingly at me, as if it were angry that I was being there. I liked dogs, but I got a bad feeling from this one and ran. I was in such a frenzy to get away that I tripped on a rock near a dirt path and tumbled into a muddy patch of grass at the bottom of a hill. The dog had seen my trip, but since I was no longer in its way, it left.

So, I was left in the downpour, soaking and sad and scared. At first, I just sat there, crying. When I finished crying, I got up and walked down the path, curious to see where it lead.

I walked for a long time. I didn't know where I was going, after all. I didn't know another way home and I was scared to face the dog again, so I just kept pressing on.

Eventually, I arrived at a huge house. It was so beautiful and regal! It looked just like a mansion! 

Curious, I walked up to the front door and stood still a second. Was it even lived in? I had no idea. Maybe it was haunted! That would've been cool. But not a place to stay forever. 

So I knocked.

The door opened to reveal a pretty young woman with big green eyes and silky dark brown hair. When she saw me standing on her porch, dripping and miserable, she immediately yanked me inside. She drew a bath and gave me some warm clothes, and after I had washed up and changed she hurried me into the kitchen for some pumpkin muffins. 

She asked for my name, so I told her. Elise. She suddenly jumped, noticing that I was the young American author everybody talked about. She said she liked my books, to which I felt flattered. 

She introduced herself as Bridget Walters. She was 24 years old and had inherited this huge house as a gift from her late mother. I gave my condolences and asked if she had any other family. Bridget told me that she only had a sister, who lived in Wales. 

After I ate, I asked Bridget if she could help me get home. I told her my address, and she told me that my house was a block over. I asked if she could escort me, so she put on a raincoat and walked me down the street to my home. She invited me for tea and biscuits (cookies to the typical American), which I gladly accepted before saying goodbye.

That was how I became such good friends with Bridget. We'd talk all the time and we enjoyed each other's company. She told me all about the house and herself, like how she once spilled tea all over her pet cat once. That was really funny. 

I told her all about my life and myself, and what I strung-together self image I had. She listened intently and set down her cup when I finished my explanation.

"You know," she said, "You're very interesting. You talk like you're arrogant but act all shy, while in reality you're just lonely. What a curious thing."

"Curious indeed," I muttered.

"I could compare you to a patchwork quilt," she said thoughtfully. "Made up of many different things at once, but still kept together by those threads. You're a patchwork girl, Elise."

That's when it struck me.

After having tea with Bridget, I hurried home, got out some paper and began a new manuscript. I called it Words Like Patchwork, and didn't stop writing until I fell asleep at my desk. 

The book was based off Bridget and that wonderful house, set in the 1800s or something like that. I spent two months writing it, sitting at my desk for hours every day, writing.

Eventually, I handed it to Callie and it was published. Bridget was overjoyed, and she couldn't express how proud she was. It made me feel good, to have done that. 

After that day, I took a look at my mismatched, cobbled-together personality and gave myself a new name.

Patchwork Scholar.

It's been a year now, and I've returned to America. I feel truly accomplished in that I made someone else happy, and that was good enough for me. I adopted a snarky streak as a way to spice up myself, and even sewed myself a patchwork coat as a statement to my pen name. It felt great, knowing I had this new life.

So, to conclude, I write this letter to show how happy I am that I worked so hard. I'm about to leave for France, and who knows what I'll meet there. I'll leave this letter in my office, so I'll have something interesting to think about on my stay. Did anyone read the letter? Maybe. I might never know.

You know what? I think I could be OK with that.

 

Signed,

The Patchwork Scholar

OC Profiles: Fern Midori

Name: Fern Iris Midori
Nicknames: Fernie, Midori-san/chan, Melancholic, Shida-chan, Red, Tsuntsun
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 16 (latest)
Birthday: June 16
Birthplace: Sky Island
Height: 5' 6" (167 cm.)
Ability Type: Speed
Alignment: Good
Abilities: Agility, physical prowess, ninja skills, Leaf Blades, katana, tessen
Talents/Hobbies: Skilled gymnast, can play bass guitar, natural surfer, cliff diver
Weaknesses: Short temper, doesn't always think, snarky, quick to punch and huge competitor
Personality: Fern is a Tsundere girl who can never sit still. While she seems mean-spirited, Fern is a good friend and likes almost everyone, having deep respect even for her rivals. She is a big competitor and likes showing off her skills, mainly to her friend Sonic's annoyance. She's also a big deadpan snark, and doesn't always take jokes lightly. Her best friend is Sonic the Hedgehog, whom is her crush and her main rival. Despite all of it, though, Fern is glad to have friends and really does have a big heart.
Bio: Fern was a born in a leafy place called Sky Island, where she lived with her mother and her two sisters, Grove and Forest. She spent her early years as a happy child, but was deprived of it all when a terrorist explosion destroyed most of the people there except for some very few survivors. Fern moved herself to Empire City, where she met a younger Sonic by chance. After he left the city, however, she ended up enrolling as a samurai for General Kuro, who was slowly going mad with power. Unable to tolerate it, Fern left the core and lived her other years as a drifter, where she met Ryn and Sonic again to form Team World Adventure.
Family: Forest Midori (refound) Grove Midori (deceased) Laurel Midori (mother, deceased)
Friends: Sonic, Ryn, Milkshake and Buttermilk, Chris, Leo, Tale
Love Interest: Sonic
Likes: Palm trees, coconuts, surfing, water, sleeping, sodas, her friends, Japan, her kimono, relaxation
Dislikes: Boredom, Sonic being a scatterbrain, Ryn being weird, perverts, being told she's wrong, Sonic surpassing her
Favorite Food: Coconuts
Signature Color: Green
Symbol: Leaf
Voice: Fern has a tomboyish voice, but it leans a bit more on the feminine side. Her voice can sometimes get rougher when yelling or whispering, and her voice will drop lower when she's snarking or enraged. Her Japanese voice is a bit more womanish.
Theme Songs: "Melancholic" (Junky feat. Kagamine Rin), "Green Apple" (Ginsuke feat. Hatsune Miku), "TSUBAKI" (Ocelot), "Sunset Yesterday" (Jin feat. IA)

Dodgeball, a fanshort by Mocha-san

((Author's Note: A small short featuring my original character Fern Midori (a hotblooded Tsundere that has a crush on Sonic) and Sonic (human design by me). They're always arguing with each other so I thought i'd put up this little writing doodle.))


There were many things the members of Team World Adventure rivaled each other on. Sonic rivaled Ryn on Chaos power. Fern rivaled Sonic on most everyday things. Milkshake rivaled Buttermilk on cooking. Milkshake rivaled Ryn on magic. Usually, these rivalries were subtle, not something to worry about. It was often Sonic and Fern who made rivalry end in people's heads getting stuffed into flowerpots and such. You get the idea.
Today, it seemed another rivalry had come up between the redheaded islander and the blue speedster.
Dodgeball.
Sonic and Fern stood at other sides of the court, emerald eyes trained on lime. Fern glared at him with such intensity Sonic chuckled at the iciness of it. The red ball was tucked under the redhead's arm, her hand on her hip.
"Are you ready?"
"If you are."
Fern raised the dodgeball, staring deep into the emeralds across the court. "Well, then! Prepare to meet the Ultra Mega Deluxe Dodgeball of Destruction!" Throwing all her weight into the ball, she pitched the dodgeball with a surge of energy.
Sonic, however, lived in a world where velocity basically meant nothing. He watched the ball advance towards his face, a brow raised and eyes half-lidded. Then, with a quick slide of his left foot he sashayed to the right, and the ball raced right past his head. The ball bounced roughly off the back wall and retreated, now heading straight for the girl at the opposite end of the court.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO---"
SMACK.
The ball hit Fern's head with absolute precision and sent her careening into the concrete below. The ball bounced twice and laid still, innocent of any offense.
Sonic grinned and walked towards Fern, who now had an angry red mark on her forehead. "You were saying?"
"You know what? Shuddup."
Sonic laughed. "Okay, we can play something else."

Music, a KeroNatsu fanshort by Mocha-san

((Author's Notes: A short for KeroNatsu. Not to be taken seriously.)


"Natsumi-dono! Natsumi-dono!"
Natsumi Hinata looked up from the dinner she was making to see Keroro running up with a bunch of CDs in hand. "What's up, stupid frog?" she asked.
"I thought I could put on a CD for us to listen to while making dinner!" Keroro explained excitedly.
"Hmm," said Natsumi, "OK. The boom box is over there." She pointed to the gray boom box sitting on the counter.
Keroro put the CDs down and found a stool. He propped up the stool so he could climb onto the counter and took out a CD and opened the case. "Let's listen to some Techno music. It'll help us work faster."
"Um, no?" Natsumi said. "Play some jazz. It's softer."
Keroro looked indignant. "Techno can be soft too!"
"No it can't," said Natsumi. "Come on. Jazz music."
"No! I like techno!"
Natsumi turned, getting into his face.
"Jazz."
"Techno."
"Jazz!"
"Techno!"
"JAZZ!"
"TECHNO!"
Chu.
Natsumi had leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. Keroro's entire face went red.
"GERO!"
Natsumi smirked. "Now what do you want to listen to?"
"J-jazz," Keroro stammered.
Natsumi laughed. "That's what I thought."

Milkshake and Kululu, a fanshort by Mocha-san

((Author's Note: This is a short following a usual day for my original character, Milkshake Milky, and her guardians Kululu and Keroro from Keroro Gunsou. This is set in the Team World Adventure series.))


Sergeant Major Kululu sat in his lab, his eyes focused on the code he was writing. He was rather on task until he heard Milkshake walk across the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her carrying a stack of paper to a nearby desk. She left, then came back with a box of pencils and pens. Then she left once more, and returned carrying an eraser, White-Out and a stapler.
Even Kululu couldn't help his curiosity. "What are you up to, Milkshake?"
"I'm going to write a book!" Milkshake said brightly.
Kululu's face turned into a mischievious smile. "About what?"
"Umm…" Milkshake put on a thinking face. She had been so focused on getting stuff to write the book she forgot to think up something to write. "Uh…I'll write about marshmallows!"
Typical Milkshake. Kululu wished he foreseen her answer. "Very well, then," he said casually. "I'll go about my business and you go about yours." He was glad she was doing something constructive—besides, how much trouble could a girl make by writing a simple children's book?

********
Oh, was he wrong.
Milkshake had gone on to write a simple story of a land made of marshmallows, which she took over to Sergeant Keroro to read. Keroro enjoyed it immensely, and was about to congratulate the little girl before greed smacked him in the face. Within the span of 40 minutes, he persuaded Kululu to make a publishing machine (without telling him what for) and snuck the books into bookstores all over Adventure City. Money was running in like crazy.
Kululu felt a little bit exasperated by this development but Milkshake didn't mind in the slightest. According to her, she was glad to be able to help Keroro get more "charity money". Kululu felt some anger bubble up slightly at that statement.
However, as Kululu predicted, Milkshake all-too-happily mentioned the day's events to their allies Ryn and Sonic, who automatically stepped in to recall all the books. The pair also forced Keroro to refund every single book purchased, which made Kululu have a small laughing fit at the sergeant's expense.
In other words, it was a rather typical day in Milkshake's eyes.

Tomorrow, Before the Rain, a flash fiction by Mocha-san

((Author's Note: A short flash fiction story inspired by "Ame ga Furu Mae Ni" by Millstones. Short, sweet, and thoughtful.))



Kaydence watched the sun swim overhead as she walked through the busy streets of the city. There were numerous dark clouds surrounding the yellow ball of light, but Kaydence tried to ignore them. It was hard, though—the weatherman on TV had said a light rainstorm would come today.
Umbrella in hand, Kaydence waltzed through the crowds of people walking through. Everything was normal and happy, other than the occassional darkness from the clouds passing by.
Kaydence pondered over the weather, but eventually another thought came to mind.
They say that life has storms pass through, too.
She knew what that meant. It meant that life had its hardships that you had to endure. Unfortunately, though, storms in life weren't exactly like weather storms—you knew when a weather storm was coming. The weatherman would tell you so you know you had to expect it. Life wasn't that easy.
Kaydence had been through life's storms before. Like, when she had lost that big soccer game last fall. Or when she lost touch with her friend Averill, whom she'd known since kindergarden. Or when she tried to climb that tree in the woods and broke her arm.
But she survived those storms. The "sun" would always come out eventually, wouldn't it? That's what optimism was for, right?
Kaydence could say that during those storms, she had an umbrella to keep her from getting too wet.
She was so lost in her thoughts she almost didn't notice the sky getting darker. She almost didn't notice when it started to drizzle.
Kaydence eventually snapped out of her meditation and looked at the drops falling from the sky.
She raised her umbrella, smiled and kept walking, knowing that no matter how many storms she went through, life would be sunny again.