hikarunogo | Drabble fest!: Hokuto Cup

It's Friday! As promised, that means it's time for our biweekly team competition.

How It Works

- Leave prompts in the comments. You can request anonymously if you prefer.

- Reply to prompts with any fanwork of your choice. (Fic, art, icons, FSTs, vids, etc.--all are eligible.) You can also answer anonymously if you prefer.

- When you fill a prompt, please specify your chosen team somewhere in the comment. In this round, you can choose to play for Team Japan, Team China or Team Korea.

- Each time you fill a prompt, you win a point for your team.

- (optional, but highly encouraged) Go back to your journals and recruit friends for your teams! Cheer your team on, here and elsewhere! Leave feedback!

- The team that gets the most points wins the competition! Each member of the winning team will receive 20 Dreamwidth Points as a prize.

Rules

- Fics may be of any length. Although we anticipate most people will write drabbles or short fics, if you want to write an epic AU in the comments, feel free.

- Prompts can have multiple fills. Members of the same team can fill the same prompt, and any individual can fill a prompt more than once.

- ~~This round will end on Friday, May 28, 6 PM PST.~~ ETA: Deadline extended to Friday, June 4, 6 PM PST.

Fight-o, everyone!

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I'm so glad there isn't a quality filter on this drabble contest. *facepalm*

Team China:

At Yang Hai's approach, Waya looked up from his seat on the steps of the Institute. "Oh, it's you. Isumi's upstairs. When did you get here? Why didn't you give him any warning before coming over? He would have met you at the airport."

"I'm not here to see Isumi," Yang Hai said. He raised an eyebrow at Waya, wondering if Waya hadn't guessed. "Are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes." Waya didn't elaborate.

"Who might that be?"

"It's none of your business."

It was really very entertaining watching Waya's face turn red. He was so like Le Ping it was uncanny. Yang Hai wondered if they reacted the same way to everything, and decided the only way to find out was to test it empirically. He sat down on the steps next to Waya.

"Do you mind?" Waya said, frowning. "I'm waiting for someone here."

"Not at all," Yang Hai said. He smiled at Waya. "I'm waiting for someone, too."

"Well, could you please go wait for them somewhere else?"

"No--besides, if I left, they wouldn't know it was me. Come now--I travelled all this way to meet someone. Don't make me miss my appointment."

"Argh." Waya looked ready to pop. "Yang Hai-san, please leave me alone."

Yang Hai grinned. "But that would be rude of me, 'Zelda'." The emphasis on Waya's online handle was playful and musical. "'Short black hair, Chinese, likes to play go, loves Japanese idols'... do I need to spell it out to you?"

Waya visibly blinked. "Wait, you know SheSellsSeashells?"

"I do indeed."

"You know-- Wait, she--"

Waya stopped, and Yang Hai waited as he watched the other's face. Oh, how interesting--Le Ping had nothing on Waya's rapidly widening eyes and the look of horror dawning on Waya's face.

"Oh shit," Waya said.