A Drunk Monkey(Samon Gokuu One-Shot)

“Oh, for fucks sake!” A red haired girl groaned as she struggled to pick up the keys that were dropped on the floor while supporting the exceedingly drunk monkey that was leaning on her shoulder.

“Wha-hic– watch your language yurng lady!” Samon slurred as Kitsuna somehow managed to pick up the keys and open up her apartment, basically throwing the monkey inside.

“Why did you have to challenge Hajime to a drinking contest?” She muttered to herself after closing the door and attempting to take off both her and Samon’s boots.

“Where is tha-hic– that fucker!” Samon moaned, trying to jump up and find him but only fell onto his back, making it slightly easier for the girl to pull his boots off.

“Come on, you dumb ass.” She growled picking him up off the ground, aswell as the hat that had fallen off his head when he fell backwards.

“But you like my ass.” Samon purred, rubbing his face against her cheek.

Kitsuna sighed and pushed him onto the couch in the living room.

“You are going to make me throw you through a wall tonight.” Kitsuna growled and rubbed her face as she went into the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Kitsuna! Please don’t leave me!” Samon cried as he fell off the couch, causing a rather loud bang to echo through the appartement, “I can change! I’ll be better! I’ll let you have the last popsicle, just please don’t leave!”

Kitsuna sighed as she came back out, glass in hand.

“I’m not leaving you, you idiot.” She told him, picking him up and sitting him on the couch, “Drink this.” She handed him the glass and sat next to him.

“You aren’t gonna leave me?” He asked and sipped the water.

“No.” She told him plainly as she took her hat off and placed it on the coffee table next to his, “I have no reason to. I’m just not very happy with this drunk you right now. It’ll be fine in the morning.”

“I’m sorry.” He bubbled into the water.

“It’s fine.” She sighed, starting to pull bobby pins out of her hair, allowing her bangs to spring out, curving upwards and falling on either side of her face. The top of it was black in colour and the very bottom of the bangs on either side were faintly silver.

“It’s not fine!” Samon yelled and slammed the glass down on the table as the girl started pulling her bun out, “You deserve better!”

“Which is why you never get drunk.” Kitsuna told the monkey, her hair now falling into a pony tail of orange. At the very tips of her hair was the faint colour of silver.

“Come on.” She said, standing up, “Let’s get you to bed so you can sleep this off.”

“I don’t wanna go to sleep!” Samon whined.

“You have to.” Kitsuna informed him.

“No! Not unless you’ll sleep with me!” Samon pouted.

“Okay.” Kitsuna sighed in defeat and scratched her head, “Let’s go to bed then.”

“Yay!” Samon yelled basically jumping onto the red head and beginning to strip himself of cloths, “We get to sleep together.” He purred again.

“Not like that.” Kitsuna said sternly.

Samon puffed out his cheeks in annoyance, “Fine, but we better cuddle.”

“Whatever.” She groaned, leading the now only underwear clad monkey into her bedroom. Samon stumbled after her giddily and fell face first onto her bed when the door was opened.

Kitsuna couldn’t hold back a smile as she watched him roll around on her comfy bed like a child. She then turned to her closet and pulled out a tank top and sweat pants before changing. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail and let all her orange locks fall down her back.

Samon grinned at her when she turned around and patted the bed next to him for her to join him.

Kitsuna killed the lights and climbed over Samon so he was closest to the edge of the bed and she was closest to the wall. Her chest was to his back as she threw and arm over him to cuddle.

“No!” Samon whined, and turned around in her embrace and cuddled into her chest.

Kitsuna only sighed, but did nothing against it.

She did nothing but lay there and listen to his breathing and feeling his heartbeat. After almost 30 minutes, when she was certain he was asleep, did Kitsuna maneuver herself out of his grasp, taking extra care to not disturb him, and get to work.

Samon groaned to himself feeling the less than pleasant pounding in his head. He opened his eyes, squinting at the harsh light that was filtering through the curtains.

He groaned again and sat up while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. When he opened his eyes fully, he was startled for a moment.

He didn’t recognize the room he was in. His eyes darted around trying to find some idea of where he was. His eyes then landed on the jacket of a Nanba guard jacket hanging on a closet door.

He felt oddly comforted knowing it was someone he knew.

He somehow managed to stand himself up and stay up, in the process he knocked an empty bucket over that was next to the bed. He looked at the bedside table and saw a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. He took 2 and downed the glass.

Once finishing he realized that he was stripped down to his boxers.

“Shit.” he muttered to himself. He had no idea where he was, and he heard the sound of someone moving around the kitchen.

He apprehensively made his way out of the room and down the short hall into the kitchen.

An audible sigh of relief left his lips as he saw a messy head of orange, black and silver hair standing in front of the stove cooking.

“Good morning.” Kitsuna called to the monkey, “How are you feeling?”

“Better now.” He said leaning against the wall taking his girlfriend in.

She was clad in baggy grey sweatpants that held loosely to her hips, and a black tank top that had ridden up her torso leaving her stomach, hips and lower back all exposed. Even though he couldn’t see it yet, Samon knew that that tank top was low cut and showing off her modest chest.

“So what happened?” He asked as he sat down at the table, still looking at her.

“You challenged Hajime to a drinking contest.” She started, “Coffee?”

“Yes please.” Samon replied.

“I’ll save you the details, but you won.” She said pouring him a cup as she faced him, Samon was correct in assuming she would have a fair amount of cleavage showing in that shirt, not that he minded.

“I dragged you home.” She then turned back to keep cooking, “Let’s just say I wasn’t happy with you. You thought I was going to leave you. You got a little mad. Then overly giddy and affectionate and stripped before we went to bed. No, we didn’t do anything just for the record. You then fell asleep not too long after.”

“And when did you get the bucket and water and all that?” Samon asked while sipping his coffee.

“After you passed out.” She told him, “I made sure you were asleep, turned you onto your side, got a bucket in case you were sick. I figured you’d want some water and aspirin when you got up. Oh, I also threw your cloths into the wash, which should be dry now, your jacket is on the back of the bathroom door. I spent the night on the couch.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry.” Samon said sheepishly, “Didn’t mean to kick you out.”

Kitsuna shrugged and grabbed two plates to dish everything out.

“Doesn’t matter. Now eat up.” She said and turned around

In front of the monkey the fox placed a plate piled high with hashbrown, eggs, bacon and toast.

“It’s a little bit greasy.” She admitted, “But it’ll help you with your hang over.”

Samon wasn’t focused on his plate, he was focused more on the curly mess of hair that framed the pretty face he was so used to seeing.

“What?” Kitsuna asked, seeing her boyfriend ignore the food in front of him.

“You, just look really good like that is all.” He smiled at her.

Kitsuna’s face grew hot hearing his words. He was the only one who gave her compliments like this.

“Thanks.” She muttered, “Now shut up and eat.”



The Ball(A Draco Malfoy One Shot)

“What do I owe you?” The brown eyed Ravenclaw snapped at the blonde Slytherin as he offered her a large, white garment box.

“Nothing, you idiot. Can I not be nice?” He asked her.

“Do you understand the irony in your sentence or do you choose to ignore it?” She bit back staring into his sky blue eyes relentlessly.

“You said you weren’t going to the ball because you didn’t have a dress,” He started, “Now you have no choice.”

Torri scoffed at his reasoning, “I can still say no.” She told him, “Why would I go to a dance, without a date to listen to some stuffy, proper music I can’t even dance while in a dress I’m not going to be comfortable in when I can stay in my room, curled up under some warm blankets drawing, or in the library, in a pair of comfy jeans studying? It doesn’t make sense to me.”

“Will you go to the Yule ball with me, Torri?” Draco asked and rolled his eyes knowing it was his best chance at getting the girl to go.

“Well isn’t that sweet.” The Ravenclaw droned, sarcasm dripping from every letter she uttered, “I would love to, Draco. Honest. But I must refuse because it seems to me you have no real interest to take me to the ball, you only want me to be there so you can make someone else jealous. Or pull a prank on me for all I know.”

“You know me better than that by now, Mudblood.” Draco hissed.

“Clearly not well enough to not be surprised you want to be able to call me a friend yet still refer to me as a Mudblood.” Torri accused standing up from the ledge of the window she had been sitting on while reading, “Even if your intentions are earnest, you certainly aren’t portraying that intention. So, thank you for the thought, but no.”

And with that she took her leave of the blonde.

Draco watched her leave. Over the summer that they had spent apart, Torri had cut her long brown hair that cascaded down her back into a shaggy pixie cut, stating it was because he had played with it too many times and it distracted her when he did it. Since she did that, a lot of rumors has sprouted out about her being sick, or a lesbian. Many people teased her saying she now looked like a boy, and had lost any cute appeal she could have had before.

Draco found her adorable with her new hair style. Yes he missed the ability to run his fingers through her hair, and he missed watching her pulling it into a pony tail or braiding it back in class or when she was studying. But she was still cute. His heart melted when her bright brown eyes shone out from underneath the bangs she never had before, giving her an almost predatory look. Draco knew better though, she had a lot of fire and passion inside of her and that guarded the best heart he’d ever known.

Days had passed since the incident at the window, Torri had thought no more about it but Draco was nervous. He had wanted to go to the ball with the brunette, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask her again.

The night of the Yule ball finally rolled around and while most people where bustling around trying to get ready for it, one lonely Ravenclaw sat in the library reading from her textbooks and making notes to help her with upcoming tests.

From the doorway of the library a platinum blonde watched her, he was dressed up in his best robes. The blonde wasn’t sure if she was happy or not, only seeing her from the back. But he did feel his heart break when felt Pansy pulling at his arm to get to the great hall so they could dance. He looked back at the brunette who was non the wiser to his presence.

“Draco,” Pansy started sweetly in her shrill voice, “Let’s dance.”

“No.” Draco said plainly, still looking out the window of the great hall to the ground below.

“Why not?” She whined.

“Because I don’t want to.” Darco turned and snapped at her, “I never asked you here. I never asked you to dance. I do not like you. I do not want to spend any time with you. And if you make that sound in my direction one more time, I will rip your own tongue out. Am I clear?”

Pansy said nothing as she shrank away from the boy who then turned away from her and left the great hall, leaving many to feel confused.

Draco hurried down the halls until he got to the library. He didn’t see the Ravenclaw he was looking for at the table she was at when he was here last, but her things were still on the table. He went scouring the entire library before finding her pulling more books off the shelf.

Without a word he lunged forward and grabbed her hand, dragging her with him.

“Draco, what the hell?” Torri snarled, trying to pull her hand free to no avail as the blonde continued to drag her.

“Draco, stop!” She ordered as she pulled her hand free, the blonde turned to look at her, “What the hell has gotten into you?”

“I want to dance with you.” He told her sternly.

“I’m not going to dance with you.” She told him, turning back to her table.

“Torri, please.” Draco pleaded with the brunette, causing her to stop.

She said nothing as she looked back at him in shock. The blonde looked like he was about to start crying.

“Draco.” She said softly, turning around fully to face him.

“I know I’m a jerk, and an ass, and I call you a Mudblood.” He started, “But you’re my Modblood. At least I want you to be. I want to be able to run my fingers through your hair in class and not have you pull it away. I want to be able to hold your books over my head and have you not kick me to get it back. I want to be able to get a kiss when I help you study. I want to be your partner in potions and not have you wonder if I’m going to blow you up. I want to understand all your stupid Muggle references and likes because you like them. And I want to dance with you tonight.”

“Will your father hear about this?” Torri was moved almost to tears by this point too, but she couldn’t stop herself from being sassy too.

“He already hears about the girl who stole my heart.” He told her earnestly, placing a hand on his chest, “He always hears about you.”

Torri had to wipe her eye with her sleeve to stop them from pouring over.

“I guess it can’t be helped, huh?” She asked the blonde, not looking him the eye, “Slytherins always get what they want, right? I guess it’s a good thing Ravenclaws are smart enough to get what they want from Slytherins too, huh?”

“What are you talking about?” Draco almost snapped, “I’m pouring my heart out for you here and that’s all you can say!? Stupid, sarcastic comments and references about our houses!”

Torri smiled lightly, sending the books she was still holding to float safely over to a nearby table as she strode forward to the blonde. She put her hands on his shaking shoulders and leaned up slightly to place a soft kiss on his lips.

Before the blonde could return it, the brunette pulled away still smiling.

“Sarcastic comments and references you don’t get are part of the deal.” She told him, “Not too late back out if you don’t want those.”

“Those are some of the best parts.” Draco smiled too as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in again.

“How do I?” Torri asked staring down at their feet as they stood across from one another in the great hall.

Just about everyone was staring at them, mostly because Torri was not dressed in a dress or fancy robes but in torn jeans, a white long sleeved shirt with a black t-shirt over top, black converse and her hair sloppily pulled back into a ponytail. On top of that, she was in the arms of Draco Malfoy who was patiently trying to teach her how to waltz.

“You’re hands are in the right places,” Draco started, “Now I’m going to lead, you just have to follow my lead, alright?”

She nodded unsure and looked back at their feet. As Draco moved one foot forward, Torri moved the same back, mirroring his moves perfectly.

“There, see it’s not that hard.” Draco smiled.

“Yeah, but people are staring.” She whispered to the blonde.

“Because they can’t believe how you overtake every other girl here with your beauty.” He whispered back.

“No.” She told him, “I’m pretty sure it’s because the Slytherin prince is dancing with the girl he calls a Mudblood the most often.”

“I’ll make your blood pure, don’t you worry about that.” He smiled at her, before wincing.

“Sorry!” Torri exclaimed realizing what she just did.


Obscuring The Heart(Part 12)

“I didn’t think you’d be back in here.” Gobber said as he entered the forge.

Upon hearing his voice I looked up from the sharpening stone to see him and smiled.

“I hope you don’t mind.” I said motioning to my work, “I’m not as good as you or Hiccup but I’m competent at least.”

“That’s a big word for you.” He said and sat on the table behind me, only to stand up a millisecond later having just sat on a freshly sharpened arrow head.

“Serves you right.” I told him, though there was no heat in my words, “I’m not as stupid as people think I am, Gobber.”

“Believe me, with how battle savvy and good you are with the people you, are the farthest thing from stupid.” he said waggling the arrow head at me, “You’re just a little slow with reading, writing and things. Nothing unusual to a viking.”

I said nothing as I continued my work.

“So, why are you here right now?” Gobber asked me.

“Hiccup said to prepare for the Screaming Death, that’s what I’m doing.” I informed as I moved from the sharpening stone to the work bench to attach all the arrow heads to their shafts.

“No,” Gobber told me as he came up to my side to inspect my handy work, “What are you doing here?”

I paused in the middle of attaching another head.

“I needed alone time.” I told him quietly, “I needed time to think. The air’s thick with tension here so I don’t want to fly. And I can’t go far away because the Screaming Death could attack at any moment and the people here need me. I don’t want to be at home right now because it makes my chest hurt. And I don’t want to stray into the woods because I’m afraid I’ll go too deep and not be able to come back out in time to help save the village. So, I’m here. It makes sense.”

“You would use an arrow on a dragon?” He then asked, “Seems a little, hm, in the past to me. Doesn’t it?”

“If it comes down to it, I will.” I told him sweeping all of the newly finished arrows into my quiver and harnessing it onto my belt, “As much as I don’t want to hurt a dragon, it might come down to it or us and I’m not gonna let this village burn, Gobber.”

“Are you still thinking about what happened in the great hall?” He asked.

I took in a sharp inhale.

“Maybe.” I told him, “It shouldn’t matter what I was born. I’m here, and I’ve helped save this village and its people just like every other viking here. And yet it was the person I detest the most who stood up for me. Even Hiccup just stood there in silence watching as I was getting attacked. I lead everyone to safety when Alvin invaded the first time. I held Dagur off long enough for all of the dragons to be brought to safety. I’ve taken on Monstrous Nightmares who were about to eat small children. And they look past it the second I acknowledge that I was not born here.”

I had tears running down my cheeks as I said those things.

“I’ve given this village my life, and I’d gladly lay it down for everyone here if it’s needed of me.” I told Gobber, furiously wiping the tears away with my sleeve. As the short summer had passed I was back to wearing long sleeves and a thick skirt.

“Is it because of that acknowledgement that I allowed myself to get weaker so Dagur could take Stoik?” I asked him, begging for an answer, “And when we get him back, will I stay here? Will I continue to be with him, and Hiccup, and the Twins? Or will I leave Berk and go to live on Outcast Island with Alvin and try to be a family there?” I let out a loud sob, and tried to steady my breathing, “What do I do? Gobber, what do I do?”

Gobber came up to me and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into his chest.

“You are not weak, Sigrid. Let me start by telling you that.” He told me as I continued to cry, “If you had a half of a chance you would have taken Dagur’s head before he even could have touched Stoik. The people are scared and angry, and at times like these they need a person or thing to blame, and that, unfortunately, is you right now Sigrid. Even though you are not to blame, it’s easier than blaming ourselves.”

He pulled me away to arms length so he could look at me. I wiped my eyes and nose before sniffing and he continued.

“As for where you will go, what will become of everyone here, and your potential family with Alvin. I can’t give you those answers. Sometimes it is a lot simpler when someone just tells you.” He told me, “But these are the kinds of questions that not even the greatest Chief can answer, even if Stoik gives you an order one way or another it might not be right for you. Now, you don’t have to decide right now where you will go or even if it has to be a permanent change. But I do want you to know, no matter what, Berk will always be a place you can call your home, no matter what you chose to do. Alright.”

I nodded, drying the last of my tears before finally being able to say, “Thank you, Gobber.”

“It’s my pleasure lass.” He told me.

“Sigrid!” Astrid called as she and Stormfly landed just outside of the forge. I hurried out to meet her.

“What’s up?” I asked her, knowing Hiccup had come up with something.

“Hiccup has a plan.” She told me, “We’re already working on, but we need to get to Outcast Island and fast. Fishlegs has already left.”

“Why has Fishlegs left first?” I asked more to myself, “That guy’s a piece of chicken sh-”

“It’s part of the plan.” She cut me off, “I’ll explain the rest on the way, but we need to go.”

I nodded and quickly called Shadowsplinter over so we could take off.

“In the arena!” I called as we flew over Outcast Island. I spotted Hiccup and Toothless staring down Dagur. Before I could say anything Ruffnut and Tuffnut both shot down towards them, letting out a blast from their dragon to get Dagur away.

Astrid followed them in and Fishlegs wasn’t too far behind us. So I grabbed my ax and jumped from Shadowsplinter to aid my fathers in the fighting of the Berzerker grunts.

It wasn’t too long until Fishlegs came with the Screaming Death. But Dagur had a rope around the Whispering Death, that I assumed was its mother, keeping the two of them apart. I was about to jump down there and force Dagur to let her go, when I heard the familiar shout of a Jorgensen.

“Never retreat! Never Surrender!” Snotlout yelled as he sent a giant fire ball hurling towards Dagur who let go of the rope and dove away. The Whispering Death got away unscathed by the fire and met up with the Screaming Death.

Everyone exited the arena to watch them reunite. The Screaming Death flew up to Hiccup and Toothless and roared in their faces, probably saying a thank you, before flying off with all the other Whispering Deaths.

The biggest threat was gone now. But just behind me I heard the faint sound pebbles falling, and I readied myself.

Hardly a second later Dagur leaped up from the decrepid rubble of the arena, and charged towards Hiccup screaming a battle cry at the top of his lungs. He had tunnel vision though, so he didn’t see me.

I outstretched my right arm and locked it, knocking Dagur down when he ran into it. I quickly kicked his ax to the side and stepped on his chest, staring down at him with playful eyes.

“So nice to see you again, Dagur.” I taunted, “I would love to get my hands on you for what you’ve done to my family, right now. But you know what?” I saw Alvin approaching us, “I think it would be so much more poetic to let my father take care of you.” I then looked up at the dark haired man who was standing a few feet away, “He’s all yours.”

I then took my foot off his chest as Alvin hauled him up by the collar of his shirt.

“What do you mean father!?” Dagur demanded, “This sin’t Stoik. Aside from that, Sigrid, brother, you guys aren’t going to leave me with him. Are you?”

I turned and walked towards Hiccup and Stoik, letting the red head know he was indeed on his own.

“You guys okay?” I asked as I approached them.

“Yeah.” They both said and nodded.

“Are you okay, Sigrid?” Stoik asked me.

I looked at him, and then at Hiccup, and then I looked over my shoulder to Alvin dragging Dagur away.

“I don’t know.” I admitted, not looking either of them in the eye, “I want to be with him, but I feel like then I’d be blowing you guys off and everything you’ve done for me.”

“Sigrid,” Stoik said, placing a gentile hand on my shoulder, “You don’t have to choose between us. Berk will always be a place you can call home, and now you can spend time with your birth father and find out things about who you are and where you came from. But never think that we’ll love you any less for staying with Alvin.”

“You’re my sister, Si.” Hiccup said getting off Toothless and coming up to me, “We’ve been through so much together. And we still have a lot to go through together, as siblings.”

He then pulled me into a hug, which I returned instantly.

“You guys wouldn’t be mad?” I asked, my voice broke in the process.

“Never.” Stoik told me.

“We love you too much, Si.” Hiccup said pulling away so we could look at one another.

It was first time in my life I realized the true differences between us. I was a couple of inches taller than he was, a little more muscle on my bones and him. My forehead was a little more narrow, face a little more round. My nose much smaller and chin a little more pronounce than his. My eyes were bigger and ocean blue, while his were a little smaller and grass green. My ears stuck out more than his did. My hair was almost as dark as Alvin’s and straight as a pin, and Hiccup’s was auburn with small, gentile waves. I wasn’t as smart as he was, he wasn’t as strong or fast as me. We were both trained as blacksmiths early on, but when I displayed a talent in wielding weapons rather than making them, Stoik taught me how to fight while Hiccup stayed in the forge.

We were so different he and I, but he was still my brother and I still loved him like I had before. Everything had changed, and yet everything was the same. We were family. And maybe now it was going to get a little bigger, but we were still family.

“Sigrid.” Stoik called behind me, “I think someone would like to talk to you.”

I followed where he pointed to see Alvin standing alone on a cliff a ways away.

“We won’t leave without you.” He assured me.

I smiled and nodded before turning to go, but I paused. After a moment of hesitation I turned away from them and headed to see Alvin.

I didn’t know what to say as I approached him, but I didn’t need to.

“We didn’t really get much talking done in the prison, did we?” He asked.

“Kinda hard through tears.” I said more to myself.

“You look just like you mother.” He told me, looking at me from the corner of his eye as I stood beside him.

“But I guess I got your hair.” I said quietly.

“That you do.” he chuckled, “And from what I’ve seen you’ve got my spirit too.”

“It would explain why I’m still here.” I uttered.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, turning to face me.

“Despite being a good fighter, I’m frail.” I informed, “I always get sick no matter how hard I try or what I do. But I’m still here.”

“That you also got from your mother,” He told me, “I was afraid she wasn’t going to survive having you, and I was afraid you weren’t going to survive when you came. But the second I held you, I felt the power, the strength that you had inside your tiny body.”

“Is that why you named me, Meja?” I asked him, “Because you felt power in me?”

“That,” He admitted, “And because I wanted to Gods to see your strength, and perhaps entrust you with some of their own.”

“I don’t know if they’ve done that.” I told him, “But I’d like to think that they smile upon me from time to time.”

“That they do, they brought you back to me. My beautiful, Meja.” He then reached forward and pulled me into a hug.

“Dad,” I said to him as I hugged him back, “Not that I don’t appreciate the thought you put in for me name, but I go by Sigrid.”

“It’s a beautiful name.” He told me.

“Is that your choice?” Stoik asked as I stood beside Alvin, opposite to him and Hiccup.

I nodded, “I’ll come back to Berk. But for right now, I’d like to get know my birth father more.”

Stoik and Hiccup smiled and looked at each other before nodding.

“We’ll see you back on Berk then.” Hiccup said and hugged me again.

“Yeah.” I said returning his hug.

“Dad!” I called as they both mounted Toothless getting ready to leave.

“Yes, Sigrid?” Stoik asked turning to look at me.

“Thank you.” I told him, “For everything.”

He smiled, “It’s my pleasure, Sigrid.”

I smiled and waved them off with Alvin as they flew home.

Shadowsplinter nudged my back causing me to turn around and look at him. He looked sad.

“It’s not like we’re never gonna see them again.” I assured him and I stroked his muzzle, “We’ll spend a couple of weeks and then go back to Berk, how’s that?”

He perked up and nodded at that.

“A fine animal you go there.” Alvin said admiring my dragon.

“His name is Shadowsplinter.” I told my father, “And he’s part of the family.”