no tags, SHARKNADO AU ONLY IT'S A ~*MAGICAL*~ SHARK TORNADO 583 words
The city of Tokyo! And what a beautiful city she was, full of grace and joy, with her bright lights, busy streets and skyscrapers penetrating the… Well, sky, because what else would they penetrate if not that. A glorious city, with glorious inhabitants, including the young denizens of Nekoma High School’s volleyball team. And on this fine Friday afternoon, they were conducting business as usual in the gym, spiking and serving to their hearts’ delight.
A big match against Fukurodani was coming up soon, and their captain Kuroo Tetsurou was having them practice for even longer than usual and making them perform harder drills. Upon questioning and muttered protests by his best friend Kozume Kenma, his answer was “I’m always this kind”, followed by a “I’m trying to kill you with kindness, get it?” Kuro cackled, and Kenma sighed. Kuro’s so-called jokes would be the end of this team—
If the giant flying shark hurtling its way around the window didn’t kill them all first.
Wait, what? Kenma blinked, squinting through the window. He was pretty sure he’d put his contacts in that morning. Maybe he was really becoming delusional with how tough training had been over the last few days. Soon, he really would die, and Kuro would have to somehow function without him. Kenma rubbed his temples, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again. He peered out the window once again.
Three flying sharks zoomed past it. Kenma’s eyes widened in panic. “Kuro,” he said, tapping his shoulder and then tugging on his sleeve. Kuro was busy glancing down at his notepad, going through some notes he’d made on the team’s performance. “Kuro, I think we might need a break—“
It was just then when a shark came crashing through the window, causing glass to fly across the gymnasium. The creature’s teeth were baring and its jaw was wide, snapping with anger as it launched itself towards Yaku and Lev standing in the middle of the gym. Kuro, their great captain, beloved leader, and trusted source of inspiration, had only one thing to say as response. His jaw practically dropped open.
“Holy shit.”
Luckily, their volleyball training had served them well. Yaku and Lev both quickly dove out of the way, and the shark crashed onto the ground. Kenma was about to heave a sigh of relief before the shark bounced back up like a rubber ball, still snapping its jaw like Taketora during a buffet. A loud gust of wind howled through the gym, causing shards of glass to fly across the room. Kenma lifted his hand to shield his eyes. Now it was Kuro’s turn to grab hold of him, giving him a sharp shake.
“Kenma! Look!”
Kenma peered through his fingers, and fear rushed through him as he realized what exactly was going on outside.
Sharks. And a tornado.
It was a shark tornado.
Kuro’s voice rang through the gym loud and clear. “Guys, we’re clearing out!” he screeched, just as another gust of wind blew through. The shark was still flying and snapping at them like a bouncing ball, and the team didn’t have to be told twice. They started running away as quickly as their legs could take them. Kenma shuddered.
Maybe they had died, and he was in hell, and there was a magical shark tornado going on outside ready to cause them torture. At least he was with Kuro, though.
Okay, he had to be alive—hell wouldn’t have kept them together.
FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G
583 words
The city of Tokyo! And what a beautiful city she was, full of grace and joy, with her bright lights, busy streets and skyscrapers penetrating the… Well, sky, because what else would they penetrate if not that. A glorious city, with glorious inhabitants, including the young denizens of Nekoma High School’s volleyball team. And on this fine Friday afternoon, they were conducting business as usual in the gym, spiking and serving to their hearts’ delight.
A big match against Fukurodani was coming up soon, and their captain Kuroo Tetsurou was having them practice for even longer than usual and making them perform harder drills. Upon questioning and muttered protests by his best friend Kozume Kenma, his answer was “I’m always this kind”, followed by a “I’m trying to kill you with kindness, get it?” Kuro cackled, and Kenma sighed. Kuro’s so-called jokes would be the end of this team—
If the giant flying shark hurtling its way around the window didn’t kill them all first.
Wait, what? Kenma blinked, squinting through the window. He was pretty sure he’d put his contacts in that morning. Maybe he was really becoming delusional with how tough training had been over the last few days. Soon, he really would die, and Kuro would have to somehow function without him. Kenma rubbed his temples, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again. He peered out the window once again.
Three flying sharks zoomed past it. Kenma’s eyes widened in panic. “Kuro,” he said, tapping his shoulder and then tugging on his sleeve. Kuro was busy glancing down at his notepad, going through some notes he’d made on the team’s performance. “Kuro, I think we might need a break—“
It was just then when a shark came crashing through the window, causing glass to fly across the gymnasium. The creature’s teeth were baring and its jaw was wide, snapping with anger as it launched itself towards Yaku and Lev standing in the middle of the gym. Kuro, their great captain, beloved leader, and trusted source of inspiration, had only one thing to say as response. His jaw practically dropped open.
“Holy shit.”
Luckily, their volleyball training had served them well. Yaku and Lev both quickly dove out of the way, and the shark crashed onto the ground. Kenma was about to heave a sigh of relief before the shark bounced back up like a rubber ball, still snapping its jaw like Taketora during a buffet. A loud gust of wind howled through the gym, causing shards of glass to fly across the room. Kenma lifted his hand to shield his eyes. Now it was Kuro’s turn to grab hold of him, giving him a sharp shake.
“Kenma! Look!”
Kenma peered through his fingers, and fear rushed through him as he realized what exactly was going on outside.
Sharks. And a tornado.
It was a shark tornado.
Kuro’s voice rang through the gym loud and clear. “Guys, we’re clearing out!” he screeched, just as another gust of wind blew through. The shark was still flying and snapping at them like a bouncing ball, and the team didn’t have to be told twice. They started running away as quickly as their legs could take them. Kenma shuddered.
Maybe they had died, and he was in hell, and there was a magical shark tornado going on outside ready to cause them torture. At least he was with Kuro, though.
Okay, he had to be alive—hell wouldn’t have kept them together.