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Continuing my tradition of being a horrible person, the first thing I did upon completing this sketch was send it straight to the friend that has Cabs as her favorite character.
Title: The Lyrics Suck, but at Least the Music’s Good
Fandom: Ghost Trick
Rating: Gen
Characters: Sissel, Yomiel
Summary: Really, Yomiel has no idea how anyone can stand to listen to those lyrics. The national secrets are an improvement, and they don’t even rhyme!
Notes: This little ficlet popped into my head when I was reminded that Sissel knows some stuff he shouldn’t, and the common answer to this is: Yomiel.
Yomiel was not happy. His plan had seemed so simple when he came up with it, but putting it into effect was proving far more difficult than expected. The national secrets were in his hands, but the hardest part was yet to come, and Yomiel was spending as much time as he could practicing signing both the original lyrics and his own altered version.
If only the original lyrics didn’t make him wish he could pull out his hair.
“And I’m falling for you
But you’re flying too far
And I love you too
Yet you don’t have any idea
Irregardless, my lo-
“ARGH!!! This song is so frustrating! It could have been ‘don’t have a clue,’ but no, it has to make no sense and completely ruin the flow and just-” Yomiel ranted at the almost empty room, pacing in his frustration. Sissel padded softly toward him and meowed to get his attention.
“Hey, Sissel. Sorry, was I scaring you?” Yomiel frowned in concern and picked the small cat up. “I guess I’m just frustrated.” He walked over to the couch and let himself fall backwards on it, stretching out and letting Sissel go where he pleased, which happened to be right in the middle of Yomiel’s chest. “Heh, are you comfortable there?”
Sissel meowed again, managing to convey his satisfaction with the arrangement. Yomiel smiled softly and idly stroked Sissel’s soft fur.
“Who even wrote those lyrics anyway,” Yomiel complained, doing his best to keep his tone calmer so he wouldn’t disturb the cat again. “Irregardless isn’t even a word! I feel like that song is killing my braincells every time I listen to it or even peek at the lyrics. Sissel, if I ever use the not-word irregardless, please scratch me in the face or something, all right?”
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Summary: After years spent watching the clock, he's gone ten years without a calendar.
Notes: Another FYeahGhostTrick weekly prompt. It looks like I will be able to fill these... I'm sorry if this is rambly/incoherent.
Yomiel spent 10 years as a ghost. He spent hours staring at clocks, at calendars, at anything that would show him what his body had lost track of. He spent 10 years watching time fly by, watching as time passed him by. He watched as the time went by, knowing that there would be much more to come.
When he finds himself human, finds himselfaliveagain, he finds that time doesn't matter as much as it did. He finds that his internal clock is more than enough. He stops measuring time by seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, deaths. He starts to feel again. His time is measured by heartbeats, breaths, the snippets of sleep his nightmares leave for him...
For the ten years he spends in prison, the most important unit of time is the visits his fiancée makes. As regular as the sun, Sissel is there every day. Sissel, the human Sissel, the one Yomiel lost, the one he named a cat after to remember her by, the one saved by a stubborn little kitten and his puppy friend...
Sissel, who is the most important part of Yomiel's life, visits him every day. The guards laugh, and smile, and tell Yomiel what he already knows- that Sissel will always be there for him. The guards ask him how he managed to find someone like her. Yomiel just smiles and tell them he asks himself that every day.
There's no calendar in Yomiel's cell. He's alive, and breathing, and his heart beats. He doesn't need a calendar. Sissel counts the days for him, tells him how long he has until he's free. He has his heartbeats and breaths, and he has her.
Yomiel's gone ten years without a calendar. When Sissel asks him what type he wants, Yomiel tells her the truth. In spite of his comments about not needing one, she gets a calendar for the new year anyway. He laughs when she shows it to him; the police department's PR department really went overboard.
He doesn't tell his fiancée what the Police Department's new mascot is named. The little kitten really has done well for himself.
Summary: After the game, Yomiel expresses his concerns, and Sissel lightens the mood.
Notes: Just a little ficlet that popped into my head. I might try to keep up with the weekly prompts, but we'll see if real life will let me. (I'll probably end up going back to the earlier ones to see if I want to fill any more.)
"So you've been doing well, right Sissel?" Yomiel frowned worriedly down at his good friend. "I remember what it was like..." he trailed off, not wanting to bring back painful memories, "I'm just worried about you."
The black cat in Yomiel's arms yawned and stretched. "You worry too much!" Sissel smiled at the silly man in a black suit, chosen after ten years in a red one. "I'm fine, I promise. I like being like this. I don't have to worry about getting hurt or not being there for the little lady and the detectives."
"Yeah. Just let me know if you need me, all right? You're still my friend, and I'm always here to talk; maybe I can help you."
Sissel shook his head, for a moment seeming almost human despite his current body. "(You really worry too much, Yomiel. It's starting to worry me.) I'm just fine! Although..." Sissel paused long enough to watch Yomiel's expression start to turn panicked before he continued, "Missile's tackle hugs are definitely an inconvenience. Poor Kamila gets so worried he's going to hurt me..."
Yomiel laughed, shaking his head at his feline friend. "You think you're clever, don't you?"
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