Meki/Yuku - Original fiction - #17 - Five more minutes?
Title: No One's Listening
Fandom: Original fiction.
Characters: Meki/Yuku
Theme: #17 - Five more minutes?
Rating: PG
Summary: When the sun came up / We were sleeping in / Sunk inside our blankets / Sprawled across the bed / And we were dreaming. --Straylight Run, 'Existentialism on Prom Night'
Disclaimer: Meki and Yuku are mine. It is advised they remain mine, because they're really just two sick bastards I can't imagine anyone else wanting.
They woke up dreaming, quietly and awkwardly in a jumble of bones-sharp bones that came with this gawky age where everyone recognized them for what they were and made it a short-term goal to watch out for them. (They felt, in opiate-induced hazes covered in someone else's blood, like such frauds.)
Meki's nose was buried in his collarbone and it felt slightly wet, which, in his half-dream logic, Yuku thought had a lot to do with soccer players. The absurdity jolted him awake and he wondered what he'd been thinking while he forgot it.
This place was nothing but windows and cement, which made it a little dangerous to stay here during the day, no matter how completely desolate the area was. The sun was shining through each pane of glass, burning Yuku's eyes and making the walls flash white.
"Your nose is running," Yuku muttered. He was much too tired to be annoyed.
Meki sniffled. "Hadn't noticed." It came out, against Yuku's chest, more like he'd taken some random syllables, squished them together, and threw some sarcasm on top of them. He sounded barely awake.
"It's unsanitary."
"Yeah."
"Get off me."
"Ha. No."
"At least move your nose."
Meki did, shifting so that his nose was less in Yuku's collarbone and more entirely too near his face than anything else.
Yuku wished he could've been more irritated by this, but it was too early to growl at Meki. "Do you do these things to annoy me?"
"It's cold and you're warm. Your annoyance is only a bonus," Meki answered maddeningly, reaching up one hand to rub his nose. He looked ill. His eyes were bloodshot and he had the expression of someone who has a terrible headache but is realizing, painfully, that there is no way to get rid of it and thus will begin to pray for death if it doesn't go away on its own soon.
"Why is your nose running, anyway?"
"Allergies," Meki responded promptly.
"Meki."
"What?" The edge on Meki's voice was sharp and instant, and Yuku didn't think it'd be the best idea to push it. For all he knew, it could draw blood.
Instead, he gathered Meki's hair behind Meki because it was tickling his own neck. "Cut your hair," he said distastefully, but the effect of his tone was pathetic when he paired it with running his fingers over Meki's face. Meki's skin was indeed cold.
"If I cut my hair," Meki said, yawning, "I think Yaniko will finally just get rid of me."
"I doubt he's keeping you because of your hair."
"Wrong. He said he'd have pushed me onto the st-" Meki stopped talking for a moment to think about that and rephrase it. "Onto the metaphorical streets if I didn't at least have nice hair."
"Cut it anyway, he's kind of an asshole." Yuku's eyes had not yet adjusted to the sun and he thought they never would. They dripped from the sting. He wanted to still be asleep.
"You clearly haven't noticed I'm scared of him."
"Nope," Yuku pointed out, "because he's kind of like a spider: he's more scared of you than you are of him."
This statement was so completely wrong and insane that Meki almost sat up at it, and would've if he didn't think he'd pass out. "What? I mean. What? Since when are spiders scared of humans?"
"When they run away from you?"
"They do not run away," Meki said, blinking in astonishment and wondering if someone who had such a viewpoint on eight-legged demons was even worth his time. "They run after you. Sometimes they leap after you, swim after you, and spin webs on you when you're not looking."
"They do not. Spiders don't leap."
"And sometimes," Meki went on anyway, "in the middle of the night during summer they crawl into your bed and tell you horrible stories."
"Just because you've had bad experiences-they do what at night?"
"Well. I'm still not sure if that was real," Meki amended, wiping at his nose again. "But the other ones were. Seriously. I think."
Yuku began to laugh against his will. "Just get off me. We have to get out of here."
"Hell no, and get out of here and do what?"
"Uh, pretend to be law-abiding citizens?" Yuku suggested. More seriously, he added, "Move on?" And then, as Meki shifted to curl up beside him on the floor, wrapping his arms around Yuku's waist, "Get off me."
"It's cold," Meki said again, "and I am tired, and I am kind of pissed that you woke me up."
"How did I wake you up?"
"By hitting me in your sleep before the sun came up."
"You weren't even really awake when I woke up," Yuku said, rubbing at his eyes and closing them tightly. "Do you think there's, like, some kind of god that could destroy the sun and still keep the rest of the universe in existence?"
"No, I don't, and it wouldn't be any fun anyway," Meki answered, but the idea began to sound more appealing when his head gave a particularly sharp throb. "Shut up and keep me warm."
"How are you cold?"
"Cement floors in September have that tendency, I think. You're warm because," Meki paused to sniffle, "of my hair."
"Being in my mouth every time I think I've got it under control?" Yuku finished questioningly.
"Yeah."
Yuku could hear footsteps outside rising and fading, and he let out his breath. "Really. We have to leave."
"We can leave later," Meki said dismissively, making Yuku think, warily, that Meki didn't much mind the idea of being snarled at by authorities and also that Meki figured he could outrun them no matter how bad his head hurt.
Meki's idea of fun was a little off.
Yuku turned to face Meki, trying to avoid looking directly in his eyes. It was hard to keep arguing if you did that. Not that there was anything special about Meki's eyes, they were just-
Meki smiled at him.
Yuku sighed, and buried his nose in Meki's collarbone, and the next footsteps they heard were only dreamt.
Fandom: Original fiction.
Characters: Meki/Yuku
Theme: #17 - Five more minutes?
Rating: PG
Summary: When the sun came up / We were sleeping in / Sunk inside our blankets / Sprawled across the bed / And we were dreaming. --Straylight Run, 'Existentialism on Prom Night'
Disclaimer: Meki and Yuku are mine. It is advised they remain mine, because they're really just two sick bastards I can't imagine anyone else wanting.
They woke up dreaming, quietly and awkwardly in a jumble of bones-sharp bones that came with this gawky age where everyone recognized them for what they were and made it a short-term goal to watch out for them. (They felt, in opiate-induced hazes covered in someone else's blood, like such frauds.)
Meki's nose was buried in his collarbone and it felt slightly wet, which, in his half-dream logic, Yuku thought had a lot to do with soccer players. The absurdity jolted him awake and he wondered what he'd been thinking while he forgot it.
This place was nothing but windows and cement, which made it a little dangerous to stay here during the day, no matter how completely desolate the area was. The sun was shining through each pane of glass, burning Yuku's eyes and making the walls flash white.
"Your nose is running," Yuku muttered. He was much too tired to be annoyed.
Meki sniffled. "Hadn't noticed." It came out, against Yuku's chest, more like he'd taken some random syllables, squished them together, and threw some sarcasm on top of them. He sounded barely awake.
"It's unsanitary."
"Yeah."
"Get off me."
"Ha. No."
"At least move your nose."
Meki did, shifting so that his nose was less in Yuku's collarbone and more entirely too near his face than anything else.
Yuku wished he could've been more irritated by this, but it was too early to growl at Meki. "Do you do these things to annoy me?"
"It's cold and you're warm. Your annoyance is only a bonus," Meki answered maddeningly, reaching up one hand to rub his nose. He looked ill. His eyes were bloodshot and he had the expression of someone who has a terrible headache but is realizing, painfully, that there is no way to get rid of it and thus will begin to pray for death if it doesn't go away on its own soon.
"Why is your nose running, anyway?"
"Allergies," Meki responded promptly.
"Meki."
"What?" The edge on Meki's voice was sharp and instant, and Yuku didn't think it'd be the best idea to push it. For all he knew, it could draw blood.
Instead, he gathered Meki's hair behind Meki because it was tickling his own neck. "Cut your hair," he said distastefully, but the effect of his tone was pathetic when he paired it with running his fingers over Meki's face. Meki's skin was indeed cold.
"If I cut my hair," Meki said, yawning, "I think Yaniko will finally just get rid of me."
"I doubt he's keeping you because of your hair."
"Wrong. He said he'd have pushed me onto the st-" Meki stopped talking for a moment to think about that and rephrase it. "Onto the metaphorical streets if I didn't at least have nice hair."
"Cut it anyway, he's kind of an asshole." Yuku's eyes had not yet adjusted to the sun and he thought they never would. They dripped from the sting. He wanted to still be asleep.
"You clearly haven't noticed I'm scared of him."
"Nope," Yuku pointed out, "because he's kind of like a spider: he's more scared of you than you are of him."
This statement was so completely wrong and insane that Meki almost sat up at it, and would've if he didn't think he'd pass out. "What? I mean. What? Since when are spiders scared of humans?"
"When they run away from you?"
"They do not run away," Meki said, blinking in astonishment and wondering if someone who had such a viewpoint on eight-legged demons was even worth his time. "They run after you. Sometimes they leap after you, swim after you, and spin webs on you when you're not looking."
"They do not. Spiders don't leap."
"And sometimes," Meki went on anyway, "in the middle of the night during summer they crawl into your bed and tell you horrible stories."
"Just because you've had bad experiences-they do what at night?"
"Well. I'm still not sure if that was real," Meki amended, wiping at his nose again. "But the other ones were. Seriously. I think."
Yuku began to laugh against his will. "Just get off me. We have to get out of here."
"Hell no, and get out of here and do what?"
"Uh, pretend to be law-abiding citizens?" Yuku suggested. More seriously, he added, "Move on?" And then, as Meki shifted to curl up beside him on the floor, wrapping his arms around Yuku's waist, "Get off me."
"It's cold," Meki said again, "and I am tired, and I am kind of pissed that you woke me up."
"How did I wake you up?"
"By hitting me in your sleep before the sun came up."
"You weren't even really awake when I woke up," Yuku said, rubbing at his eyes and closing them tightly. "Do you think there's, like, some kind of god that could destroy the sun and still keep the rest of the universe in existence?"
"No, I don't, and it wouldn't be any fun anyway," Meki answered, but the idea began to sound more appealing when his head gave a particularly sharp throb. "Shut up and keep me warm."
"How are you cold?"
"Cement floors in September have that tendency, I think. You're warm because," Meki paused to sniffle, "of my hair."
"Being in my mouth every time I think I've got it under control?" Yuku finished questioningly.
"Yeah."
Yuku could hear footsteps outside rising and fading, and he let out his breath. "Really. We have to leave."
"We can leave later," Meki said dismissively, making Yuku think, warily, that Meki didn't much mind the idea of being snarled at by authorities and also that Meki figured he could outrun them no matter how bad his head hurt.
Meki's idea of fun was a little off.
Yuku turned to face Meki, trying to avoid looking directly in his eyes. It was hard to keep arguing if you did that. Not that there was anything special about Meki's eyes, they were just-
Meki smiled at him.
Yuku sighed, and buried his nose in Meki's collarbone, and the next footsteps they heard were only dreamt.