Fandoms 15 and 16: Detective Academy Q, Battle Royale
[Title] Reunion
[Fandom] Detective Academy Q
[Rating] G
[Pairing] Slight Megu/Kinta
[Notes/Summary] Set post-series. Megu and Kinta reunite after some time apart.
Megu got to the coffee bar first, and hesitated in the door, looking round to see if maybe Kinta had already arrived. But most of the tables were empty, and so, in the end, she settled herself at one and ordered a cappucino.
It was a calm, sunny day and light poured through the windows and fell across the table. Megu gazed at it and at the way it lay over her hands and the way it glowed on the glasses and china behind the counter, and suddenly felt a rush of joy that she'd remember the scene for ever. Even if Kinta didn't arrive, or if he did and they had nothing to say to each other, or, or they had a fight or something, she'd still have the image of the sunlight to hold on to.
Before she could start getting nervous about the thought of Kinta, she heard the door rattle and slam shut and looked up and he was there, fighting his way past chairs and tables. His hair was shorter now, but apart from that he didn't look different at all, and she found herself smiling. He just stared at her for a moment, then a big, awkward grin spread over his face and he hurried over to sit opposite her.
"Wow," he said. "Just... wow. You look so different."
She supposed that she did.
"How long's it been?" He was fidgeting a bit, twisting a packet of sugar round his fingers. "Must be a year or two, right? When did you get back to Japan?"
"About a month ago. I think I've finally got over the jet lag," she said, and wondered if she sounded like she was showing off, or pretending to be someone she wasn't. The hiss of the coffee machine to their right drowned out any other remarks she might have thought of making.
"Hey, yeah, you've been all over, haven't you? I used to try and keep an ear out for where you might be headed next." He laughed. She smiled back, not wanting him to say more, wanting it to be that he had followed her career, not just everyone in Q class's.
"I know," she said. "But it looks like I'll be here for a while now. They said they'd need me for at least a year. Are... are you staying in Japan too?"
"You bet I am -" and he broke off mid-sentence to order a large coffee and an even larger sandwich, and she glanced down at her lap and found the joy bubbling out in a smile, because things were going to be okay now.
[Title] Depths of Silence
[Fandom] Battle Royale (manga)
[Rating] PG
[Pairing] Slight Hiroki Sugimura/Kayoko Kotohiki
[Notes/Summary] AU in who survived the game. The lucky few flee Japan.
It was quiet in the hold.
Had Hiroki said that out loud, the others would have given him funny looks, because all around them there was the shudder and groan of the engine and the calls of the crew up above, and the thud of the waves. Or perhaps they wouldn't. Because it was quiet for him, and all the noise just made it quieter.
Anyway, right now, Shuuya and Noriko were asleep, Noriko resting against Shuuya's shoulder. Shogo wasn't; he was sitting by the heavy metal door, waiting, watching. And next to Hiroki, Kayoko was sitting, hands under her legs, staring listlessly into the distance. She was the quietest of all.
It hadn't been meant to be like this. He had been meant to finally get up the courage to admit his feelings to her after school one day (maybe) and ask her (perhaps) to a movie or to go for a walk, and (possibly) hold her hand, and then he had always stopped his imagination from going any further because he knew it would just make talking to her more difficult. But the difficulty had only been meant to be on his side. She had been supposed to find it light-hearted. Fun.
Instead, he'd told her he loved her and then a little bit later he'd murdered Kazuo Kiriyama. He still had smears of blood on his wrists and under his nails. He was trying not to notice it. He -
Kayoko shifted a little. Reached out, took his hand. Her own was half-covered by her jumper sleeve - all the clothes she wore were slightly too big. Her fingers were cold.
"You asleep?" she whispered.
"I... no." He wanted to ask did I look like I was, but then he figured maybe she didn't know what to say either. And a second later she shrugged and said, "Thought not."
He wondered if she were going to say something about leaving her parents behind, or ask him how he felt, or talk about the deaths, but instead, after a while, she just sighed and said, "So. America."
"Yeah."
"Were you any good in English class, Sugimura?"
"I... not... not that great. I mean..." He made himself smile. "You might have noticed I'm not that good with words even in Japanese."
She giggled - a sharp, high sound against all the deep ones surrounding them. "I sorta picked up on it."
"How about you?"
"I got by," she said, shrugging. "I always figured like, I may not know the right word but if I said something, they could work it out. You look like the kind of guy who knows the right word but doesn't want to say 'em."
He wanted to smile back at her and carry on like this but the banal, teasing tone of her voice was almost drowned out by the engine sounds and they sounded like someone crying too deep for words and he swallowed and said, "I... probably. I... I'm sorry. I'm so tired."
Hadn't wanted to have to - to -
"It's okay."
She leaned against him a little, a tiny figure buried in other people's cast-offs.
"It's okay, Hiroki," she said, and patted him. "I like you even when you're no good at talking."
And he knew he was no good at talking, because he knew he wouldn't be able to explain how grateful he was that at least one of them was being strong.
[Fandom] Detective Academy Q
[Rating] G
[Pairing] Slight Megu/Kinta
[Notes/Summary] Set post-series. Megu and Kinta reunite after some time apart.
Megu got to the coffee bar first, and hesitated in the door, looking round to see if maybe Kinta had already arrived. But most of the tables were empty, and so, in the end, she settled herself at one and ordered a cappucino.
It was a calm, sunny day and light poured through the windows and fell across the table. Megu gazed at it and at the way it lay over her hands and the way it glowed on the glasses and china behind the counter, and suddenly felt a rush of joy that she'd remember the scene for ever. Even if Kinta didn't arrive, or if he did and they had nothing to say to each other, or, or they had a fight or something, she'd still have the image of the sunlight to hold on to.
Before she could start getting nervous about the thought of Kinta, she heard the door rattle and slam shut and looked up and he was there, fighting his way past chairs and tables. His hair was shorter now, but apart from that he didn't look different at all, and she found herself smiling. He just stared at her for a moment, then a big, awkward grin spread over his face and he hurried over to sit opposite her.
"Wow," he said. "Just... wow. You look so different."
She supposed that she did.
"How long's it been?" He was fidgeting a bit, twisting a packet of sugar round his fingers. "Must be a year or two, right? When did you get back to Japan?"
"About a month ago. I think I've finally got over the jet lag," she said, and wondered if she sounded like she was showing off, or pretending to be someone she wasn't. The hiss of the coffee machine to their right drowned out any other remarks she might have thought of making.
"Hey, yeah, you've been all over, haven't you? I used to try and keep an ear out for where you might be headed next." He laughed. She smiled back, not wanting him to say more, wanting it to be that he had followed her career, not just everyone in Q class's.
"I know," she said. "But it looks like I'll be here for a while now. They said they'd need me for at least a year. Are... are you staying in Japan too?"
"You bet I am -" and he broke off mid-sentence to order a large coffee and an even larger sandwich, and she glanced down at her lap and found the joy bubbling out in a smile, because things were going to be okay now.
[Title] Depths of Silence
[Fandom] Battle Royale (manga)
[Rating] PG
[Pairing] Slight Hiroki Sugimura/Kayoko Kotohiki
[Notes/Summary] AU in who survived the game. The lucky few flee Japan.
It was quiet in the hold.
Had Hiroki said that out loud, the others would have given him funny looks, because all around them there was the shudder and groan of the engine and the calls of the crew up above, and the thud of the waves. Or perhaps they wouldn't. Because it was quiet for him, and all the noise just made it quieter.
Anyway, right now, Shuuya and Noriko were asleep, Noriko resting against Shuuya's shoulder. Shogo wasn't; he was sitting by the heavy metal door, waiting, watching. And next to Hiroki, Kayoko was sitting, hands under her legs, staring listlessly into the distance. She was the quietest of all.
It hadn't been meant to be like this. He had been meant to finally get up the courage to admit his feelings to her after school one day (maybe) and ask her (perhaps) to a movie or to go for a walk, and (possibly) hold her hand, and then he had always stopped his imagination from going any further because he knew it would just make talking to her more difficult. But the difficulty had only been meant to be on his side. She had been supposed to find it light-hearted. Fun.
Instead, he'd told her he loved her and then a little bit later he'd murdered Kazuo Kiriyama. He still had smears of blood on his wrists and under his nails. He was trying not to notice it. He -
Kayoko shifted a little. Reached out, took his hand. Her own was half-covered by her jumper sleeve - all the clothes she wore were slightly too big. Her fingers were cold.
"You asleep?" she whispered.
"I... no." He wanted to ask did I look like I was, but then he figured maybe she didn't know what to say either. And a second later she shrugged and said, "Thought not."
He wondered if she were going to say something about leaving her parents behind, or ask him how he felt, or talk about the deaths, but instead, after a while, she just sighed and said, "So. America."
"Yeah."
"Were you any good in English class, Sugimura?"
"I... not... not that great. I mean..." He made himself smile. "You might have noticed I'm not that good with words even in Japanese."
She giggled - a sharp, high sound against all the deep ones surrounding them. "I sorta picked up on it."
"How about you?"
"I got by," she said, shrugging. "I always figured like, I may not know the right word but if I said something, they could work it out. You look like the kind of guy who knows the right word but doesn't want to say 'em."
He wanted to smile back at her and carry on like this but the banal, teasing tone of her voice was almost drowned out by the engine sounds and they sounded like someone crying too deep for words and he swallowed and said, "I... probably. I... I'm sorry. I'm so tired."
Hadn't wanted to have to - to -
"It's okay."
She leaned against him a little, a tiny figure buried in other people's cast-offs.
"It's okay, Hiroki," she said, and patted him. "I like you even when you're no good at talking."
And he knew he was no good at talking, because he knew he wouldn't be able to explain how grateful he was that at least one of them was being strong.