[je] drabble: forgetting (shige, yamapi)
Title: Forgetting
Written: 091108
Summary: A doctor and his patient speak. Shige, Yamapi. AU. WC: 371.
Fandom: Johnny's Entertainment.
Notes: For the meme where you have to shuffle your ipod and drabble on whatever songs come up. The 2nd song is 鷺巣詩郎's 'requiem for the lost ones'. Based on trivialaffair's epic The Porn Shop. She has kindly agreed to let me play in her wonderful universe again :) Thanks, dear!
“It's a little too cold for you to be out here, I think.” Yamashita steps out of the shadows onto the balcony, leaning against the railing next to Kato Shigeaki.
The cool breeze gusting gently into their faces has the chilly bite of fall going into winter.
Yamashita nods at the lit nicotine stick dangling from between Kato's left index and middle fingers. “And it's a sure bet Koyama-san won't be happy at all if he knows you're doing that.”
Kato's only response is to tap away the silvery ashes at the tip and bring his cigarette up for a long drag.
Yamashita shrugs and turns away to face the city lights in the distance, tapping a cigarette out of his own pack.
“Not the sort to practice what you preach, are you?” Kato finally deigns to speak.
“I'm off duty now,” Yamashita replies nonchalantly as he lights up himself. “How did you get that anyway?” He gestures carelessly at the rectangular cardboard box resting in the younger man's lap.
“I managed to get out of the bed and all the way down to the ground floor by myself today. There's a vending machine for cigarettes right around the corner from the hospital entrance, isn't that convenient?” Kato picks up the cigarette pack with his other hand and gives it a little shake. “Behold, the fruits of my therapy.”
Yamashita glances at Kato out of the corner of his eye, wondering if a closer watch will have to be kept on his patient.
From down below, the muted sounds of vehicular traffic float up towards them, easily overpowered by the rustle of the cold wind.
“You knows what scares me the most, right now?” Kato's husky voice is quiet, his tone measured, as if he's merely commenting on the plight of some unrelated person.
Yamashita doesn't bother to answer the rhetorical question. He keeps his eyes fixed on the lit spire of Tokyo tower, orange-red against the dark night.
“I'm forgetting,” Kato looks up at Yamashita from his seat in the wheelchair, “I'm forgetting, Yamashita-sensei, what it's like to see the world from where you are.”
Yamashita only remains silent, and blows another smoke ring into the sky.
owari
A/N: comments are definitely appreciated. i'm supposed to have a whole bunch of other vague ideas bt this, but it's so depressing to write, so triv, u'll jus have to make do with this pathetic little piece of fail until i can bring myself to make shige suffer again :p
Written: 091108
Summary: A doctor and his patient speak. Shige, Yamapi. AU. WC: 371.
Fandom: Johnny's Entertainment.
Notes: For the meme where you have to shuffle your ipod and drabble on whatever songs come up. The 2nd song is 鷺巣詩郎's 'requiem for the lost ones'. Based on trivialaffair's epic The Porn Shop. She has kindly agreed to let me play in her wonderful universe again :) Thanks, dear!
“It's a little too cold for you to be out here, I think.” Yamashita steps out of the shadows onto the balcony, leaning against the railing next to Kato Shigeaki.
The cool breeze gusting gently into their faces has the chilly bite of fall going into winter.
Yamashita nods at the lit nicotine stick dangling from between Kato's left index and middle fingers. “And it's a sure bet Koyama-san won't be happy at all if he knows you're doing that.”
Kato's only response is to tap away the silvery ashes at the tip and bring his cigarette up for a long drag.
Yamashita shrugs and turns away to face the city lights in the distance, tapping a cigarette out of his own pack.
“Not the sort to practice what you preach, are you?” Kato finally deigns to speak.
“I'm off duty now,” Yamashita replies nonchalantly as he lights up himself. “How did you get that anyway?” He gestures carelessly at the rectangular cardboard box resting in the younger man's lap.
“I managed to get out of the bed and all the way down to the ground floor by myself today. There's a vending machine for cigarettes right around the corner from the hospital entrance, isn't that convenient?” Kato picks up the cigarette pack with his other hand and gives it a little shake. “Behold, the fruits of my therapy.”
Yamashita glances at Kato out of the corner of his eye, wondering if a closer watch will have to be kept on his patient.
From down below, the muted sounds of vehicular traffic float up towards them, easily overpowered by the rustle of the cold wind.
“You knows what scares me the most, right now?” Kato's husky voice is quiet, his tone measured, as if he's merely commenting on the plight of some unrelated person.
Yamashita doesn't bother to answer the rhetorical question. He keeps his eyes fixed on the lit spire of Tokyo tower, orange-red against the dark night.
“I'm forgetting,” Kato looks up at Yamashita from his seat in the wheelchair, “I'm forgetting, Yamashita-sensei, what it's like to see the world from where you are.”
Yamashita only remains silent, and blows another smoke ring into the sky.
owari
A/N: comments are definitely appreciated. i'm supposed to have a whole bunch of other vague ideas bt this, but it's so depressing to write, so triv, u'll jus have to make do with this pathetic little piece of fail until i can bring myself to make shige suffer again :p