Shorts [HnG: Shindou, Touya], [PoT: Tezuka, Yukimura]
Title: International Flights
Fandom: HnG
Word Count: ~300
Notes: for readerofasaph in the drabble meme here
Akira is always first to the airport when they travel for a tournament. He checks in his bags, buys a paper and a coffee, and settles down to wait.
The others - whichever others have been invited to play - show up at the airport together, after crashing at Waya's place ("Because you're closer! It doesn't have anything to do with the beer in your fridge, you cheapskate") and jostle each other for prime position at the self-check in. Hikaru always wins that fight because, as Waya says, he has the sharpest elbows.
"Hey Touya!" he shouts across the lobby, every time without fail. His fingers are white-knucked as he clings to the machine, defending it from all-comers. "What seat are you in?"
Akira has always taken the window seat over the wing, which Hikaru might remember if he wasn't so short on sleep. Hikaru takes the place next to him, swearing to be first next time. He's never managed that. He's only once had a window seat and that was on holiday with his family.
Hikaru spends the rest of the wait napping on the hard benches by the gate, while Waya and Isumi wander around the shops. Akira sits next to him and tries not to think about the years of grime that have built up on the seats. It's best not to mention it, as this way Hikaru is at least coherent when they get on the plane.
Waya spends the flight sleeping and Isumi carefully marks up a guide book so that they don't spend their evenings sitting in the hotel winding each other up (there are times he definitely feels his extra years), and then digs out a novel.
Hikaru produces a foldable board and Akira the pieces.
No further communication is received from them during the flight.
Title: Separation Anxiety
Fandom: PoT
Word Count: ~300
Notes: for readerofasaph in the drabble meme here. The prompt was Seigaku and "Teamwork doesn't tolerate the inconvenience of distance."
One weekend in the middle of rehab, Tezuka comes back to Tokyo to visit. That Saturday afternoon, when his grandfather is at the dojo with his colleagues and his parents have gone for a stroll together to see the spring flowers, Tezuka goes to visit Yukimura. He’s in bed when Tezuka arrives, looking wan but reassuringly far from the sorry creature he’d been only months earlier.
“Are you going to make it?” Yukimura asks, dropping his magazine on the floor with relief and skipping the usual pleasantries. They’re both sick of being asked how they’re feeling. Tezuka’s opened his mouth to answer when his phone beeps quietly.
“Sorry,” he murmurs automatically and flicks it open.
'Hi Tezuka. I wanted your opinion on the training pairs for Monday evening. Sensei said Echizen and Momo, but I was thinking Kaidoh and Momo - we might need them in doubles at Nationals. Good luck with the rehab! :D'
Tezuka sighed. 'That sounds fine. Work hard at training.'
“Your team?” Yukimura asks.
Tezuka nods. “Oishi plans the training schedules for the week ahead after training on Saturday. I should make it in time for Nationals, though I don’t know whether I’ll be on my best form.”
“That’s something. It wouldn’t be the same otherwi...”
Yukimura’s phone vibrates its way off the desk and he sighs. Tezuka retrieves it for him.
“Your team?” Tezuka asks. Yukimura nods.
“Sanada feels it’s important to keep me up to date. I think they’ve drawn up a schedule. Four o'clock on Saturday afternoon is Niou, most likely. It keeps the spam down to a just about manageable level.”
Tezuka winced. Seigaku hadn’t quite gone that far. The group emails were bad enough, and the motivational CD, and the picture album he’d been presented with, and the videos of training so he ‘felt like he was there’, and...
Tezuka’s phone beeped again.
Fandom: HnG
Word Count: ~300
Notes: for readerofasaph in the drabble meme here
Akira is always first to the airport when they travel for a tournament. He checks in his bags, buys a paper and a coffee, and settles down to wait.
The others - whichever others have been invited to play - show up at the airport together, after crashing at Waya's place ("Because you're closer! It doesn't have anything to do with the beer in your fridge, you cheapskate") and jostle each other for prime position at the self-check in. Hikaru always wins that fight because, as Waya says, he has the sharpest elbows.
"Hey Touya!" he shouts across the lobby, every time without fail. His fingers are white-knucked as he clings to the machine, defending it from all-comers. "What seat are you in?"
Akira has always taken the window seat over the wing, which Hikaru might remember if he wasn't so short on sleep. Hikaru takes the place next to him, swearing to be first next time. He's never managed that. He's only once had a window seat and that was on holiday with his family.
Hikaru spends the rest of the wait napping on the hard benches by the gate, while Waya and Isumi wander around the shops. Akira sits next to him and tries not to think about the years of grime that have built up on the seats. It's best not to mention it, as this way Hikaru is at least coherent when they get on the plane.
Waya spends the flight sleeping and Isumi carefully marks up a guide book so that they don't spend their evenings sitting in the hotel winding each other up (there are times he definitely feels his extra years), and then digs out a novel.
Hikaru produces a foldable board and Akira the pieces.
No further communication is received from them during the flight.
Title: Separation Anxiety
Fandom: PoT
Word Count: ~300
Notes: for readerofasaph in the drabble meme here. The prompt was Seigaku and "Teamwork doesn't tolerate the inconvenience of distance."
One weekend in the middle of rehab, Tezuka comes back to Tokyo to visit. That Saturday afternoon, when his grandfather is at the dojo with his colleagues and his parents have gone for a stroll together to see the spring flowers, Tezuka goes to visit Yukimura. He’s in bed when Tezuka arrives, looking wan but reassuringly far from the sorry creature he’d been only months earlier.
“Are you going to make it?” Yukimura asks, dropping his magazine on the floor with relief and skipping the usual pleasantries. They’re both sick of being asked how they’re feeling. Tezuka’s opened his mouth to answer when his phone beeps quietly.
“Sorry,” he murmurs automatically and flicks it open.
'Hi Tezuka. I wanted your opinion on the training pairs for Monday evening. Sensei said Echizen and Momo, but I was thinking Kaidoh and Momo - we might need them in doubles at Nationals. Good luck with the rehab! :D'
Tezuka sighed. 'That sounds fine. Work hard at training.'
“Your team?” Yukimura asks.
Tezuka nods. “Oishi plans the training schedules for the week ahead after training on Saturday. I should make it in time for Nationals, though I don’t know whether I’ll be on my best form.”
“That’s something. It wouldn’t be the same otherwi...”
Yukimura’s phone vibrates its way off the desk and he sighs. Tezuka retrieves it for him.
“Your team?” Tezuka asks. Yukimura nods.
“Sanada feels it’s important to keep me up to date. I think they’ve drawn up a schedule. Four o'clock on Saturday afternoon is Niou, most likely. It keeps the spam down to a just about manageable level.”
Tezuka winced. Seigaku hadn’t quite gone that far. The group emails were bad enough, and the motivational CD, and the picture album he’d been presented with, and the videos of training so he ‘felt like he was there’, and...
Tezuka’s phone beeped again.