Kiss Meme
So this "Kiss Meme" was making its rounds on Plurk. I haven't written fic in a long time, so I feel a bit rusty, but it sounded fun! Basically, people suggest a pair of characters, and I write a snippet featuring them that ends with a kiss. I was supposed to do three, but I'm so exhausted right now, I could only churn out two. XD;; I've interpreted "kiss" with some liberty.
These are the two, both for shadows_in_mind, who asked for Yukimura/Kirihara from tenipuri and Yohji/Knight from WK. I hope you like them, girlie! ♥
Yukimura/Kirihara
Before Awakening (from our vampire AU, feudal Japan)
The scent of blood was thick in the air. The fields were cloaked in night, but his eyes could see the bodies strewn across the grounds, these once glorious warriors now carrion for the crows to feed upon. War came fast and viciously to this country, burning a merciless path in its wake, leaving nothing more than wasted farmlands and ashes stamped with bloodied footprints.
This was once his homeland. The country he had forsaken in exchange for another life, though whether it could be called ‘living’ was a matter for debate.
--
News of the war had reached him two days ago when he was hundreds of miles hence, and though it was protocol to take leave of his Sire before quitting his sanctuary, he was in no condition to give a damn. It was only moments after the messenger had left him that he’d made his way from his chambers to the back gate. He had no time to lose.
“Where are you going…?” A low voice murmured quietly.
Yukimura narrowed his eyes at the tall figure that stepped out as if from the shadows to bar his way.
“I have some business to attend to,” he said with a tight voice.
“Oh, I can see that,” the tall one chuckled as he slid his long, pale fingers through his hair. “When will you return? If, indeed, you intend to.”
They stood for a brief moment in silence, for Yukimura had no immediate answer to that, and he knew that his Sire would see right through him if he tried to lie.
“Kikyo. I have to go.” He was not asking for permission. Though he was still a young one, there was a fiery resolve in him that no one - not even his maker - could deny.
Kikyo took a step forward and touched him on his cheek with his icy fingertips. There was something in Kikyo’s eyes that almost looked like regret, but as usual, the vampire was quick at masking his emotion, if he had any to speak of. The fingers slipped away from his face and Kikyo swept past him, disappearing into the darkness without another word. His reckoning would come later.
--
He searched the fields, frantic. There was so much blood he could barely distinguish between them all, the intermingling smells almost dizzying to inhale. The carnage was a thing to behold, spread out across the battle grounds as far as his night eyes could see. Limbs jutting out at unnatural angles. Voices of the dying crying out for a mercy death.
Maybe among them were those he once knew, his captains, his generals, his men that had fought beside him years ago when he was their lord. But none of that mattered now. Nothing mattered of his past life, save the one precious thing he’d left behind-
Akaya.
His brother. The only thing that kept him bound to the world of the living. He could not die. Not here upon this bloody field. Not ever. If it was Akaya’s fate to be slain tonight, Yukimura would change that destiny by force. These were dangerous thoughts, but a desperate heart was not one that could listen to the voice of reason.
He found him upon the river bank, fallen beside his dead warhorse.
“Akaya!” He ran to his side and took him up into his arms. The body was still warm, and he could sense a faint pulse upon the clammy skin. “Akaya! Answer me!”
The young man drew a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering for a moment before opening slowly. He blinked a few times and spoke with a hitching voice- “Ani..ue…?”
“Yes, it is I,” Yukimura said, trying to disguise his frenzied heart with that calm demeanor he was once so good at creating.
“I knew…knew you would come back,” Akaya said, smiling weakly. It was his final hour, this much he knew. Perhaps he was having a hallucination as he wavered in between the world of the living and the world of the dead. Why else would he be seeing his long lost brother now? He reached up to touch his brother’s lips with his bloody fingertips. Yukimura sucked his breath in sharply. “Are you crying, ani-ue…?”
“…Of course not.”
“Whatever you say…” Akaya gave him a cocky little smirk, and in that dying face, Yukimura saw the brother he had always loved.
The fingers slipped off his lips as Akaya’s arm fell limply to his side.
“No! No…you can’t leave me…!” The words came sobbing out, despite all efforts to keep them in.
“…Stupid. You’re the one who left first,” Akaya said, his eyes starting to close, but his lips still forming that characteristic smirk.
Yukimura gathered his brother up and leaned in to bury his face into his neck.
“Will you come with me…?” he whispered, voicing the words that he knew were forbidden.
Akaya laughed, as though his brother could not have asked him anything so easy to answer as this.
“…Take me with you.”
Yohji/Knight
Teamwork
Here they were once again, sitting in a car concealed in a back alley, staking out that same warehouse they’d been watching for almost a week. It was hard enough to stay alert during such missions as it was, but tonight was especially difficult, since Yuushi had hardly gotten any sleep the night before. He blamed this - and his raging headache - on the man sitting beside him in the passenger seat: Kudoh Yohji.
The infuriating bastard who came home at three in the morning, wasted, and had stumbled all over the couch where Yuushi had finally fallen asleep just moments before. Yuushi was not accustomed to being assaulted in the middle of the night by a happy drunk stinking of booze, cigarettes, and cheap perfume. Actually, Yuushi was not accustomed to a lot of things, namely, having to give up the comforts of his own home in favor of a lumpy living room couch in that damned place they called the “Kitten’s House.”
But the orders were clear, as Queen had impressed upon him. Their joint mission was exactly that. They had to work in continuous shifts, which meant coming and going as a team, no matter how makeshift a one they happened to be.
Yuushi and Yohji had gotten off on the wrong foot from the very beginning, which was not surprising, given their temperaments. The fact that they were subsequently paired up for the difficult night shift was something that seemed suspiciously deliberate. Though as with most things, their mission planner Omi kept wisely mum about his intentions.
Yohji flipped the page of the magazine he had spread out over his knee, sighing deeply for what felt like the dozenth time.
“Could you at least pretend to be working?” Yuushi muttered with annoyance.
“Oh, I’m sorry…am I breathing too loudly, Your Highness? I’ll try to hold my breath, if that’ll please you better.”
“Hold your damn breath and pass out, for all I care.”
“What, and leave all this work to you?” Yohji said drily, waving his hand in the direction of the silent warehouse. “I wouldn’t imagine it.”
“I’m sure.”
Yohji sighed again, tossing his wrinkled magazine onto the back seat before reaching into a pocket for his pack of cigarettes.
“You’re not smoking in my car,” Yuushi said, glancing at him from the corners of his eyes with a no-nonsense look.
“Fine, fine.” Yohji opened the door and stepped out.
Yuushi leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and feeling eager for the night to end.
“Oi.”
He nearly jumped up at the voice, and he snapped his head toward the passenger side window, where Yohji was leaning in and smirking.
“Hey, you got any coffee?”
“….some.” Yuushi reached for his flask and grudgingly passed it across to him. If he weren’t such a damn knight, he would’ve told him to stick it, but that wasn’t in his nature.
“Thanks, Highness,” Yohji grinned.
“Call me that again, and you’ll be walking home after this shift.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“Whatever.” Yohji flipped open the flask and took a long sip of coffee - an excellent exotic blend that was quite a change from Weiss’s usual bitter brew. “Go ahead, then. I’ll just take a nap in Aya’s car during their shift and he’ll drive me home.”
“Hn. You’ll have Ran drive you home? He drives like a maniac.”
Yohji’s expression tightened at the mention of ‘Ran,’ though he still kept a dark grin on his face. “I know that,” he said, an acerbic edge to his voice. He turned his back again, leaning his bony ass up against the passenger door, smoking his cigarettes and drinking Yuushi’s expensive coffee.
--
“Hey…could you hand me the coffee?”
It was almost half an hour later, and Yuushi was truly beginning to feel the effects of his nearly sleepless night. He was irritable, and the lack of any action on the warehouse front was making him impatient on top of that.
“Sure, yeah.” Yohji passed the flask through the window.
Yuushi tilted it back to take a sip…and found it empty.
“Hey! You could’ve left me some! What the hell is this?”
“Whoa hey, calm down, man! It’s not my fault. Your bottle’s so nice and heavy, you know? I couldn’t tell how much was left until…it was gone.” Yohji gave him a shrug, but he didn’t look very apologetic.
“Unbelievable…” Yuushi rubbed the crease between his eyebrows. “You woke me up in the middle of night. I’m working here on maybe an hour or two of sleep, thanks to you.”
“Come on! How long are you gonna hold that against me? I apologized, didn’t I?”
“How long? It was last night, for god’s sake!”
“That was hours ago! Fuck..” Yohji yanked out another cigarette and lit it with frustration.
They fell back into a pissy silence for another hour or two, during which time Yohji continued to chain smoke, and Yuushi got out of the car to lean against the driver’s side door, since the very sight of Yohji’s ass on his passenger window was giving him ire.
“Well, I’m heading down the block for a pack of cigs,” Yohji announced, five minutes after he’d flicked his last cigarette to the ground. He was already breezing past the front of the car to leave the alley.
“You’re not going anywhere, Kudoh,” Yuushi snapped, not even bothering to glance at him as he spoke. “ You’re gonna stay right here and finish this damn shift.”
“What, you expect me to just stand here in your charming company without my cigarettes? You gotta be kidding me!”
“I’ve had enough of your bullshit. You’re on the job. Deal with it.”
“All right, fine. Then why don’t you go get me some? You look like you could use the walk. Get yourself a cup of coffee while you’re at it.”
“What?? Why should I be your errand boy? Who do you think I am?”
“Oh! Who do I think YOU are? Sorry I keep crossing you, Your Highness! But I’m just tryin’ to get through the night. I’m fresh out of ideas here.”
“Do you ever shut up, Kudoh??”
“Apparently not.”
“I can think up a few ideas that might help you with that.”
“You know what? Here’s an idea. Why don’t you just kiss. My. Ass.”
What happened next was hardly a shocking turn of events. Yohji got a fist in his face, which would leave a healthy bruise on his lip for a week. And from what Omi heard later, the two of them were still at each other’s throats when Aya and Ken had arrived to relieve them.
Fortunately, the night had passed without any developments at the warehouse, and Omi’s final report of the shift was summarized succinctly thus:
Surveillance, Night 6
No incidents.
Balinese and Knight: continue to work on teamwork issues.
These are the two, both for shadows_in_mind, who asked for Yukimura/Kirihara from tenipuri and Yohji/Knight from WK. I hope you like them, girlie! ♥
Yukimura/Kirihara
Before Awakening (from our vampire AU, feudal Japan)
The scent of blood was thick in the air. The fields were cloaked in night, but his eyes could see the bodies strewn across the grounds, these once glorious warriors now carrion for the crows to feed upon. War came fast and viciously to this country, burning a merciless path in its wake, leaving nothing more than wasted farmlands and ashes stamped with bloodied footprints.
This was once his homeland. The country he had forsaken in exchange for another life, though whether it could be called ‘living’ was a matter for debate.
--
News of the war had reached him two days ago when he was hundreds of miles hence, and though it was protocol to take leave of his Sire before quitting his sanctuary, he was in no condition to give a damn. It was only moments after the messenger had left him that he’d made his way from his chambers to the back gate. He had no time to lose.
“Where are you going…?” A low voice murmured quietly.
Yukimura narrowed his eyes at the tall figure that stepped out as if from the shadows to bar his way.
“I have some business to attend to,” he said with a tight voice.
“Oh, I can see that,” the tall one chuckled as he slid his long, pale fingers through his hair. “When will you return? If, indeed, you intend to.”
They stood for a brief moment in silence, for Yukimura had no immediate answer to that, and he knew that his Sire would see right through him if he tried to lie.
“Kikyo. I have to go.” He was not asking for permission. Though he was still a young one, there was a fiery resolve in him that no one - not even his maker - could deny.
Kikyo took a step forward and touched him on his cheek with his icy fingertips. There was something in Kikyo’s eyes that almost looked like regret, but as usual, the vampire was quick at masking his emotion, if he had any to speak of. The fingers slipped away from his face and Kikyo swept past him, disappearing into the darkness without another word. His reckoning would come later.
--
He searched the fields, frantic. There was so much blood he could barely distinguish between them all, the intermingling smells almost dizzying to inhale. The carnage was a thing to behold, spread out across the battle grounds as far as his night eyes could see. Limbs jutting out at unnatural angles. Voices of the dying crying out for a mercy death.
Maybe among them were those he once knew, his captains, his generals, his men that had fought beside him years ago when he was their lord. But none of that mattered now. Nothing mattered of his past life, save the one precious thing he’d left behind-
Akaya.
His brother. The only thing that kept him bound to the world of the living. He could not die. Not here upon this bloody field. Not ever. If it was Akaya’s fate to be slain tonight, Yukimura would change that destiny by force. These were dangerous thoughts, but a desperate heart was not one that could listen to the voice of reason.
He found him upon the river bank, fallen beside his dead warhorse.
“Akaya!” He ran to his side and took him up into his arms. The body was still warm, and he could sense a faint pulse upon the clammy skin. “Akaya! Answer me!”
The young man drew a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering for a moment before opening slowly. He blinked a few times and spoke with a hitching voice- “Ani..ue…?”
“Yes, it is I,” Yukimura said, trying to disguise his frenzied heart with that calm demeanor he was once so good at creating.
“I knew…knew you would come back,” Akaya said, smiling weakly. It was his final hour, this much he knew. Perhaps he was having a hallucination as he wavered in between the world of the living and the world of the dead. Why else would he be seeing his long lost brother now? He reached up to touch his brother’s lips with his bloody fingertips. Yukimura sucked his breath in sharply. “Are you crying, ani-ue…?”
“…Of course not.”
“Whatever you say…” Akaya gave him a cocky little smirk, and in that dying face, Yukimura saw the brother he had always loved.
The fingers slipped off his lips as Akaya’s arm fell limply to his side.
“No! No…you can’t leave me…!” The words came sobbing out, despite all efforts to keep them in.
“…Stupid. You’re the one who left first,” Akaya said, his eyes starting to close, but his lips still forming that characteristic smirk.
Yukimura gathered his brother up and leaned in to bury his face into his neck.
“Will you come with me…?” he whispered, voicing the words that he knew were forbidden.
Akaya laughed, as though his brother could not have asked him anything so easy to answer as this.
“…Take me with you.”
Yohji/Knight
Teamwork
Here they were once again, sitting in a car concealed in a back alley, staking out that same warehouse they’d been watching for almost a week. It was hard enough to stay alert during such missions as it was, but tonight was especially difficult, since Yuushi had hardly gotten any sleep the night before. He blamed this - and his raging headache - on the man sitting beside him in the passenger seat: Kudoh Yohji.
The infuriating bastard who came home at three in the morning, wasted, and had stumbled all over the couch where Yuushi had finally fallen asleep just moments before. Yuushi was not accustomed to being assaulted in the middle of the night by a happy drunk stinking of booze, cigarettes, and cheap perfume. Actually, Yuushi was not accustomed to a lot of things, namely, having to give up the comforts of his own home in favor of a lumpy living room couch in that damned place they called the “Kitten’s House.”
But the orders were clear, as Queen had impressed upon him. Their joint mission was exactly that. They had to work in continuous shifts, which meant coming and going as a team, no matter how makeshift a one they happened to be.
Yuushi and Yohji had gotten off on the wrong foot from the very beginning, which was not surprising, given their temperaments. The fact that they were subsequently paired up for the difficult night shift was something that seemed suspiciously deliberate. Though as with most things, their mission planner Omi kept wisely mum about his intentions.
Yohji flipped the page of the magazine he had spread out over his knee, sighing deeply for what felt like the dozenth time.
“Could you at least pretend to be working?” Yuushi muttered with annoyance.
“Oh, I’m sorry…am I breathing too loudly, Your Highness? I’ll try to hold my breath, if that’ll please you better.”
“Hold your damn breath and pass out, for all I care.”
“What, and leave all this work to you?” Yohji said drily, waving his hand in the direction of the silent warehouse. “I wouldn’t imagine it.”
“I’m sure.”
Yohji sighed again, tossing his wrinkled magazine onto the back seat before reaching into a pocket for his pack of cigarettes.
“You’re not smoking in my car,” Yuushi said, glancing at him from the corners of his eyes with a no-nonsense look.
“Fine, fine.” Yohji opened the door and stepped out.
Yuushi leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and feeling eager for the night to end.
“Oi.”
He nearly jumped up at the voice, and he snapped his head toward the passenger side window, where Yohji was leaning in and smirking.
“Hey, you got any coffee?”
“….some.” Yuushi reached for his flask and grudgingly passed it across to him. If he weren’t such a damn knight, he would’ve told him to stick it, but that wasn’t in his nature.
“Thanks, Highness,” Yohji grinned.
“Call me that again, and you’ll be walking home after this shift.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“Whatever.” Yohji flipped open the flask and took a long sip of coffee - an excellent exotic blend that was quite a change from Weiss’s usual bitter brew. “Go ahead, then. I’ll just take a nap in Aya’s car during their shift and he’ll drive me home.”
“Hn. You’ll have Ran drive you home? He drives like a maniac.”
Yohji’s expression tightened at the mention of ‘Ran,’ though he still kept a dark grin on his face. “I know that,” he said, an acerbic edge to his voice. He turned his back again, leaning his bony ass up against the passenger door, smoking his cigarettes and drinking Yuushi’s expensive coffee.
--
“Hey…could you hand me the coffee?”
It was almost half an hour later, and Yuushi was truly beginning to feel the effects of his nearly sleepless night. He was irritable, and the lack of any action on the warehouse front was making him impatient on top of that.
“Sure, yeah.” Yohji passed the flask through the window.
Yuushi tilted it back to take a sip…and found it empty.
“Hey! You could’ve left me some! What the hell is this?”
“Whoa hey, calm down, man! It’s not my fault. Your bottle’s so nice and heavy, you know? I couldn’t tell how much was left until…it was gone.” Yohji gave him a shrug, but he didn’t look very apologetic.
“Unbelievable…” Yuushi rubbed the crease between his eyebrows. “You woke me up in the middle of night. I’m working here on maybe an hour or two of sleep, thanks to you.”
“Come on! How long are you gonna hold that against me? I apologized, didn’t I?”
“How long? It was last night, for god’s sake!”
“That was hours ago! Fuck..” Yohji yanked out another cigarette and lit it with frustration.
They fell back into a pissy silence for another hour or two, during which time Yohji continued to chain smoke, and Yuushi got out of the car to lean against the driver’s side door, since the very sight of Yohji’s ass on his passenger window was giving him ire.
“Well, I’m heading down the block for a pack of cigs,” Yohji announced, five minutes after he’d flicked his last cigarette to the ground. He was already breezing past the front of the car to leave the alley.
“You’re not going anywhere, Kudoh,” Yuushi snapped, not even bothering to glance at him as he spoke. “ You’re gonna stay right here and finish this damn shift.”
“What, you expect me to just stand here in your charming company without my cigarettes? You gotta be kidding me!”
“I’ve had enough of your bullshit. You’re on the job. Deal with it.”
“All right, fine. Then why don’t you go get me some? You look like you could use the walk. Get yourself a cup of coffee while you’re at it.”
“What?? Why should I be your errand boy? Who do you think I am?”
“Oh! Who do I think YOU are? Sorry I keep crossing you, Your Highness! But I’m just tryin’ to get through the night. I’m fresh out of ideas here.”
“Do you ever shut up, Kudoh??”
“Apparently not.”
“I can think up a few ideas that might help you with that.”
“You know what? Here’s an idea. Why don’t you just kiss. My. Ass.”
What happened next was hardly a shocking turn of events. Yohji got a fist in his face, which would leave a healthy bruise on his lip for a week. And from what Omi heard later, the two of them were still at each other’s throats when Aya and Ken had arrived to relieve them.
Fortunately, the night had passed without any developments at the warehouse, and Omi’s final report of the shift was summarized succinctly thus:
Surveillance, Night 6
No incidents.
Balinese and Knight: continue to work on teamwork issues.