Drabble (Ficlet?) a Day #27-28
(I think I'm back on track with this one now? Or maybe I'm still one day behind.)
Anyway, I didn't expect to write more than one AkiUme fic and this one started out as what was just supposed to be a short, single scene, but... well, then it kind of grew a little. So, it's counting as two ficlets.
Hanazakari no Kimitachi e, Akiha/Umeda, PG at most. I love Nakajo so much it's ridiculous and I am not worthy of her creations. ;___;♥ (Except if she's not going to give me retarded AkiUme domesticity where Umeda is secretly a giant fluffy marshmellow, well, I'm just going to write it myself. Consider this your warning.)
Thanks to tammaiya for the original prompt. Also contains total bs'ing of Akiha's family line, since we know so little. Set in a vague future where I made them live together.
drabble/ficlet #27-28:
When the letter comes in the mail, it's Hokuto who picks up the stack of mostly unimportant bank account notices and promotional flyers. He has no intention of even looking twice at it, but the handwritten address catches his eye. It's addressed to Akiha and the writing style is unfamiliar, the sender's name one he doesn't recognize right away.
Sachiko Moreau, which sounds French and it takes him awhile to figure out why that suddenly seems a little familiar.
When he realizes the letter is from Akiha's mother, he has the stupidest urge to dump it in the trash without a word. He stares at it for a moment longer and decides that Akiha is an adult who can answer (or throw away) his own damn mail.
He drops it back into the pile unopened.
*
Hokuto has nearly forgotten about the letter when Akiha returns to the apartment, doesn't think of it until Akiha tosses his coat over the dining room chair and kicks off his shoes not quite in the entryway (no matter how many times Hokuto has told him to pick up after himself, because, no, it is never too late to learn proper manners) and Akiha greets him cheerfully from the other room.
There is no dramatic moment, Akiha is simply quiet for more than ten seconds and isn't asking to hear about his day or tell him how mean Kotobuki was when she insulted the special lunch he'd made today and it reminds Hokuto. It's not that he wants to do something nice for the idiot, it's just that he doesn't want to deal with him all night.
This is simply self-preservation.
*
Hokuto wanders in to lazily lean against the doorway, watching Akiha turn the letter over in his hands with a faintly surprised look. He sighs a little to himself and thinks that he can be nice this once, especially if it makes it easier on himself. He brushes past Akiha and grabs his own coat from the closet.
"I'm not in the mood to stay in all night," Hokuto says, not looking at Akiha. He shrugs into his coat and shoes, tapping them firmly against the floor and making sure he his keys are in his pocket. "Come on, let's go out for dinner, you can buy."
He doesn't say anything when he sees Akiha slide the letter into his own coat pocket before hurrying to catch up with Hokuto.
*
Hokuto doesn't care what Akiha does with the letter (really) and doesn't bring up that he knew about it, so it's nearly two weeks before he finds out what happened. They're in the middle of some god-awful B-movie about robots taking over the country or something like that (and even he's bored with it) and not really drunk but feeling mellow after his second beer.
"I had lunch with my mother today," Akiha says like it's just casual conversation and it means nothing. "She said she wanted to meet with me and we were both free today. It was kind of strange to see her again... she said she was proud of me and how much I'd accomplished."
Hokuto feels a sharp something that he doesn't examine too closely because it's not like there's anything he could do anyway, and watches Akiha out of the corner of his eye. Akiha isn't really looking at anything, just scraping his thumbnail along the glass of the beer bottle and Hokuto ignores the urge to take it away from him. (Even more than that, he ignores the stupid, stupid surge of dislike that rises up.)
"She said we should meet again." Akiha puts the bottle down with a faint clink, but still doesn't look at Hokuto. "I'm not sure what to say."
Whatever answer he wants to give, Hokuto knows that he's really in no position to say anything. So instead he clicks off the TV, no longer in the mood for bad movies or even worse conversation. He stretches as he stands and can see Akiha surrepetitiously watching him now.
"Whatever you decide," Hokuto says firmly, but not as coolly as he intended, "make sure you don't regret it afterwards."
He doesn't wait for Akiha to follow him as he wanders toward bed, but as he rounds the hallway corner, Hokuto can hear him shuffle to his feet and stupidly feels a little better.
Anyway, I didn't expect to write more than one AkiUme fic and this one started out as what was just supposed to be a short, single scene, but... well, then it kind of grew a little. So, it's counting as two ficlets.
Hanazakari no Kimitachi e, Akiha/Umeda, PG at most. I love Nakajo so much it's ridiculous and I am not worthy of her creations. ;___;♥ (Except if she's not going to give me retarded AkiUme domesticity where Umeda is secretly a giant fluffy marshmellow, well, I'm just going to write it myself. Consider this your warning.)
Thanks to tammaiya for the original prompt. Also contains total bs'ing of Akiha's family line, since we know so little. Set in a vague future where I made them live together.
drabble/ficlet #27-28:
When the letter comes in the mail, it's Hokuto who picks up the stack of mostly unimportant bank account notices and promotional flyers. He has no intention of even looking twice at it, but the handwritten address catches his eye. It's addressed to Akiha and the writing style is unfamiliar, the sender's name one he doesn't recognize right away.
Sachiko Moreau, which sounds French and it takes him awhile to figure out why that suddenly seems a little familiar.
When he realizes the letter is from Akiha's mother, he has the stupidest urge to dump it in the trash without a word. He stares at it for a moment longer and decides that Akiha is an adult who can answer (or throw away) his own damn mail.
He drops it back into the pile unopened.
*
Hokuto has nearly forgotten about the letter when Akiha returns to the apartment, doesn't think of it until Akiha tosses his coat over the dining room chair and kicks off his shoes not quite in the entryway (no matter how many times Hokuto has told him to pick up after himself, because, no, it is never too late to learn proper manners) and Akiha greets him cheerfully from the other room.
There is no dramatic moment, Akiha is simply quiet for more than ten seconds and isn't asking to hear about his day or tell him how mean Kotobuki was when she insulted the special lunch he'd made today and it reminds Hokuto. It's not that he wants to do something nice for the idiot, it's just that he doesn't want to deal with him all night.
This is simply self-preservation.
*
Hokuto wanders in to lazily lean against the doorway, watching Akiha turn the letter over in his hands with a faintly surprised look. He sighs a little to himself and thinks that he can be nice this once, especially if it makes it easier on himself. He brushes past Akiha and grabs his own coat from the closet.
"I'm not in the mood to stay in all night," Hokuto says, not looking at Akiha. He shrugs into his coat and shoes, tapping them firmly against the floor and making sure he his keys are in his pocket. "Come on, let's go out for dinner, you can buy."
He doesn't say anything when he sees Akiha slide the letter into his own coat pocket before hurrying to catch up with Hokuto.
*
Hokuto doesn't care what Akiha does with the letter (really) and doesn't bring up that he knew about it, so it's nearly two weeks before he finds out what happened. They're in the middle of some god-awful B-movie about robots taking over the country or something like that (and even he's bored with it) and not really drunk but feeling mellow after his second beer.
"I had lunch with my mother today," Akiha says like it's just casual conversation and it means nothing. "She said she wanted to meet with me and we were both free today. It was kind of strange to see her again... she said she was proud of me and how much I'd accomplished."
Hokuto feels a sharp something that he doesn't examine too closely because it's not like there's anything he could do anyway, and watches Akiha out of the corner of his eye. Akiha isn't really looking at anything, just scraping his thumbnail along the glass of the beer bottle and Hokuto ignores the urge to take it away from him. (Even more than that, he ignores the stupid, stupid surge of dislike that rises up.)
"She said we should meet again." Akiha puts the bottle down with a faint clink, but still doesn't look at Hokuto. "I'm not sure what to say."
Whatever answer he wants to give, Hokuto knows that he's really in no position to say anything. So instead he clicks off the TV, no longer in the mood for bad movies or even worse conversation. He stretches as he stands and can see Akiha surrepetitiously watching him now.
"Whatever you decide," Hokuto says firmly, but not as coolly as he intended, "make sure you don't regret it afterwards."
He doesn't wait for Akiha to follow him as he wanders toward bed, but as he rounds the hallway corner, Hokuto can hear him shuffle to his feet and stupidly feels a little better.