[Inu wo Kau to iu Koto] Vicissitudes
Title: Vicissitudes
Pairing: Yuuji/Sachiko
Rating: PG
Summary: For everything that's in between. Series of drabbles.
A/N: I-I. Don't. Even know. I blame everything on reiicharu who apparently loves Yuuji and Sachiko as much as I do. BB, thank you for flailing with me and writing awesome drabbles in return *__*!
to have and to hold
Hotta always finds himself smiling when Sachiko is around, but he never sees her face light up as much as it does whenever a young man carrying a guitar on his back walks into the hospital lobby, looking for her. Hotta looks at Sachiko, knowing her attention on him is lost as she sneaks a not-so-surreptitious look at her reflection on a nearby window while tucking nonexistent stray strands of hair behind her bun, her palms smoothing down nonexistent wrinkles on her skirt.
"Do I look okay?" she demands, facing him.
He laughs. "You're perfect."
But he thinks she doesn't hear his answer as she turns away to walk up to the other man, whose face lights up as much as hers does at her approach.
Hotta looks away, a smile still plastered to his face, though his jaw hurt trying to hold it.
(but she will never be his to have.)
for better or for worse
Yuuji tends to become bolder when he’s intoxicated-so much tonight that he actually starts groping Sachiko, right there in the bar.
Or at least attempts to. His hand hasn’t even gotten past her shirt, but her fist is already connecting with his jaw. It's not nearly enough to knock the drunkenness out of his system, though he swears later he saw stars.
It's her who takes him home rather than the other way around; mad though she is over his behavior. He trips over his feet while trying to remove his shoes, and Yuuji doesn't remember how they get from the front door to her straddling him in bed, doesn't feel much of anything else but the heat of her hand wrapped around him.
"Don't you dare touch me like that again," she hisses, eyes flashing down at him, before she thinks to add, "in public. Understand?"
He opens his mouth to answer in the affirmative, but she's leaned down to swallow the moan that escapes past his lips as she proceeds to 'punish' him.
( it will always get better, he thinks.)
for richer or poorer
It was raining when they first met.
The downpour is sudden and intense and soaks Sachiko within thirty seconds. She finds herself quickly ducking into the nearest restaurant-bar, she learns once she's entered-because she'd left her umbrella at home and her bag wasn't wide enough to hold over her head.
She hopes she doesn't make a spectacle of herself (though she couldn't do much about the water dripping in her wake) as she approaches the counter, her white uniform sticking to her skin, but thankfully everyone's attention seem to be drawn to the band playing on stage. She means to just ask the bartender if he possibly has an umbrella she could borrow and that she'd promise to return it-it had been a long day at nursing school and all she wanted was to crash into bed without dinner-but Sachiko finds herself watching the band, just like everyone else.
What catches her attention is not the lead singer (though he is pretty cute, handsome even), but the guitarist, hunched over his seat and strumming away furiously like his entire being depended on it.
She barely notices the performance is over until the entire bar erupts into an applause, making her jump. The bartender jumps at the same time he notices her and the puddle at her feet.
"Miss-are you alright? What would you like?"
Sachiko shakes her head, hugging her bag to her chest. "I... Nothing, I just- Do you have an umbrella I could borrow?" she asks in a rush. "It's raining outside, and-"
"I have an umbrella," someone speaks up. She turns, and there he is, approaching them with his guitar slung over one shoulder. Up close, he looked normal and ordinary (the lead singer is definitely cuter), but he had a spark in his eyes that was earnest. He meets her gaze, and then ducks his head. "If you don't mind, we could share..."
"Aw, Yuuji, going home already?" someone shouts. He is apologetic, saying something about having a part-time the next day that started early.
Outside, the rain has slowed to a soft drizzle. Sachiko obstinately refuses his jacket even though she was close to freezing.
As they walk off, his stomach grumbles audibly.
Which makes her realize that she was hungry, too. Their eyes meet. He smiles, embarrassed. She laughs.
They split the bill in half over a shared bowl of ramen because neither of them had enough money, talking late into the night and not noticing that the rains have stopped.
(they will always be rich in love.)
in sickness and in health
Sachiko hates being sick. It's almost an insult for someone who's a nurse, albeit one who had dropped out of school for it. Also, being sick meant she had to take the day off from work and earn the ire of her supervisor, which meant a cut from her paycheck.
Plus she worries because Yuuji could only be depended on to cook rice and not much of anything else.
"There are leftovers in the fridge," she manages to say before hacking up a tremendous cough that leaves Masaru impressed instead of scared. Yuuji promptly leads her from the kitchen and back to bed, despite her raspy protests.
"Don't worry, we'll be okay," he assures her, brushing back her hair from her forehead before leaving for his part-time construction job.
But she does worry. In bed, she tosses and turns and sends mails to Yuuji's phone telling him to be careful and not be clumsy and to pick up Mako at school and to check Masaru's homework, before falling into a fitful sleep that unconsciously eases when Sky totters into the space that makes up their bedroom and curls up beside her.
When she next wakes, Yuuji is hovering over her with an anxious look on his face that dissolves as she blinks up at him. "How d'you feel?" he whispers.
Sachiko blinks a few more times, then smiles. "Better," she says, and it’s true. "Masaru?"
"Doing his homework." He helps her sit up, arranging their pillows behind her back.
"Mako?"
"Playing with Sky. Here, have some soup."
"You cooked?" The incredulity in her voice is evident.
"It's just soup!" Yuuji has the grace to sound a bit affronted, but she doesn't have the grace to even look apologetic, hiding her laughter behind one hand. She takes the bowl from him because being spoon-fed is silly and absurd and feeds herself, and she thinks it's the best soup she's had in a long time.
Sometimes, Sachiko doesn't mind being sick.
( they will always take care of each other.)
Pairing: Yuuji/Sachiko
Rating: PG
Summary: For everything that's in between. Series of drabbles.
A/N: I-I. Don't. Even know. I blame everything on reiicharu who apparently loves Yuuji and Sachiko as much as I do. BB, thank you for flailing with me and writing awesome drabbles in return *__*!
to have and to hold
Hotta always finds himself smiling when Sachiko is around, but he never sees her face light up as much as it does whenever a young man carrying a guitar on his back walks into the hospital lobby, looking for her. Hotta looks at Sachiko, knowing her attention on him is lost as she sneaks a not-so-surreptitious look at her reflection on a nearby window while tucking nonexistent stray strands of hair behind her bun, her palms smoothing down nonexistent wrinkles on her skirt.
"Do I look okay?" she demands, facing him.
He laughs. "You're perfect."
But he thinks she doesn't hear his answer as she turns away to walk up to the other man, whose face lights up as much as hers does at her approach.
Hotta looks away, a smile still plastered to his face, though his jaw hurt trying to hold it.
(but she will never be his to have.)
for better or for worse
Yuuji tends to become bolder when he’s intoxicated-so much tonight that he actually starts groping Sachiko, right there in the bar.
Or at least attempts to. His hand hasn’t even gotten past her shirt, but her fist is already connecting with his jaw. It's not nearly enough to knock the drunkenness out of his system, though he swears later he saw stars.
It's her who takes him home rather than the other way around; mad though she is over his behavior. He trips over his feet while trying to remove his shoes, and Yuuji doesn't remember how they get from the front door to her straddling him in bed, doesn't feel much of anything else but the heat of her hand wrapped around him.
"Don't you dare touch me like that again," she hisses, eyes flashing down at him, before she thinks to add, "in public. Understand?"
He opens his mouth to answer in the affirmative, but she's leaned down to swallow the moan that escapes past his lips as she proceeds to 'punish' him.
( it will always get better, he thinks.)
for richer or poorer
It was raining when they first met.
The downpour is sudden and intense and soaks Sachiko within thirty seconds. She finds herself quickly ducking into the nearest restaurant-bar, she learns once she's entered-because she'd left her umbrella at home and her bag wasn't wide enough to hold over her head.
She hopes she doesn't make a spectacle of herself (though she couldn't do much about the water dripping in her wake) as she approaches the counter, her white uniform sticking to her skin, but thankfully everyone's attention seem to be drawn to the band playing on stage. She means to just ask the bartender if he possibly has an umbrella she could borrow and that she'd promise to return it-it had been a long day at nursing school and all she wanted was to crash into bed without dinner-but Sachiko finds herself watching the band, just like everyone else.
What catches her attention is not the lead singer (though he is pretty cute, handsome even), but the guitarist, hunched over his seat and strumming away furiously like his entire being depended on it.
She barely notices the performance is over until the entire bar erupts into an applause, making her jump. The bartender jumps at the same time he notices her and the puddle at her feet.
"Miss-are you alright? What would you like?"
Sachiko shakes her head, hugging her bag to her chest. "I... Nothing, I just- Do you have an umbrella I could borrow?" she asks in a rush. "It's raining outside, and-"
"I have an umbrella," someone speaks up. She turns, and there he is, approaching them with his guitar slung over one shoulder. Up close, he looked normal and ordinary (the lead singer is definitely cuter), but he had a spark in his eyes that was earnest. He meets her gaze, and then ducks his head. "If you don't mind, we could share..."
"Aw, Yuuji, going home already?" someone shouts. He is apologetic, saying something about having a part-time the next day that started early.
Outside, the rain has slowed to a soft drizzle. Sachiko obstinately refuses his jacket even though she was close to freezing.
As they walk off, his stomach grumbles audibly.
Which makes her realize that she was hungry, too. Their eyes meet. He smiles, embarrassed. She laughs.
They split the bill in half over a shared bowl of ramen because neither of them had enough money, talking late into the night and not noticing that the rains have stopped.
(they will always be rich in love.)
in sickness and in health
Sachiko hates being sick. It's almost an insult for someone who's a nurse, albeit one who had dropped out of school for it. Also, being sick meant she had to take the day off from work and earn the ire of her supervisor, which meant a cut from her paycheck.
Plus she worries because Yuuji could only be depended on to cook rice and not much of anything else.
"There are leftovers in the fridge," she manages to say before hacking up a tremendous cough that leaves Masaru impressed instead of scared. Yuuji promptly leads her from the kitchen and back to bed, despite her raspy protests.
"Don't worry, we'll be okay," he assures her, brushing back her hair from her forehead before leaving for his part-time construction job.
But she does worry. In bed, she tosses and turns and sends mails to Yuuji's phone telling him to be careful and not be clumsy and to pick up Mako at school and to check Masaru's homework, before falling into a fitful sleep that unconsciously eases when Sky totters into the space that makes up their bedroom and curls up beside her.
When she next wakes, Yuuji is hovering over her with an anxious look on his face that dissolves as she blinks up at him. "How d'you feel?" he whispers.
Sachiko blinks a few more times, then smiles. "Better," she says, and it’s true. "Masaru?"
"Doing his homework." He helps her sit up, arranging their pillows behind her back.
"Mako?"
"Playing with Sky. Here, have some soup."
"You cooked?" The incredulity in her voice is evident.
"It's just soup!" Yuuji has the grace to sound a bit affronted, but she doesn't have the grace to even look apologetic, hiding her laughter behind one hand. She takes the bowl from him because being spoon-fed is silly and absurd and feeds herself, and she thinks it's the best soup she's had in a long time.
Sometimes, Sachiko doesn't mind being sick.
( they will always take care of each other.)