maybe i'd tell you a lie [nao&fukunaga]
title: Maybe I'd Tell You a Lie
rating: PG13
fandom/pairing: Liar Game. Nao/Fukunaga friendship/femslash-if-you-want; a teensy-tiny-half-second of Fukunaga/Akiyama implications.
spoilers/warnings: Errrg, the Contraband Game phase. A singular "fuck"; uncertain handling of Nao who is a ridiculous pony y/y.
summary: Fukunaga-san is intimidating, but for just a little while, she seems less so.
words: 520
disclaimer: I do not own Liar Game or the song "Take Care of Yourself" as covered on Glee.
a/n: I used hers and shes as Fukunaga's pronouns in this. I'm not entirely sure if that's appropriate or not, because everything regarding her gender identity in the story is so contradictory to notions of binary gender, and also because I'm not familiar enough with gender-neutral pronouns to use them with any confidence.
The first night of the Contraband Game, Nao runs into Fukunaga-san in the hallway. She looks suspicious, just standing there, staring at nothing but glaring at everything. (She looks angry, too, but Nao’s starting to think that that’s just her default expression.)
“What are you doing out of bed?” Fukunaga-san asks her, not nearly as annoyed as Nao might have expected her to sound, and it’s a perfectly valid question for Nao to ask her, too, but Nao doesn’t think as much until the chance has passed and she’s already given her own answer - a sheepishly honest, “I…couldn’t sleep,” that she murmurs as she stares at her feet.
Fukunaga-san sighs, and leans against the wall, and Nao watches her curiously but doesn’t step any closer. (It’s partially out of fear, and partially out of consideration for Fukunaga-san’s preference of personal space.)
“Me neither,” she admits eventually, voice low. She sounds tired, more tired than Nao expected, and it only occurs to her then that of course the game is hard on Fukunaga-san - she just hides it better than most people.
She steps closer, slowly, waiting for Fukunaga-san to glower at her and tell her to go away, but Fukunaga-san never does. She keeps staring at the opposite wall, even when Nao timidly crouches down to sit next to her.
Cautiously, Nao braves the question of, “- Fukunaga-san…are you worried about losing?” and doesn’t have to prepare herself for a hurled insult towards her intelligence, because it never comes.
Fukunaga-san gives a short laugh, and glances towards Nao with a faintly amused expression.
“Don’t be stupid,” she says, and it sounds much nicer in a quiet voice than it could have any other way, from anyone else.
When Nao wakes up, she’s in the room the LGT provided her with, and she can’t quite remember how it happened that she got there, but she doesn’t think much of it until she’s reminded to.
Before the first round of the second day, Fukunaga-san catches Nao alone for a moment, and asks with a smirk, “Sleep all right?”
Nao exclaims, “You were the one who helped me into my bed!” before she can stop herself (Akiyama-san blinks himself out of his thoughts just long enough to look over at them with a look of undisguised confusion), and Fukunaga-san hisses an irritated Shhh in punishment.
“Yeah, well,” she mutters under her breath, and Nao wonders if she catches the hint of a blush on Fukunaga-san’s cheeks, or if maybe she’d just put a little extra rouge on her cheeks that morning. “Don’t fall asleep in hallways anymore, okay? These guys are shady as fuck - I wouldn’t put it past them to harvest your organs while you’re out like a light.”
It’s something that Nao hadn’t even considered - her hand flies to her mouth, and fearful tears blur her vision on instinct; “Oh - Fukunaga-san, do you really think that they would?” - and that distracts her from any questions she may have wanted to ask Fukunaga-san.
Later, she thinks that maybe, distracting people from things she doesn’t want them to notice is one of Fukunaga-san’s specialties.
rating: PG13
fandom/pairing: Liar Game. Nao/Fukunaga friendship/femslash-if-you-want; a teensy-tiny-half-second of Fukunaga/Akiyama implications.
spoilers/warnings: Errrg, the Contraband Game phase. A singular "fuck"; uncertain handling of Nao who is a ridiculous pony y/y.
summary: Fukunaga-san is intimidating, but for just a little while, she seems less so.
words: 520
disclaimer: I do not own Liar Game or the song "Take Care of Yourself" as covered on Glee.
a/n: I used hers and shes as Fukunaga's pronouns in this. I'm not entirely sure if that's appropriate or not, because everything regarding her gender identity in the story is so contradictory to notions of binary gender, and also because I'm not familiar enough with gender-neutral pronouns to use them with any confidence.
The first night of the Contraband Game, Nao runs into Fukunaga-san in the hallway. She looks suspicious, just standing there, staring at nothing but glaring at everything. (She looks angry, too, but Nao’s starting to think that that’s just her default expression.)
“What are you doing out of bed?” Fukunaga-san asks her, not nearly as annoyed as Nao might have expected her to sound, and it’s a perfectly valid question for Nao to ask her, too, but Nao doesn’t think as much until the chance has passed and she’s already given her own answer - a sheepishly honest, “I…couldn’t sleep,” that she murmurs as she stares at her feet.
Fukunaga-san sighs, and leans against the wall, and Nao watches her curiously but doesn’t step any closer. (It’s partially out of fear, and partially out of consideration for Fukunaga-san’s preference of personal space.)
“Me neither,” she admits eventually, voice low. She sounds tired, more tired than Nao expected, and it only occurs to her then that of course the game is hard on Fukunaga-san - she just hides it better than most people.
She steps closer, slowly, waiting for Fukunaga-san to glower at her and tell her to go away, but Fukunaga-san never does. She keeps staring at the opposite wall, even when Nao timidly crouches down to sit next to her.
Cautiously, Nao braves the question of, “- Fukunaga-san…are you worried about losing?” and doesn’t have to prepare herself for a hurled insult towards her intelligence, because it never comes.
Fukunaga-san gives a short laugh, and glances towards Nao with a faintly amused expression.
“Don’t be stupid,” she says, and it sounds much nicer in a quiet voice than it could have any other way, from anyone else.
When Nao wakes up, she’s in the room the LGT provided her with, and she can’t quite remember how it happened that she got there, but she doesn’t think much of it until she’s reminded to.
Before the first round of the second day, Fukunaga-san catches Nao alone for a moment, and asks with a smirk, “Sleep all right?”
Nao exclaims, “You were the one who helped me into my bed!” before she can stop herself (Akiyama-san blinks himself out of his thoughts just long enough to look over at them with a look of undisguised confusion), and Fukunaga-san hisses an irritated Shhh in punishment.
“Yeah, well,” she mutters under her breath, and Nao wonders if she catches the hint of a blush on Fukunaga-san’s cheeks, or if maybe she’d just put a little extra rouge on her cheeks that morning. “Don’t fall asleep in hallways anymore, okay? These guys are shady as fuck - I wouldn’t put it past them to harvest your organs while you’re out like a light.”
It’s something that Nao hadn’t even considered - her hand flies to her mouth, and fearful tears blur her vision on instinct; “Oh - Fukunaga-san, do you really think that they would?” - and that distracts her from any questions she may have wanted to ask Fukunaga-san.
Later, she thinks that maybe, distracting people from things she doesn’t want them to notice is one of Fukunaga-san’s specialties.