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Title: The Only Exception - Wrong
Fandom: Psychic Detective Yakumo
Characters/Pairing: Yakumo/Haruka
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1065
Prompt: #5 - Wrong
Summary: Nightmares from the night before always linger in the mind during the day, especially if they were memories of bad experiences - even Yakumo has bad days.
Notes: I couldn’t think of anything else that could be “wrong” with these two and this was the first and only thing I thought of.
A high pitched shriek was heard as it bounced off the walls of the gym, causing an echo. It was the scream of a girl, in her pre-teen years.
The young boy beside her had his mouth gaping open, as though he were ready to emit the same shriek but no sound was passing through. He slowly raised his arm and his fingers began to point. He stopped as his finger pointed to another young boy who was standing in front of him. The young boy who was pointing, began to take a step back before yelling “What is wrong with you?”
The boy, his left eye gleaming a bright red, could only look down and attempt to cover his eye as tears began to fill in his eye. A teacher rushed to his side to hide him from further attention but the pain had already been dealt.
Yakumo opened his eyes, he had been thinking about that memory ever since he had to re-live it in a nightmare last night. He had woken up, covered in his sweat and breathing quite heavily. It was one of the worst experiences he had gone through. It might have been because he was so young or it could have been because the girl and the boy were his best friends and they were a trio that were always together. Whatever the reason, it still caused him emotional pain to think about it. His closest friend had rejected him, when he finally gained the courage to show them his eye, because they found it eye to be monstrous.
Yakumo laid down on the couch and put his arm over his eyes as he closed them. Of course he knew that this wasn’t the worst thing a person could go through, if someone would tell him that his eye looked monstrous today then he would barely bat an eyelash. He’d heard it enough times already. He knew how bad peoples’ lives could get, he’d heard and seen enough stories - he had to deal with ghosts on a daily basis, he didn’t have much time for self-pity anymore when many ghosts had gone through much worse.
“Yo,” a feminine voice called out and Yakumo heard footsteps as they seemed to get closer to him. He let out a nearly silent groan. Great, she usually did come when he was conflicted - always a busy body who involved herself with others’ problems, she was so attracted to someone else’s problems that she unconsciously arrived when he was having one.
“What do you want?” Yakumo asked. He still hadn’t moved from his position and his eyes were closed, his hand still resting on them.
He felt a gentle poke at his forearm which caused him to lift it slightly and with narrowed eyes, he peered at the pink haired girl in front of him. “Is it that you enjoy bothering me or do you enjoy touching me?” He asked, his voice as seemingly unemotional as ever.
Haruka stared at Yakumo with a critical eye. “You’re more grouchy than usual, your sleeping bag isn’t even on the floor, you weren’t even sleeping when I walked in, and not to mention that it isn’t even noon yet...,” the girl was muttering under her breath as she held a finger to her cheek, contemplating something as her eyes slightly glazed over.
“What’s wrong?” Her eyes were somewhat wider than usual.
Yakumo sighed at her worried expression before responding, “Nothing. Why does something have to be wrong?” Her wording had hit a little to close to home.
The girl looked at him critically, as though she could visually see what was wrong. She gave up as she shrugged her shoulders, “You’re right. Besides, if anything was wrong then I’m pretty sure that you would have done something about it.” She shrugged her shoulders for the second time and took a step back. “Anyways, I stopped by to see how you were doing. I had to hand in a paper and I was already here, so I came by quickly.”
Yakumo completely removed his hand from his face and used it, as well as his other arm, to push himself up in a sitting position on this couch. “Is that it?” He asked, openly staring at her with lazy eyes.
Haruka smiled, “One sec.” She slowly walked away, and stepped out of the room for a moment before walking back in. She was carrying a plastic bag and her heels making click, click noises as she walked back towards him a little slower. “I brought these for you as well, I didn’t think you’d be awake so you wouldn’t have had breakfast but I don’t know if you ate now since you’re awake...,” her voice trailed off and she looked at him for an answer.
“I would like the doughnuts.” His voice was blunt but he was looking at the bag as he spoke, his eyes showing slight emotion of being content as he saw the package of doughnuts that were in the bag.
Haruka smiled knowingly as she placed the bag on the table before stepping back once. “Okay then, I’m leaving now. Bye!” She called brightly, with a wide smile on her face as she shut the door to the club closed.
He was left alone with a bag full of duoghnuts and while picking up and examining a jelly-filled one - Yakumo decided that what had past, had past. There was nothing more to it, it was the past now and if they really mattered then they would have accepted the eye and him regardless of anything. A handful of people that he now knew didn’t find his eye wrong, some even found it a unique and interesting trait about him. He had people like that now and others shouldn’t matter.
Yakumo smiled a sad smile, but it would have been barely noticeable if anyone were to walk in at the moment. He already knew all of that, he just needed a helpful reminder once in awhile.
He took a bite and jelly oozed out of the doughnut. It was nice to have someone who understood but, at the same time, didn’t understand but still made an effort to understand.
Fandom: Psychic Detective Yakumo
Characters/Pairing: Yakumo/Haruka
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1065
Prompt: #5 - Wrong
Summary: Nightmares from the night before always linger in the mind during the day, especially if they were memories of bad experiences - even Yakumo has bad days.
Notes: I couldn’t think of anything else that could be “wrong” with these two and this was the first and only thing I thought of.
A high pitched shriek was heard as it bounced off the walls of the gym, causing an echo. It was the scream of a girl, in her pre-teen years.
The young boy beside her had his mouth gaping open, as though he were ready to emit the same shriek but no sound was passing through. He slowly raised his arm and his fingers began to point. He stopped as his finger pointed to another young boy who was standing in front of him. The young boy who was pointing, began to take a step back before yelling “What is wrong with you?”
The boy, his left eye gleaming a bright red, could only look down and attempt to cover his eye as tears began to fill in his eye. A teacher rushed to his side to hide him from further attention but the pain had already been dealt.
Yakumo opened his eyes, he had been thinking about that memory ever since he had to re-live it in a nightmare last night. He had woken up, covered in his sweat and breathing quite heavily. It was one of the worst experiences he had gone through. It might have been because he was so young or it could have been because the girl and the boy were his best friends and they were a trio that were always together. Whatever the reason, it still caused him emotional pain to think about it. His closest friend had rejected him, when he finally gained the courage to show them his eye, because they found it eye to be monstrous.
Yakumo laid down on the couch and put his arm over his eyes as he closed them. Of course he knew that this wasn’t the worst thing a person could go through, if someone would tell him that his eye looked monstrous today then he would barely bat an eyelash. He’d heard it enough times already. He knew how bad peoples’ lives could get, he’d heard and seen enough stories - he had to deal with ghosts on a daily basis, he didn’t have much time for self-pity anymore when many ghosts had gone through much worse.
“Yo,” a feminine voice called out and Yakumo heard footsteps as they seemed to get closer to him. He let out a nearly silent groan. Great, she usually did come when he was conflicted - always a busy body who involved herself with others’ problems, she was so attracted to someone else’s problems that she unconsciously arrived when he was having one.
“What do you want?” Yakumo asked. He still hadn’t moved from his position and his eyes were closed, his hand still resting on them.
He felt a gentle poke at his forearm which caused him to lift it slightly and with narrowed eyes, he peered at the pink haired girl in front of him. “Is it that you enjoy bothering me or do you enjoy touching me?” He asked, his voice as seemingly unemotional as ever.
Haruka stared at Yakumo with a critical eye. “You’re more grouchy than usual, your sleeping bag isn’t even on the floor, you weren’t even sleeping when I walked in, and not to mention that it isn’t even noon yet...,” the girl was muttering under her breath as she held a finger to her cheek, contemplating something as her eyes slightly glazed over.
“What’s wrong?” Her eyes were somewhat wider than usual.
Yakumo sighed at her worried expression before responding, “Nothing. Why does something have to be wrong?” Her wording had hit a little to close to home.
The girl looked at him critically, as though she could visually see what was wrong. She gave up as she shrugged her shoulders, “You’re right. Besides, if anything was wrong then I’m pretty sure that you would have done something about it.” She shrugged her shoulders for the second time and took a step back. “Anyways, I stopped by to see how you were doing. I had to hand in a paper and I was already here, so I came by quickly.”
Yakumo completely removed his hand from his face and used it, as well as his other arm, to push himself up in a sitting position on this couch. “Is that it?” He asked, openly staring at her with lazy eyes.
Haruka smiled, “One sec.” She slowly walked away, and stepped out of the room for a moment before walking back in. She was carrying a plastic bag and her heels making click, click noises as she walked back towards him a little slower. “I brought these for you as well, I didn’t think you’d be awake so you wouldn’t have had breakfast but I don’t know if you ate now since you’re awake...,” her voice trailed off and she looked at him for an answer.
“I would like the doughnuts.” His voice was blunt but he was looking at the bag as he spoke, his eyes showing slight emotion of being content as he saw the package of doughnuts that were in the bag.
Haruka smiled knowingly as she placed the bag on the table before stepping back once. “Okay then, I’m leaving now. Bye!” She called brightly, with a wide smile on her face as she shut the door to the club closed.
He was left alone with a bag full of duoghnuts and while picking up and examining a jelly-filled one - Yakumo decided that what had past, had past. There was nothing more to it, it was the past now and if they really mattered then they would have accepted the eye and him regardless of anything. A handful of people that he now knew didn’t find his eye wrong, some even found it a unique and interesting trait about him. He had people like that now and others shouldn’t matter.
Yakumo smiled a sad smile, but it would have been barely noticeable if anyone were to walk in at the moment. He already knew all of that, he just needed a helpful reminder once in awhile.
He took a bite and jelly oozed out of the doughnut. It was nice to have someone who understood but, at the same time, didn’t understand but still made an effort to understand.