Fic: Yankis Do It Better (TGWTG, Yanki J/Red Lady)
Title: Yankis Do It Better
Fandom: That Guy With The Glasses
Characters: Yanki J/The Red Lady
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Yanki J's getting beat down when he meets a female yanki that he'd definitely like to spend more time with. Or how Yanki J met the Red Lady.
Author Notes: The female yanki, credited as the Red Lady, features in Psykoneko's Anime Basics video series. This fic was inspired by the 'Yanki' episode.
Yanki couldn’t say for sure how it started. All he knew was that it was a really crappy boring night and he was outside the mall, heading toward the arcade, when suddenly there was an elbow in his face and he found himself surrounded and fighting. They were identikit fuckers, all in navy and black with some kind of weird patch on their sleeves, and they were all smirking. They could have been working for anybody - Yanki had pissed off a lot of people, in the States, in Osaka, and in a lot of dives in between. Whoever they were, they were smart and fast enough to knock his bat away and then keep him from reaching it again. Dammit.
He could still cause damage - it was what he did and he always enjoyed it. But they had the numbers advantage and they weren’t afraid to use it. It wasn’t long before his body started to hurt like hell. Yanki spat a mouthful of blood into somebody’s face and kept on swinging. Sooner or later they’d slip up and he’d get to his bat, right? He always did.
Then he saw a flash of red that definitely wasn’t blood. Somebody else was fighting the crowd and they were doing it wearing a...red gakuran. They were also armed with a really fucking impressive sword.
The two bastards who’d been beating his kidneys were a little distracted by the interruption so Yanki moved quick and finally grabbed his weapon of choice. Oh, payback was gonna be a bitch.
The odds were more than even now. It took a little time but eventually, the fuckers cut their losses and ran. Shame, Yanki was just getting warmed up. The other yanki was obviously feeling the same way because she was letting loose some impressive cursing as she cleaned off her sword. Now that they were both standing still, Yanki got to take a real good look at her. She had straight chin-length blonde hair under her cap and blood on her lips. Nice.
“Assholes,” she muttered, sliding her sword into its scabbard.
Yanki nodded in agreement. “They got a problem with you too?”
The yanki snorted and pulled back the left sleeve of her gakuran. There were several still-healing cuts and fresh bruises on her forearm.
“Oh, I owe them a lot of favors,” she replied, yanking the sleeve back down.
Yanki J could appreciate that. That wasn't all he could appreciate. He smirked, looking her up and down. The yanki gave him a similar leer in return. Their eyes met.
She smiled, showing off teeth and blood. “I bet I can take down more than you.”
“You’re on.”
She smirked and started walking. Yanki J fell into step beside her. Goodbye boring crappy night. Grabbing his phone out of his pocket, he sent a quick text to J-Dub.
Don't wait up.
This was going to be so much better than the arcade.
-the end
Fandom: That Guy With The Glasses
Characters: Yanki J/The Red Lady
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Yanki J's getting beat down when he meets a female yanki that he'd definitely like to spend more time with. Or how Yanki J met the Red Lady.
Author Notes: The female yanki, credited as the Red Lady, features in Psykoneko's Anime Basics video series. This fic was inspired by the 'Yanki' episode.
Yanki couldn’t say for sure how it started. All he knew was that it was a really crappy boring night and he was outside the mall, heading toward the arcade, when suddenly there was an elbow in his face and he found himself surrounded and fighting. They were identikit fuckers, all in navy and black with some kind of weird patch on their sleeves, and they were all smirking. They could have been working for anybody - Yanki had pissed off a lot of people, in the States, in Osaka, and in a lot of dives in between. Whoever they were, they were smart and fast enough to knock his bat away and then keep him from reaching it again. Dammit.
He could still cause damage - it was what he did and he always enjoyed it. But they had the numbers advantage and they weren’t afraid to use it. It wasn’t long before his body started to hurt like hell. Yanki spat a mouthful of blood into somebody’s face and kept on swinging. Sooner or later they’d slip up and he’d get to his bat, right? He always did.
Then he saw a flash of red that definitely wasn’t blood. Somebody else was fighting the crowd and they were doing it wearing a...red gakuran. They were also armed with a really fucking impressive sword.
The two bastards who’d been beating his kidneys were a little distracted by the interruption so Yanki moved quick and finally grabbed his weapon of choice. Oh, payback was gonna be a bitch.
The odds were more than even now. It took a little time but eventually, the fuckers cut their losses and ran. Shame, Yanki was just getting warmed up. The other yanki was obviously feeling the same way because she was letting loose some impressive cursing as she cleaned off her sword. Now that they were both standing still, Yanki got to take a real good look at her. She had straight chin-length blonde hair under her cap and blood on her lips. Nice.
“Assholes,” she muttered, sliding her sword into its scabbard.
Yanki nodded in agreement. “They got a problem with you too?”
The yanki snorted and pulled back the left sleeve of her gakuran. There were several still-healing cuts and fresh bruises on her forearm.
“Oh, I owe them a lot of favors,” she replied, yanking the sleeve back down.
Yanki J could appreciate that. That wasn't all he could appreciate. He smirked, looking her up and down. The yanki gave him a similar leer in return. Their eyes met.
She smiled, showing off teeth and blood. “I bet I can take down more than you.”
“You’re on.”
She smirked and started walking. Yanki J fell into step beside her. Goodbye boring crappy night. Grabbing his phone out of his pocket, he sent a quick text to J-Dub.
Don't wait up.
This was going to be so much better than the arcade.
-the end