drabble dump. #2
I seem to have lost the ability to write Yamajima. Also, I enjoyed writing Ainosuke/Sensei, as in het pairing, much more than I should have. What's wrong with me, lol.
Oh and, Ainosuke/Sensei drabbles are for hotfruits even if they suck , because she said I should write some and I did. See what you make me dooo~ ♥
Enjoy~
Ainosuke/Sensei (Yamada Ryosuke/Ishihara Satomi) - PG-13, for blood and a murder? lol.
“Three…”
“Sensei ‘s got nothing to do with this.” Eyes wide in fear.
“Two…”
“If you are going to kill someone, then kill me!” Ainosuke shouted to his brother, who had a gun pointed at his teacher’s temple. Sayama-sensei’s wails were all he was able to hear.
“One…”
No, I won’t let this happen, he thought as he gathered all his strength to get up from the floor, grabbing the knife that had fallen down just moments before. His mind went completely blank as he charged against his brother to stop him from shooting.
He didn’t realize it, at all. He only heard a loud sound and turned his head just in time to see his teacher fall to the ground, still tied to the chair, dead. He fell to his knees beside the corpse.
“Ainosuke,” The boy heard his brother’s call, and slowly turned his head towards him. His mind still wasn’t clear.
“Killing people is easy, isn’t it?” Yumeto smirked for the last time, before collapsing on the bed himself, hands covered in blood.
I killed him, Ainosuke rushed to his brother side
.
“Aniki,” Blood on his clothes, on the sheets, everywhere in his mind. “Aniki!” He tried again, louder, scared, lost.
Ainosuke fell backwards on the ground, clutching his hair. He could feel his brother’s still hot blood on his own hands and he clutched harder, closing his eyes.
Blood. Death. Everybody was gone. Sensei, the landlord, Miruku-san, his brother. A scream cut through the silence, as his head was filled with voices continuously calling his name.
***
“Ainosuke! Ainosuke! Wake up!” As he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Sayama-sensei’s worried face.
“Ainosuke!” He cringed. Not so loud.
“Oh dear, you’re okay! Your fever kept rising and I didn’t know what to do!” His teacher kept going on in that squeaky voice of hers and he rolled his eyes.
“Wait, I’ll get a wet towel for you.” She rambled on and was about to get up, when she felt her wrist being grabbed as Ainosuke pulled her back down.
“I had a horrible dream,” The boy started, placing his teacher’s hand over one of his flushed cheeks. It was soft and cold, and it was making him feel better already. “Sensei was shot, and I killed my brother.”
The nurse frowned slightly, but waited patiently. Ainosuke didn’t look the least bit coherent at the moment.
She suddenly yelped mere seconds later, when Ainosuke yanked her more firmly and she ended up laying halfway on top of him.
“You won’t leave me, right?” Ainosuke mumbled, “Sensei is the only person I have left.” The boy went on as his free hand went to clutch the back of his teacher’s white robe, as if he was hanging on her for dear life.
She smiled sadly as tears were forming at the corner of her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, Ainosuke.” She whispered close to his ear, her free hand raking softly through his messy hair.
With that, Ainosuke finally closed his eyes with a small smile on his lips, knowing there would be somebody there for him when he woke up again.
Ainosuke/Sensei (Yamada Ryosuke/Ishihara Satomi) - G, PG?
“Sayama-sensei?” Ainosuke popped his head into the infirmary, rolling his eyes upon finding his teacher pressing crazily on her calculator.
“What? I’m busy, I only have 30 yen left for the rest of the week and- Ainosuke!” She exclaimed upon turning around, trying to hide all the receipts piled up on her desk.
“You said you were going to stop,” The boy regarded her with a raised eyebrow and she pouted at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You’re just a middle schooler, you don’t understand!” She whined, going over to him and clinging off of his arm. Ainosuke shook it to pry her off, but it didn’t work.
“At least I know I can’t possibly spend money I don’t have without getting into trouble.” He said sarcastically, but it only lead to more pouting. He swore, Sayama-sensei was like a kindergartener.
“Okay, I get it.” Ainosuke shook his arm some more and this time she let go, letting him turn his back to her. “You can stay over tonight, so that new loan guy won’t find you. I’ll just sleep on the floor.” He continued, feeling his cheeks heat up.
“Ainosuke, you’re the best!” He could feel her smile as she rushed about the room to gather all her things and he frowned. His cheeks, by now, were positively burning.
But he didn’t really care that much, Ainosuke realized, when upon exiting the school she looped her arm through his. And no, not even when she snuck her hand into his pocket and linked their fingers together.
Her hand was warm. It made him smile.
Ainosuke/Sensei (Yamada Ryosuke/Ishihara Satomi) - PG, for a kiss.
Ainosuke couldn’t sleep. The floor was hard, cold and uncomfortable. Nobody would be able to sleep on there, he thought.
Oh, who was he trying to kid. The floor wasn’t the reason.
The person currently sleeping on his bed, that was the reason.
He wanted to blame his lack of sleep on her continuous mumbling, but it wasn’t even that. He was finding it even cute, actually.
Wait, what?
He groaned softly, burying his face against his makeshift pillow. He knew he liked to get into tricky situation, but this was ridiculous.
He had just closed his eyes again, trying to force himself to sleep, when he heard something that resembled his name. Curious he sat up, finding himself immediately face to face with Sayama-sensei.
She was smiling softly, so she probably wasn’t dreaming of guns, pork bones and killer brothers. Then, why was she mumbling his name?
Ainosuke stifled a laugh when her expression changed into a pout seconds later, now this made more sense. She was probably dreaming of him calling her annoying and her punching him for it.
But she soon relaxed again, and her smile was back on her features. She looked cute, he thought, as his eyes scanned over her face; the long eyelashes resting against pale, smooth skin and her pouty, red lips.
Ainosuke blushed a deep red, eyes open wide when he realized what he was doing. He had not just kissed his school’s nurse! No, it couldn’t be true.
He lied back down and buried his face under his pillow, trying to choke himself with it. What was up with him? Kissing a teacher, of all things! But she had been looking really cute, those lips were calling to him, and her sweet scent had overwhelmed him completely.
Eventually, Ainosuke fell asleep with these and many more thoughts floating in his mind.
In the morning, he left before Sayama-sensei could even wake up. He was sure he wouldn’t ever be able to talk to her, or even look at her without turning into a living tomato anymore.
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The following are drabbles I wrote with keywords. I was supposed to write like, 10 of them but yeah, I barely managed to write three.
Morimoto Ryutaro/Chinen Yuuri - PG, for kissing. (Keyword: Story.)
“…And so the mermaid threw herself to the sea.” Ryutaro mumbles, rolling his eyes. “The end.”
“What?! Didn’t she marry the prince?” Chinen asks pouting up at the younger boy, head resting in Ryutaro’s lap. “I thought every fairy-tale had its happy ending!”
“What made you think that?” The taller boy asks, still a bit ticked off for having been forced to read the whole ‘The Little Mermaid’ to Chinen. The things he does for him, he himself will never understand.
“Well, Ryuu-chan is my prince, right?” The older boy starts, getting up and maneuvering himself to sit on Ryutaro’s lap. “So, I was hoping for our fairy-tale to have one beautiful happy ending, too.” Chinen finishes, wrapping his arms around Ryutaro’s neck.
The younger boy tries to fight the urge to blush as Chinen brushes they lips together.
“You’re not a girl, let alone a princess.” Ryutaro tries not to scowl too much, he knows the older boy hates it when he does.
And Chinen does in fact pout at him once again, but it only makes the younger boy smile. Ryutaro wraps his arms around the other boy and holds him tight, cupping the back of Chinen’s head to bring him closer and kiss him properly, this time.
“But,” Ryutaro whispers and smiles softly, and Chinen giggles breathlessly against his lips. “It will be like that for sure, don’t worry.”
And it’s probably stupid saying things like that at their age, Ryutaro thinks. But honestly, he stopped caring a handful of seconds ago, when Chinen hugged him even tighter and said that he loved him.
Nakajima Yuuto/Chinen Yuuri - PG, for kissing. (Keyword: Rice.)
When Yamada didn’t show up that morning at school, Yuuto and Chinen figured he probably had passed out from exhaustion. There were days when half of their class was absent; it was rare, but today was one of them.
With no Daiki to hang out with anymore, the two decided to just have lunch together on the roof. They chatted away, laughing and having fun, Yuuto nearly glomping the younger boy when he remembered about the side-moonwalk he had taught him and that Chinen had showed off in NYC’s PV.
They were finishing up their lunch when the younger boy lifted his head up to say something, but ended up giggling at the sight in front of him. Yuuto looked back at him with a cute, confused expression that only made Chinen laugh more.
“What?” The taller boy asked frowning, but Chinen just shook his head and scooted closer to him. Yuuto had no idea what was happening, the smaller boy was acting weirdly.
The older boy got even more confused, and flustered too, when Chinen softly kissed the corner of his mouth. He turned a dark shade of red all of a sudden, eyes widening and heartbeat quickening as he spotted the younger boy’s own very pink cheeks.
“You had some rice there,” Chinen spoke up, looking up at Yuuto with a small smile. It made Yuuto chuckle, and think that the younger boy was being the cutest thing he had ever seen.
The older boy put down his lunch-box to slide his arms around Chinen’s small waist, and the action made the small boy giggle some more and blush some more, too. Yuuto brought him closer to himself, grinning as he noticed Chinen’s blush darkening, before softly pressing his lips against the younger’s ones.
“You had some rice there, too~”
Okamoto Keito/Arioka Daiki - G (Keyword: Sleep.)
Daiki knew it was the middle of the night when he woke up, for he could see it was still pitch black outside the room’s window.
He felt really warm, so he decided to snuggle even more under the covers and try to go back to sleep. He soon realized, however, that he had no blanket whatsoever covering him.
He found the fact really strange, so he turned a little to the side, and to his surprise he found the face of a still sleeping Keito a few centimeters away from his own.
He smiled softly, thinking back to all the times it had happened. It had become nearly an habit (One that he liked quite a bit, too.) for Keito to cuddle up to him in his sleep, whenever they happened to fall asleep on the same bed.
He turned around completely on his other side and slid even closer to the younger boy’s body, burying his face against Keito’s chest
“Keito’s warm~” He mumbled sleepily while drifting off once again, barely registering the feeling of the younger boy’s arms tightening around his smaller body.
And completely missing the shadow of a smile grazing Keito’s lips.
Oh and, Ainosuke/Sensei drabbles are for hotfruits even if they suck , because she said I should write some and I did. See what you make me dooo~ ♥
Enjoy~
Ainosuke/Sensei (Yamada Ryosuke/Ishihara Satomi) - PG-13, for blood and a murder? lol.
“Three…”
“Sensei ‘s got nothing to do with this.” Eyes wide in fear.
“Two…”
“If you are going to kill someone, then kill me!” Ainosuke shouted to his brother, who had a gun pointed at his teacher’s temple. Sayama-sensei’s wails were all he was able to hear.
“One…”
No, I won’t let this happen, he thought as he gathered all his strength to get up from the floor, grabbing the knife that had fallen down just moments before. His mind went completely blank as he charged against his brother to stop him from shooting.
He didn’t realize it, at all. He only heard a loud sound and turned his head just in time to see his teacher fall to the ground, still tied to the chair, dead. He fell to his knees beside the corpse.
“Ainosuke,” The boy heard his brother’s call, and slowly turned his head towards him. His mind still wasn’t clear.
“Killing people is easy, isn’t it?” Yumeto smirked for the last time, before collapsing on the bed himself, hands covered in blood.
I killed him, Ainosuke rushed to his brother side
.
“Aniki,” Blood on his clothes, on the sheets, everywhere in his mind. “Aniki!” He tried again, louder, scared, lost.
Ainosuke fell backwards on the ground, clutching his hair. He could feel his brother’s still hot blood on his own hands and he clutched harder, closing his eyes.
Blood. Death. Everybody was gone. Sensei, the landlord, Miruku-san, his brother. A scream cut through the silence, as his head was filled with voices continuously calling his name.
***
“Ainosuke! Ainosuke! Wake up!” As he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Sayama-sensei’s worried face.
“Ainosuke!” He cringed. Not so loud.
“Oh dear, you’re okay! Your fever kept rising and I didn’t know what to do!” His teacher kept going on in that squeaky voice of hers and he rolled his eyes.
“Wait, I’ll get a wet towel for you.” She rambled on and was about to get up, when she felt her wrist being grabbed as Ainosuke pulled her back down.
“I had a horrible dream,” The boy started, placing his teacher’s hand over one of his flushed cheeks. It was soft and cold, and it was making him feel better already. “Sensei was shot, and I killed my brother.”
The nurse frowned slightly, but waited patiently. Ainosuke didn’t look the least bit coherent at the moment.
She suddenly yelped mere seconds later, when Ainosuke yanked her more firmly and she ended up laying halfway on top of him.
“You won’t leave me, right?” Ainosuke mumbled, “Sensei is the only person I have left.” The boy went on as his free hand went to clutch the back of his teacher’s white robe, as if he was hanging on her for dear life.
She smiled sadly as tears were forming at the corner of her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, Ainosuke.” She whispered close to his ear, her free hand raking softly through his messy hair.
With that, Ainosuke finally closed his eyes with a small smile on his lips, knowing there would be somebody there for him when he woke up again.
Ainosuke/Sensei (Yamada Ryosuke/Ishihara Satomi) - G, PG?
“Sayama-sensei?” Ainosuke popped his head into the infirmary, rolling his eyes upon finding his teacher pressing crazily on her calculator.
“What? I’m busy, I only have 30 yen left for the rest of the week and- Ainosuke!” She exclaimed upon turning around, trying to hide all the receipts piled up on her desk.
“You said you were going to stop,” The boy regarded her with a raised eyebrow and she pouted at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You’re just a middle schooler, you don’t understand!” She whined, going over to him and clinging off of his arm. Ainosuke shook it to pry her off, but it didn’t work.
“At least I know I can’t possibly spend money I don’t have without getting into trouble.” He said sarcastically, but it only lead to more pouting. He swore, Sayama-sensei was like a kindergartener.
“Okay, I get it.” Ainosuke shook his arm some more and this time she let go, letting him turn his back to her. “You can stay over tonight, so that new loan guy won’t find you. I’ll just sleep on the floor.” He continued, feeling his cheeks heat up.
“Ainosuke, you’re the best!” He could feel her smile as she rushed about the room to gather all her things and he frowned. His cheeks, by now, were positively burning.
But he didn’t really care that much, Ainosuke realized, when upon exiting the school she looped her arm through his. And no, not even when she snuck her hand into his pocket and linked their fingers together.
Her hand was warm. It made him smile.
Ainosuke/Sensei (Yamada Ryosuke/Ishihara Satomi) - PG, for a kiss.
Ainosuke couldn’t sleep. The floor was hard, cold and uncomfortable. Nobody would be able to sleep on there, he thought.
Oh, who was he trying to kid. The floor wasn’t the reason.
The person currently sleeping on his bed, that was the reason.
He wanted to blame his lack of sleep on her continuous mumbling, but it wasn’t even that. He was finding it even cute, actually.
Wait, what?
He groaned softly, burying his face against his makeshift pillow. He knew he liked to get into tricky situation, but this was ridiculous.
He had just closed his eyes again, trying to force himself to sleep, when he heard something that resembled his name. Curious he sat up, finding himself immediately face to face with Sayama-sensei.
She was smiling softly, so she probably wasn’t dreaming of guns, pork bones and killer brothers. Then, why was she mumbling his name?
Ainosuke stifled a laugh when her expression changed into a pout seconds later, now this made more sense. She was probably dreaming of him calling her annoying and her punching him for it.
But she soon relaxed again, and her smile was back on her features. She looked cute, he thought, as his eyes scanned over her face; the long eyelashes resting against pale, smooth skin and her pouty, red lips.
Ainosuke blushed a deep red, eyes open wide when he realized what he was doing. He had not just kissed his school’s nurse! No, it couldn’t be true.
He lied back down and buried his face under his pillow, trying to choke himself with it. What was up with him? Kissing a teacher, of all things! But she had been looking really cute, those lips were calling to him, and her sweet scent had overwhelmed him completely.
Eventually, Ainosuke fell asleep with these and many more thoughts floating in his mind.
In the morning, he left before Sayama-sensei could even wake up. He was sure he wouldn’t ever be able to talk to her, or even look at her without turning into a living tomato anymore.
______________________________________________________________________________________________
The following are drabbles I wrote with keywords. I was supposed to write like, 10 of them but yeah, I barely managed to write three.
Morimoto Ryutaro/Chinen Yuuri - PG, for kissing. (Keyword: Story.)
“…And so the mermaid threw herself to the sea.” Ryutaro mumbles, rolling his eyes. “The end.”
“What?! Didn’t she marry the prince?” Chinen asks pouting up at the younger boy, head resting in Ryutaro’s lap. “I thought every fairy-tale had its happy ending!”
“What made you think that?” The taller boy asks, still a bit ticked off for having been forced to read the whole ‘The Little Mermaid’ to Chinen. The things he does for him, he himself will never understand.
“Well, Ryuu-chan is my prince, right?” The older boy starts, getting up and maneuvering himself to sit on Ryutaro’s lap. “So, I was hoping for our fairy-tale to have one beautiful happy ending, too.” Chinen finishes, wrapping his arms around Ryutaro’s neck.
The younger boy tries to fight the urge to blush as Chinen brushes they lips together.
“You’re not a girl, let alone a princess.” Ryutaro tries not to scowl too much, he knows the older boy hates it when he does.
And Chinen does in fact pout at him once again, but it only makes the younger boy smile. Ryutaro wraps his arms around the other boy and holds him tight, cupping the back of Chinen’s head to bring him closer and kiss him properly, this time.
“But,” Ryutaro whispers and smiles softly, and Chinen giggles breathlessly against his lips. “It will be like that for sure, don’t worry.”
And it’s probably stupid saying things like that at their age, Ryutaro thinks. But honestly, he stopped caring a handful of seconds ago, when Chinen hugged him even tighter and said that he loved him.
Nakajima Yuuto/Chinen Yuuri - PG, for kissing. (Keyword: Rice.)
When Yamada didn’t show up that morning at school, Yuuto and Chinen figured he probably had passed out from exhaustion. There were days when half of their class was absent; it was rare, but today was one of them.
With no Daiki to hang out with anymore, the two decided to just have lunch together on the roof. They chatted away, laughing and having fun, Yuuto nearly glomping the younger boy when he remembered about the side-moonwalk he had taught him and that Chinen had showed off in NYC’s PV.
They were finishing up their lunch when the younger boy lifted his head up to say something, but ended up giggling at the sight in front of him. Yuuto looked back at him with a cute, confused expression that only made Chinen laugh more.
“What?” The taller boy asked frowning, but Chinen just shook his head and scooted closer to him. Yuuto had no idea what was happening, the smaller boy was acting weirdly.
The older boy got even more confused, and flustered too, when Chinen softly kissed the corner of his mouth. He turned a dark shade of red all of a sudden, eyes widening and heartbeat quickening as he spotted the younger boy’s own very pink cheeks.
“You had some rice there,” Chinen spoke up, looking up at Yuuto with a small smile. It made Yuuto chuckle, and think that the younger boy was being the cutest thing he had ever seen.
The older boy put down his lunch-box to slide his arms around Chinen’s small waist, and the action made the small boy giggle some more and blush some more, too. Yuuto brought him closer to himself, grinning as he noticed Chinen’s blush darkening, before softly pressing his lips against the younger’s ones.
“You had some rice there, too~”
Okamoto Keito/Arioka Daiki - G (Keyword: Sleep.)
Daiki knew it was the middle of the night when he woke up, for he could see it was still pitch black outside the room’s window.
He felt really warm, so he decided to snuggle even more under the covers and try to go back to sleep. He soon realized, however, that he had no blanket whatsoever covering him.
He found the fact really strange, so he turned a little to the side, and to his surprise he found the face of a still sleeping Keito a few centimeters away from his own.
He smiled softly, thinking back to all the times it had happened. It had become nearly an habit (One that he liked quite a bit, too.) for Keito to cuddle up to him in his sleep, whenever they happened to fall asleep on the same bed.
He turned around completely on his other side and slid even closer to the younger boy’s body, burying his face against Keito’s chest
“Keito’s warm~” He mumbled sleepily while drifting off once again, barely registering the feeling of the younger boy’s arms tightening around his smaller body.
And completely missing the shadow of a smile grazing Keito’s lips.