Prompt fic
So, my fic wouldn't fit in the comment section, but I wanted to write something for one of them. I'll link to this in a comment :)
Title: Another night
Characters: Kurosaki and Tsurara
Author: shy_hinata
Rating: PG
On the first night, he heard her leave; how could he not? The walls between their apartments weren't all that thick after all. There had been a phone call. Kurosaki heard her quiet, but slightly frantic sounding voice, and then before he knew it, there was the click of her door shutting. Part of him had wanted to dash out of his own apartment, question her as to where she was going in such a hurry; but as he considered things, she had taken the choice away from him by barrelling down the stairs. Sighing, he went back to his own work, carefully studying the business plans laid out before him. She'd be back, and he could ask her about it then; not that he would since it wasn't as if he really cared.
The third night, he put his ear against the wall to listen for any signs of her return. He knew her schedule off by heart now: usually, she'd be back by 7pm, groceries in hand and ready to make dinner before a night of studying with the radio on. But tonight, there were no familiar sounds of her bustling in the kitchen, no gentle voice singing along with the radio, and no sounds of her reciting various points about case law. It wasn't that he was worried per say, but she still owed him rent after all.
The sixth night, he 'accidentally' ran into her friend Yukari. He had casually asked if she'd seen Tsurara lately. The shake of her head, and frown on Yukari's face told him more than he wanted. "It's weird, y'know? It's not like Tsurara-chan at all." That night, as he lay in bed, Kurosaki started to put things together. Mysterious phone call, followed by an even more mysterious disappearance. None of that bode well considering his line of work. But why would anyone target her? Very few people in his world knew about her after all: just that cop (and no matter how much Kurosaki hated that cop, he knew Kashina would never resort to kidnapping or murder), and Katsuragi.
The eigth night, he paid Katsuragi a visit. "Where is she?" It was such a simple question, and yet Kurosaki knew that asking it would make things just that much more complex for him. It meant he was telling the old man that she figured into his life somehow, but just how was something he hadn't quite figured out yet. The blank look that Katsuragi was giving him took him by surprise. "Who? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." Fixing his gaze on the old man, Kurosaki wondered if he'd know if those were lies coming from Katsuragi's lips. "You know who, old man. The coffee girl." Katsuragi's eyebrows knit in a puzzled look. "I know you won't believe me, but I honestly don't know." Kurosaki's eyes narrowed, but knew he wouldn't be getting any more out of the old man. Just as he was about to leave, Katsuragi's amused voice cut through the air. "Not that you care about her though, right?" Kurosaki answered by simply slamming the door shut.
The eleventh night, he found himself pacing in his room. He had his radio on the news channel as he listened intently to all the crime reports. He kept telling himself that there was no proof of foul play until a body was found, so why should he be so worried. So why did it bother him so much that he was even thinking that she could be in danger? He had told her time and time again to stay out of his life, that it would only be a problem. Had the girl listened? And now look what happened. Someone had targeted her in an effort to get to him. And that's when it hit him. Whoever pulled this stunt really had managed to get to him. As much as he had tried to push her away, and to deny that he felt anything for her, now that she had vanished from his life, he was worried instead of relieved, and thinking about her more than ever. Sinking to the ground, he buried his face in his hands in frustration.
The twelfth night found him wandering dangerously close to the police station, a photo of her in hand. He was just going to file a missing persons report, and get out of there. No one would know it was him, and he'd walk out of there in no time. He screwed up his courage and strode towards the door, only to turn around when he caught sight of Kashina coming towards the reception desk. He gave into his instinct to run, and never ended up stepping foot into the station after all. When he got home, he couldn't help the guilt in his chest as he realized he had effectively run out on Tsurara when she needed his help the most.
On the fourteenth night, he heard a soft knock on his door that made him start. Ever so cautiously. Kurosaki opened it, just enough so he could see who it was. "You..." He threw the door open, his eyes not believing what they were seeing. Was this her ghost, coming to ask him why he never did anything to try and save her? Before she could say anything about how she had forgotten her keys and could he please open her door for her, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him. He ignored the wide eyed look of surprise on her face; he just needed to know that she was really there, alive and in one piece. "Tsurara..." He whispered her name, voicing the silent mantra that had been running through his head for the past two weeks now. He wasn't sure how long they just stood there, but he soon realized what he was doing, and started to pull away. Even if he now knew how he felt towards her, he wasn't about to get her tangled up in his way of life. That would have been a fine proposition had he not made one small, but fatal mistake. As he pulled away, he tipped his head down and looked into her eyes, and he wondered if he had stopped breathing.
He had meant to push her away, to scold her for being so careless as to forget her keys, and ask just what the heck she'd been doing for the past two weeks. He had meant to tell her that it wasn't that he cared, but she owed him rent and he was afraid she'd left without paying him. But here she was, the intoxicating scent of her shampoo permeating the air, the warmth of her slim body pressed against his, and it suddenly became impossible to push her away. His own gaze was fiery and intense, a million questions in them, yet leaving no doubt just what it was he was after. And she was not to be outdone, leveling him with an equally penetrating stare. He could see the surprise in his change of behaviour towards her, but behind that was something else; something that was making his pulse race. "Kurosaki..." The sound of her voice whispering his name sent chills down his spine, and he decided the only way to keep that from happening again would be to still those lips of hers. He tried to tell himself that their kisses weren't desperate, and there was nothing behind the way he greedily let his hands roam over her; but his body knew the truth even if his mind tried to deny it. He needed her, and the way she moved with him, gasped his name, clung to him like she was afraid he'd disappear at any moment, he knew she needed him too.
As they lay on his bed, tangled up in his sheets, him stroking her hair as she pillowed her head on his chest, he wondered where they would go from here, and if he'd just made a huge mistake. But then she tilted her head up, smiled at him with that lop-sided, sleepy smile of hers, and whispered "Tadaima..." before resting her head on him again. And he decided that there was no way that feeling like this could ever be a mistake.
FIN
Title: Another night
Characters: Kurosaki and Tsurara
Author: shy_hinata
Rating: PG
On the first night, he heard her leave; how could he not? The walls between their apartments weren't all that thick after all. There had been a phone call. Kurosaki heard her quiet, but slightly frantic sounding voice, and then before he knew it, there was the click of her door shutting. Part of him had wanted to dash out of his own apartment, question her as to where she was going in such a hurry; but as he considered things, she had taken the choice away from him by barrelling down the stairs. Sighing, he went back to his own work, carefully studying the business plans laid out before him. She'd be back, and he could ask her about it then; not that he would since it wasn't as if he really cared.
The third night, he put his ear against the wall to listen for any signs of her return. He knew her schedule off by heart now: usually, she'd be back by 7pm, groceries in hand and ready to make dinner before a night of studying with the radio on. But tonight, there were no familiar sounds of her bustling in the kitchen, no gentle voice singing along with the radio, and no sounds of her reciting various points about case law. It wasn't that he was worried per say, but she still owed him rent after all.
The sixth night, he 'accidentally' ran into her friend Yukari. He had casually asked if she'd seen Tsurara lately. The shake of her head, and frown on Yukari's face told him more than he wanted. "It's weird, y'know? It's not like Tsurara-chan at all." That night, as he lay in bed, Kurosaki started to put things together. Mysterious phone call, followed by an even more mysterious disappearance. None of that bode well considering his line of work. But why would anyone target her? Very few people in his world knew about her after all: just that cop (and no matter how much Kurosaki hated that cop, he knew Kashina would never resort to kidnapping or murder), and Katsuragi.
The eigth night, he paid Katsuragi a visit. "Where is she?" It was such a simple question, and yet Kurosaki knew that asking it would make things just that much more complex for him. It meant he was telling the old man that she figured into his life somehow, but just how was something he hadn't quite figured out yet. The blank look that Katsuragi was giving him took him by surprise. "Who? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." Fixing his gaze on the old man, Kurosaki wondered if he'd know if those were lies coming from Katsuragi's lips. "You know who, old man. The coffee girl." Katsuragi's eyebrows knit in a puzzled look. "I know you won't believe me, but I honestly don't know." Kurosaki's eyes narrowed, but knew he wouldn't be getting any more out of the old man. Just as he was about to leave, Katsuragi's amused voice cut through the air. "Not that you care about her though, right?" Kurosaki answered by simply slamming the door shut.
The eleventh night, he found himself pacing in his room. He had his radio on the news channel as he listened intently to all the crime reports. He kept telling himself that there was no proof of foul play until a body was found, so why should he be so worried. So why did it bother him so much that he was even thinking that she could be in danger? He had told her time and time again to stay out of his life, that it would only be a problem. Had the girl listened? And now look what happened. Someone had targeted her in an effort to get to him. And that's when it hit him. Whoever pulled this stunt really had managed to get to him. As much as he had tried to push her away, and to deny that he felt anything for her, now that she had vanished from his life, he was worried instead of relieved, and thinking about her more than ever. Sinking to the ground, he buried his face in his hands in frustration.
The twelfth night found him wandering dangerously close to the police station, a photo of her in hand. He was just going to file a missing persons report, and get out of there. No one would know it was him, and he'd walk out of there in no time. He screwed up his courage and strode towards the door, only to turn around when he caught sight of Kashina coming towards the reception desk. He gave into his instinct to run, and never ended up stepping foot into the station after all. When he got home, he couldn't help the guilt in his chest as he realized he had effectively run out on Tsurara when she needed his help the most.
On the fourteenth night, he heard a soft knock on his door that made him start. Ever so cautiously. Kurosaki opened it, just enough so he could see who it was. "You..." He threw the door open, his eyes not believing what they were seeing. Was this her ghost, coming to ask him why he never did anything to try and save her? Before she could say anything about how she had forgotten her keys and could he please open her door for her, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him. He ignored the wide eyed look of surprise on her face; he just needed to know that she was really there, alive and in one piece. "Tsurara..." He whispered her name, voicing the silent mantra that had been running through his head for the past two weeks now. He wasn't sure how long they just stood there, but he soon realized what he was doing, and started to pull away. Even if he now knew how he felt towards her, he wasn't about to get her tangled up in his way of life. That would have been a fine proposition had he not made one small, but fatal mistake. As he pulled away, he tipped his head down and looked into her eyes, and he wondered if he had stopped breathing.
He had meant to push her away, to scold her for being so careless as to forget her keys, and ask just what the heck she'd been doing for the past two weeks. He had meant to tell her that it wasn't that he cared, but she owed him rent and he was afraid she'd left without paying him. But here she was, the intoxicating scent of her shampoo permeating the air, the warmth of her slim body pressed against his, and it suddenly became impossible to push her away. His own gaze was fiery and intense, a million questions in them, yet leaving no doubt just what it was he was after. And she was not to be outdone, leveling him with an equally penetrating stare. He could see the surprise in his change of behaviour towards her, but behind that was something else; something that was making his pulse race. "Kurosaki..." The sound of her voice whispering his name sent chills down his spine, and he decided the only way to keep that from happening again would be to still those lips of hers. He tried to tell himself that their kisses weren't desperate, and there was nothing behind the way he greedily let his hands roam over her; but his body knew the truth even if his mind tried to deny it. He needed her, and the way she moved with him, gasped his name, clung to him like she was afraid he'd disappear at any moment, he knew she needed him too.
As they lay on his bed, tangled up in his sheets, him stroking her hair as she pillowed her head on his chest, he wondered where they would go from here, and if he'd just made a huge mistake. But then she tilted her head up, smiled at him with that lop-sided, sleepy smile of hers, and whispered "Tadaima..." before resting her head on him again. And he decided that there was no way that feeling like this could ever be a mistake.
FIN