assorted drabbles from nihongofrancais
word count: 165 words
genre: Ichi Littoru no Namida
rating: G
pairing: Asou Haruto/Ikeuchi Aya
author's notes: unbetaed. Written from noble_scarlet's prompt - "happy moment involving music".
Eight o'clock.
Usually it is right after she has returned to her room from dining hall, but before her assigned bathing time at nine o'clock. There is enough time to listen to him talk awkwardly in circles, never quite sure what to say but always wanting to tell her something. Enough time for her to speak of mundane things, to express herself clearly, knowing that he is always listening on the other end.
They are dolphins.
And so, as she slides the door open and wheels forward into her room, she isn't the least bit surprised to hear the soft strains of "Sangatsu Kokonoka" fill her ears or to feel the gentle, comforting vibration of her cell phone in her coat pocket. A small smile quietly tugs on her lips as she reaches into the pocket. Opening the cell phone with her slightly trembling hands, she braces it against her ear, waiting.
"Oi, Ikeuchi? It's Asou. It's okay to talk now, right?"
They are dolphins.
word count: 359 words
genre: Anego
rating: PG-13
pairing: Kurosawa Akihiko/Noda Naoko
author's notes: unbetaed. Written from anamuan's prompt - "Kurosawa finally gets some from Anego".
She was most attractive wielding a knife.
Cleanly dicing the tomatoes in to square bite-size bits. Expertly slicing into the onions without shedding a single tear (unlike himself, unable to peel off the layer of skin even without crying). Quickly chopping up the carrots, and popping a few pieces into her mouth as a snack while she continued to plow through the rest of the ingredients.
It was the night before the big test, and he was supposed to be quizzing her (why else would he be reading a book on the economies of East Asia; he'd much prefer reading manga on his personal time-he was in the middle of One-Pound Gospel on a friend's recommendation), but instead he found himself drawn into the kitchen.
"Kurosawa-kun, next question?" Anego prompted after a long pause.
He was right behind her at that moment, but it was not until he placed a butterfly kiss at the base of the back of her neck that she noticed. Then he saw her hands on the cutting board still, the repeated sound of metal hitting wood abruptly coming to an end. "Kurosawa-kun?" Her voice was unsteady now, slightly apprehensive.
"Question?" Akihiko returned, moving forward, tracing a slow and soft path of kisses down her exposed collarbone.
"The question. You know, the question. It's important… For tomo-"
Anego's babbling was finally swallowed by a moan that overcame her just when he remembered her weak spot and took to suckling it at the junction of her neck and shoulder.
As he pressed closer against her, his arms came up around her, disarming her of her alluring kitchen weapon. One hand threaded with hers, the mere feather touch of their fingers dancing and entwining with each other to elicit a quieter, darker moan from her. His other hand slipped easily beneath her yet to be stained apron, now smoothing against the shuddering skin of her stomach and slipping further up, teasing the bottom edges of her bra, tripping over (but not unhooking) the front snap.
Suddenly, he stopped his ministrations-lifted lips, stilled hands-and into the shell of Anego's ear whispered, "What's for dinner tonight?"
word count: 512 words
genre: RPS, NEWS
rating: PG
pairing: Koyama/YamaPi
author's notes: unbetaed. Written for anamuan's prompt from the koyamapi!fic!a!thon!
"You know, sometimes, I think we would be better off friends."
Shige looked at Koyama from across the rim of his full beer mug as his best friend chugged his third helping of nama beer, only the frothy bubbles left at the bottom. "Koyama, are you sure you should be drinking that fast? That's your third one and we've barely been here a half-hour; the yakitori isn't even here yet."
Koyama waved him off with an unsteady hand. "I'm fine, Shige. Really." His already small eyes seemed much smaller as he squinted, struggling to focus. "YamaPi and I make really good friends. We really do. When YamaPi needs someone to talk to, I'm there. When needs cheering up, I'm there. And YamaPi is a good leader. He's good for NEWS."
"But he's not good for you?" Shige pressed, frowning as he took in Koyama's obviously distressed state.
Koyama sighed and suddenly splayed himself across the table, just as the waitress arrived with their plate of yakitori. She glanced at the clearly drunk Koyama oddly and then turned to Shige, who tried to assure her with his uneasy smile that really wasn't capable of assuring anyone of anything. "Come on, Koyama! Sit up at least!" He tried to encourage Koyama to cheer up a little, recognizing that they were drawing looks from other patrons in the izakaya.
"Pi likes things constant, things settled. It take him a long time to get used to new things because he wants to make sure he gets it right; he doesn't want to step on anyone's toes. He's not a perfectionist, but he doesn't like to mess up either." Koyama swirled his fingers in the drops of condensation that had fallen from his mugs of beer onto the wooden table. "Change is not something he deals with well. Especially not suddenly change."
With the way Koyama was talking now, Shige found himself getting increasingly concerned. "Koyama, what-"
"I had sex with her."
Shige started at Koyama's abrupt declaration. "You? Had sex with someone? ...someone other than Yamashita-kun?"
"Aragaki." Koyama offered her name with a miserable groan. "You know, that girl he's doing Code Blue with right now. We'd met a few times at magazine press parties; she was a nice enough girl, a little shy, but could hold herself decently in a conversation. I ran into her at the studio the other day after meeting with YamaPi and... I don't even remember what happened, but the next thing I knew I had her up against her dressing room door and..." Koyama's voice fell away and he closed his eyes, simply focusing on the cool feel of the table beneath his hot, flushed cheek. "I think I was looking for something," he murmured after a long moment of pregnant silence.
Shige bit his lip, eyes troubled and sympathetic for the confused Koyama. "Did you find it?" he whispered.
Koyama shook his head against the table, now staring at the messy water puddle he had created with his own hands. "But I don't think YamaPi has it either."
genre: Ichi Littoru no Namida
rating: G
pairing: Asou Haruto/Ikeuchi Aya
author's notes: unbetaed. Written from noble_scarlet's prompt - "happy moment involving music".
Eight o'clock.
Usually it is right after she has returned to her room from dining hall, but before her assigned bathing time at nine o'clock. There is enough time to listen to him talk awkwardly in circles, never quite sure what to say but always wanting to tell her something. Enough time for her to speak of mundane things, to express herself clearly, knowing that he is always listening on the other end.
They are dolphins.
And so, as she slides the door open and wheels forward into her room, she isn't the least bit surprised to hear the soft strains of "Sangatsu Kokonoka" fill her ears or to feel the gentle, comforting vibration of her cell phone in her coat pocket. A small smile quietly tugs on her lips as she reaches into the pocket. Opening the cell phone with her slightly trembling hands, she braces it against her ear, waiting.
"Oi, Ikeuchi? It's Asou. It's okay to talk now, right?"
They are dolphins.
word count: 359 words
genre: Anego
rating: PG-13
pairing: Kurosawa Akihiko/Noda Naoko
author's notes: unbetaed. Written from anamuan's prompt - "Kurosawa finally gets some from Anego".
She was most attractive wielding a knife.
Cleanly dicing the tomatoes in to square bite-size bits. Expertly slicing into the onions without shedding a single tear (unlike himself, unable to peel off the layer of skin even without crying). Quickly chopping up the carrots, and popping a few pieces into her mouth as a snack while she continued to plow through the rest of the ingredients.
It was the night before the big test, and he was supposed to be quizzing her (why else would he be reading a book on the economies of East Asia; he'd much prefer reading manga on his personal time-he was in the middle of One-Pound Gospel on a friend's recommendation), but instead he found himself drawn into the kitchen.
"Kurosawa-kun, next question?" Anego prompted after a long pause.
He was right behind her at that moment, but it was not until he placed a butterfly kiss at the base of the back of her neck that she noticed. Then he saw her hands on the cutting board still, the repeated sound of metal hitting wood abruptly coming to an end. "Kurosawa-kun?" Her voice was unsteady now, slightly apprehensive.
"Question?" Akihiko returned, moving forward, tracing a slow and soft path of kisses down her exposed collarbone.
"The question. You know, the question. It's important… For tomo-"
Anego's babbling was finally swallowed by a moan that overcame her just when he remembered her weak spot and took to suckling it at the junction of her neck and shoulder.
As he pressed closer against her, his arms came up around her, disarming her of her alluring kitchen weapon. One hand threaded with hers, the mere feather touch of their fingers dancing and entwining with each other to elicit a quieter, darker moan from her. His other hand slipped easily beneath her yet to be stained apron, now smoothing against the shuddering skin of her stomach and slipping further up, teasing the bottom edges of her bra, tripping over (but not unhooking) the front snap.
Suddenly, he stopped his ministrations-lifted lips, stilled hands-and into the shell of Anego's ear whispered, "What's for dinner tonight?"
word count: 512 words
genre: RPS, NEWS
rating: PG
pairing: Koyama/YamaPi
author's notes: unbetaed. Written for anamuan's prompt from the koyamapi!fic!a!thon!
"You know, sometimes, I think we would be better off friends."
Shige looked at Koyama from across the rim of his full beer mug as his best friend chugged his third helping of nama beer, only the frothy bubbles left at the bottom. "Koyama, are you sure you should be drinking that fast? That's your third one and we've barely been here a half-hour; the yakitori isn't even here yet."
Koyama waved him off with an unsteady hand. "I'm fine, Shige. Really." His already small eyes seemed much smaller as he squinted, struggling to focus. "YamaPi and I make really good friends. We really do. When YamaPi needs someone to talk to, I'm there. When needs cheering up, I'm there. And YamaPi is a good leader. He's good for NEWS."
"But he's not good for you?" Shige pressed, frowning as he took in Koyama's obviously distressed state.
Koyama sighed and suddenly splayed himself across the table, just as the waitress arrived with their plate of yakitori. She glanced at the clearly drunk Koyama oddly and then turned to Shige, who tried to assure her with his uneasy smile that really wasn't capable of assuring anyone of anything. "Come on, Koyama! Sit up at least!" He tried to encourage Koyama to cheer up a little, recognizing that they were drawing looks from other patrons in the izakaya.
"Pi likes things constant, things settled. It take him a long time to get used to new things because he wants to make sure he gets it right; he doesn't want to step on anyone's toes. He's not a perfectionist, but he doesn't like to mess up either." Koyama swirled his fingers in the drops of condensation that had fallen from his mugs of beer onto the wooden table. "Change is not something he deals with well. Especially not suddenly change."
With the way Koyama was talking now, Shige found himself getting increasingly concerned. "Koyama, what-"
"I had sex with her."
Shige started at Koyama's abrupt declaration. "You? Had sex with someone? ...someone other than Yamashita-kun?"
"Aragaki." Koyama offered her name with a miserable groan. "You know, that girl he's doing Code Blue with right now. We'd met a few times at magazine press parties; she was a nice enough girl, a little shy, but could hold herself decently in a conversation. I ran into her at the studio the other day after meeting with YamaPi and... I don't even remember what happened, but the next thing I knew I had her up against her dressing room door and..." Koyama's voice fell away and he closed his eyes, simply focusing on the cool feel of the table beneath his hot, flushed cheek. "I think I was looking for something," he murmured after a long moment of pregnant silence.
Shige bit his lip, eyes troubled and sympathetic for the confused Koyama. "Did you find it?" he whispered.
Koyama shook his head against the table, now staring at the messy water puddle he had created with his own hands. "But I don't think YamaPi has it either."