4 drabbles; JE & Gundam Wing; PG - PG13ish
Author: anamuan
A/N: drabble meme prompts. I'm not done with all the prompts I got, but the gochagocha state of the entry was starting to drive me crazy.
Why don't you go back to not talking to me? | Where do the stars go when it's not night? | het Ai Nante songfic | talking philosophy with their eyes |
Prompt: Why don't you go back to not talking to me? That was doing us both a lot of good; for inevitabilityy
Pairing: Ryo/Shige (JE)
Word Count: 438
Rating: PG-13
"Why don't you go back to not talking to me? It was doing us both a lot of good."
The next day, Ryo moved out. All they ever did lately was fight. All it ever got was worse. He hadn't had time to find an apartment, so he crashed on Jin's couch. He would have gone to Yamapi's, but there was enough intra-group stress as it was. He still saw Shige everyday at work; they didn't talk. It was amazing how you could spend twelve-hour work days ignoring someone, or at least pretending to ignore someone. Ryo wondered how long they could make it last, and if it would last longer than their relationship.
But of course it couldn't. It seemed that everything he did with Shige was doomed to failure. Fed up, Yamapi practically shoved Ryo into a room. Shige was inside, looking pissed. "Work it out." Yamapi's voice was flat, final, group-leader. "Maybe you're fine like this, but it's hard on the rest of the group." And then he left.
Ryo turned to face Shige; he didn't have a choice. Shige wasn't looking at him. Ryo cleared his throat, trying decide how to 'work it out'. He couldn't untangle this enough to know where to even start.
"Thanks a lot," Shige cut across his thoughts venonmously.
"Hey, this isn't my fault!" Ryo snapped back.
"What do you call it then?" Shige was looking at him now, and if looks could kill, Ryo would be a little pile of ash on the floor. A short pile, Shige would probably add.
"Oh, because you have absolutely no part in any of this." Ryo stepped forward angrily.
Shige didn't back down, self-righteously holding his ground. "All you ever do is start fights."
"Why don't you go back to not talking to me then? It was doing us both a lot of good." Ryo shot Shige's words back at him; and Shige grabbed him--one hand on his shoulder, the other at the back of his head--and crushed their lips together.
When Shige tried to snake his tongue into Ryo's mouth, Ryo bit him. Shige pulled back, hissing air in through his lips in pain. He bit the side of Ryo's neck--hard--in retaliation, mumbling, "Biting is mean," almost gently against the skin. And then his mouth moved to cover Ryo's again.
Ryo didn't try to bite Shige the next time he tried to deepen the kiss. Instead he slid his own tongue into Shige's mouth and wrapped a leg around Shige's slim hips.
Outside, Massu whispered to Yamapi, "Does this mean they're not fighting anymore?"
Yamapi shrugged.
Prompt: Where do the stars go when it's not night?; for sillyandmorbid
Pairing: Pin (JE)
Word Count: 230
Rating: PG
Soft lips fluttered over cheeks, forehead, eyelids, disbelieving, almost reverent as Jin lay catching his breath.
"Pi. What are you doing?" His eyes were still shut, but his lips curved up into a smile. He finally cracked one eye open and peered at Yamapi through his lashes. "You're missing my mouth." His smile got wider, but Yamapi pulled back, suddenly serious, worried.
"No, no, no, no, Pi." Jin sat up alarmed, grasping Yamapi's wrists with both hands. "Pi. What's the matter? What are you thinking about?"
Pi felt cold, even with the warmth of Jin's palms and fingers seeping into his skin and creeping up his arms. "Where do the stars go when it's not night?" He asked it slowly, calmly, but Jin thought he could detect an edge of desperation pushing the question up from below.
"They're where they always are. They don't go anywhere. They don't leave," Jin answered.
Yamapi broke into a smile and he used Jin's grip on his wrists to pull Jin towards him and kissed him on the mouth.
Jin grinned back, and Yamapi broke the kiss because it's hard to kiss someone when you're both smiling so widely.
"Your aim's improved," Jin said, and leaned in for another kiss.
Prompt: het Ai Nante songfic; for mycroftnext
Pairing: 6x9 (Gundam Wing)
Word Count: 750
Rating: PG
Dore dake aruite kitandarou. Furimuitara namida no ato.
Zechs knew the secret fears in his heart were true. He couldn't protect them. He couldn't protect anyone. Not anyone; not even her. All his tears, all the tears in the world would never bring a single person back.
Kizutuke kizutuki tadorituita basho.
Zechs knew the secret fears in his heart were true. All the blood covering his hands. All the people he killed trying to grow stronger, strong enough to save all those innocent people, all the beautiful pacifists who couldn't protect themselves. For that lofty goal, Zechs had abandoned all his morals and ideals, all his hope for himself--to protect, to save.
But he knew--now, too late--that it was all hopeless. He couldn't protect anyone and anywhere he went, everywhere he went, all he brought was pointless death and destruction. He couldn't save anyone. All he could do was cause pain. These were the truths he feared, the truths hated the most, because they meant all he'd sacrificed, all the pain he'd experienced and shaken off as worthy sacrifice for others, all of it was in vain.
Ima koko ni kimi ga iru.
I can't protect you either. I can't.
Zechs whispered the words under his breath, but no less desperately for all that. Noin knew she wasn't supposed to have heard. But of course she did. She was a little ashamed to admit it, but she heard every word that ever fell from Zechs' lips. She couldn't help it.
I'm here, she whispered back, under her own breath. I'm here anyway.
Ai nante kimi dake sa itsudemo motomesugite.
Noin knew she always asked too much of him. She knew she always pressed a little bit too far, always wanted more, something, too much, things he didn't have to give. Please rely on me, and I always want to be by your side. She knew she asked for too much because she wanted everything.
Ai nante kimi nashi ja imi nai yo. Ikirarenai.
Don't leave me, and I love you, and Life without you is meaningless. Noin didn't say things like that; it wasn't in her nature.
I don't need you to protect me. I'll be waiting for you. And then she walked away, leaving Zechs to stare after her
Hontou ni kokoro de aiseteiru no? Imademo fuan da yo.
She knew who Zechs was, knew his hopes and dreams, whispered secrets from Academy days when life was--not exactly carefree, but before all the blood and tears that seemed to weigh so heavily on Zechs now--whispered secrets she treasured for all they meant. She knew his worries and his fears, the secret things he hid in his heart.
Did he remember any of hers?
Hitorikiri yume no naka tadorituita basho, furueteru kimi ga iru yo.
Zechs sometimes felt like he was stumbling through a dream, wandering through a nightmare alone. The way behind him was closed with thorns and blood, and none of his options forward were good ones. He didn't know which way to go. All the paths open to him twisted farther and farther into impenetrable night.
But he had no choice but to go forward. And Noin was waiting at the end of every one, so he pressed on.
Nakanaide, hanasanai yo, subete wo nagesutetemo. Mirai nante kimi nashi ja mienai yo. Iranai yo.
Even if she lost everything. Even if she had to sacrifice everything, she wouldn't let go of him. Zechs would be the one thing she held onto. All of her family was dead, killed in falling rubble years ago; nearly all her friends were too, casualties of not being quite fast enough, not being quite good enough and the cruelty of a soldier's existence. That was all past, past and present.
She wouldn't give up Zechs. She couldn't see a future without him. She didn't want any part in a future without him.
Asa no hizashi no kimi no negao to tereta egao de ureshiku nareru kara. Sonna hibi wo kanjita ai yo.
"Are you still waiting?" Zechs asked Noin a few minutes before boarding the Mars terra-forming project shuttle.
She looked at his face, into his eyes which were no longer covered by a mask. She smiled. "No, not anymore."
The early morning sun playing across Noin's sleeping face.
Zech's shy smile, unburdened for the first time in years.
"Let's go, then." Stepping through the hatch, Zechs reached back and caught Noin's hand.
Eien ni. Eien ni.
Prompt: talking philosophy with their eyes; for inevitabilityy
Pairing: Ryo/Shige (JE)
Word Count: 390
Rating: PG-13
Ryo spotted Shige across the club. He was surprised; he didn't think Shige was the type. He always had to remind himself that there was more to Shige than dorky antics and pretentious leanings. Ryo's eyes tracked Shige as he made his way across the dance floor, bobbing and weaving through the crowd as though it were water. His motion seemed so fluid, so second nature, that Ryo found it easy to forget that he associated Shige with dorky performances and stupid backstage antics instead of with dark, throbbing spaces. Tipping back the rest of his drink, Ryo slid onto the dance floor, aiming not for where Shige was, but where he'd be next.
And suddenly Shige was there in front of Ryo; and the smile he flashed looked rare and alluring and mysterious in the strobing club lights. He didn't say anything, but put his hands on Ryo's hips and pulled them together. Ryo led the dancing, following the beat pumped through the club so loudly they could feel it in their stomachs, feel it crawling up their spines, because Ryo could be smooth too. Hips and gaze locked, Ryo and Shige moved together, speaking sex with their bodies, talking philosophy with their eyes until Shige moved his hand from Ryo's hip to his wrist and started pulling him to the door.
"Let's get out of here," Shige shouted over his shoulder, leaning close to Ryo's ear and Ryo could still barely hear him; they were the first words they'd exchanged all night. They paused near the exit when Ryo slid his wrist out of Shige's grasp and down across the front of Shige's pants. There was some frantic rocking and some desperate kissing up against the wall of the club, and then Shige grabbed Ryo's wrist again and pulled him outside into the cold night air.
Neither of them had stopped to get their jackets from the coat check and Ryo tried to suppress a shiver because it really was cold; and then a taxi had pulled over and they'd climbed in and Shige gave Ryo another one of those looks--smile still mysterious, eyes still full of unspoken conversations--and told the cab driver his address. Ryo pressed a hand against the cold glass of the window and thought he'd never felt so warm in his life.
edits, please
A/N: drabble meme prompts. I'm not done with all the prompts I got, but the gochagocha state of the entry was starting to drive me crazy.
Why don't you go back to not talking to me? | Where do the stars go when it's not night? | het Ai Nante songfic | talking philosophy with their eyes |
Prompt: Why don't you go back to not talking to me? That was doing us both a lot of good; for inevitabilityy
Pairing: Ryo/Shige (JE)
Word Count: 438
Rating: PG-13
"Why don't you go back to not talking to me? It was doing us both a lot of good."
The next day, Ryo moved out. All they ever did lately was fight. All it ever got was worse. He hadn't had time to find an apartment, so he crashed on Jin's couch. He would have gone to Yamapi's, but there was enough intra-group stress as it was. He still saw Shige everyday at work; they didn't talk. It was amazing how you could spend twelve-hour work days ignoring someone, or at least pretending to ignore someone. Ryo wondered how long they could make it last, and if it would last longer than their relationship.
But of course it couldn't. It seemed that everything he did with Shige was doomed to failure. Fed up, Yamapi practically shoved Ryo into a room. Shige was inside, looking pissed. "Work it out." Yamapi's voice was flat, final, group-leader. "Maybe you're fine like this, but it's hard on the rest of the group." And then he left.
Ryo turned to face Shige; he didn't have a choice. Shige wasn't looking at him. Ryo cleared his throat, trying decide how to 'work it out'. He couldn't untangle this enough to know where to even start.
"Thanks a lot," Shige cut across his thoughts venonmously.
"Hey, this isn't my fault!" Ryo snapped back.
"What do you call it then?" Shige was looking at him now, and if looks could kill, Ryo would be a little pile of ash on the floor. A short pile, Shige would probably add.
"Oh, because you have absolutely no part in any of this." Ryo stepped forward angrily.
Shige didn't back down, self-righteously holding his ground. "All you ever do is start fights."
"Why don't you go back to not talking to me then? It was doing us both a lot of good." Ryo shot Shige's words back at him; and Shige grabbed him--one hand on his shoulder, the other at the back of his head--and crushed their lips together.
When Shige tried to snake his tongue into Ryo's mouth, Ryo bit him. Shige pulled back, hissing air in through his lips in pain. He bit the side of Ryo's neck--hard--in retaliation, mumbling, "Biting is mean," almost gently against the skin. And then his mouth moved to cover Ryo's again.
Ryo didn't try to bite Shige the next time he tried to deepen the kiss. Instead he slid his own tongue into Shige's mouth and wrapped a leg around Shige's slim hips.
Outside, Massu whispered to Yamapi, "Does this mean they're not fighting anymore?"
Yamapi shrugged.
Prompt: Where do the stars go when it's not night?; for sillyandmorbid
Pairing: Pin (JE)
Word Count: 230
Rating: PG
Soft lips fluttered over cheeks, forehead, eyelids, disbelieving, almost reverent as Jin lay catching his breath.
"Pi. What are you doing?" His eyes were still shut, but his lips curved up into a smile. He finally cracked one eye open and peered at Yamapi through his lashes. "You're missing my mouth." His smile got wider, but Yamapi pulled back, suddenly serious, worried.
"No, no, no, no, Pi." Jin sat up alarmed, grasping Yamapi's wrists with both hands. "Pi. What's the matter? What are you thinking about?"
Pi felt cold, even with the warmth of Jin's palms and fingers seeping into his skin and creeping up his arms. "Where do the stars go when it's not night?" He asked it slowly, calmly, but Jin thought he could detect an edge of desperation pushing the question up from below.
"They're where they always are. They don't go anywhere. They don't leave," Jin answered.
Yamapi broke into a smile and he used Jin's grip on his wrists to pull Jin towards him and kissed him on the mouth.
Jin grinned back, and Yamapi broke the kiss because it's hard to kiss someone when you're both smiling so widely.
"Your aim's improved," Jin said, and leaned in for another kiss.
Prompt: het Ai Nante songfic; for mycroftnext
Pairing: 6x9 (Gundam Wing)
Word Count: 750
Rating: PG
Dore dake aruite kitandarou. Furimuitara namida no ato.
Zechs knew the secret fears in his heart were true. He couldn't protect them. He couldn't protect anyone. Not anyone; not even her. All his tears, all the tears in the world would never bring a single person back.
Kizutuke kizutuki tadorituita basho.
Zechs knew the secret fears in his heart were true. All the blood covering his hands. All the people he killed trying to grow stronger, strong enough to save all those innocent people, all the beautiful pacifists who couldn't protect themselves. For that lofty goal, Zechs had abandoned all his morals and ideals, all his hope for himself--to protect, to save.
But he knew--now, too late--that it was all hopeless. He couldn't protect anyone and anywhere he went, everywhere he went, all he brought was pointless death and destruction. He couldn't save anyone. All he could do was cause pain. These were the truths he feared, the truths hated the most, because they meant all he'd sacrificed, all the pain he'd experienced and shaken off as worthy sacrifice for others, all of it was in vain.
Ima koko ni kimi ga iru.
I can't protect you either. I can't.
Zechs whispered the words under his breath, but no less desperately for all that. Noin knew she wasn't supposed to have heard. But of course she did. She was a little ashamed to admit it, but she heard every word that ever fell from Zechs' lips. She couldn't help it.
I'm here, she whispered back, under her own breath. I'm here anyway.
Ai nante kimi dake sa itsudemo motomesugite.
Noin knew she always asked too much of him. She knew she always pressed a little bit too far, always wanted more, something, too much, things he didn't have to give. Please rely on me, and I always want to be by your side. She knew she asked for too much because she wanted everything.
Ai nante kimi nashi ja imi nai yo. Ikirarenai.
Don't leave me, and I love you, and Life without you is meaningless. Noin didn't say things like that; it wasn't in her nature.
I don't need you to protect me. I'll be waiting for you. And then she walked away, leaving Zechs to stare after her
Hontou ni kokoro de aiseteiru no? Imademo fuan da yo.
She knew who Zechs was, knew his hopes and dreams, whispered secrets from Academy days when life was--not exactly carefree, but before all the blood and tears that seemed to weigh so heavily on Zechs now--whispered secrets she treasured for all they meant. She knew his worries and his fears, the secret things he hid in his heart.
Did he remember any of hers?
Hitorikiri yume no naka tadorituita basho, furueteru kimi ga iru yo.
Zechs sometimes felt like he was stumbling through a dream, wandering through a nightmare alone. The way behind him was closed with thorns and blood, and none of his options forward were good ones. He didn't know which way to go. All the paths open to him twisted farther and farther into impenetrable night.
But he had no choice but to go forward. And Noin was waiting at the end of every one, so he pressed on.
Nakanaide, hanasanai yo, subete wo nagesutetemo. Mirai nante kimi nashi ja mienai yo. Iranai yo.
Even if she lost everything. Even if she had to sacrifice everything, she wouldn't let go of him. Zechs would be the one thing she held onto. All of her family was dead, killed in falling rubble years ago; nearly all her friends were too, casualties of not being quite fast enough, not being quite good enough and the cruelty of a soldier's existence. That was all past, past and present.
She wouldn't give up Zechs. She couldn't see a future without him. She didn't want any part in a future without him.
Asa no hizashi no kimi no negao to tereta egao de ureshiku nareru kara. Sonna hibi wo kanjita ai yo.
"Are you still waiting?" Zechs asked Noin a few minutes before boarding the Mars terra-forming project shuttle.
She looked at his face, into his eyes which were no longer covered by a mask. She smiled. "No, not anymore."
The early morning sun playing across Noin's sleeping face.
Zech's shy smile, unburdened for the first time in years.
"Let's go, then." Stepping through the hatch, Zechs reached back and caught Noin's hand.
Eien ni. Eien ni.
Prompt: talking philosophy with their eyes; for inevitabilityy
Pairing: Ryo/Shige (JE)
Word Count: 390
Rating: PG-13
Ryo spotted Shige across the club. He was surprised; he didn't think Shige was the type. He always had to remind himself that there was more to Shige than dorky antics and pretentious leanings. Ryo's eyes tracked Shige as he made his way across the dance floor, bobbing and weaving through the crowd as though it were water. His motion seemed so fluid, so second nature, that Ryo found it easy to forget that he associated Shige with dorky performances and stupid backstage antics instead of with dark, throbbing spaces. Tipping back the rest of his drink, Ryo slid onto the dance floor, aiming not for where Shige was, but where he'd be next.
And suddenly Shige was there in front of Ryo; and the smile he flashed looked rare and alluring and mysterious in the strobing club lights. He didn't say anything, but put his hands on Ryo's hips and pulled them together. Ryo led the dancing, following the beat pumped through the club so loudly they could feel it in their stomachs, feel it crawling up their spines, because Ryo could be smooth too. Hips and gaze locked, Ryo and Shige moved together, speaking sex with their bodies, talking philosophy with their eyes until Shige moved his hand from Ryo's hip to his wrist and started pulling him to the door.
"Let's get out of here," Shige shouted over his shoulder, leaning close to Ryo's ear and Ryo could still barely hear him; they were the first words they'd exchanged all night. They paused near the exit when Ryo slid his wrist out of Shige's grasp and down across the front of Shige's pants. There was some frantic rocking and some desperate kissing up against the wall of the club, and then Shige grabbed Ryo's wrist again and pulled him outside into the cold night air.
Neither of them had stopped to get their jackets from the coat check and Ryo tried to suppress a shiver because it really was cold; and then a taxi had pulled over and they'd climbed in and Shige gave Ryo another one of those looks--smile still mysterious, eyes still full of unspoken conversations--and told the cab driver his address. Ryo pressed a hand against the cold glass of the window and thought he'd never felt so warm in his life.
edits, please