Gift fic for goldfreckled
To: goldfreckled
From: tottchupi
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: Stranded
Pairing/Group: Butoukan
Rating: PG
Warnings: none.
Notes: For goldfreckled. I hope you enjoy this~ And thanks to my beta for putting up with me constantly changing my plot.
Summary: Being stranded at the North Pole isn’t so great when it’s Christmas.
When Yara had last checked, the snow had yet to stop falling, let alone melt, so he didn’t understand why Senga was insisting that they try to get out.
“It’s still snowing, Kento. We can’t even get the door open. I told you that we have to wait it out,” he sighed.
The ship had been stranded at the pole for almost a week now. They had no contact to the other ships, either, and there was no way of knowing if the others were stranded nearby or not. Kitagawa had told them it would be a dangerous trip, trying to get to the Northern base, but they had taken on the challenge anyway. The trip had gone well until winter came. The ice under the ships became more and more solid, until it took hours to cross a small area or move at all. The snow had come soon after, covering the doors and making them near impossible to open.
“We don’t have much food left, Captain,” Hamanaka pointed out, causing Senga’s whining to increase in volume. “We’re going to have to get out and try to find something to eat if we don’t ration the food…”
Yamamoto coughed. “That means that Senga has to make sure not to eat like a pig.”
“I do not!” Senga looked offended. “I don’t, right? Yara-kun? Tsuka-chan? I don’t eat like a pig, right?”
Tsukada smiled but offered no further response, obviously having no desire to be dragged into the argument between the younger members of the team. Yara wasn’t paying attention anymore either, more concerned with the various gauges on the control board. It had been like this since the third day of being stranded in the middle of the ice. Things had been awkward and not even Tsukada’s clumsy tumbles here and there had been able to earn laughter from anyone but Senga (not that Hamanaka would have laughed in any other situation, either…).
As for Yamamoto, he had been pre-occupying himself with the calendar that Fujigaya had given them. “Just in case you need to remember birthdays or something,” Fujigaya had said, having marked the birthdays of all the teams beforehand. Yamamoto had only used it for crossing the days off until they got stranded and now he wrote commentary for each day, writing his kanji so small they were illegible in the small squares.
“I want KFC,” he said abruptly, scribbling a star onto that day’s square.
Senga scoffed. “And I’m a pig? Why would you torture us talking about food when we have barely enough anyway?!”
Yara looked over. He stared at the single star on the calendar, gaze moving slowly to the number in the corner.
25.
“Merry Christmas,” Hamanaka said quietly, leaning against the control board. “Well, y’know, at least we have holiday-appropriate weather. Snow on Christmas.”
Yamamoto and Senga both shot him withering looks. They knew he missed his team as much as they did, maybe even more since their teams were also on the expedition. The Veteran hadn’t been allowed to go with the rest of the fleet, instead sent to the South with the Eito and 7WEST ships. Hamanaka was, in fact, only there because the South had already been accessed. The Northern base was more of a challenge, so the Butoukan had been repaired and the team reassembled. They didn’t often do jobs after their initial trip around the world, only being called together for tough jobs like this.
“It is appropriate,” Tsukada laughed, knocking on the nearest porthole and watching the snow fall from it, only for it to be covered again within a few seconds. “But maybe it’s a little overdone. I prefer my snow light.”
The tension lightened at that, Yamamoto turning back to the calendar to draw four more stars onto the square and Senga sulking quietly. They all knew Senga would rather be with Nikaido on Christmas, but there had been no word from the Kisumai just yet. The radio had started emitting squawks of static that morning, but there had been nothing from the Kisumai or the Ebi just yet. Still, Yara was the captain here and he wouldn’t let the day go to waste.
“Let’s celebrate it, since being stranded doesn’t stop it from being the twenty-fifth of December,” Yara decided. “We’ll try to get out tomorrow, try to find food. But let’s not bother with rations for today.”
Hamanaka nodded, heading deeper into the ship to get the food. He never went against Yara’s orders. And he did miss his usual crew, so celebrating with this one would have to do.
The food wasn’t luxurious, most of it non-perishable canned good and the rest of the fresh food having been frozen entirely, since the storage area was an area with little heat. So the fruit was left to thaw on the centre of the table, the cans set on little folded stars that Yamamoto made out of Yara’s cpatain’s log. They sat around the table together with their cans and ate, Senga attempting and failing to start them singing Christmas carols every few minutes. “Kisumai would sing,” he insisted. “We always sing!”
“We’re not Kisumai or Ebi or MA or Veteran or THEY,” Yamamoto retorted. “We’re Butoukan. We don’t have any traditions yet…and they’ll never include singing during a meal.” He ended with a smile.
Senga whined. Tsukada laughed, Hamanaka let himself smile a little and Yara just shook his head as Senga and Yamamoto started bickering again.
They were a temporary crew, but a crew nonetheless and, on a Christmas in the middle of nowhere, they were happier to have each other than to be alone. And, under the bickering and laughter, the radio crackled with a quiet “Merry Christmas, this is the Kisumai.”
From: tottchupi
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: Stranded
Pairing/Group: Butoukan
Rating: PG
Warnings: none.
Notes: For goldfreckled. I hope you enjoy this~ And thanks to my beta for putting up with me constantly changing my plot.
Summary: Being stranded at the North Pole isn’t so great when it’s Christmas.
When Yara had last checked, the snow had yet to stop falling, let alone melt, so he didn’t understand why Senga was insisting that they try to get out.
“It’s still snowing, Kento. We can’t even get the door open. I told you that we have to wait it out,” he sighed.
The ship had been stranded at the pole for almost a week now. They had no contact to the other ships, either, and there was no way of knowing if the others were stranded nearby or not. Kitagawa had told them it would be a dangerous trip, trying to get to the Northern base, but they had taken on the challenge anyway. The trip had gone well until winter came. The ice under the ships became more and more solid, until it took hours to cross a small area or move at all. The snow had come soon after, covering the doors and making them near impossible to open.
“We don’t have much food left, Captain,” Hamanaka pointed out, causing Senga’s whining to increase in volume. “We’re going to have to get out and try to find something to eat if we don’t ration the food…”
Yamamoto coughed. “That means that Senga has to make sure not to eat like a pig.”
“I do not!” Senga looked offended. “I don’t, right? Yara-kun? Tsuka-chan? I don’t eat like a pig, right?”
Tsukada smiled but offered no further response, obviously having no desire to be dragged into the argument between the younger members of the team. Yara wasn’t paying attention anymore either, more concerned with the various gauges on the control board. It had been like this since the third day of being stranded in the middle of the ice. Things had been awkward and not even Tsukada’s clumsy tumbles here and there had been able to earn laughter from anyone but Senga (not that Hamanaka would have laughed in any other situation, either…).
As for Yamamoto, he had been pre-occupying himself with the calendar that Fujigaya had given them. “Just in case you need to remember birthdays or something,” Fujigaya had said, having marked the birthdays of all the teams beforehand. Yamamoto had only used it for crossing the days off until they got stranded and now he wrote commentary for each day, writing his kanji so small they were illegible in the small squares.
“I want KFC,” he said abruptly, scribbling a star onto that day’s square.
Senga scoffed. “And I’m a pig? Why would you torture us talking about food when we have barely enough anyway?!”
Yara looked over. He stared at the single star on the calendar, gaze moving slowly to the number in the corner.
25.
“Merry Christmas,” Hamanaka said quietly, leaning against the control board. “Well, y’know, at least we have holiday-appropriate weather. Snow on Christmas.”
Yamamoto and Senga both shot him withering looks. They knew he missed his team as much as they did, maybe even more since their teams were also on the expedition. The Veteran hadn’t been allowed to go with the rest of the fleet, instead sent to the South with the Eito and 7WEST ships. Hamanaka was, in fact, only there because the South had already been accessed. The Northern base was more of a challenge, so the Butoukan had been repaired and the team reassembled. They didn’t often do jobs after their initial trip around the world, only being called together for tough jobs like this.
“It is appropriate,” Tsukada laughed, knocking on the nearest porthole and watching the snow fall from it, only for it to be covered again within a few seconds. “But maybe it’s a little overdone. I prefer my snow light.”
The tension lightened at that, Yamamoto turning back to the calendar to draw four more stars onto the square and Senga sulking quietly. They all knew Senga would rather be with Nikaido on Christmas, but there had been no word from the Kisumai just yet. The radio had started emitting squawks of static that morning, but there had been nothing from the Kisumai or the Ebi just yet. Still, Yara was the captain here and he wouldn’t let the day go to waste.
“Let’s celebrate it, since being stranded doesn’t stop it from being the twenty-fifth of December,” Yara decided. “We’ll try to get out tomorrow, try to find food. But let’s not bother with rations for today.”
Hamanaka nodded, heading deeper into the ship to get the food. He never went against Yara’s orders. And he did miss his usual crew, so celebrating with this one would have to do.
The food wasn’t luxurious, most of it non-perishable canned good and the rest of the fresh food having been frozen entirely, since the storage area was an area with little heat. So the fruit was left to thaw on the centre of the table, the cans set on little folded stars that Yamamoto made out of Yara’s cpatain’s log. They sat around the table together with their cans and ate, Senga attempting and failing to start them singing Christmas carols every few minutes. “Kisumai would sing,” he insisted. “We always sing!”
“We’re not Kisumai or Ebi or MA or Veteran or THEY,” Yamamoto retorted. “We’re Butoukan. We don’t have any traditions yet…and they’ll never include singing during a meal.” He ended with a smile.
Senga whined. Tsukada laughed, Hamanaka let himself smile a little and Yara just shook his head as Senga and Yamamoto started bickering again.
They were a temporary crew, but a crew nonetheless and, on a Christmas in the middle of nowhere, they were happier to have each other than to be alone. And, under the bickering and laughter, the radio crackled with a quiet “Merry Christmas, this is the Kisumai.”