Requests IV
Some leftover drabbles from the request post. I wasn't going to post these because... they really aren't very good. But I'm feeling bad for only writing few of the requested fics, so here they are. I'm sorry they suck. -_-
Title: Stain
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: ohno/nino
Word count: 418
Notes: for windrette
"Stop fidgeting and take your shirt off," Nino said, grabbing hold of Ohno's head with both of his hands. "Remember, this was your idea."
"I know, but could you at least be a little bit gentler?" Ohno answered while all the time trying to get out of Nino's grip. "You know what? I've changed my mind. I can do it myself. I've done it countless times before and I don't fail very often."
"But this is important," Nino said firmly, helping Ohno from his shirt. "I don't know why you insist on doing this yourself. If you went to a professional, they would have taken care of this for you and you wouldn't be worrying."
"If I do it myself, I'll save money."
Nino paused and pretended to wipe away a tear from the corner of his eye. "Oh, Oh-chan. I'm so proud of you."
"Right," Ohno said. "Just get on with it, Nino."
"Hand me the rubber gloves," Nino sighed. "And the bottle of dye."
Nino put the gloves on and started spreading the black dye into Ohno's hair. His hands were warm and Ohno enjoyed the sensation of Nino's fingers running over his scalp, even if it was closely followed by the coldness of the hair dye. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, gradually relaxing his body.
Nino chuckled. "You enjoy this. You look like an overgrown cat being stroked by its owner."
Ohno's lips twitched when he tried to suppress a grin, but he didn't say anything right away. He let the silence stretch over few more minutes. "See what I did there?" he asked after a while. "I didn't say anything about your cat-comment."
"I noticed," Nino said, tugging playfully at strands of Ohno's hair.
"It would have been too easy. Especially after the owner comment."
"It was so beneath you," Nino agreed. "Now, lean over. I need to do the neck."
Ohno lowered his head and Nino's fingers moved to the shorter, finer hairs in the back of his head. Ohno smiled to himself when he felt the shivers caused by Nino's touch running down his spine. He knew that Nino probably noticed the goose bumps spreading over his skin.
"There you go," Nino said after a while. "You'll need to wait thirty minutes. Don't smudge anything important."
Ohno got up from the chair and glanced at Nino.
"Ohhhh, no," Nino said, shaking his head and taking a step back. "I'm important! Keep your dyed head away from me!"
Title: Who's that boy?
Fandom: YTM/HYD
Pairing: Domyouji/Mimura - sort of
Word count: 457
Notes: for xanderave. This was supposed to be longer (you can probably tell xD) but it wasn't working. D:
Nowadays Tsukasa measured time in moments of Makino - moments he spent with her and moments they were apart. But Rui still remembered the time when things had been different.
Seeing the familiar face in the crowd had been a shock, to say the least. The scrawny boy he had known had grown into a disturbingly good-looking guy. Still, there was no question. It was the same Mimura Takuya that Tsukasa had picked on in junior high. Mimura had been skinny and awkward back then; a quiet boy that didn't seem to have many friends. He had been easy target for Tsukasa. Rui had always felt a bit sorry for the boy.
But now... Mimura was tall and muscular and - Rui had to admit - gorgeous. He could hear the people around him starting to whisper, wondering who was the boy in the white school uniform and what was he doing there, in their school. In the sea of burgundy uniforms, Mimura seemed to shine.
Rui stood up. He knew that Mimura would spot him just as easily as he had seen him. Mimura was close enough that he could see the flash of recognition on his face. He waited patiently as the other boy made his way to him.
"Hanazawa," Mimura nodded. The low murmur of whispers grew louder around them.
"Mimura. What brings you here?"
"Oh, just visiting," Mimura shrugged. "How are you?"
"Same as always."
"Your friends?"
"Mostly just like they've always been."
"Hey! Rui! Where-" Tsukasa's voice came from the balcony above them. Then his head peeked over the edge and his sentence was left unfinished. Rui watched how Tsukasa frowned and how his eyes narrowed while he was trying to place Mimura's face. "Who are you?" he finally asked. "That's not our school uniform."
Tsukasa stared intensely at Mimura, but he didn't seem to get uncomfortable under the glare. What a change, Rui thought. It was quite admirable.
"Mimura Takuya, from Ichinomiya high school. And you?" Mimura asked and Rui almost grinned. Now the boy was intentionally annoying Tsukasa.
Tsukasa sputtered at the name and almost fell from his chair. "MIMURA!" he exclaimed, frightening few of the girls still hanging around. Then he pulled his head back and vanished from sight.
There was a loud crash and Rui could hear Akira yell out in protest. Then there was silence. Rui was partly expecting Tsukasa to stomp down the stairs, but he didn't appear again.
"Anyway. I need to go see the headmaster. And find my friend. I think he's lost," Mimura said and turned to walk away.
He was almost completely out of sight when Tsukasa finally walked down the stairs, attempting to look nonchalant. Rui sighed.
"He went away already," he told Tsukasa.
Title: Important
Fandom: Yamada Taro Monogatari
Pairing: Mimura/Yamada
Word count: 688
Notes: I don't even know. I don't think anyone requested this, I just found it among the other drabbles.
Takuya let the yellow flower fall from his fingers and watched how it spiralled to the floor. He barely glanced at his flower arrangement before turning away and leaving it unfinished on the table. It was no use. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get anything done.
His mind kept wandering, going to places that he'd rather keep away from. He sat heavily down on his plush white couch and leaned back, closing his eyes. He let out a long sigh, hoping that sighing like a lovesick fool would somehow help, and slid his fingers over his eyes and along the bridge of his nose.
Being confused was annoying.
Takuya wasn't sure when his feelings had changed. At first he had been set on getting Taro and Ikegami together. He had wanted to make Taro realize that he had feelings for her. Because, well, making Taro to realize anything was a lot of work and very amusing. He had thought that it would have been interesting to watch. That had been all the reason for him then. But now... Every time he thought about them together, his heart felt tighter, smaller somehow. He caught himself suddenly wishing that Taro actually didn't have any feelings towards Ikegami, that there was nothing for him to realize.
Maybe it had been the summer festival, when he had thought to himself that it had felt ridiculously like a date, even if Ikegami and Taro's whole family had been there with them. Maybe it had been how Taro had turned to lean against him and how it had felt to have him that close.
Maybe it had been later, in the shrine, when he had hid and listened in on Taro and Ikegami and when he had realized that his whole body had been tense, that he had been ready to interrupt if she got brave enough to confess. Maybe it had been all those things, combined with the small moment when Taro had sat silently next to him, watching the sunset, and Takuya had wished that he could always keep Taro all to himself like that. His fingers had itched to take Taro's hand into his then. And the need to touch had never left him after that. But still, it had taken Ikegami and the look in her eyes when she had all but pushed Taro to him, saying: "I'll leave the rest to you" to make him understand what he was feeling.
It was humiliating to think that Ikegami of all people had figured this out quicker than he had.
Takuya frowned at himself. It didn't matter. There was nothing he could do about it. Things were starting to slip out of his control and if there was one thing he hated more than being confused, it was feeling helpless.
"Is something wrong?" Isogai asked. Takuya hadn't even noticed him entering the room. It was like lately Isogai's soft steps had grown completely soundless. Or maybe Takuya was just paying less attention to the world around him that didn't include Yamada Taro in some way.
The thought made Takuya want to sigh again.
"Isogai... What am I doing?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. What could the old servant actually offer as advice anyway?
"I wonder..." Isogai said, pausing to consider his next words. "What is the most important thing to you? I remember that you once asked this question from Miss Ikegami and I think it's a very good question to ask."
Takuya couldn't help smiling. The old man knew him much too well. He liked that question; it somehow always made things clearer when people figured out their answer to it. His smile turned into a grin. "My own smile, maybe..." he said, grinning at the memory of Taro's face, smiling at him through the darkness after he had said those words to him.
And what was the thing that never failed to make him smile? What was the thing that brought him most happiness?
Those were easy questions to answer.
"Isogai," he said, getting up.
Isogai smiled and nodded. "I'll get the car ready."
Title: Stain
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: ohno/nino
Word count: 418
Notes: for windrette
"Stop fidgeting and take your shirt off," Nino said, grabbing hold of Ohno's head with both of his hands. "Remember, this was your idea."
"I know, but could you at least be a little bit gentler?" Ohno answered while all the time trying to get out of Nino's grip. "You know what? I've changed my mind. I can do it myself. I've done it countless times before and I don't fail very often."
"But this is important," Nino said firmly, helping Ohno from his shirt. "I don't know why you insist on doing this yourself. If you went to a professional, they would have taken care of this for you and you wouldn't be worrying."
"If I do it myself, I'll save money."
Nino paused and pretended to wipe away a tear from the corner of his eye. "Oh, Oh-chan. I'm so proud of you."
"Right," Ohno said. "Just get on with it, Nino."
"Hand me the rubber gloves," Nino sighed. "And the bottle of dye."
Nino put the gloves on and started spreading the black dye into Ohno's hair. His hands were warm and Ohno enjoyed the sensation of Nino's fingers running over his scalp, even if it was closely followed by the coldness of the hair dye. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, gradually relaxing his body.
Nino chuckled. "You enjoy this. You look like an overgrown cat being stroked by its owner."
Ohno's lips twitched when he tried to suppress a grin, but he didn't say anything right away. He let the silence stretch over few more minutes. "See what I did there?" he asked after a while. "I didn't say anything about your cat-comment."
"I noticed," Nino said, tugging playfully at strands of Ohno's hair.
"It would have been too easy. Especially after the owner comment."
"It was so beneath you," Nino agreed. "Now, lean over. I need to do the neck."
Ohno lowered his head and Nino's fingers moved to the shorter, finer hairs in the back of his head. Ohno smiled to himself when he felt the shivers caused by Nino's touch running down his spine. He knew that Nino probably noticed the goose bumps spreading over his skin.
"There you go," Nino said after a while. "You'll need to wait thirty minutes. Don't smudge anything important."
Ohno got up from the chair and glanced at Nino.
"Ohhhh, no," Nino said, shaking his head and taking a step back. "I'm important! Keep your dyed head away from me!"
Title: Who's that boy?
Fandom: YTM/HYD
Pairing: Domyouji/Mimura - sort of
Word count: 457
Notes: for xanderave. This was supposed to be longer (you can probably tell xD) but it wasn't working. D:
Nowadays Tsukasa measured time in moments of Makino - moments he spent with her and moments they were apart. But Rui still remembered the time when things had been different.
Seeing the familiar face in the crowd had been a shock, to say the least. The scrawny boy he had known had grown into a disturbingly good-looking guy. Still, there was no question. It was the same Mimura Takuya that Tsukasa had picked on in junior high. Mimura had been skinny and awkward back then; a quiet boy that didn't seem to have many friends. He had been easy target for Tsukasa. Rui had always felt a bit sorry for the boy.
But now... Mimura was tall and muscular and - Rui had to admit - gorgeous. He could hear the people around him starting to whisper, wondering who was the boy in the white school uniform and what was he doing there, in their school. In the sea of burgundy uniforms, Mimura seemed to shine.
Rui stood up. He knew that Mimura would spot him just as easily as he had seen him. Mimura was close enough that he could see the flash of recognition on his face. He waited patiently as the other boy made his way to him.
"Hanazawa," Mimura nodded. The low murmur of whispers grew louder around them.
"Mimura. What brings you here?"
"Oh, just visiting," Mimura shrugged. "How are you?"
"Same as always."
"Your friends?"
"Mostly just like they've always been."
"Hey! Rui! Where-" Tsukasa's voice came from the balcony above them. Then his head peeked over the edge and his sentence was left unfinished. Rui watched how Tsukasa frowned and how his eyes narrowed while he was trying to place Mimura's face. "Who are you?" he finally asked. "That's not our school uniform."
Tsukasa stared intensely at Mimura, but he didn't seem to get uncomfortable under the glare. What a change, Rui thought. It was quite admirable.
"Mimura Takuya, from Ichinomiya high school. And you?" Mimura asked and Rui almost grinned. Now the boy was intentionally annoying Tsukasa.
Tsukasa sputtered at the name and almost fell from his chair. "MIMURA!" he exclaimed, frightening few of the girls still hanging around. Then he pulled his head back and vanished from sight.
There was a loud crash and Rui could hear Akira yell out in protest. Then there was silence. Rui was partly expecting Tsukasa to stomp down the stairs, but he didn't appear again.
"Anyway. I need to go see the headmaster. And find my friend. I think he's lost," Mimura said and turned to walk away.
He was almost completely out of sight when Tsukasa finally walked down the stairs, attempting to look nonchalant. Rui sighed.
"He went away already," he told Tsukasa.
Title: Important
Fandom: Yamada Taro Monogatari
Pairing: Mimura/Yamada
Word count: 688
Notes: I don't even know. I don't think anyone requested this, I just found it among the other drabbles.
Takuya let the yellow flower fall from his fingers and watched how it spiralled to the floor. He barely glanced at his flower arrangement before turning away and leaving it unfinished on the table. It was no use. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get anything done.
His mind kept wandering, going to places that he'd rather keep away from. He sat heavily down on his plush white couch and leaned back, closing his eyes. He let out a long sigh, hoping that sighing like a lovesick fool would somehow help, and slid his fingers over his eyes and along the bridge of his nose.
Being confused was annoying.
Takuya wasn't sure when his feelings had changed. At first he had been set on getting Taro and Ikegami together. He had wanted to make Taro realize that he had feelings for her. Because, well, making Taro to realize anything was a lot of work and very amusing. He had thought that it would have been interesting to watch. That had been all the reason for him then. But now... Every time he thought about them together, his heart felt tighter, smaller somehow. He caught himself suddenly wishing that Taro actually didn't have any feelings towards Ikegami, that there was nothing for him to realize.
Maybe it had been the summer festival, when he had thought to himself that it had felt ridiculously like a date, even if Ikegami and Taro's whole family had been there with them. Maybe it had been how Taro had turned to lean against him and how it had felt to have him that close.
Maybe it had been later, in the shrine, when he had hid and listened in on Taro and Ikegami and when he had realized that his whole body had been tense, that he had been ready to interrupt if she got brave enough to confess. Maybe it had been all those things, combined with the small moment when Taro had sat silently next to him, watching the sunset, and Takuya had wished that he could always keep Taro all to himself like that. His fingers had itched to take Taro's hand into his then. And the need to touch had never left him after that. But still, it had taken Ikegami and the look in her eyes when she had all but pushed Taro to him, saying: "I'll leave the rest to you" to make him understand what he was feeling.
It was humiliating to think that Ikegami of all people had figured this out quicker than he had.
Takuya frowned at himself. It didn't matter. There was nothing he could do about it. Things were starting to slip out of his control and if there was one thing he hated more than being confused, it was feeling helpless.
"Is something wrong?" Isogai asked. Takuya hadn't even noticed him entering the room. It was like lately Isogai's soft steps had grown completely soundless. Or maybe Takuya was just paying less attention to the world around him that didn't include Yamada Taro in some way.
The thought made Takuya want to sigh again.
"Isogai... What am I doing?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. What could the old servant actually offer as advice anyway?
"I wonder..." Isogai said, pausing to consider his next words. "What is the most important thing to you? I remember that you once asked this question from Miss Ikegami and I think it's a very good question to ask."
Takuya couldn't help smiling. The old man knew him much too well. He liked that question; it somehow always made things clearer when people figured out their answer to it. His smile turned into a grin. "My own smile, maybe..." he said, grinning at the memory of Taro's face, smiling at him through the darkness after he had said those words to him.
And what was the thing that never failed to make him smile? What was the thing that brought him most happiness?
Those were easy questions to answer.
"Isogai," he said, getting up.
Isogai smiled and nodded. "I'll get the car ready."