Tracing back to my roots. Hello FujiRyo gods! Remember me? ^^;
Busy month(s) have repressed my PoT muses. And I haven't been able to work as much on PCR like I wanted to. But good things have happened too: Like FF.net FINALLY getting a Hanakimi section up. And for some odd reason I find myself eye to eye with a couple of items. Namely a NakatsuKayashima muse, an odd little AkihaUmeda plotbunny, another OT5 ficlet that DEMANDS to be written, and the unholy urge to finish that KuroKura fic from awhile back.
Anyway, as for the post's real content: It’s been a while since I last entertained my Thrill Pair muses... but ashamed I am not. Wrote this to counter all the FujiRyo angst exwaiz’s been churning out. Shameless Thrill Pair fluff and written from Karupin’s point of view, which, despite its deceiving simplicity, is a bitch to write in.
(NOT meitachi's OT3 though. NOT.)
A Different Perspective
by kasugai gummie
He was aware of his intelligence, knew that he was different from his compatriots in more ways than one. And though he could never say it, he was sure that the youth with eyes so similar to his mother’s, whose lap he always sought out on lazy Sunday afternoons, had something to do with his heightened awareness.
They were outside now, under the shadowed coolness of a Japanese maple, basking in the dappled shade and sunlit spots.
Karupin twitched his tail as the Boy stirred awake.
He meowed questioningly as he reached out with a soft paw and patted the other’s smooth, hairless face twice. Lately he’d been sensing something that disturbed his feline senses. He could smell it, feel the chemicals brush against the ultra sensitive filaments of his whiskers...
“Nngh... Karupin?”
Twitching his ears to the sound of his Boy’s voice, Karupin stiffened for only a fraction of a second before sliding under those clever, slender appendages that humans were so blessed with. But even under the pleasant ministrations, the sharp awareness didn’t stop its analyzing.
Little things, big things, and sometime nothings marked the passage of time for him. The brightening and darkening of the sky were of little consequence; the curious but familiar presence of the Boy’s sire even less so. But the Boy himself was his world, and the changes in the Boy marked Karupin’s time.
He entwined himself around the other’s bare legs, and inhaled the subtle differences in his Boy again to confirm his suspicions.
The scent was faint, but clung to the skinny frame steadily. It was unique, a little vexing in its difference from the expected, and it complicated the security of Karupin’s world quite a bit.
“Mreow~...”
Someone was interested in his Boy.
-----
The sharp, sweet, and somewhat spicy scent had grown stronger as of late, overlapping, interlacing with the Boy’s own special tang of citrus. There’d been less of the other smells that clung to the Boy too, natural signatures that Karupin once associated with those he’d met when he was younger and had followed his Boy in search of his wayward catnip plaything. It was as if they’d been quietly but methodically replaced by the more dominant fragrance of the unknown person’s spice.
Primal intuition assured Karupin that one day he would be able to examine the owner of the overwhelming scent and determine for himself whether or not the intruder was acceptable into his world.
“Ka-Karupin?? What are you-? Stop smelling me already!”
He gazed at his Boy reproachfully after being shooed away.
There was no way he’d allow someone disruptive to stay for long.
-----
Someone had been brought back today. Someone who smelled like dried flowers and oriental spice, touched by an underlying hint of maleness.
He found that Someone sitting on his Boy’s bed, cross legged and thoughtful and alone.
Blue eyes slid open to regard blue eyes.
“Hello, Karupin.”
Karupin hung back cautiously, all senses on the alert. There was something Not Normal about this person, something decidedly razor-sharp and coldly aware.
This one was dangerous.
They stared at each other some more-one wary while the other was... inexplicably amused.
Low chuckle. “Saa. You’re very perceptive, aren’t you?”
His tail twitched at the soft, foreign voice and he watched as a pair of fair skinned hands patted the crossed legs invitingly.
Slowly he padded across the floor and onto the comforter. A pair of deceptively slender hands, ones so similar to his Boy’s, reached out and deposited him onto the crossed legs before he could even protest. However, once those fingers started combing through his fur, all opposition fled.
He purred.
“There. Now that we’ve met, I suppose I should follow certain customs.” Blue eyes glinted with amusement. “Do I have your permission to date Ryoma?”
Karupin buried himself further into the cozy nest of the Other Boy’s lap. He inhaled the other’s scent one more time before relaxing completely.
He was acceptable.
Soft footsteps approached the door that had been left ajar. “Have you seen Karupin? Syuu-”
Karupin opened an eye to favor his Boy with an expectant look.
“Aa. I see he’s already found you.”
“Like master, like pet, ne Ryoma?”
A soft snort came from the doorway. “What do you mean by that exactly?”
The fingers never ceased their steady motions as the Other Boy laughed.
“This fascination with my lap.”
His Boy shrugged dismissively before crossing the room and picking him up. He yowled in protest of being removed from his newly discovered comfort but was ignored. “Your lap is very comfortable. And Karupin has very good taste.”
“Is that a compliment?”
Seconds later Karupin found himself cradled against his Boy, who was sprawled across the lap he had occupied only moments earlier.
“You could say that.”
Fin
Completed: 03/06/05
Anyway, as for the post's real content: It’s been a while since I last entertained my Thrill Pair muses... but ashamed I am not. Wrote this to counter all the FujiRyo angst exwaiz’s been churning out. Shameless Thrill Pair fluff and written from Karupin’s point of view, which, despite its deceiving simplicity, is a bitch to write in.
(NOT meitachi's OT3 though. NOT.)
A Different Perspective
by kasugai gummie
He was aware of his intelligence, knew that he was different from his compatriots in more ways than one. And though he could never say it, he was sure that the youth with eyes so similar to his mother’s, whose lap he always sought out on lazy Sunday afternoons, had something to do with his heightened awareness.
They were outside now, under the shadowed coolness of a Japanese maple, basking in the dappled shade and sunlit spots.
Karupin twitched his tail as the Boy stirred awake.
He meowed questioningly as he reached out with a soft paw and patted the other’s smooth, hairless face twice. Lately he’d been sensing something that disturbed his feline senses. He could smell it, feel the chemicals brush against the ultra sensitive filaments of his whiskers...
“Nngh... Karupin?”
Twitching his ears to the sound of his Boy’s voice, Karupin stiffened for only a fraction of a second before sliding under those clever, slender appendages that humans were so blessed with. But even under the pleasant ministrations, the sharp awareness didn’t stop its analyzing.
Little things, big things, and sometime nothings marked the passage of time for him. The brightening and darkening of the sky were of little consequence; the curious but familiar presence of the Boy’s sire even less so. But the Boy himself was his world, and the changes in the Boy marked Karupin’s time.
He entwined himself around the other’s bare legs, and inhaled the subtle differences in his Boy again to confirm his suspicions.
The scent was faint, but clung to the skinny frame steadily. It was unique, a little vexing in its difference from the expected, and it complicated the security of Karupin’s world quite a bit.
“Mreow~...”
Someone was interested in his Boy.
-----
The sharp, sweet, and somewhat spicy scent had grown stronger as of late, overlapping, interlacing with the Boy’s own special tang of citrus. There’d been less of the other smells that clung to the Boy too, natural signatures that Karupin once associated with those he’d met when he was younger and had followed his Boy in search of his wayward catnip plaything. It was as if they’d been quietly but methodically replaced by the more dominant fragrance of the unknown person’s spice.
Primal intuition assured Karupin that one day he would be able to examine the owner of the overwhelming scent and determine for himself whether or not the intruder was acceptable into his world.
“Ka-Karupin?? What are you-? Stop smelling me already!”
He gazed at his Boy reproachfully after being shooed away.
There was no way he’d allow someone disruptive to stay for long.
-----
Someone had been brought back today. Someone who smelled like dried flowers and oriental spice, touched by an underlying hint of maleness.
He found that Someone sitting on his Boy’s bed, cross legged and thoughtful and alone.
Blue eyes slid open to regard blue eyes.
“Hello, Karupin.”
Karupin hung back cautiously, all senses on the alert. There was something Not Normal about this person, something decidedly razor-sharp and coldly aware.
This one was dangerous.
They stared at each other some more-one wary while the other was... inexplicably amused.
Low chuckle. “Saa. You’re very perceptive, aren’t you?”
His tail twitched at the soft, foreign voice and he watched as a pair of fair skinned hands patted the crossed legs invitingly.
Slowly he padded across the floor and onto the comforter. A pair of deceptively slender hands, ones so similar to his Boy’s, reached out and deposited him onto the crossed legs before he could even protest. However, once those fingers started combing through his fur, all opposition fled.
He purred.
“There. Now that we’ve met, I suppose I should follow certain customs.” Blue eyes glinted with amusement. “Do I have your permission to date Ryoma?”
Karupin buried himself further into the cozy nest of the Other Boy’s lap. He inhaled the other’s scent one more time before relaxing completely.
He was acceptable.
Soft footsteps approached the door that had been left ajar. “Have you seen Karupin? Syuu-”
Karupin opened an eye to favor his Boy with an expectant look.
“Aa. I see he’s already found you.”
“Like master, like pet, ne Ryoma?”
A soft snort came from the doorway. “What do you mean by that exactly?”
The fingers never ceased their steady motions as the Other Boy laughed.
“This fascination with my lap.”
His Boy shrugged dismissively before crossing the room and picking him up. He yowled in protest of being removed from his newly discovered comfort but was ignored. “Your lap is very comfortable. And Karupin has very good taste.”
“Is that a compliment?”
Seconds later Karupin found himself cradled against his Boy, who was sprawled across the lap he had occupied only moments earlier.
“You could say that.”
Fin
Completed: 03/06/05