#003 :: 8059 :: "Stopwatch"
Title :: Stopwatch
Challenge :: #003, “Out of reach”
Characters/Pairing :: Yamamoto, Gokudera; 8059 implied
Rating :: PG
Warnings :: Set during the current arc, so knowledge of it would be useful.
Wordcount :: 200
Summary :: It really suits him, that cat.
Notes :: Also archived here at my fic journal. Comments there would be appreciated, if it's not too much trouble! ♥
Sometimes, the vacant grin wasn’t due to a simple lack of comprehension or thought.
Sometimes, the only lack was one of surprise.
“It really suits him, that cat,” Yamamoto commented cheerfully to Reborn, hands moving around the hilt of his sword. “But don’t tell him I said that, or he’ll refuse to use the poor thing again and it’ll attack him, and then they’ll both end up useless.”
And then he said nothing more, sliding easily into position for training. If he had noticed, he assumed, then certainly Reborn had as well; and they just as certainly did not have the time to waste.
But a sole accelerated heartbeat was spared to wonder.
They both scratch and scratch to keep everyone away - but blood bonds, and that cat could be another stray just looking for a family too.
Yamamoto’s arms raised as did the corners of his mouth, grin quirking into something just this edge of predatory; and cheeks flushed slightly with adrenaline or anticipation or something else entirely.
And maybe that’ll keep him from noticing me watching until it’s too late.
(Sometimes, all that scratching does nothing but create an opening someone can use to slip inside, after all.)
Challenge :: #003, “Out of reach”
Characters/Pairing :: Yamamoto, Gokudera; 8059 implied
Rating :: PG
Warnings :: Set during the current arc, so knowledge of it would be useful.
Wordcount :: 200
Summary :: It really suits him, that cat.
Notes :: Also archived here at my fic journal. Comments there would be appreciated, if it's not too much trouble! ♥
Sometimes, the vacant grin wasn’t due to a simple lack of comprehension or thought.
Sometimes, the only lack was one of surprise.
“It really suits him, that cat,” Yamamoto commented cheerfully to Reborn, hands moving around the hilt of his sword. “But don’t tell him I said that, or he’ll refuse to use the poor thing again and it’ll attack him, and then they’ll both end up useless.”
And then he said nothing more, sliding easily into position for training. If he had noticed, he assumed, then certainly Reborn had as well; and they just as certainly did not have the time to waste.
But a sole accelerated heartbeat was spared to wonder.
They both scratch and scratch to keep everyone away - but blood bonds, and that cat could be another stray just looking for a family too.
Yamamoto’s arms raised as did the corners of his mouth, grin quirking into something just this edge of predatory; and cheeks flushed slightly with adrenaline or anticipation or something else entirely.
And maybe that’ll keep him from noticing me watching until it’s too late.
(Sometimes, all that scratching does nothing but create an opening someone can use to slip inside, after all.)