the handphone chronicles.
pair: yaotome hikaru x yabu kouta
rating: pg - hard r
summary: various snippets of unfinished business I'd left in my handphone drafts.
wordcount: various (but all pretty short)
note: okay I lie, not all of these were written on my phone but the majority of them started out there. also, most of these represent ideas that never got finished, but am posting now because I won't get to after school starts again.
second note: MUSH. ALL OF IT.
The Sanctity of Lips.
Yabu isn't his first.
Hikaru hadn't even considered him then, when he gave his first kiss to a girl from the class next door, someone who seemed sweet and nice but ultimately not someone he could stay with, not for always.
He tells Yabu about it later, a "totally one-upped you there" joke they laugh about before dance practice.
"Damn," Yabu says, a smirk hanging off his lips. "You couldn't wait for me then, huh." It makes Hikaru pause, contemplate the meaning behind that statement, the what-ifs and the maybes, if only for one brief moment; before he snorts, "As if I'd want to, idiot." and Yabu laughs as if he hadn't been thinking about it either.
~
Unlike Common Perception.
not for young ones. inspired by talk of BL comics revolving around Johnny's boys.
It's when Hikaru has Yabu flat on his back and his knees up to his chest that he frowns a little, troubled.
"They don't portray you as the uke enough," he says, like it's a huge revelation. Yabu's a little too preoccupied with urging him to go deeper to reply immediately, albeit with an incoherent mmmyes at first, before he manages a strangled "I don't see why you still read those things -" and punctuates it with a soft gasp when Hikaru hits him right there.
Hikaru smirks, "It's good learning material." before he does a litle thing with his hips he picked up from one of the latest volumes that makes Yabu choke and fling his head back.
~
Gap.
otherwise known as the shameless AU where Hikaru is a rock guitarist and Yabu is the cultured cellist. also, Inoo is not entirely girl!
part i
“Hey, Inoo.”
“Mm?”
“How big can guitars get?”
There is a brief pause as Inoo gives Hikaru the squinty eyes - the trademark look for occasions when he suspected the younger boy of another god-awful joke. When Hikaru’s questioning gaze doesn’t waver, he sighs and figures that he could risk the chance, especially if it seemed like a genuine query.
“I don’t know, really. No longer than a meter I guess.” He waits for the punch line to strike, but nothing comes his way. “Why the weird question?”
“Nah, cause,” Hikaru scratches the back of his head thoughtfully. “Today I was on the train and there was this kid - okay this dude, I think he was our age - well he came on with this huge-ass guitar case. Probably almost my height, which is like holy shit huge, so I was trying to figure out what it was.”
Inoo’s eyebrows crease. “Almost as tall as you?”
Hikaru nods enthusiastically, a sign that he probably isn’t lying. “Hell yeah. I was thinking, damn, how the heck do you even play such a thing?”
There is another brief pause, as something or other clicks into place in Inoo’s head. “Hikaru, I think he was carrying a cello.”
“A what?”
“Cello.”
“It wasn’t jelly, Inoo. Don’t you listen to me?”
Inoo struggles for a moment to come to terms with Hikaru’s general intellectual capacity (which is to say, not very much on bad days) and vaguely wonders how he manages to keep sane. “It’s a musical instrument, Hikaru. Only it’s not a huge ass guitar, it’s a huge ass violin. You play it sitting down with a bow.”
part ii
“Does it get lonely?”
Yabu blinks. “Lonely?”
“Yeah well, violin people solo a lot, don’t they? You don’t play in a band with drummer or bass or keyboard. You’re just, y’know. Playing.”
Yabu smiles his vague smile and goes back to tracing circles in the couch cushions. After a long pause Hikaru thinks he might have asked a wrong question, he’s never sure because the other boy’s always all enigma wrapped up in mystery, and he might have just been an asshole without realizing it and prepares to tell him to forget it, it was a joke, can we get some booze now? but Yabu answers him, suddenly and quietly.
“I don’t know,” he murmurs, marking crosses on the upholstery. “Sometimes, maybe.”
There is another silence, weighing down again on the atmosphere. It gets under Hikaru’s skin, makes him feel oddly guilty and protective at the same time, and to get it to dissipate he reaches over and ruffles Yabu’s hair roughly, making the taller boy let out a rare and undignified squeak.
“This is why I need to teach you guitar,” he tells him solemnly, and when Yabu’s vague smile gets a little wider than usual he revels in his accomplishment, celebrates his victory by squishing Yabu’s cheeks.
to be continued (?)
rating: pg - hard r
summary: various snippets of unfinished business I'd left in my handphone drafts.
wordcount: various (but all pretty short)
note: okay I lie, not all of these were written on my phone but the majority of them started out there. also, most of these represent ideas that never got finished, but am posting now because I won't get to after school starts again.
second note: MUSH. ALL OF IT.
The Sanctity of Lips.
Yabu isn't his first.
Hikaru hadn't even considered him then, when he gave his first kiss to a girl from the class next door, someone who seemed sweet and nice but ultimately not someone he could stay with, not for always.
He tells Yabu about it later, a "totally one-upped you there" joke they laugh about before dance practice.
"Damn," Yabu says, a smirk hanging off his lips. "You couldn't wait for me then, huh." It makes Hikaru pause, contemplate the meaning behind that statement, the what-ifs and the maybes, if only for one brief moment; before he snorts, "As if I'd want to, idiot." and Yabu laughs as if he hadn't been thinking about it either.
~
Unlike Common Perception.
not for young ones. inspired by talk of BL comics revolving around Johnny's boys.
It's when Hikaru has Yabu flat on his back and his knees up to his chest that he frowns a little, troubled.
"They don't portray you as the uke enough," he says, like it's a huge revelation. Yabu's a little too preoccupied with urging him to go deeper to reply immediately, albeit with an incoherent mmmyes at first, before he manages a strangled "I don't see why you still read those things -" and punctuates it with a soft gasp when Hikaru hits him right there.
Hikaru smirks, "It's good learning material." before he does a litle thing with his hips he picked up from one of the latest volumes that makes Yabu choke and fling his head back.
~
Gap.
otherwise known as the shameless AU where Hikaru is a rock guitarist and Yabu is the cultured cellist. also, Inoo is not entirely girl!
part i
“Hey, Inoo.”
“Mm?”
“How big can guitars get?”
There is a brief pause as Inoo gives Hikaru the squinty eyes - the trademark look for occasions when he suspected the younger boy of another god-awful joke. When Hikaru’s questioning gaze doesn’t waver, he sighs and figures that he could risk the chance, especially if it seemed like a genuine query.
“I don’t know, really. No longer than a meter I guess.” He waits for the punch line to strike, but nothing comes his way. “Why the weird question?”
“Nah, cause,” Hikaru scratches the back of his head thoughtfully. “Today I was on the train and there was this kid - okay this dude, I think he was our age - well he came on with this huge-ass guitar case. Probably almost my height, which is like holy shit huge, so I was trying to figure out what it was.”
Inoo’s eyebrows crease. “Almost as tall as you?”
Hikaru nods enthusiastically, a sign that he probably isn’t lying. “Hell yeah. I was thinking, damn, how the heck do you even play such a thing?”
There is another brief pause, as something or other clicks into place in Inoo’s head. “Hikaru, I think he was carrying a cello.”
“A what?”
“Cello.”
“It wasn’t jelly, Inoo. Don’t you listen to me?”
Inoo struggles for a moment to come to terms with Hikaru’s general intellectual capacity (which is to say, not very much on bad days) and vaguely wonders how he manages to keep sane. “It’s a musical instrument, Hikaru. Only it’s not a huge ass guitar, it’s a huge ass violin. You play it sitting down with a bow.”
part ii
“Does it get lonely?”
Yabu blinks. “Lonely?”
“Yeah well, violin people solo a lot, don’t they? You don’t play in a band with drummer or bass or keyboard. You’re just, y’know. Playing.”
Yabu smiles his vague smile and goes back to tracing circles in the couch cushions. After a long pause Hikaru thinks he might have asked a wrong question, he’s never sure because the other boy’s always all enigma wrapped up in mystery, and he might have just been an asshole without realizing it and prepares to tell him to forget it, it was a joke, can we get some booze now? but Yabu answers him, suddenly and quietly.
“I don’t know,” he murmurs, marking crosses on the upholstery. “Sometimes, maybe.”
There is another silence, weighing down again on the atmosphere. It gets under Hikaru’s skin, makes him feel oddly guilty and protective at the same time, and to get it to dissipate he reaches over and ruffles Yabu’s hair roughly, making the taller boy let out a rare and undignified squeak.
“This is why I need to teach you guitar,” he tells him solemnly, and when Yabu’s vague smile gets a little wider than usual he revels in his accomplishment, celebrates his victory by squishing Yabu’s cheeks.
to be continued (?)