---interlude; sanayuki bondage
Sanada glanced over at Yukimura, where he was standing in front of a selection of ties, ranging from solid colors to subtle stripes, and wondered what the other boy was thinking, staring so intently at the collection in front of him. Sanada had long ago accepted the fact that Yukimura was prone to musing that he, Sanada, would never be able to understand.
He just didn't understand what was so appealing about studying a wall full of ties.
"Sanada," Yukimura said, and that jerked Sanada out of his own reverie; he hadn't realized he was staring at Yukimura. "They're interesting, aren't they?"
"What are?" Sanada asked, blinking in confusion. He hoped Yukimura wasn't talking about the ties, because there really was nothing interesting about the scraps of cloth they had to wear day in and day out. They were just choking hazards.
"The ties." Yukimura looked at him and smiled. "The concept of tying."
"The ties?" Sanada repeated; he looked from Yukimura to the ties; closed his eyes and tried to look at them again - perhaps Yukimura had seen something else he wasn't seeing on the wall of ties.
Nope, there was still nothing.
Sanada frowned, and reached up to cover one eye to look at the wall, then the other; maybe it was like those pictures where another image was supposed to jump out at you as you stared.
But still; Yukimura must have been seeing something Sanada wasn't.
Next to him, Yukimura laughed. "Don't try so hard and you'll see it."
Sanada dropped his hands and scowled. "That's what everyone tells me when I'm staring at those stupid pictures."
"This is kind of like those pictures-"
"There's no set image on the ties, though." Sanada frowned and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I don't see what's so interesting about them."
"Not these ties. Not even ties in general. But what they symbolize."
"A choke hold on the idiots who have to wear them?" Sanada asked, reaching up to adjust his own tie. Since he was still in uniform, identifiable as a Rikkaidai student, he didn't pull it off like he wanted to, or even loosen it that much; just enough that it didn't quite feel like it was strangling him.
Yukimura sighed, but Sanada could still see the glimmer in his eyes, that suggested the other teenager had an idea and wasn't about to let it go. Sanada briefly wondered if he should turn and run. It would be the smart thing to do, because life was usually turned upside down and backwards when Yukimura had an idea.
"Sanada," Yukimura said, and reached out to pick up a tie, rubbing the heavyweight silk between his fingers. Sanada knew then that he should have listened to his mind and ran while he had the chance; it was too late now. "Sanada," he repeated, and turned to look at Sanada, turning the full force of his smile on his friend. "I want you to tie me up."
Sanada could refuse Yukimura very few things, and that smile was one of the things he definitely couldn't refuse. But even with that smile turned on him, Yukimura's words made him draw back, staring incredusouly. Yukimura had just asked something - even thinking about it made Sanada's eyes widen in something akin to horror.
"You want me to do what?" he asked, his voice dropping lower in tone than normal, because doing what he wanted - shouting - would hardly be acceptable in a store.
"I want you to tie me up," Yukimura repeated, and he glanced back at the ties; probably hiding his amusement at his reaction, Sanada thought, almost bitterly, which shocked him in and of itself; he wasn't one to be bitter towards anything Yukimura wanted. "I was reading up on something last night and it sparked my curiosity."
"And now you want to be tied up."
"I want you to tie me up."
"Why me?" Sanada began, but someone walked past them, stepping around them to grab a tie from the racks and Sanada glanced away, staring at the floor and trying to keep back his racing thoughts. Yukimura smiled at the man, waiting until he and Sanada had privacy once again before speaking.
"This isn't the place to hold this discussion."
"There's nothing to dicuss," Sanada said, raising his eyes from the floor to glare at Yukimura.
"You need to think it over," Yukimura said, reaching out to pat his arm. "But if you're that insistent about not doing it, I won't force you to."
His tone of voice and his expression was disappointed, enough that Sanada had to glance away. "I'm not going to do it," he insisted. Something like that, tying up another person, was just... wrong. And for all of his temper, the excess anger he had, even the slappings he had doled out regularly to his teammates, Sanada was above that. Who knew what it would lead to. For all Sanada knew, Yukimura would next be asking Sanada to beat him senseless, just to get his rocks off.
That thought was even more disturbing and the frown on his face only deepened. Next to him, he heard Yukimura sigh.
"I'm not going to beat you up," he told Yukimura, turning to face his friend. "None of this. It's-"
"It's called experimenting, and this is hardly the place to dicuss such things," Yukimura told him. "We'll talk about it later, when you've calmed down."
Sanada simply glared at Yukimura, wishing, for once, their positions were reversed and he could be ordering Yukimura to laps at this moment in time. But he didn't resist when Yukimura took his arm again, guiding him away from the ties, and out of the department store.
"What makes you think I'll want you to beat me up?" Yukimura asked, as they stepped out of the building and into the dull winter sunlight. From the corner of his eyes, Sanada could see the curve of his lips that hinted at a repressed smile, the crinkle in the corner of his eye.
"You want me to tie you up now," Sanada muttered. "What's next?"