FICLET: Canon in D (Impasse/Against All Odds!Verse)
Konbanwa, minnasan! I hope everyone out there in Cyberland is doing well! It was a strange day at work. Needless to say, I'm glad to be home. I was just getting ready for bed when this little "ficlet" came to my brain. In a way, it feels almost "unfinished," but I just had to get it out. (Or it wouldn't let me sleep! XD)
So, I hope everyone enjoys this little ficlet. It's not going to be posted anywhere but here, but for my "Impasse/Against All Odds!Verse" fans, it'll make sense. Ja ne for now! =~.^=V
"Canon in D" (An "Impasse/Against All Odds" Ficlet)
By: Miracle Shining
PAIRING: Past Yoochun/Yamapi, mentioned YooMin and GYM
GENRE: Drama
RATING: G
LEGAL JUNK: Don't own, just borrowing for a bit.
SUMMARY: Yoochun and Yamapi have a moment of peace.
AUTHORS NOTE: Set in pre-Impasse, I've had a few people fascinated with the Yoochun and Yamapi relationship. Recently, I have started to sift through ideas about their very rocky past relationship. This is one of the "good" moments. Focuses on Yamapi's Character Profile "peculiar fact" about his love of classical music.
*****
The distinctive sound of strings echoed through the otherwise empty room. The very smooth underlying bass of the cello accented the lilting highlights of sweet violins. The woodwinds played softly and gently against all the delicate notes.
A young man with shortish, shaggy hair sat in a sunstreaked window. His bangs fell a little rakish over the top of his eyebrow and tumbled over one of his eyes. He was clad in a tight fitting white tanktop and a pair of loose training pants. His hands and feet were bound in white tape. A wooden kendo sword laid reverently next to the windowsill. The young man closed his eyes as he drew in a slow breath in the same beated measure as the music rose and fell.
A trainer leaned against the door frame leading into the room. He watched the other silently. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of gray training pants. His own hands were wrapped in tape, the white part scuffed from recent use. He had a towel slung around his neck. The fabric was trapping small droplets of sweat that were still cascading down his forehead. His eyes fell to the CD player sitting at the base of the window. The distinctive music floated out from the device.
"That's nice." the trainer finally said.
The youth opened his eyes slowly and turned his attention to the other. A slight half smile flitted over his otherwise banal looking face.
"Hey." he said quietly.
"Hey." the man responded.
"Are you just going to stand there?" the kendo fighter questioned, his words heavily accented.
The trainer looked around the empty room awkwardly. He shifted a little back and forth on his feet. The song switched on the CD player. A very familiar melody echoed from the speakers.
"I know this." the trainer spoke softly.
They fell quiet again as the music took over. The silence between them was awkward but not unwelcome. After a couple more minutes, the trainer finally spoke.
"Changmin said you're doing really well with the training recently, Yamapi."
"He's good, Yoochun. I still don't trust him." the other replied.
"You don't trust me either."
"There are other reasons for that and you know it." the Japanese man said softly.
"Are we going to start this again?"
"I'm not the one lingering in the door looking like a rabbit about to bolt."
Yoochun's lips curved downwards into a frown. He took a couple steps into the room. Yamapi turned his attention back to the window. His face was haloed by the golden light shimmering through the glass. He looked serene. His finger tapped idly on the wood as he hummed the distinctive melody.
The Korean man walked a little farther into the room. Yamapi's quarters were shared with Yoochun's two trainees, the Muy Thai boxers, Golf and Mike. There was a corner dedicated to Golf and Mike's religion. Yamapi's corner of the room contained his basic necessities and a map of Japan. The trainer wondered briefly why the kendo expert chose to stay. He was far better than most in the underground rings and could probably go legit quite easily. Then again, he was never quite sure how they both ended up working for Xiah Junsu without knowing it.
"How are my boys?" Yamapi suddenly questioned.
"They're taking a break. I told them to get something to drink. Then it's meditation."
"And how's the Chinaman?"
"He's going to break your neck if you keep picking fights with him, Tomo." Yoochun stressed, using Yamapi's shortened first name. "He's not one to get angry."
"I can't help it if he riles easy. The guy needs to chill out."
"You haven't been through what he has."
"Doesn't mean he has to be a jerk about everything."
"You're one to talk."
"Did you stick your head in to fight with me, Chunnie? Because I thought we called it quits so we didn't do that any more."
Yoochun bit back his response. Yamapi was correct. The older youth had only been sitting in his own quarters listening to classical music. It was Yoochun that had initiated any conversation. He opted to change the subject.
"That CD you're listening to right now. It's Pachabel's most famous pieces, isn't it?"
Yamapi gave a quick nod.
"I'm surprised you even remember how much I loved 'Canon in D'."
"I just remembered it had a 'D' in it was all."
The familiar strains filled the room as both men turned their mutual attention to the window. The warmth of the spring day seemed to accent the sweet sounds whispering around the duo. Yoochun looked at Yamapi. He took a couple more steps and reached out his hand. He paused half way and then felt another hand touch his. He blinked as Yamapi's palm covered his knuckles. His own palm rested flatly on the Japanese man's shoulder.
The two remained in that position, Yoochun's hand resting on Yamapi's shoulder. Yamapi's hand covering Yoochun's. The final notes of the song lifted from the CD player and vanished as the music came to an end.
Yamapi turned his attention upward to see the Korean man gazing down at him. For the briefest moment, the taller actually smiled at Yoochun.
"It's a shame, isn't it? That we could jusgt never get it right."
Yoochun nodded mutely. The feelings that he always had willed away rose to the surface. It wasn't that he didn't care about Changmin. He just had never been able to let the wild natured, fight inducing Japanese man go.
"Yoochun? Yoochun?" a light voice interrupted the moment.
The trainer turned his attention to the door. He saw Changmin stick his head in and wave.
"Hey, I'm in luck! I was looking for Yamapi too. What were you two doing?"
"I was just discussing the finer points of classical music with Chun here." Yamapi replied smoothly.
The man stood. Yoochun watched in a disconnected manner as his hand seemed to leave the other man's shoulder and fall to his side. He looked up to see Changmin holding Yamapi's arm.
"Grab your sword and lets head to practice, okay? And try not to pick a fight with Hankyung again. He's going to snap you in two one of these days."
"You too? You and Yoochun sound like a broken record. Fine, I'll have to just amuse myself with my boys for now." Yamapi said airly.
Changmin walked over to his older companion.
"Are you feeling okay, Yoochun?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, just trying to remember if I forget anything."
"You did." Yamapi replied.
The slender fighter walked over and popped open the player and withdrew the CD. He handed the glittering object to Yoochun.
"After all, we've still got 'Canon in D'."
Changmin raised an eyebrow slightly and then let out a chuckle. He patted his kendo master on the back.
"Catch up when you're ready, Chunnie! Golf and Mike would like you to join them in meditation."
Yoochun nodded as the two other men wandered out the door. He could hear their footsteps disappear down the hallway. The door at the end of the corridor opened and closed. He looked at the CD laying in his palm. Yoochun closed his eyes for a moment and could hear the restraints of Pachabel's masterpiece in his mind. The mental sounds were accented by that one moment of Yamapi and he gazing out of the window.
"You're right, Tomo. No matter what, we will always have 'Canon in D'."
END.
So, I hope everyone enjoys this little ficlet. It's not going to be posted anywhere but here, but for my "Impasse/Against All Odds!Verse" fans, it'll make sense. Ja ne for now! =~.^=V
"Canon in D" (An "Impasse/Against All Odds" Ficlet)
By: Miracle Shining
PAIRING: Past Yoochun/Yamapi, mentioned YooMin and GYM
GENRE: Drama
RATING: G
LEGAL JUNK: Don't own, just borrowing for a bit.
SUMMARY: Yoochun and Yamapi have a moment of peace.
AUTHORS NOTE: Set in pre-Impasse, I've had a few people fascinated with the Yoochun and Yamapi relationship. Recently, I have started to sift through ideas about their very rocky past relationship. This is one of the "good" moments. Focuses on Yamapi's Character Profile "peculiar fact" about his love of classical music.
*****
The distinctive sound of strings echoed through the otherwise empty room. The very smooth underlying bass of the cello accented the lilting highlights of sweet violins. The woodwinds played softly and gently against all the delicate notes.
A young man with shortish, shaggy hair sat in a sunstreaked window. His bangs fell a little rakish over the top of his eyebrow and tumbled over one of his eyes. He was clad in a tight fitting white tanktop and a pair of loose training pants. His hands and feet were bound in white tape. A wooden kendo sword laid reverently next to the windowsill. The young man closed his eyes as he drew in a slow breath in the same beated measure as the music rose and fell.
A trainer leaned against the door frame leading into the room. He watched the other silently. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of gray training pants. His own hands were wrapped in tape, the white part scuffed from recent use. He had a towel slung around his neck. The fabric was trapping small droplets of sweat that were still cascading down his forehead. His eyes fell to the CD player sitting at the base of the window. The distinctive music floated out from the device.
"That's nice." the trainer finally said.
The youth opened his eyes slowly and turned his attention to the other. A slight half smile flitted over his otherwise banal looking face.
"Hey." he said quietly.
"Hey." the man responded.
"Are you just going to stand there?" the kendo fighter questioned, his words heavily accented.
The trainer looked around the empty room awkwardly. He shifted a little back and forth on his feet. The song switched on the CD player. A very familiar melody echoed from the speakers.
"I know this." the trainer spoke softly.
They fell quiet again as the music took over. The silence between them was awkward but not unwelcome. After a couple more minutes, the trainer finally spoke.
"Changmin said you're doing really well with the training recently, Yamapi."
"He's good, Yoochun. I still don't trust him." the other replied.
"You don't trust me either."
"There are other reasons for that and you know it." the Japanese man said softly.
"Are we going to start this again?"
"I'm not the one lingering in the door looking like a rabbit about to bolt."
Yoochun's lips curved downwards into a frown. He took a couple steps into the room. Yamapi turned his attention back to the window. His face was haloed by the golden light shimmering through the glass. He looked serene. His finger tapped idly on the wood as he hummed the distinctive melody.
The Korean man walked a little farther into the room. Yamapi's quarters were shared with Yoochun's two trainees, the Muy Thai boxers, Golf and Mike. There was a corner dedicated to Golf and Mike's religion. Yamapi's corner of the room contained his basic necessities and a map of Japan. The trainer wondered briefly why the kendo expert chose to stay. He was far better than most in the underground rings and could probably go legit quite easily. Then again, he was never quite sure how they both ended up working for Xiah Junsu without knowing it.
"How are my boys?" Yamapi suddenly questioned.
"They're taking a break. I told them to get something to drink. Then it's meditation."
"And how's the Chinaman?"
"He's going to break your neck if you keep picking fights with him, Tomo." Yoochun stressed, using Yamapi's shortened first name. "He's not one to get angry."
"I can't help it if he riles easy. The guy needs to chill out."
"You haven't been through what he has."
"Doesn't mean he has to be a jerk about everything."
"You're one to talk."
"Did you stick your head in to fight with me, Chunnie? Because I thought we called it quits so we didn't do that any more."
Yoochun bit back his response. Yamapi was correct. The older youth had only been sitting in his own quarters listening to classical music. It was Yoochun that had initiated any conversation. He opted to change the subject.
"That CD you're listening to right now. It's Pachabel's most famous pieces, isn't it?"
Yamapi gave a quick nod.
"I'm surprised you even remember how much I loved 'Canon in D'."
"I just remembered it had a 'D' in it was all."
The familiar strains filled the room as both men turned their mutual attention to the window. The warmth of the spring day seemed to accent the sweet sounds whispering around the duo. Yoochun looked at Yamapi. He took a couple more steps and reached out his hand. He paused half way and then felt another hand touch his. He blinked as Yamapi's palm covered his knuckles. His own palm rested flatly on the Japanese man's shoulder.
The two remained in that position, Yoochun's hand resting on Yamapi's shoulder. Yamapi's hand covering Yoochun's. The final notes of the song lifted from the CD player and vanished as the music came to an end.
Yamapi turned his attention upward to see the Korean man gazing down at him. For the briefest moment, the taller actually smiled at Yoochun.
"It's a shame, isn't it? That we could jusgt never get it right."
Yoochun nodded mutely. The feelings that he always had willed away rose to the surface. It wasn't that he didn't care about Changmin. He just had never been able to let the wild natured, fight inducing Japanese man go.
"Yoochun? Yoochun?" a light voice interrupted the moment.
The trainer turned his attention to the door. He saw Changmin stick his head in and wave.
"Hey, I'm in luck! I was looking for Yamapi too. What were you two doing?"
"I was just discussing the finer points of classical music with Chun here." Yamapi replied smoothly.
The man stood. Yoochun watched in a disconnected manner as his hand seemed to leave the other man's shoulder and fall to his side. He looked up to see Changmin holding Yamapi's arm.
"Grab your sword and lets head to practice, okay? And try not to pick a fight with Hankyung again. He's going to snap you in two one of these days."
"You too? You and Yoochun sound like a broken record. Fine, I'll have to just amuse myself with my boys for now." Yamapi said airly.
Changmin walked over to his older companion.
"Are you feeling okay, Yoochun?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, just trying to remember if I forget anything."
"You did." Yamapi replied.
The slender fighter walked over and popped open the player and withdrew the CD. He handed the glittering object to Yoochun.
"After all, we've still got 'Canon in D'."
Changmin raised an eyebrow slightly and then let out a chuckle. He patted his kendo master on the back.
"Catch up when you're ready, Chunnie! Golf and Mike would like you to join them in meditation."
Yoochun nodded as the two other men wandered out the door. He could hear their footsteps disappear down the hallway. The door at the end of the corridor opened and closed. He looked at the CD laying in his palm. Yoochun closed his eyes for a moment and could hear the restraints of Pachabel's masterpiece in his mind. The mental sounds were accented by that one moment of Yamapi and he gazing out of the window.
"You're right, Tomo. No matter what, we will always have 'Canon in D'."
END.