[LOG] Kevin & Yanagi
Who: Kevin Smith beyond_royalty & Yanagi Renji ever_yanagi
Rating: PG-13 for Kevin's potty mouth.
When: Day before yesterday.
Where: On a beach near the ship.
Summary: Kevin is discovered and saved~
Notes: Somebody lend him clothes. :P Kevin also requires a tag~
Yanagi strolled along the beach, occasionally bending to observe a particularly interesting piece of seaweed or other shore life. He was taking a break from his duties in the communications room, figuring that some fresh air would be beneficial to his thought processes.
A shiny metal piece of debris caught his eye, and he picked it up. There were bigger chunks of the same material nearby, and Yanagi headed over to investigate. Aluminum, the kind used in building planes. And there were a few ripped, stained cushions and blankets (salvageable?), and a large ball of seaweed with something yellow poking out one end and a shoe poking out the other.... on second thought, Yanagi decided it looked like a seaweed-covered person. Now to find out if it was alive.
Trapped between a state of half consciousness and... unconsciousness, or something, Kevin vaguely realized two things.
One, parts of his body felt crusted (and as a result, itchy) and what didn't feel crusted... felt slimy. Weird.
Two, there was a faint, cool feeling of water around his legs. Very weird.
Shit... did I fall asleep at the pool again? He thought dazedly. Yet even as the possibility entered his mind, something protested in the back of his head. There was just a sort of wrongness he felt at the thought, because, strangely, he felt like complete shit. Like he'd just gone a hundred laps around the track at school and collapsed into the dirt. That kind of shit.
Jesus, what the hell...?
Yanagi picked up a handy stick and squatted down beside the ball of seaweed. He prodded it gingerly with the end of the stick, somewhat unwilling to touch what might be a corpse with his bare hands. "Excuse me, are you alive?" He lifted away some of the seaweed from the yellow end of the clump, revealing blond hair. A foreigner? Yanagi tried again in English, poking at what he assumed was the person's middle. "Hello?"
The prodding at his head was so not appreciated. With something that might have been a muffled curse, Kevin attempted to grab the offensive stick. Which would have probably faired better if his arm didn't suddenly decide to seize up and if he'd realized his throat was dry as fuck. The breathy whisper that had been vaguely Japanese sounding in dialect (a reflex to hearing Japanese) ended in a series of dry coughs. Which, really just made Kevin swear more. Not exactly a bright course.
"Ah." So it was alive. Satisfied, Yanagi put away the stick and started pulling away the clumps of seaweed, helping the person sit up. As the seaweed fell away from his face, Yanagi was somehow, not completely surprised at seeing a familiar face, again related to tennis. He searched his memory for the name. Small, blond, grumpy, played Echizen.... Ah.
"Kevin Smith?"
Kevin answered with a hoarse "Yeah-?" which started another fit of dry coughing. Fuck, how was it possible to be surrounded by water and be this bone dry? Salt, his brain told him. The salt had probably dehydrated him pretty badly and- goddammit, he didn't need to think about this right now. With the seaweed pulled away- seaweed?- Kevin began to sit up, pausing once to accommodate the aches that shot through his body before sitting up fulling, wincing and-
"Where the fu-!?"
Helpfully pounding Kevin on the back to encourage the regurgitation of any seawater, Yanagi replied, "This is a deserted island where several tennis players have been shipwrecked." He paused. "And no, I am not joking." He poked about in his messenger bag and retrieved the small bottle of water that he habitually carried around when he was out exploring. He unscrewed the cap and passed it to Kevin.
Funny, he'd just been about to ask that. Seizing the water bottle with a hasty nod of thanks and waving off the patting, Kevin finally took a gulp of the luke warm water, nearly inhaling it and choking some more. Finally, after draining three quarters of the bottle, Kevin managed to pull the bottle away enough to say: "What!?" while giving Yanagi an incredulous look. Seriously. Just. What!?
"It is true," Yanagi replied, pointing to their ship in the distance, washed up at an angle on the rocks. "We were invited on a cruise by Atobe Keigo--surely you remember him. Ah, yes, Echizen is here too. Echizen Ryoma."
"That was you guys?" Kevin gasped, slowly re-learning how to speak as he wiped salt crust and... seaweed off his face. Not cool.
"It was all over the news how a cruise ship got caught up in this storm, but they weren't releasing names." The blond informed Yanagi with mild amusement while shaking his head slowly. It figured, when these guys fucked up, they fucked up big. "Ryo huh?" A slow grin spread on his lips as he raised the bottle once more to drain the rest of it. "Didn't think he was the type for a luxury cruise." Once he finished, he looked at the bottle, then gave a bit of a sheepish grin. "Thanks."
"Indeed," Yanagi nodded. "And there was tennis, so of course he would come." He helped Kevin pick the more tangled bits of seaweed off. Perhaps some people attracted seaweed more than others. "Are you injured?" Kevin didn't appear to be, but it was better to be safe. "What happened?"
"That'd do it." Kevin muttered with a bit of a laugh as he rotated his shoulders, assessing stiffness. "Don't think so. Sore but... nothing broken." He mumbled as he ran his fingers deftly over his legs, pressing gingerly in a check for any abnormalities. "I was taking a flying lesson when we got caught in a freak storm." He muttered. "Last I remember was..." Kevin trailed off as he replayed the scene in his mind. The dark skies, thunder, hectic winds, his trainer calling frantic orders over the airlines, losing altitude...
"Must've blacked out... don't know how I didn't drown." He muttered, feeling uncomfortable at his near brush with death as he remembered the security of the chair straps.
"Very strange," Yanagi murmured. The island seemed to draw in tennis players and tennis players only, and a specific group of them, at that. He looked Kevin over critically. "Well, you seem fine, for the most part. Perhaps a little dehydrated. I assume you don't have anything with you, so you will have to borrow clothes, I imagine. Perhaps from Echizen or Tooyama."
"Yeah, sorry about this." He muttered as he took a deep breath and finally took a shot at standing. He got as far as supporting his body solely by his feet before he began to stumble. Evidently, his body was protesting movement this quickly. Quickly, he pinwheeled his arms, trying to keep balance before he ended up splatting face first into the ocean.
Yanagi caught Kevin before he could do himself damage, and set Kevin's arm across his shoulders to support him. Of course, their difference in height made this somewhat uncomfortable. "...Unfortunately, the others are mostly on the other end of this beach, the stretch facing the ship."
"That's a bad thing?" Kevin quipped a touch breathlessly, ignoring the hint of embarrassment that showed on his cheeks at having to be carted around like an invalid. Which, realistically, he currently was... but that was beside the point.
"It means that I will have to lug you there by myself," said Yanagi dryly. He was quiet for a moment then, frowning at the nagging feeling of having forgotten something in the excitement of discovering someone wrapped in seaweed. Ah. "My name is Yanagi Renji, by the way. My apologies for not having introduced myself earlier."
"Yana- oh, right. I'm Kevin Smi- wait, you already know that." Kevin cut himself off blushing a little more and coughing as if to conceal his blunder. ... not that it helped. "Nice to meet you, Renj." He finally greeted, recovering some semblance of composure.
It was then that he noticed he'd been speaking Japanese for almost the entire conversation. A language he had barely learned in time for the Goodwill matches and something he'd almost forgotten again out of disuse. Go figure.
"Thanks for this, I'll pay you back somehow." He added with a wry grin, a surefire promise. Kevin hated leaving debts unpaid.
Yanagi put Kevin's overly familiar term of address to his American upbringing, not that he really minded too much. "Yes, you can do menial labour for me until you drop," he agreed. "Your Japanese is passably good, by the way."
"Not quite what I was thinking of." Kevin replied with a chuckle, somewhat assuming Yanagi was joking. ... at least, he hoped Yanagi was joking. He wouldn't balk if the other was serious but... "Considering I haven't talked like this for almost 5 years... thanks though." He mumbled. "How long have you guys been stuck here?"
"You'll probably find that there's quite a lot to do just to live decently," Yanagi pointed out. "We've been here for ... a month or thereabouts, I believe. Rescue attempts have been...unsuccessful, even though they know our exact coordinates."
Thinking of the storm that had swallowed the tiny aircraft he'd been on, Kevin wasn't surprised. He also hadn't taken into account the fact that this was, in reality, a shipwreck. But... it couldn't be that bad, right? Just like camping. (He hoped.)
"Holy shit, a month already?"
"It's surprisingly easy to get used to things here," Yanagi said, reading Kevin's expression. "Unless you're allergic to insect bites, it's not so bad. If the rescue people can't reach us, perhaps we can persuade them to do air drops for important things."
"All the same, I'd rather be rescued." Kevin admitted with a laugh. The idea of being trapped on this island for a prolonged period of time just didn't appeal to him. Even if it did hold some of the strongest and most talented tennis players he'd ever- "Dammit." He muttered, suddenly realizing something.
"Yes?" Yanagi shifted Kevin's weight to a more comfortable position as they plodded down the beach. "What is it?"
With a completely put out face, Kevin replied "I don't have my tennis racket."
Rating: PG-13 for Kevin's potty mouth.
When: Day before yesterday.
Where: On a beach near the ship.
Summary: Kevin is discovered and saved~
Notes: Somebody lend him clothes. :P Kevin also requires a tag~
Yanagi strolled along the beach, occasionally bending to observe a particularly interesting piece of seaweed or other shore life. He was taking a break from his duties in the communications room, figuring that some fresh air would be beneficial to his thought processes.
A shiny metal piece of debris caught his eye, and he picked it up. There were bigger chunks of the same material nearby, and Yanagi headed over to investigate. Aluminum, the kind used in building planes. And there were a few ripped, stained cushions and blankets (salvageable?), and a large ball of seaweed with something yellow poking out one end and a shoe poking out the other.... on second thought, Yanagi decided it looked like a seaweed-covered person. Now to find out if it was alive.
Trapped between a state of half consciousness and... unconsciousness, or something, Kevin vaguely realized two things.
One, parts of his body felt crusted (and as a result, itchy) and what didn't feel crusted... felt slimy. Weird.
Two, there was a faint, cool feeling of water around his legs. Very weird.
Shit... did I fall asleep at the pool again? He thought dazedly. Yet even as the possibility entered his mind, something protested in the back of his head. There was just a sort of wrongness he felt at the thought, because, strangely, he felt like complete shit. Like he'd just gone a hundred laps around the track at school and collapsed into the dirt. That kind of shit.
Jesus, what the hell...?
Yanagi picked up a handy stick and squatted down beside the ball of seaweed. He prodded it gingerly with the end of the stick, somewhat unwilling to touch what might be a corpse with his bare hands. "Excuse me, are you alive?" He lifted away some of the seaweed from the yellow end of the clump, revealing blond hair. A foreigner? Yanagi tried again in English, poking at what he assumed was the person's middle. "Hello?"
The prodding at his head was so not appreciated. With something that might have been a muffled curse, Kevin attempted to grab the offensive stick. Which would have probably faired better if his arm didn't suddenly decide to seize up and if he'd realized his throat was dry as fuck. The breathy whisper that had been vaguely Japanese sounding in dialect (a reflex to hearing Japanese) ended in a series of dry coughs. Which, really just made Kevin swear more. Not exactly a bright course.
"Ah." So it was alive. Satisfied, Yanagi put away the stick and started pulling away the clumps of seaweed, helping the person sit up. As the seaweed fell away from his face, Yanagi was somehow, not completely surprised at seeing a familiar face, again related to tennis. He searched his memory for the name. Small, blond, grumpy, played Echizen.... Ah.
"Kevin Smith?"
Kevin answered with a hoarse "Yeah-?" which started another fit of dry coughing. Fuck, how was it possible to be surrounded by water and be this bone dry? Salt, his brain told him. The salt had probably dehydrated him pretty badly and- goddammit, he didn't need to think about this right now. With the seaweed pulled away- seaweed?- Kevin began to sit up, pausing once to accommodate the aches that shot through his body before sitting up fulling, wincing and-
"Where the fu-!?"
Helpfully pounding Kevin on the back to encourage the regurgitation of any seawater, Yanagi replied, "This is a deserted island where several tennis players have been shipwrecked." He paused. "And no, I am not joking." He poked about in his messenger bag and retrieved the small bottle of water that he habitually carried around when he was out exploring. He unscrewed the cap and passed it to Kevin.
Funny, he'd just been about to ask that. Seizing the water bottle with a hasty nod of thanks and waving off the patting, Kevin finally took a gulp of the luke warm water, nearly inhaling it and choking some more. Finally, after draining three quarters of the bottle, Kevin managed to pull the bottle away enough to say: "What!?" while giving Yanagi an incredulous look. Seriously. Just. What!?
"It is true," Yanagi replied, pointing to their ship in the distance, washed up at an angle on the rocks. "We were invited on a cruise by Atobe Keigo--surely you remember him. Ah, yes, Echizen is here too. Echizen Ryoma."
"That was you guys?" Kevin gasped, slowly re-learning how to speak as he wiped salt crust and... seaweed off his face. Not cool.
"It was all over the news how a cruise ship got caught up in this storm, but they weren't releasing names." The blond informed Yanagi with mild amusement while shaking his head slowly. It figured, when these guys fucked up, they fucked up big. "Ryo huh?" A slow grin spread on his lips as he raised the bottle once more to drain the rest of it. "Didn't think he was the type for a luxury cruise." Once he finished, he looked at the bottle, then gave a bit of a sheepish grin. "Thanks."
"Indeed," Yanagi nodded. "And there was tennis, so of course he would come." He helped Kevin pick the more tangled bits of seaweed off. Perhaps some people attracted seaweed more than others. "Are you injured?" Kevin didn't appear to be, but it was better to be safe. "What happened?"
"That'd do it." Kevin muttered with a bit of a laugh as he rotated his shoulders, assessing stiffness. "Don't think so. Sore but... nothing broken." He mumbled as he ran his fingers deftly over his legs, pressing gingerly in a check for any abnormalities. "I was taking a flying lesson when we got caught in a freak storm." He muttered. "Last I remember was..." Kevin trailed off as he replayed the scene in his mind. The dark skies, thunder, hectic winds, his trainer calling frantic orders over the airlines, losing altitude...
"Must've blacked out... don't know how I didn't drown." He muttered, feeling uncomfortable at his near brush with death as he remembered the security of the chair straps.
"Very strange," Yanagi murmured. The island seemed to draw in tennis players and tennis players only, and a specific group of them, at that. He looked Kevin over critically. "Well, you seem fine, for the most part. Perhaps a little dehydrated. I assume you don't have anything with you, so you will have to borrow clothes, I imagine. Perhaps from Echizen or Tooyama."
"Yeah, sorry about this." He muttered as he took a deep breath and finally took a shot at standing. He got as far as supporting his body solely by his feet before he began to stumble. Evidently, his body was protesting movement this quickly. Quickly, he pinwheeled his arms, trying to keep balance before he ended up splatting face first into the ocean.
Yanagi caught Kevin before he could do himself damage, and set Kevin's arm across his shoulders to support him. Of course, their difference in height made this somewhat uncomfortable. "...Unfortunately, the others are mostly on the other end of this beach, the stretch facing the ship."
"That's a bad thing?" Kevin quipped a touch breathlessly, ignoring the hint of embarrassment that showed on his cheeks at having to be carted around like an invalid. Which, realistically, he currently was... but that was beside the point.
"It means that I will have to lug you there by myself," said Yanagi dryly. He was quiet for a moment then, frowning at the nagging feeling of having forgotten something in the excitement of discovering someone wrapped in seaweed. Ah. "My name is Yanagi Renji, by the way. My apologies for not having introduced myself earlier."
"Yana- oh, right. I'm Kevin Smi- wait, you already know that." Kevin cut himself off blushing a little more and coughing as if to conceal his blunder. ... not that it helped. "Nice to meet you, Renj." He finally greeted, recovering some semblance of composure.
It was then that he noticed he'd been speaking Japanese for almost the entire conversation. A language he had barely learned in time for the Goodwill matches and something he'd almost forgotten again out of disuse. Go figure.
"Thanks for this, I'll pay you back somehow." He added with a wry grin, a surefire promise. Kevin hated leaving debts unpaid.
Yanagi put Kevin's overly familiar term of address to his American upbringing, not that he really minded too much. "Yes, you can do menial labour for me until you drop," he agreed. "Your Japanese is passably good, by the way."
"Not quite what I was thinking of." Kevin replied with a chuckle, somewhat assuming Yanagi was joking. ... at least, he hoped Yanagi was joking. He wouldn't balk if the other was serious but... "Considering I haven't talked like this for almost 5 years... thanks though." He mumbled. "How long have you guys been stuck here?"
"You'll probably find that there's quite a lot to do just to live decently," Yanagi pointed out. "We've been here for ... a month or thereabouts, I believe. Rescue attempts have been...unsuccessful, even though they know our exact coordinates."
Thinking of the storm that had swallowed the tiny aircraft he'd been on, Kevin wasn't surprised. He also hadn't taken into account the fact that this was, in reality, a shipwreck. But... it couldn't be that bad, right? Just like camping. (He hoped.)
"Holy shit, a month already?"
"It's surprisingly easy to get used to things here," Yanagi said, reading Kevin's expression. "Unless you're allergic to insect bites, it's not so bad. If the rescue people can't reach us, perhaps we can persuade them to do air drops for important things."
"All the same, I'd rather be rescued." Kevin admitted with a laugh. The idea of being trapped on this island for a prolonged period of time just didn't appeal to him. Even if it did hold some of the strongest and most talented tennis players he'd ever- "Dammit." He muttered, suddenly realizing something.
"Yes?" Yanagi shifted Kevin's weight to a more comfortable position as they plodded down the beach. "What is it?"
With a completely put out face, Kevin replied "I don't have my tennis racket."