RP Log: Yanagi Renji & Kirihara Akaya
Rating: G
When: An evening sometime last week.
Where: Shelter #3
Summary: Kirihara can't sleep and pesters Yanagi
Kirihara was tossing and turning, he had been since they all had moved to the island. He rolled to his side and looked past Echizen and Tooyama, both comfortably asleep and then to Yanagi. Yanagi looked comfortable, and most likely did not sleep with a sword. The thought of almost being beheaded by Sanada sent a shiver up his spine as he kicked covers away and came to the edge of Yanagi’s bed. “Oi, Yanagi-Senpai?” He horsed, waiting for him to wake up. A few moments went by, and nothing, it seemed like the coast was clear.
Kirihara weaseled his way under the covers, making his movements slow so he wouldn’t spoil his chance at sleeping comfortably with one of his seniors. Green eyes flicked up when Yanagi moved a little, holding his breath until he settled down again. Being marooned kind of sucked, especially lately with lack of batteries and a care package of just underwear.
Yanagi was, of course, awake. Kirihara wasn’t very good at being quiet. Amused by Kirihara’s failed attempt at stealthiest, he pretended to be asleep until Kirihara had settled under the sheets.
“Yes Akaya?” he asked calmly but distinctly, once he felt that Kirihara had relaxed.
The sound of Renji's deep voice startled Akaya enough to make him just about jump out of his skin. "Senpai!" He choked out, heart thumping in his chest. "You're up?" Akaya was quick to state the obvious to his Senpai.
It was then that Kirihara realized that Yanagi was probably waiting for some kind of explanation of why he'd wormed his way into his bed when he had his own.
"...It's cold." It wasn't and Kirihara half wondered why he bothered trying to make up any excuse outside the truth, Yanagi would see through him anyway.
“You’ll wake the others,” Yanagi chided, slowly turning over so they were face to face. He stifled a yawn and studied Akaya’s expression. “And it isn’t that cold today. You cannot sleep?”
Kirihara frowned and shifted as Yanagi turned in the smaller sized bed. “Sort of.” That was the understatement of the century. Yeah, he couldn’t sleep. He liked being stuck on the island at first, it meant no school, no mom, no sister. He got to spend ample time with his Senpai but his Senpai also seemed to be spending ample time with one another.
Kirihara, simply, was lonely. (Or so he thought).
“Can I stay?” He sighed.
Yanagi decided that might be better than having Kirihara protest, then clamber noisily back to his own mattress, so he nodded. “Yes, stay,” he said. “What is on your mind, Akaya?” Yanagi had noted from the very start that Kirihara sought attention and acknowledgement from his seniors, particularly himself, Sanada and Yukimura. With various events happening, everyone had been busy with their own tasks, and Kirihara was most likely feeling a little left out of things.
What wasn’t was more like it.
Yanagi had nailed it on the head but Akaya admitting that was a little more difficult. “Can’t I just want your company?” He pouted a little, taking defense at Yanagi’s question. Yeah, he felt left out, yeah it irked him that Sanada and Yukimura went off and did who knows what. (Not that they hadn’t ever done that in the past, Kirihara was just being dramatic). The younger man shifted closer to Yanagi, taking over half his pillow and invading his space.
“Of course,” Yanagi said patiently. “Just close your eyes and sleep, then, if you don’t have anything to talk to me about.” With a knowing smile that could barely be seen in the dark, Yanagi closed his eyes, rolled on his back and pretended to go back to sleep. Normally, he would be willing to spend time slowly coaxing information out of Kirihara, but Yanagi was tired after a day’s work. Kirihara would have to learn how to talk about things himself.
Slowly, Kirihara moved all the more closer to Yanagi with a frown set tightly on his lips. There were a few moments of silent that fell between them, but Kirihara knew this time that Yanagi wasn’t asleep.
“Senpai.” He shoved blunt fingers into Yanagi’s side. “Buchou and Fukubuchou spend a lot of time together, don’t you think?” It was the start of his worries, or not worries...or he just didn’t know.
He guessed he didn’t care if they had hooked up for whatever, but what he did care about was that the more time they spent with one another, the less time they spent with him. That wasn’t okay.
Wriggling away from Kirihara’s fingers, Yanagi wondered how exactly to explain it. “When two people like each other very much, they will want to spend more time together,” he said at length. “It’s not something you can avoid.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Kirihara rolled his eyes before letting them flick up to Yanagi’s impassive face as he scooted closer, leaving a breath between them as he lowered his head onto Yanagi’s chest. Yanagi was comfortable and he smelled oddly like the breeze that would blow through Rikkai’s tennis courts on a hot day just when you needed it.
He smelled like home.
“Doesn’t make it any less gross.” He yawned, feeling sleep weigh heavy against every part of him. “Gives us more time to spend together...” He said stupidly, Yanagi better not fall in love or like or whatever.
“Yes, yes,” Yanagi agreed indulgently, petting Kirihara’s wild mess of curls. “We won’t leave you behind.” At least, not yet, not while they were still stuck here on the island.
Kirihara nodded, green eyes closing not at all realizing that Yanagi was just humoring him. Dark eyebrows knitted together as he tried not to think too much about Sanada and Yukimura without much success.
A few sleepless minutes went by before green snapped open again. “Yanagi-Senpai, you want to play a game?” He asked in the quiet of the shelter. Tennis would get his mind off of things, he hoped.
“Hmm?” Yanagi was about drifting off when Kirihara suggested tennis. “At this time of night? We don’t have lights out there, Akaya,” he said pragmatically. He sunk deeper into his pile of blankets, rather loathe to get out. He ruffled Kirihara’s hair affectionately and said in a softer tone, “Ah, so you are that bothered.” Perhaps they should get Kirihara a boyfriend.
Kirihara would later deny that his lower lip protruded out in a pout, but it had. “I’m not bothered!” A groan from one of the other boys in the shelter reminded him that they weren’t alone. “I’m not.” He hoarsed, settling back down against Yanagi whether he liked it or not. “And we’ll play in the morning then...” He tugged blankets tighter around himself and inadvertently against Yanagi as well.
“In the morning,” Yanagi promised, putting an arm over Kirihara to keep him still. Then after a pause, he said, “You seem to be getting along well with Hiyoshi-kun. Are you making friends?” Then again, Kirihara’s way of making friends was probably...unique. In a violent way.
“First thing.” They’d both probably end up sleeping in, but when they did wake up, or when Kirihara woke up, he’d be dragging his Senpai to the makeshift courts for a well overdue game. “And you’ve got to be kidding me. I hate that guy.” Kirihara rolled his eyes getting riled up again a slight flush on his cheeks. “I totally killed him in tennis.” He took the opportunity to brag.
“I hope you didn’t bloody him too much,” said Yanagi reprovingly, shaking his head. Kirihara might have to invest in a very good lawyer when he went pro, if he persisted in quite literally beating his opponents to a pulp. “You seem to get along, in your own way.” A boyish hate-hate sort of way, granted.
“Not too badly, I’m workin’ on controlling it. You know that.” He was thankful that either Yanagi didn’t see the glow on his cheeks or he had the decency not to mention it. With Yanagi you could never really be too sure. “He did get in the way of a couple of my serves.” Kirihara wanted to brag about how he’d bated Hiyoshi and then taken five games in a row mercilessly from Hyoutei’s current Buchou.
“He’s fun to rile up.” He swallowed wondering if that was all it was. Hiyoshi was interesting. For now, he’d leave it at that.
Oh? Yanagi raised an eyebrow at Kirihara’s reaction. This would be interesting to pursue, he thought, mentally book marking the tidbit for further follow-up. “Hmmm....Hiyoshi-kun is quite a...principled boy, if I remember correctly,” Yanagi mused. Which he did, of course. Yanagi always remembered things. He wondered if it was too much to hope that Hiyoshi would be a good influence on Kirihara. He noted with some detachment that he was starting to think like an overly concerned parent.
“And yes, Hiyoshi-kun is rather like a puffer fish, don’t you think?”
The mental image of Hiyoshi with spines and huge cheeks was almost enough to pull a full blown laugh out of Kirihara’s mouth; he ended up settling with just a chuckle. “Something like that, Senpai.” Kirihara buried his face in Yanagi’s shirt, taking him in for a moment -- or more so taking in the familiar smell.
The fact that it hid his face nicely was also a small plus.
“He’s worse then Fukubuchou...” In terms of discipline and having a rod firmly shoved up their ass. Well, okay maybe not worse then Fukubuchou. Kirihara’s goading never had seemed to work on Sanada in the past, not the way they did on Hiyoshi at least. Sure he could rile him up but it only ended in an insane number of laps or worse, a backhand across the face.
“Is he more interesting than Genichirou?” Yanagi asked, amused. “Perhaps you should introduce him to me one day.”
Kirihara lifted his chin to look Yanagi in the...eyes. Well not right in the eyes, but if Yanagi would have opened them he would have stared at him with a look that said please. “What kinda question is that?”
“You don’t want me to meet your friends, Akaya?” Yanagi teased. “Also if you say he is worse than Genichirou, I wish to discern that for myself.”
“He’s not my friend, Senpai.” The pout was evident in Kirihara’s voice. He was his rival. “And nothin’s stoppin’ you from challenging him to a game yourself, you know.” He looked grumpy. “But you have to play me first, don’t forget.”
“There’s nothing wrong with making friends, Akaya,” Yanagi told him, shifting a bit to get comfortable. “Perhaps we can play doubles against him and someone else.”
“I guess...” Kirihara couldn’t say no to tennis. These days it seemed like it was the only think that was keeping him sane. He hadn’t had a chance to play with Yanagi in a while anyway and they had made a fearsome pair in the past.
“No bloodying of opponents, Akaya,” Yanagi reminded him again. He remembered how badly beaten up Inui was, at that match. “I don’t think you’ll be playing much doubles if and when you go pro, but it’s still good experience.”
“I’m getting better at that, Yanagi-Senpai.” Kirihara wore a pout but then he felt his heart sort of swell. Yanagi mentioned him being a pro, which he would be! But Yanagi acknowledging it was pretty damn awesome.
“You better come watch me.” He shifted under the sheets, throwing a leg up and over Yanagi.
“Only if you’re any good,” Yanagi replied with a smile as he pried Kirihara’s leg off him. Kirihara was a growing boy, and his leg was rather heavy and uncomfortable. “And if you don’t go to sleep now, you won’t have the energy to play tomorrow.”
“Che, I’m always good.” Kirihara frowned when Yanagi moved his leg and moved in closer to make up for it. “You’ll see.” He settled down, closing green eyes and let his head rest heavy on Yanagi’s shoulder. “Good night, Yanagi-senpai.”
Offering a silent prayer to the powers that be for Kirihara not to kick him in the night, Yanagi mumbled a sleepy “Good night” in return and soon fell fast asleep.
When: An evening sometime last week.
Where: Shelter #3
Summary: Kirihara can't sleep and pesters Yanagi
Kirihara was tossing and turning, he had been since they all had moved to the island. He rolled to his side and looked past Echizen and Tooyama, both comfortably asleep and then to Yanagi. Yanagi looked comfortable, and most likely did not sleep with a sword. The thought of almost being beheaded by Sanada sent a shiver up his spine as he kicked covers away and came to the edge of Yanagi’s bed. “Oi, Yanagi-Senpai?” He horsed, waiting for him to wake up. A few moments went by, and nothing, it seemed like the coast was clear.
Kirihara weaseled his way under the covers, making his movements slow so he wouldn’t spoil his chance at sleeping comfortably with one of his seniors. Green eyes flicked up when Yanagi moved a little, holding his breath until he settled down again. Being marooned kind of sucked, especially lately with lack of batteries and a care package of just underwear.
Yanagi was, of course, awake. Kirihara wasn’t very good at being quiet. Amused by Kirihara’s failed attempt at stealthiest, he pretended to be asleep until Kirihara had settled under the sheets.
“Yes Akaya?” he asked calmly but distinctly, once he felt that Kirihara had relaxed.
The sound of Renji's deep voice startled Akaya enough to make him just about jump out of his skin. "Senpai!" He choked out, heart thumping in his chest. "You're up?" Akaya was quick to state the obvious to his Senpai.
It was then that Kirihara realized that Yanagi was probably waiting for some kind of explanation of why he'd wormed his way into his bed when he had his own.
"...It's cold." It wasn't and Kirihara half wondered why he bothered trying to make up any excuse outside the truth, Yanagi would see through him anyway.
“You’ll wake the others,” Yanagi chided, slowly turning over so they were face to face. He stifled a yawn and studied Akaya’s expression. “And it isn’t that cold today. You cannot sleep?”
Kirihara frowned and shifted as Yanagi turned in the smaller sized bed. “Sort of.” That was the understatement of the century. Yeah, he couldn’t sleep. He liked being stuck on the island at first, it meant no school, no mom, no sister. He got to spend ample time with his Senpai but his Senpai also seemed to be spending ample time with one another.
Kirihara, simply, was lonely. (Or so he thought).
“Can I stay?” He sighed.
Yanagi decided that might be better than having Kirihara protest, then clamber noisily back to his own mattress, so he nodded. “Yes, stay,” he said. “What is on your mind, Akaya?” Yanagi had noted from the very start that Kirihara sought attention and acknowledgement from his seniors, particularly himself, Sanada and Yukimura. With various events happening, everyone had been busy with their own tasks, and Kirihara was most likely feeling a little left out of things.
What wasn’t was more like it.
Yanagi had nailed it on the head but Akaya admitting that was a little more difficult. “Can’t I just want your company?” He pouted a little, taking defense at Yanagi’s question. Yeah, he felt left out, yeah it irked him that Sanada and Yukimura went off and did who knows what. (Not that they hadn’t ever done that in the past, Kirihara was just being dramatic). The younger man shifted closer to Yanagi, taking over half his pillow and invading his space.
“Of course,” Yanagi said patiently. “Just close your eyes and sleep, then, if you don’t have anything to talk to me about.” With a knowing smile that could barely be seen in the dark, Yanagi closed his eyes, rolled on his back and pretended to go back to sleep. Normally, he would be willing to spend time slowly coaxing information out of Kirihara, but Yanagi was tired after a day’s work. Kirihara would have to learn how to talk about things himself.
Slowly, Kirihara moved all the more closer to Yanagi with a frown set tightly on his lips. There were a few moments of silent that fell between them, but Kirihara knew this time that Yanagi wasn’t asleep.
“Senpai.” He shoved blunt fingers into Yanagi’s side. “Buchou and Fukubuchou spend a lot of time together, don’t you think?” It was the start of his worries, or not worries...or he just didn’t know.
He guessed he didn’t care if they had hooked up for whatever, but what he did care about was that the more time they spent with one another, the less time they spent with him. That wasn’t okay.
Wriggling away from Kirihara’s fingers, Yanagi wondered how exactly to explain it. “When two people like each other very much, they will want to spend more time together,” he said at length. “It’s not something you can avoid.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Kirihara rolled his eyes before letting them flick up to Yanagi’s impassive face as he scooted closer, leaving a breath between them as he lowered his head onto Yanagi’s chest. Yanagi was comfortable and he smelled oddly like the breeze that would blow through Rikkai’s tennis courts on a hot day just when you needed it.
He smelled like home.
“Doesn’t make it any less gross.” He yawned, feeling sleep weigh heavy against every part of him. “Gives us more time to spend together...” He said stupidly, Yanagi better not fall in love or like or whatever.
“Yes, yes,” Yanagi agreed indulgently, petting Kirihara’s wild mess of curls. “We won’t leave you behind.” At least, not yet, not while they were still stuck here on the island.
Kirihara nodded, green eyes closing not at all realizing that Yanagi was just humoring him. Dark eyebrows knitted together as he tried not to think too much about Sanada and Yukimura without much success.
A few sleepless minutes went by before green snapped open again. “Yanagi-Senpai, you want to play a game?” He asked in the quiet of the shelter. Tennis would get his mind off of things, he hoped.
“Hmm?” Yanagi was about drifting off when Kirihara suggested tennis. “At this time of night? We don’t have lights out there, Akaya,” he said pragmatically. He sunk deeper into his pile of blankets, rather loathe to get out. He ruffled Kirihara’s hair affectionately and said in a softer tone, “Ah, so you are that bothered.” Perhaps they should get Kirihara a boyfriend.
Kirihara would later deny that his lower lip protruded out in a pout, but it had. “I’m not bothered!” A groan from one of the other boys in the shelter reminded him that they weren’t alone. “I’m not.” He hoarsed, settling back down against Yanagi whether he liked it or not. “And we’ll play in the morning then...” He tugged blankets tighter around himself and inadvertently against Yanagi as well.
“In the morning,” Yanagi promised, putting an arm over Kirihara to keep him still. Then after a pause, he said, “You seem to be getting along well with Hiyoshi-kun. Are you making friends?” Then again, Kirihara’s way of making friends was probably...unique. In a violent way.
“First thing.” They’d both probably end up sleeping in, but when they did wake up, or when Kirihara woke up, he’d be dragging his Senpai to the makeshift courts for a well overdue game. “And you’ve got to be kidding me. I hate that guy.” Kirihara rolled his eyes getting riled up again a slight flush on his cheeks. “I totally killed him in tennis.” He took the opportunity to brag.
“I hope you didn’t bloody him too much,” said Yanagi reprovingly, shaking his head. Kirihara might have to invest in a very good lawyer when he went pro, if he persisted in quite literally beating his opponents to a pulp. “You seem to get along, in your own way.” A boyish hate-hate sort of way, granted.
“Not too badly, I’m workin’ on controlling it. You know that.” He was thankful that either Yanagi didn’t see the glow on his cheeks or he had the decency not to mention it. With Yanagi you could never really be too sure. “He did get in the way of a couple of my serves.” Kirihara wanted to brag about how he’d bated Hiyoshi and then taken five games in a row mercilessly from Hyoutei’s current Buchou.
“He’s fun to rile up.” He swallowed wondering if that was all it was. Hiyoshi was interesting. For now, he’d leave it at that.
Oh? Yanagi raised an eyebrow at Kirihara’s reaction. This would be interesting to pursue, he thought, mentally book marking the tidbit for further follow-up. “Hmmm....Hiyoshi-kun is quite a...principled boy, if I remember correctly,” Yanagi mused. Which he did, of course. Yanagi always remembered things. He wondered if it was too much to hope that Hiyoshi would be a good influence on Kirihara. He noted with some detachment that he was starting to think like an overly concerned parent.
“And yes, Hiyoshi-kun is rather like a puffer fish, don’t you think?”
The mental image of Hiyoshi with spines and huge cheeks was almost enough to pull a full blown laugh out of Kirihara’s mouth; he ended up settling with just a chuckle. “Something like that, Senpai.” Kirihara buried his face in Yanagi’s shirt, taking him in for a moment -- or more so taking in the familiar smell.
The fact that it hid his face nicely was also a small plus.
“He’s worse then Fukubuchou...” In terms of discipline and having a rod firmly shoved up their ass. Well, okay maybe not worse then Fukubuchou. Kirihara’s goading never had seemed to work on Sanada in the past, not the way they did on Hiyoshi at least. Sure he could rile him up but it only ended in an insane number of laps or worse, a backhand across the face.
“Is he more interesting than Genichirou?” Yanagi asked, amused. “Perhaps you should introduce him to me one day.”
Kirihara lifted his chin to look Yanagi in the...eyes. Well not right in the eyes, but if Yanagi would have opened them he would have stared at him with a look that said please. “What kinda question is that?”
“You don’t want me to meet your friends, Akaya?” Yanagi teased. “Also if you say he is worse than Genichirou, I wish to discern that for myself.”
“He’s not my friend, Senpai.” The pout was evident in Kirihara’s voice. He was his rival. “And nothin’s stoppin’ you from challenging him to a game yourself, you know.” He looked grumpy. “But you have to play me first, don’t forget.”
“There’s nothing wrong with making friends, Akaya,” Yanagi told him, shifting a bit to get comfortable. “Perhaps we can play doubles against him and someone else.”
“I guess...” Kirihara couldn’t say no to tennis. These days it seemed like it was the only think that was keeping him sane. He hadn’t had a chance to play with Yanagi in a while anyway and they had made a fearsome pair in the past.
“No bloodying of opponents, Akaya,” Yanagi reminded him again. He remembered how badly beaten up Inui was, at that match. “I don’t think you’ll be playing much doubles if and when you go pro, but it’s still good experience.”
“I’m getting better at that, Yanagi-Senpai.” Kirihara wore a pout but then he felt his heart sort of swell. Yanagi mentioned him being a pro, which he would be! But Yanagi acknowledging it was pretty damn awesome.
“You better come watch me.” He shifted under the sheets, throwing a leg up and over Yanagi.
“Only if you’re any good,” Yanagi replied with a smile as he pried Kirihara’s leg off him. Kirihara was a growing boy, and his leg was rather heavy and uncomfortable. “And if you don’t go to sleep now, you won’t have the energy to play tomorrow.”
“Che, I’m always good.” Kirihara frowned when Yanagi moved his leg and moved in closer to make up for it. “You’ll see.” He settled down, closing green eyes and let his head rest heavy on Yanagi’s shoulder. “Good night, Yanagi-senpai.”
Offering a silent prayer to the powers that be for Kirihara not to kick him in the night, Yanagi mumbled a sleepy “Good night” in return and soon fell fast asleep.