[Bloody Monday; Fujimaru/Otoya] "Not For My Sake", one-shot
NOT FOR MY SAKE
PAIRING: mild Fujimaru/Otoya
FANDOM: Bloody Monday 1/2
RATING: PG13 for some language and shooting, yup
GENRE: action?
A/N: This takes a place in somewhere between the first and the second season. It's nothing much, one scene basically, with Otoya being all pissed off in it :D Enjoy~
SUMMARY: There's one thing that Otoya Kujou can always be sure of having in his life -and that's bullets and him being on their route.
He was being shot at -again.
Otoya dived behind a cargo container as another bullet whizzed past him, soon springing back with sparks from some other container behind him. He ducked his head down, cursing under his breath. It was difficult to tell whether the shooting had paused or not because the previous bullet's echo was still bouncing off the cargo boxes around him.
Otoya made an annoyed face as he tried to quickly evaluate the situation. He was in deep shit, once again, and it was either because of J, his messed-up stepbrother, or Fujimaru, his- Otoya stopped the thought at that track, refusing to complete the sentence inside his head. J or Fujimaru, the bullet rain sucked anyway.
It seemed that the shooting had paused indeed. Otoya took a breath, and after mustering up enough courage, he took a spring to the next container.
J had been under ground for several months. It seemed he had disappeared from the face of the Earth but then again, did it mean anything? J was J, always popping in and out as he pleased, always his and his only best interest on his mind.
Otoya landed onto his stomach, hardly avoiding a bullet boring into his flesh. He crawled for the closest container, irritation growing and growing by minute. Okay. Maybe, just maybe, it was possible that J was actually playing it nice for the time being. Could all this be blamed for Fujimaru? Otoya's teeth were sinking into his lower lip as he thought about it. As far as he was concerned, Fujimaru had abandoned all computer things. He was working at a shop now, trying to provide for himself and Haruka. But, did the remains of J's religious group know that Fujimaru had quit hacking? And if they did, would they care? If they thought Fujimaru was a threat, or if they needed Fujimaru, they would still go for him, no matter how a quitter Fujimaru was.
Why the people in his life were all so screwed up? Otoya pushed his hair from his face swiftly, feeling sweat sticking to his fingers as doing so. There was plenty of emotions flowing through him -annoyance, frustration, anger, worry. He was scared too, of course. He wasn't scared for his own, dear life, though; the person he was scared for was Fujimaru.
Fujimaru, Fujimaru... Otoya closed his eyes for a moment, catching his breath. Fujimaru had been his entire life for the two past years. It was stupid, really, how the other boy had dragged him so deep into darkness with him. They had witnessed their friend die, they had shared the feelings of betrayal as they had found out the truth about Mako... And then there had been the incident with Fujimaru's father. Fujimaru had crumbled, been shaken, and miraculously recovered. Now, dying on Fujimaru's arms, leaving him alone after him losing all the people he had cared for the most... No. Otoya had to live, for his own sake but for Fujimaru's too, and it annoyed the hell out of him. Dying was actually pretty simple -you just needed one stray bullet and that was it- but Otoya wasn't allowed to do even that. For the past two years he had been monitored, pushed to his limits, and now he... A frustrated grunt escaped his lips. Well fuck the terrorists, fuck THIRD-i, fuck everybody. He, Otoya Kujou, wouldn't be that easily defeated.
And with that thought on his mind, he rushed out into the bullet rain, once again.
A/N: This was actually my first attempt at writing fanfiction outside Jrock. I love FuToya and I'm probably going to write plenty more~ Also, I have a few other new fandoms on my mind, too, so let's see, maybe we'll get a lot of variation into this community\,,/ As always, comments are loved and appreciated :)
PAIRING: mild Fujimaru/Otoya
FANDOM: Bloody Monday 1/2
RATING: PG13 for some language and shooting, yup
GENRE: action?
A/N: This takes a place in somewhere between the first and the second season. It's nothing much, one scene basically, with Otoya being all pissed off in it :D Enjoy~
SUMMARY: There's one thing that Otoya Kujou can always be sure of having in his life -and that's bullets and him being on their route.
He was being shot at -again.
Otoya dived behind a cargo container as another bullet whizzed past him, soon springing back with sparks from some other container behind him. He ducked his head down, cursing under his breath. It was difficult to tell whether the shooting had paused or not because the previous bullet's echo was still bouncing off the cargo boxes around him.
Otoya made an annoyed face as he tried to quickly evaluate the situation. He was in deep shit, once again, and it was either because of J, his messed-up stepbrother, or Fujimaru, his- Otoya stopped the thought at that track, refusing to complete the sentence inside his head. J or Fujimaru, the bullet rain sucked anyway.
It seemed that the shooting had paused indeed. Otoya took a breath, and after mustering up enough courage, he took a spring to the next container.
J had been under ground for several months. It seemed he had disappeared from the face of the Earth but then again, did it mean anything? J was J, always popping in and out as he pleased, always his and his only best interest on his mind.
Otoya landed onto his stomach, hardly avoiding a bullet boring into his flesh. He crawled for the closest container, irritation growing and growing by minute. Okay. Maybe, just maybe, it was possible that J was actually playing it nice for the time being. Could all this be blamed for Fujimaru? Otoya's teeth were sinking into his lower lip as he thought about it. As far as he was concerned, Fujimaru had abandoned all computer things. He was working at a shop now, trying to provide for himself and Haruka. But, did the remains of J's religious group know that Fujimaru had quit hacking? And if they did, would they care? If they thought Fujimaru was a threat, or if they needed Fujimaru, they would still go for him, no matter how a quitter Fujimaru was.
Why the people in his life were all so screwed up? Otoya pushed his hair from his face swiftly, feeling sweat sticking to his fingers as doing so. There was plenty of emotions flowing through him -annoyance, frustration, anger, worry. He was scared too, of course. He wasn't scared for his own, dear life, though; the person he was scared for was Fujimaru.
Fujimaru, Fujimaru... Otoya closed his eyes for a moment, catching his breath. Fujimaru had been his entire life for the two past years. It was stupid, really, how the other boy had dragged him so deep into darkness with him. They had witnessed their friend die, they had shared the feelings of betrayal as they had found out the truth about Mako... And then there had been the incident with Fujimaru's father. Fujimaru had crumbled, been shaken, and miraculously recovered. Now, dying on Fujimaru's arms, leaving him alone after him losing all the people he had cared for the most... No. Otoya had to live, for his own sake but for Fujimaru's too, and it annoyed the hell out of him. Dying was actually pretty simple -you just needed one stray bullet and that was it- but Otoya wasn't allowed to do even that. For the past two years he had been monitored, pushed to his limits, and now he... A frustrated grunt escaped his lips. Well fuck the terrorists, fuck THIRD-i, fuck everybody. He, Otoya Kujou, wouldn't be that easily defeated.
And with that thought on his mind, he rushed out into the bullet rain, once again.
A/N: This was actually my first attempt at writing fanfiction outside Jrock. I love FuToya and I'm probably going to write plenty more~ Also, I have a few other new fandoms on my mind, too, so let's see, maybe we'll get a lot of variation into this community\,,/ As always, comments are loved and appreciated :)