Drabble Batch 1
First drabble batch, with the first two written from a game with
kaishinyah over Y!M last night. The two Ryoda ones are for
uchihakitsune because she was being demanding. LOL. Don't blame me for bad writing. Last one was written today because the idea has been impending for who-knows-how-long already. Warning: un-MS Word-ified.
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Free Taste
Tegopi
After everything, they're down to the last, finishing touch. Tegoshi grabbed the cherry from the small plate and smiled. This was it.
As he was struggling to place the cherry on the center of the cake though, a tongue quickly caught it, rolled it in and swallowed it in one go. Tegoshi sighed and pouted, biting on his bottom lip for effect. "That's not very nice, Yamashita-kun. That was the last one."
"Who cares? You'll be getting it from me later, anyway." Yamapi said, smirking. Tegoshi blushed, knowing exactly what that meant.
Yamapi slid his hands around the younger boy's waist and smiled. "So, want a taste?"
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Just Like Rain Angels
Tegomass
Under overcast clouds, there they are, lying on the moist grass, dampened by the rainshowers. Masuda thinks he should've brought an umbrella, worries that he can't go to work in dripping clothes but when Tegoshi snuggles close to him, putting a finger on his lips, everything ebbs away, just like how puddles of water go away when the sun comes peeking from behind the clouds.
And when Tegoshi tugs on his arm, all his fears subside, draining out everything else but the two of them. Maybe it's not so bad, maybe they can do this forever.
It drizzles again. But this time, it's Masuda who grabs Tegoshi by the shoulder and together they dance under the rain, along a soundless melody that only the two of them can hear. He wishes the rain wouldn't stop. And they'll continue to dance.
Just like rain angels.
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Lovers' Quarrel
Ryoda
Ueda is nowhere near happy, not even halfway. And when he hears footsteps coming towards him, his frown sinks in even deeper. He grabs his bottle of cold water from the dresser and drinks all of it in one go.
"Geez, Hime, what's up with you sobbing at today's recording?" It's not really a question, it's more of an insult, he knows and he decides to ignore the speaker.
So he goes back to his bottle. And resumes on swallowing--
"Eh, you know that bottle's empty, right?"
Ueda stops, puts his bottle down and glares a straight hole into Ryo's forehead. It's not that he's said anything wrong, but what he actually hates more than Ryo being wrong, is Ryo being right.
Ryo starts laughing.
"You're a jerk, you know that?" Ueda begins. Ryo stops laughing for a moment and considers this. "You made me cry." Ueda says, face serious.
Ryo doesn't seem to agree with this because he starts opening and closing his mouth. "Hey, that's not true. I was acting!"
"Oh, that's why it was so convincing." Ueda narrows his eyes.
"I almost blew my cover because of you! You and your sissy crying!" Ryo mutters out.
Ueda stands up from his chair and puts a hand on his waist. "So I'm a sissy, huh?"
Ryo walks over to him. "Yeah. You're my sissy." He smirks and tilts Ueda's chin up to face him.
Ueda grins as well. "I will be, if only you get to be my very own jerk."
"I already am." And he steals a little kiss from Ueda's lips.
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Songwriting
Ryoda
Ryo finds it funny how everyone's so clueless, finds it funny how nobody finds out. They're probably idiots, he supposes, but then again, he thanks them for being like that. It's not that he's scared of everyone finding out the truth, just that he likes the way things are right now, subtle, discreet, and everything else in between.
He looks at the piece of paper he's holding, and reads a couple of lines before stopping at a word he can't quite understand. Everything is messy, blots of blue ink scattered here and there and the occasional strikeout or two. Sometimes he wishes he'd write more legibly, although he's partly to blame for forcing him to hand over his draft.
He reaches out for his mug of coffee before shuffling through his old notebooks. There are slips of torn paper tucked in between pages, like loveletters, but the difference is they have their own melody and Ryo realizes he's already singing one of them.
Ryo tears out a sheet and starts writing his reply.
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Checkmate
Shigetego
"This is a battle of wits." Tegoshi declares and Shige just laughs because he thinks it's the most obvious thing in the world.
The younger boy raises an eyebrow at him, "Why? What's so funny?" And when he tries to stifle his laughter and says it's nothing, Tegoshi frowns and thinks Shige's mocking him.
"You'll see, I'll beat you!" It's not a threat, at least Shige doesn't think it is.
But when Tegoshi's queen and bishop corners his king on one spot of the board, it's game over and Shige just stares in disbelief. It's the first time someone has ever defeated him at anything, and he finds it all the more unbelievable that it's Tegoshi.
"Aww, don't be sad just because you lost. Ne, I'll treat you to ice cream because you let me win!" Tegoshi smiles at him, extending a hand.
Shige wants to say he didn't lose on purpose, but he takes Tegoshi's hand anyway and smiles back.
It's weird, but he thinks he's lost another thing. And when he clutches his chest, he realizes Tegoshi may have checkmated something else.
kaishinyah over Y!M last night. The two Ryoda ones are for
uchihakitsune because she was being demanding. LOL. Don't blame me for bad writing. Last one was written today because the idea has been impending for who-knows-how-long already. Warning: un-MS Word-ified.
==
Free Taste
Tegopi
After everything, they're down to the last, finishing touch. Tegoshi grabbed the cherry from the small plate and smiled. This was it.
As he was struggling to place the cherry on the center of the cake though, a tongue quickly caught it, rolled it in and swallowed it in one go. Tegoshi sighed and pouted, biting on his bottom lip for effect. "That's not very nice, Yamashita-kun. That was the last one."
"Who cares? You'll be getting it from me later, anyway." Yamapi said, smirking. Tegoshi blushed, knowing exactly what that meant.
Yamapi slid his hands around the younger boy's waist and smiled. "So, want a taste?"
--
Just Like Rain Angels
Tegomass
Under overcast clouds, there they are, lying on the moist grass, dampened by the rainshowers. Masuda thinks he should've brought an umbrella, worries that he can't go to work in dripping clothes but when Tegoshi snuggles close to him, putting a finger on his lips, everything ebbs away, just like how puddles of water go away when the sun comes peeking from behind the clouds.
And when Tegoshi tugs on his arm, all his fears subside, draining out everything else but the two of them. Maybe it's not so bad, maybe they can do this forever.
It drizzles again. But this time, it's Masuda who grabs Tegoshi by the shoulder and together they dance under the rain, along a soundless melody that only the two of them can hear. He wishes the rain wouldn't stop. And they'll continue to dance.
Just like rain angels.
--
Lovers' Quarrel
Ryoda
Ueda is nowhere near happy, not even halfway. And when he hears footsteps coming towards him, his frown sinks in even deeper. He grabs his bottle of cold water from the dresser and drinks all of it in one go.
"Geez, Hime, what's up with you sobbing at today's recording?" It's not really a question, it's more of an insult, he knows and he decides to ignore the speaker.
So he goes back to his bottle. And resumes on swallowing--
"Eh, you know that bottle's empty, right?"
Ueda stops, puts his bottle down and glares a straight hole into Ryo's forehead. It's not that he's said anything wrong, but what he actually hates more than Ryo being wrong, is Ryo being right.
Ryo starts laughing.
"You're a jerk, you know that?" Ueda begins. Ryo stops laughing for a moment and considers this. "You made me cry." Ueda says, face serious.
Ryo doesn't seem to agree with this because he starts opening and closing his mouth. "Hey, that's not true. I was acting!"
"Oh, that's why it was so convincing." Ueda narrows his eyes.
"I almost blew my cover because of you! You and your sissy crying!" Ryo mutters out.
Ueda stands up from his chair and puts a hand on his waist. "So I'm a sissy, huh?"
Ryo walks over to him. "Yeah. You're my sissy." He smirks and tilts Ueda's chin up to face him.
Ueda grins as well. "I will be, if only you get to be my very own jerk."
"I already am." And he steals a little kiss from Ueda's lips.
--
Songwriting
Ryoda
Ryo finds it funny how everyone's so clueless, finds it funny how nobody finds out. They're probably idiots, he supposes, but then again, he thanks them for being like that. It's not that he's scared of everyone finding out the truth, just that he likes the way things are right now, subtle, discreet, and everything else in between.
He looks at the piece of paper he's holding, and reads a couple of lines before stopping at a word he can't quite understand. Everything is messy, blots of blue ink scattered here and there and the occasional strikeout or two. Sometimes he wishes he'd write more legibly, although he's partly to blame for forcing him to hand over his draft.
He reaches out for his mug of coffee before shuffling through his old notebooks. There are slips of torn paper tucked in between pages, like loveletters, but the difference is they have their own melody and Ryo realizes he's already singing one of them.
Ryo tears out a sheet and starts writing his reply.
--
Checkmate
Shigetego
"This is a battle of wits." Tegoshi declares and Shige just laughs because he thinks it's the most obvious thing in the world.
The younger boy raises an eyebrow at him, "Why? What's so funny?" And when he tries to stifle his laughter and says it's nothing, Tegoshi frowns and thinks Shige's mocking him.
"You'll see, I'll beat you!" It's not a threat, at least Shige doesn't think it is.
But when Tegoshi's queen and bishop corners his king on one spot of the board, it's game over and Shige just stares in disbelief. It's the first time someone has ever defeated him at anything, and he finds it all the more unbelievable that it's Tegoshi.
"Aww, don't be sad just because you lost. Ne, I'll treat you to ice cream because you let me win!" Tegoshi smiles at him, extending a hand.
Shige wants to say he didn't lose on purpose, but he takes Tegoshi's hand anyway and smiles back.
It's weird, but he thinks he's lost another thing. And when he clutches his chest, he realizes Tegoshi may have checkmated something else.