♪On the sixth day of Christmas...
...Tifa gave to neitaro
Rokkaku boys~♪
ahsadja oops, forgot to do this again. D: I get the feeling '12 days' are going to be spread out over something like 20... I still need to go back and do day 4...
Anyways, something Saeki/Ryou Kisarazu as requested~! Still pretty sure this is the first time I've written Rokkaku anything besides that fic with almost everyone in it.
"I said I didn't want to talk to him."
"Why?" Itsuki asked persistently. He looking up from tying his shoe where he was sitting on the bench of the clubroom.
"Because he didn't say anything! He knew, but he didn't tell me!" Kisarazu Ryou said in a huff. He pointlessly rearranged his things in his locker, setting his extra jersey underneath his extra shorts and placing his old shoes on top of them. Then he took them out and did it all over again until his shoes became a sandwich between his clothes.
"Your brother didn't tell you?"
"No! I mean, yes, he didn't tell me, but neither did that idiot." The shoes were once again sitting on top, and now Ryou was fixing the laces on them.
"Why do you call Saeki an idiot?" Itsuki asked, standing up and adjusting his collar. He grabbed his racket and looked nervously at the door, expecting Saeki to walk in at any moment.
"Because he is one. He's KY.* And he didn't tell me my brother was leaving for St. Rudolph until it was too late."
"Ah, so harsh Ryou!" A voice proclaimed loudly, and Saeki strode into the club room.
Ryou's shoulder's stiffened and one of his shoelaces snapped.
"Ittchan, why don't you go make sure Bane hasn't killed Dabide yet, will you?" Saeki instructed, and Itsuki scurried out, eager to avoid the coming argument.
The locker slammed shut.
Saeki winced more violently than Ryou did when the splintery wood of the door dragged hard against Ryou's inner right arm, leaving a bleeding scrape with more than a couple splinters.
"I'm fine." Ryou grunted out before Saeki could say anything. He started opening his locker again to get something to clean up his scrape with, his shoulder's hunched and tight.
Saeki got there fast, and had grabbed Ryou's arm before he could protest, his handkerchief already wiping up the drops of blood that had trickled down to his elbow. "You're fine," he agreed easily, "But you won't be if this get's infected, and you can't take splinters out left handed." He effectively countered each coming protest one by one, years of experience helping with that.
Saeki snatched up a water bottle that was sitting on the bench, probably Itsuki's, and wet the handkerchief. He held Ryou's wrist carefully but firmly and started cleaning the scrape. He ducked his head to hide the smirk that came from watching Ryou try not to make pained sounds.
When Ryou hissed at Saeki picking out one of the splinters, Saeki winced. "Sorry."
He looked up and gave the long-haired boy an apologetic smile. "Sorry." he said again. He leaned up to give Ryou a soft kiss. Ryou's shoulders relaxed.
They both knew he was no longer talking about the scrape.
*KY: Kuuki Yomenai, can't read the air; someone who reads and reacts to a situation in the wrong way
ALSO, as a little notice to anyone who cares, I won't be on probably all New Years eve.
Rokkaku boys~♪
ahsadja oops, forgot to do this again. D: I get the feeling '12 days' are going to be spread out over something like 20... I still need to go back and do day 4...
Anyways, something Saeki/Ryou Kisarazu as requested~! Still pretty sure this is the first time I've written Rokkaku anything besides that fic with almost everyone in it.
"I said I didn't want to talk to him."
"Why?" Itsuki asked persistently. He looking up from tying his shoe where he was sitting on the bench of the clubroom.
"Because he didn't say anything! He knew, but he didn't tell me!" Kisarazu Ryou said in a huff. He pointlessly rearranged his things in his locker, setting his extra jersey underneath his extra shorts and placing his old shoes on top of them. Then he took them out and did it all over again until his shoes became a sandwich between his clothes.
"Your brother didn't tell you?"
"No! I mean, yes, he didn't tell me, but neither did that idiot." The shoes were once again sitting on top, and now Ryou was fixing the laces on them.
"Why do you call Saeki an idiot?" Itsuki asked, standing up and adjusting his collar. He grabbed his racket and looked nervously at the door, expecting Saeki to walk in at any moment.
"Because he is one. He's KY.* And he didn't tell me my brother was leaving for St. Rudolph until it was too late."
"Ah, so harsh Ryou!" A voice proclaimed loudly, and Saeki strode into the club room.
Ryou's shoulder's stiffened and one of his shoelaces snapped.
"Ittchan, why don't you go make sure Bane hasn't killed Dabide yet, will you?" Saeki instructed, and Itsuki scurried out, eager to avoid the coming argument.
The locker slammed shut.
Saeki winced more violently than Ryou did when the splintery wood of the door dragged hard against Ryou's inner right arm, leaving a bleeding scrape with more than a couple splinters.
"I'm fine." Ryou grunted out before Saeki could say anything. He started opening his locker again to get something to clean up his scrape with, his shoulder's hunched and tight.
Saeki got there fast, and had grabbed Ryou's arm before he could protest, his handkerchief already wiping up the drops of blood that had trickled down to his elbow. "You're fine," he agreed easily, "But you won't be if this get's infected, and you can't take splinters out left handed." He effectively countered each coming protest one by one, years of experience helping with that.
Saeki snatched up a water bottle that was sitting on the bench, probably Itsuki's, and wet the handkerchief. He held Ryou's wrist carefully but firmly and started cleaning the scrape. He ducked his head to hide the smirk that came from watching Ryou try not to make pained sounds.
When Ryou hissed at Saeki picking out one of the splinters, Saeki winced. "Sorry."
He looked up and gave the long-haired boy an apologetic smile. "Sorry." he said again. He leaned up to give Ryou a soft kiss. Ryou's shoulders relaxed.
They both knew he was no longer talking about the scrape.
*KY: Kuuki Yomenai, can't read the air; someone who reads and reacts to a situation in the wrong way
ALSO, as a little notice to anyone who cares, I won't be on probably all New Years eve.