Dirty Pair Drabblefics Part 2.
Collection Title: 6-10 of Gakushi 50
Prompts: Were stolen from fanart50. XD
Rating: PG so far
Warnings: brief violence
Wordcount: About 700, altogether
Part 2 of my Gakushi 50. (: Part one can be found here at my journal.
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6. what now?
The phone rang.
“If that’s him again I’m going to shoot myself,” murmured the boy darkly. He pulled the sleek little gadget off the table and flipped it open. “Hello?”
“Yeah, it’s me again. Just wanted to know how you were… So. How are you?”
“Gakuto, you called five minutes ago.” A cough, several coughs. “I haven’t died yet. Satisfied?” He leaned back against the pillows and sighed.
“…Yes.” There was a pause and he could hear something scuffing around.
“Gakuto, what are you-” The doorbell rang.
“So, that’s me, too. Can I come in? It’s cold out. No doubt that’s why you’re sick.”
He hung up. But he couldn’t keep the smile from tugging at his lips.
“Okaa-san, could you please get the door?”
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7. one more inch
The clubhouse was dark that afternoon. The sun streamed in only through the back windows, casting vibrantly bright patches of fire on the wall. Casting viciously dark shadows. Yuushi opened the door slowly.
“Gakuto?” The call was soft and blended into the gloom. “I know you’re still here.”
The darkness spoke: “I could have had it.” Yuushi stepped in.
“I know.” He came over to the bench and sat down. “I don’t blame you.”
“Atobe does.”
“No, he doesn’t.” His arm went around the smaller shoulders easily.
“I only missed by an inch!” And the bite in his voice would not turn into sobs.
“I know.”
Finally a small arm came around his waist. “You know everything, Yuushi.”
“Maybe, but you know how much I love you.” The hug tightened. “Let’s go home.”
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8. one more time
Notes: Fuhuhu~ XD
“It seems like this should be easy.” Frustrated huff.
“Well, apparently it’s a lot harder than you thought.” Smirk.
“I’ve seen plenty of other people do this every day!” Outrage.
“Have you now?” Amusement, nothing but amusement.
“Yes, I have.” Glaring daggers.
“Do you want me to?” How could that be anything but sincere?
“No! I’m going to do it! It will only take one more…” Fingers tighten, twist, and nothing.
Nothing.
“Gakuto, I’m fairly certain opening bottles isn’t that hard.” He takes it and breaks the seal with a sharp twist.
“I loosened it for you.”
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9. protection
Notes: Set as Yuushi is in 10th grade and Gakuto has dropped out.
Yuushi is already on the ground by the time Gakuto gets there, sprinting from around the corner with single-minded determination. The boys are still kicking him into the dirt. Gakuto launches himself at them like a little red tornado, or maybe like a wild beast. He isn’t strong, but he’s quick. He bites one on the arm.
Five minutes is all the time it takes for them to retreat, fear or surprise hidden behind their stupid taunts. Drop-out. Fairy. He barely listens, instead crouching beside his best friend.
Yo. And he’s pulling up the taller boy and they’re walking off down the street. It’s tough if you’re in or out, but at least they have each other.
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10. power
Warning: SAP.
“This is such a stupid game, na Kabaji?”
“Usu.”
“Oh, shut it, Atobe. You’re supposed to play ‘Truth or Dare’ at sleepovers.” Gakuto waved away his captain’s doubts impatiently. “Anyway, it’s your turn.” The silver-haired prima-donna leaned over and spun the racket they were using as a selecting device.
“So stupid… All right. Oshitari, truth or dare?” He settled back with a bored expression on his face. Yuushi lifted an eyebrow thoughtfully.
“Dare.” Atobe waited for the excited twittering (yes, from his team of boys) to quiet before pointing an imperious finger.
“Ore-sama dares you to kiss Mukahi. On the mouth.” Silence. Then the whole room erupted into chaos.
“W-what?! Don’t I get a say in this?”
“Is that the best you could come up with?”
“Yawn. Nee, Keigo, is it time for dinner yet?”
“Gekokujyou!”
And soon pillows were flying and nobody knew what was going on and Jiro was tugging them all away down to the kitchen for a midnight snack because he’d slept through the feast earlier. Silence and feathers settled, and only two remained.
“Gakuto.”
“Y-yes?” He cast a sideways glance at his partner. “What?”
“May I keep my dare? It simply kills me to back down from anything.” And Yuushi was way, way too close now, and really, was it warm in here?
“Um…”
“Please?”
He didn’t have the power to refuse.
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Enjoy! Comments and concrit much appreciated!
Prompts: Were stolen from fanart50. XD
Rating: PG so far
Warnings: brief violence
Wordcount: About 700, altogether
Part 2 of my Gakushi 50. (: Part one can be found here at my journal.
---
6. what now?
The phone rang.
“If that’s him again I’m going to shoot myself,” murmured the boy darkly. He pulled the sleek little gadget off the table and flipped it open. “Hello?”
“Yeah, it’s me again. Just wanted to know how you were… So. How are you?”
“Gakuto, you called five minutes ago.” A cough, several coughs. “I haven’t died yet. Satisfied?” He leaned back against the pillows and sighed.
“…Yes.” There was a pause and he could hear something scuffing around.
“Gakuto, what are you-” The doorbell rang.
“So, that’s me, too. Can I come in? It’s cold out. No doubt that’s why you’re sick.”
He hung up. But he couldn’t keep the smile from tugging at his lips.
“Okaa-san, could you please get the door?”
---
7. one more inch
The clubhouse was dark that afternoon. The sun streamed in only through the back windows, casting vibrantly bright patches of fire on the wall. Casting viciously dark shadows. Yuushi opened the door slowly.
“Gakuto?” The call was soft and blended into the gloom. “I know you’re still here.”
The darkness spoke: “I could have had it.” Yuushi stepped in.
“I know.” He came over to the bench and sat down. “I don’t blame you.”
“Atobe does.”
“No, he doesn’t.” His arm went around the smaller shoulders easily.
“I only missed by an inch!” And the bite in his voice would not turn into sobs.
“I know.”
Finally a small arm came around his waist. “You know everything, Yuushi.”
“Maybe, but you know how much I love you.” The hug tightened. “Let’s go home.”
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8. one more time
Notes: Fuhuhu~ XD
“It seems like this should be easy.” Frustrated huff.
“Well, apparently it’s a lot harder than you thought.” Smirk.
“I’ve seen plenty of other people do this every day!” Outrage.
“Have you now?” Amusement, nothing but amusement.
“Yes, I have.” Glaring daggers.
“Do you want me to?” How could that be anything but sincere?
“No! I’m going to do it! It will only take one more…” Fingers tighten, twist, and nothing.
Nothing.
“Gakuto, I’m fairly certain opening bottles isn’t that hard.” He takes it and breaks the seal with a sharp twist.
“I loosened it for you.”
---
9. protection
Notes: Set as Yuushi is in 10th grade and Gakuto has dropped out.
Yuushi is already on the ground by the time Gakuto gets there, sprinting from around the corner with single-minded determination. The boys are still kicking him into the dirt. Gakuto launches himself at them like a little red tornado, or maybe like a wild beast. He isn’t strong, but he’s quick. He bites one on the arm.
Five minutes is all the time it takes for them to retreat, fear or surprise hidden behind their stupid taunts. Drop-out. Fairy. He barely listens, instead crouching beside his best friend.
Yo. And he’s pulling up the taller boy and they’re walking off down the street. It’s tough if you’re in or out, but at least they have each other.
---
10. power
Warning: SAP.
“This is such a stupid game, na Kabaji?”
“Usu.”
“Oh, shut it, Atobe. You’re supposed to play ‘Truth or Dare’ at sleepovers.” Gakuto waved away his captain’s doubts impatiently. “Anyway, it’s your turn.” The silver-haired prima-donna leaned over and spun the racket they were using as a selecting device.
“So stupid… All right. Oshitari, truth or dare?” He settled back with a bored expression on his face. Yuushi lifted an eyebrow thoughtfully.
“Dare.” Atobe waited for the excited twittering (yes, from his team of boys) to quiet before pointing an imperious finger.
“Ore-sama dares you to kiss Mukahi. On the mouth.” Silence. Then the whole room erupted into chaos.
“W-what?! Don’t I get a say in this?”
“Is that the best you could come up with?”
“Yawn. Nee, Keigo, is it time for dinner yet?”
“Gekokujyou!”
And soon pillows were flying and nobody knew what was going on and Jiro was tugging them all away down to the kitchen for a midnight snack because he’d slept through the feast earlier. Silence and feathers settled, and only two remained.
“Gakuto.”
“Y-yes?” He cast a sideways glance at his partner. “What?”
“May I keep my dare? It simply kills me to back down from anything.” And Yuushi was way, way too close now, and really, was it warm in here?
“Um…”
“Please?”
He didn’t have the power to refuse.
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Enjoy! Comments and concrit much appreciated!