Fic: Agitation
Hello, everyone! I'm a pretty new member of the TutixNagayan fandom and I figured I'd start off my introduction with a short fic that I just wrote as my contribution to this truly amazing comm.
I would also like to take this opportunity to offer myself up as a beta, should anyone be in search of one. While I tend not to write much fanfiction myself, mainly because of lack of creativity, I'm a native English speaker and an avid fanfiction reader. So, if anyone would like someone to beta anything, please drop me a line either on my lj or at naoenagi@gmail.com .
Alright, intro is out of the way! I hope that people enjoy the fic. ^^
Agitated
By: Nagi (hughes_maes)
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Rating: G
Notes: This wreaks of over-used plots and meaningless introspective babble. On top of that, it’s not even long enough to make up for the fact that it’s a very stereotypical fic, though I do plan on writing a sequel or two. I’m very sorry for my inability to produce very good fic... That being said, this is dedicated to fencer_x for her constant contributions to this comm and for giving me tons of insight, links, and juicy gossip about Tuti, Nagayan, and *pnish*. Thank you! <3
Summary: Tuti muses on the reason for his bad mood.
Tuti hated, hated feeling like this.
Nothing seemed quite on track, like his movements were just a tad slow and off-beat. He saw much irony in this, as he was full of agitated energy and hadn’t sat down for nearly half an hour. At the rate he was going, the break in their *pnish* meeting was not going to be all that much of a rest. This, of course, only served to bother him more, since he knew he would perform better for practice if he’d been able to recharge with a bit of a breather.
Tuti breathed out a short sigh that resembled more a frustrated snort, reflecting that they might as well have just continued and not wasted all this time on a break that wasn’t accomplishing the very task for which breaks were created. He felt wrong, frazzled, really irritated, and he hated feeling like this.
He’d tried to come up with reasons to explain his agitation: he was overworked, he was tired, he’d had a very busy week, he still had laundry to do and no time to do it, he hadn’t had a free weekend in nearing a month, he hadn’t smoked in a few hours. All his reasons were true and more than enough to have built upon each other to culminate in this feeling of unrest and ill-temper. It could just be the fatigue and lack of free time. It could just be all the little things he’d meant to do and forgotten about until they’d become problems.
...But it could also have been that he hadn’t heard from Takashi in more than a week.
The ridiculous nature of this thought wasn’t lost of Tuti. Why the hell should his level of happiness be contingent on how often he hears from his friend? It’s not like he was worried about Takashi. He wasn’t! Both of them had incredibly busy schedules and really didn’t even get to meet and hang out together all that often in the first place. Sure, generally every few days there was a text message or maybe even a phone call just as a sort of update. A greeting, an acknowledgment that the other appreciates the contact and really does want to know what’s going on in their lives. Even with that, though, Tuti knew that he shouldn’t be this edgy when he’s only gone a week without hearing from his friend.
He also knew that he was being a bit stubborn by not just caving and texting Takashi himself, but it was an unspoken tradition that they would trade emails and texts until they had a chance to get together in person. After their meeting was done, they’d return to their routine of text and reply until the next lunch, dinner, or late night drink. Tuti’d been the last one in their most recent string of texts to send his reply, remarking on the extremely odd colour of green of a car he’d had the unfortunate experience of nearly being run over by on his way to practice nearly a week ago. Not that he’d needed, or expected a reply immediately, but after a few days of no new messages in his inbox from a very familiar number, his mood had taken a turn for the worse.
This was silly, it was stupid, it was juvenile, it was degrading and still, no matter how many adjectives Tuti attached to this feeling he was experiencing, he couldn’t shake his complete and utter agitation.
Resigning himself to a shoddy practice and more hours of discontented inner musings, Tuti rolled his shoulders in a vague attempt to loosen up and walked toward the door of the practice space. About two steps away, he felt a slight movement in his pocket, accompanied by a chirp, indicating a recently received message on his cell phone.
Not entirely in the mood to listen to other people, but dutifully aware that he should at least check to see who messaged him, Tuti brought out his phone and flipped it, automatically pressing the button to read the received text.
/Hey, sorry I’ve been out of touch. Phone broke. Long story. Text you later! ~Nagayama/
Maybe it had been the stress that had put such a damper on Tuti’s mood. Maybe it had been the fatigue, or the laundry, or the lack of cigarettes…
But that certainly didn’t explain the sudden boost of energy and unbidden smile dancing around Tuti’s eyes after looking at Takashi’s text message.
He guessed that maybe the day might turn out okay after all.
~End~
I would also like to take this opportunity to offer myself up as a beta, should anyone be in search of one. While I tend not to write much fanfiction myself, mainly because of lack of creativity, I'm a native English speaker and an avid fanfiction reader. So, if anyone would like someone to beta anything, please drop me a line either on my lj or at naoenagi@gmail.com .
Alright, intro is out of the way! I hope that people enjoy the fic. ^^
Agitated
By: Nagi (hughes_maes)
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Rating: G
Notes: This wreaks of over-used plots and meaningless introspective babble. On top of that, it’s not even long enough to make up for the fact that it’s a very stereotypical fic, though I do plan on writing a sequel or two. I’m very sorry for my inability to produce very good fic... That being said, this is dedicated to fencer_x for her constant contributions to this comm and for giving me tons of insight, links, and juicy gossip about Tuti, Nagayan, and *pnish*. Thank you! <3
Summary: Tuti muses on the reason for his bad mood.
Tuti hated, hated feeling like this.
Nothing seemed quite on track, like his movements were just a tad slow and off-beat. He saw much irony in this, as he was full of agitated energy and hadn’t sat down for nearly half an hour. At the rate he was going, the break in their *pnish* meeting was not going to be all that much of a rest. This, of course, only served to bother him more, since he knew he would perform better for practice if he’d been able to recharge with a bit of a breather.
Tuti breathed out a short sigh that resembled more a frustrated snort, reflecting that they might as well have just continued and not wasted all this time on a break that wasn’t accomplishing the very task for which breaks were created. He felt wrong, frazzled, really irritated, and he hated feeling like this.
He’d tried to come up with reasons to explain his agitation: he was overworked, he was tired, he’d had a very busy week, he still had laundry to do and no time to do it, he hadn’t had a free weekend in nearing a month, he hadn’t smoked in a few hours. All his reasons were true and more than enough to have built upon each other to culminate in this feeling of unrest and ill-temper. It could just be the fatigue and lack of free time. It could just be all the little things he’d meant to do and forgotten about until they’d become problems.
...But it could also have been that he hadn’t heard from Takashi in more than a week.
The ridiculous nature of this thought wasn’t lost of Tuti. Why the hell should his level of happiness be contingent on how often he hears from his friend? It’s not like he was worried about Takashi. He wasn’t! Both of them had incredibly busy schedules and really didn’t even get to meet and hang out together all that often in the first place. Sure, generally every few days there was a text message or maybe even a phone call just as a sort of update. A greeting, an acknowledgment that the other appreciates the contact and really does want to know what’s going on in their lives. Even with that, though, Tuti knew that he shouldn’t be this edgy when he’s only gone a week without hearing from his friend.
He also knew that he was being a bit stubborn by not just caving and texting Takashi himself, but it was an unspoken tradition that they would trade emails and texts until they had a chance to get together in person. After their meeting was done, they’d return to their routine of text and reply until the next lunch, dinner, or late night drink. Tuti’d been the last one in their most recent string of texts to send his reply, remarking on the extremely odd colour of green of a car he’d had the unfortunate experience of nearly being run over by on his way to practice nearly a week ago. Not that he’d needed, or expected a reply immediately, but after a few days of no new messages in his inbox from a very familiar number, his mood had taken a turn for the worse.
This was silly, it was stupid, it was juvenile, it was degrading and still, no matter how many adjectives Tuti attached to this feeling he was experiencing, he couldn’t shake his complete and utter agitation.
Resigning himself to a shoddy practice and more hours of discontented inner musings, Tuti rolled his shoulders in a vague attempt to loosen up and walked toward the door of the practice space. About two steps away, he felt a slight movement in his pocket, accompanied by a chirp, indicating a recently received message on his cell phone.
Not entirely in the mood to listen to other people, but dutifully aware that he should at least check to see who messaged him, Tuti brought out his phone and flipped it, automatically pressing the button to read the received text.
/Hey, sorry I’ve been out of touch. Phone broke. Long story. Text you later! ~Nagayama/
Maybe it had been the stress that had put such a damper on Tuti’s mood. Maybe it had been the fatigue, or the laundry, or the lack of cigarettes…
But that certainly didn’t explain the sudden boost of energy and unbidden smile dancing around Tuti’s eyes after looking at Takashi’s text message.
He guessed that maybe the day might turn out okay after all.
~End~