Two Tenipuri Drabbles
i guess pot_challenge is about the only thing i have time for anymore. life is cruel.
...drarry, anyone?
title: red white&
pairing: atofuji, tezuka
rating: pg13
notes: 2ndplace, lewis carroll style because :keyboardmashing:he is amazing.
"I think we have trouble communicating," said Fuji from his couch; it was blood red in a white room with blinding walls, and he had lain down three minutes after his arrival.
"Oh?" the doctor said, "and how does that make you feel?"
"Vaguely troubled," admitted Fuji, "What do you think?"
"I'm here to listen," said the doctor.
"Oh." Fuji said with a trace of remorse. "He likes his women, you know."
-----
There was a party at the Residence that night, which Fuji attended and did not enjoy, though he had not expected to anyway.
"He likes his women young," Tezuka said.
"They are better young," said Fuji and rested his arms on the white marble balcony. "It is good wine," he said and emptied the cup.
"Your lips are bleeding," said Tezuka.
"It's the wine." said Fuji.
"He likes his women young," said Tezuka.
"They are better that way," said Fuji and knew that Atobe would finish with her before midnight; he would climb into Fuji's bed smelling of fresh sex and perfume and the next time Fuji surfaced, he would smell dead flowers and Atobe.
-----
"Is it the fidelity?" said the doctor.
"No." said Fuji. "I think it's the communication."
"But if you did communicate," said the doctor, "would you want him to be faithful?"
"Is that a possibility?" asked Fuji.
-----
There was a set table on the third floor, second corridor, first room of the Residence that night, Fuji's doing of white plates and scarlet roses, lightly perfumed candles that smelled like burnt and flowers. Romance, thought Fuji, is a act better left for one.
"I have a date with Natalie tonight," said Atobe, "We'll be home late."
"Oh," said Fuji.
"Wait up," said Atobe.
"Of course," said Fuji. He put away the unused plates and swept up the rose petals (they were dark and so smooth) and he straightened the table. I will do this again tomorrow, he thought, and climbed into bed.
-----
"That was last night," said Fuji.
"Do you love him?" said the doctor.
"Perhaps," said Fuji. "He's like a virus."
"Plague," said the doctor.
"Love," said Fuji.
-----
"I'm going," said Fuji quietly.
"Where?" said Atobe.
"The doctor." said Fuji.
"You waste my money," Atobe said, "seeing that psychiatrist."
"Sorry." said Fuji. "I think I may be sick."
"Oh." said Atobe. "Then go."
"Thank you," said Fuji, and closed the door and wept.
title: mirrorimage
pairing: d1
rating: pg13
notes: ah. 3rd place. didn't come out as i wanted it to. fu.
It does not surprise Yagyuu when his mirror image laughs and gives him the middle finger, obscenely hops on one leg or makes gruesome faces that involve inordinate amounts of tongue. By study of physics, Yagyuu knows, his mirror image is merely light rays reflecting off both himself and the mirror to create an identical image in every way but direction. Yagyuu raises his left arm. His mirror image lifts its right.
Yagyuu smiles and turns in soon afterwards, but that is not important.
---
There are days when Yagyuu lives Niou's life, from mornings when he climbs out of Niou's warm and often sticky bed to nights when he climbs back in. In-between are moments when Yagyuu nods at Niou, who is and can only be Yagyuu, and sends him off to the Yagyuu residence. The rest of the day follows progressively, trickles of mischief that blossom when Yagyuu (Niou) arrives in a freshly pressed shirt, double-lunch in hand.
They eat lunch on the roof, but that is not important.
---
Yagyuu enjoys the freedom that is Niou's clothing, not only the extra room of a shirt that could fit one point three eight Nious exactly, but the advantages that come with extra space and rope. Yagyuu is not sure what Niou receives in return; he thinks it may be seeing Yagyuu happily insane and fast dropping (Yagyuu notes, he should talk to Niou about Good Intentions), but that notion is too romantic to survive in Niou's mind.
Yagyuu decides that Niou must enjoy the solidity that being Yagyuu in Yagyuu's stiff-necked clothing gives.
He is sure this is a wrong answer, but that is not important.
---
Sometimes Yagyuu wonders if there is a difference between the mirror image that is him at the Yagyuu residence or the image that is him at Niou's home. There must be, Yagyuu decides, for there is no light in Niou's room once the sun sets (there are no windows and that makes sneaking up all the more interesting) and it is almost superfluous in Yagyuu's suite; there is no image in Yagyuu's mirror at night, but always one in Niou's.
Sometimes Yagyuu wonders if his mirror image is truly Niou on the other side, smiling and mouthing words that aren't fit to be repeated, but that is not important.
...drarry, anyone?
title: red white&
pairing: atofuji, tezuka
rating: pg13
notes: 2ndplace, lewis carroll style because :keyboardmashing:he is amazing.
"I think we have trouble communicating," said Fuji from his couch; it was blood red in a white room with blinding walls, and he had lain down three minutes after his arrival.
"Oh?" the doctor said, "and how does that make you feel?"
"Vaguely troubled," admitted Fuji, "What do you think?"
"I'm here to listen," said the doctor.
"Oh." Fuji said with a trace of remorse. "He likes his women, you know."
-----
There was a party at the Residence that night, which Fuji attended and did not enjoy, though he had not expected to anyway.
"He likes his women young," Tezuka said.
"They are better young," said Fuji and rested his arms on the white marble balcony. "It is good wine," he said and emptied the cup.
"Your lips are bleeding," said Tezuka.
"It's the wine." said Fuji.
"He likes his women young," said Tezuka.
"They are better that way," said Fuji and knew that Atobe would finish with her before midnight; he would climb into Fuji's bed smelling of fresh sex and perfume and the next time Fuji surfaced, he would smell dead flowers and Atobe.
-----
"Is it the fidelity?" said the doctor.
"No." said Fuji. "I think it's the communication."
"But if you did communicate," said the doctor, "would you want him to be faithful?"
"Is that a possibility?" asked Fuji.
-----
There was a set table on the third floor, second corridor, first room of the Residence that night, Fuji's doing of white plates and scarlet roses, lightly perfumed candles that smelled like burnt and flowers. Romance, thought Fuji, is a act better left for one.
"I have a date with Natalie tonight," said Atobe, "We'll be home late."
"Oh," said Fuji.
"Wait up," said Atobe.
"Of course," said Fuji. He put away the unused plates and swept up the rose petals (they were dark and so smooth) and he straightened the table. I will do this again tomorrow, he thought, and climbed into bed.
-----
"That was last night," said Fuji.
"Do you love him?" said the doctor.
"Perhaps," said Fuji. "He's like a virus."
"Plague," said the doctor.
"Love," said Fuji.
-----
"I'm going," said Fuji quietly.
"Where?" said Atobe.
"The doctor." said Fuji.
"You waste my money," Atobe said, "seeing that psychiatrist."
"Sorry." said Fuji. "I think I may be sick."
"Oh." said Atobe. "Then go."
"Thank you," said Fuji, and closed the door and wept.
title: mirrorimage
pairing: d1
rating: pg13
notes: ah. 3rd place. didn't come out as i wanted it to. fu.
It does not surprise Yagyuu when his mirror image laughs and gives him the middle finger, obscenely hops on one leg or makes gruesome faces that involve inordinate amounts of tongue. By study of physics, Yagyuu knows, his mirror image is merely light rays reflecting off both himself and the mirror to create an identical image in every way but direction. Yagyuu raises his left arm. His mirror image lifts its right.
Yagyuu smiles and turns in soon afterwards, but that is not important.
---
There are days when Yagyuu lives Niou's life, from mornings when he climbs out of Niou's warm and often sticky bed to nights when he climbs back in. In-between are moments when Yagyuu nods at Niou, who is and can only be Yagyuu, and sends him off to the Yagyuu residence. The rest of the day follows progressively, trickles of mischief that blossom when Yagyuu (Niou) arrives in a freshly pressed shirt, double-lunch in hand.
They eat lunch on the roof, but that is not important.
---
Yagyuu enjoys the freedom that is Niou's clothing, not only the extra room of a shirt that could fit one point three eight Nious exactly, but the advantages that come with extra space and rope. Yagyuu is not sure what Niou receives in return; he thinks it may be seeing Yagyuu happily insane and fast dropping (Yagyuu notes, he should talk to Niou about Good Intentions), but that notion is too romantic to survive in Niou's mind.
Yagyuu decides that Niou must enjoy the solidity that being Yagyuu in Yagyuu's stiff-necked clothing gives.
He is sure this is a wrong answer, but that is not important.
---
Sometimes Yagyuu wonders if there is a difference between the mirror image that is him at the Yagyuu residence or the image that is him at Niou's home. There must be, Yagyuu decides, for there is no light in Niou's room once the sun sets (there are no windows and that makes sneaking up all the more interesting) and it is almost superfluous in Yagyuu's suite; there is no image in Yagyuu's mirror at night, but always one in Niou's.
Sometimes Yagyuu wonders if his mirror image is truly Niou on the other side, smiling and mouthing words that aren't fit to be repeated, but that is not important.