FIC/ART: Five Dumb Things Yohji Did... (R) for red_squared
Author: lady_ganesh
Recipient: red_squared
Title: Five Dumb Things Yohji Did (And One that Turned Out Pretty Great)
Rating: R
Characters: Yohji, Schuldig, Omi, Manx, Aya (surprise pairing at the end)
Summary: Welcome, strangers, to the show; I'm the one who should be lying low....
Warnings/Content: References to canon events from Kapitel post-Gluhen.
Word Count: 1462
Author's Notes: Thanks to emungere and lindentreeisle for betaing. As a special bonus, enjoy the song that inspired Red's prompt!
1. Saw the knives out, turned my back
The girl was already dead. Damn it. Sixteen years old was way too young to die, and the way those guys had used her first...Yohji swallowed, but it didn't keep down the bile.
"We've got to get out of here," Asuka said, her mouth drawing down in that familiar frown.
"We can't just leave now," Yohji protested. "We still don't know why this happened to her, we still don't know what these guys are doing--"
"We can figure that out later," Asuka said. "I've got a bad feeling about this, Yohji. We need to go."
"Do you really want to go to her parents with nothing? With this?"
Asuka's frown deepened. "No," she conceded. "All right. Ten minutes."
The gunmen found them within five.
2. Threw my hat into the ring
"I know you want revenge," the woman said. Damn, she was hot. He hadn't really let himself look much lately; it was too easy to see dead girls' eyes. "I know if you keep pursuing it this way, you'll die without ever reaching that goal. Is that really what you want?"
It wasn't. But what kind of people would he be working for? Did they really have all the power the woman claimed they did? "Why can't you guys do this? Why me?"
She uncrossed her legs. Not subtle, this lady. Smart, though. "They're strong," she said. "They're powerful. We need men who can take them on. Men with nothing to lose."
Well, that summed him up. "How many men do you have?"
"Just one, right now," she said. "You'll make two." Later, he'd realize just how loosely she'd been defining men.
"I'll think about it," he said, and took another sip of the expensive beer she'd bought him. "That's all."
"Of course," she said.
It sunk in later that he'd already signed his death warrant.
3. The one who should be lying low
Then there was the time he went looking for his porn magazines. In Omi's room.
4. Doesn't stop me from going through these things twice
"Persia thinks some time away from Japan might be helpful," Rex said gently.
We only have your best interests at heart, right? He missed Manx. She'd at least been honest with him. Most of the time.
"We have a serious problem in Europe. Your expertise could make the difference."
Isn't that what they always said? Why didn't she just say why don't you kill some white girls for a change? Yohji stared at his beer. "I don't care," he said into the smoke of the bar. "Buy me the tickets. I'll do it."
"If you're sure--" Rex said. What a joke.
"Just get the fuck out of here," he said, and closed his eyes.
5. Melted wax to fix my wings
It was hard to breathe. Fire. Why's it always fire?
He wasn't alone; he put his hand to his watch, but a voice in his head said stand down, Kudoh.
Schuldig. His hair was singed, and there were dark smudges on his face.
Yohji coughed out ash. He could feel Aya's sword under his arm; he couldn't die now. He'd promised.
"Get moving, idiot," Schuldig said. "Or we'll both die here."
"Yeah," he said, and forced his feet to move. "Okay."
They walked; slumped, really. Yohji could read Schuldig's injury in the way he moved. After a piece of falling debris almost took them both out he stepped back and wrapped an arm around Schuldig.
Schuldig didn't thank him, but he didn't say anything shitty, either. Point to me, Yohji thought.
"Is it really what you want?" Shuldig asked, as the smoke began clearing out. "To forget all of it?"
"Yeah," Yohji panted.
"Fine," Schuldig said, and for a moment Yohji thought no, but by then it was far too late.
1. Hung my heart on the moon
Ryou was walking through the store when he saw the man. Near his age, tall, handsome, looking through the pile of old books at the back of the shop. His red hair was greying a little, but Ryou still recognized him. "Hey," he said. "I know you. Knew you."
The guy shook his head no, but the shock of recognition in his eyes gave the lie to that.
"It's all right," he said. "You don't have to tell me all your secrets. I don't even remember mine. Can we just--"
Hell, the man was pretty. Violet eyes, sharp features; smart, you could tell just by looking at him. "I don't know you," he said, his expression even and calm. "I'm sorry, you must be mistaken."
The tell was in the way he set his mouth; Ryou remembered that. "I remember what you do when you lie," he said quietly. "Wouldn't you rather talk about this somewhere else?" He reached out and touched the man's arm, and there was a shock of familiarity in it, something deep and strong.
The man's gaze was turning into a glare. Any idiot would've left him alone. "Please," Ryou said, because suddenly it mattered, for more than just his curiosity. "Just, you know. We could just get something to eat."
The man scanned the shop with his eyes. "All right," he sighed. "Let me finish this."
Ryou waited just outside the door while the man paid. He limped, heavily; his left leg didn't move easily, and there was a slight hitch that seemed to indicate another injury. His hands moved with a smooth, careful grace, though, and he held himself straight, even when it looked
difficult to do so.
"I'm Itoh Ryou," he said, when the man came out. He held out his hand to take the guy's bag, but the man just shook his head no.
"Fujimiya," he said. "What are you doing on Phuket?"
"Seeing the sights," he said. "I won some money, and--" he gestured. "I wanted to see a little more of the world. I don't remember being outside of Japan."
Fujimiya nodded. "Your wife?"
"We're divorced." It'd been three years now. He'd quit his job and had been temping so he could spend more time drawing. Jumbo Draw tickets were the only luxury he'd allowed himself. He hadn't won the big pot, but it was still a hell of a lot of money. "You -- you have anybody?"
Fujimiya shook his head. He led Ryou down a series of side streets and alleys to a small house, with an equally small apartment upstairs. "You can sit down," he said, closing the door behind them. "You want tea?"
You were so pretty, Ryou thought -- remembered -- you almost didn't look human. "Sure," he said. "Thanks."
He watched as Fujimiya moved carefully around the kitchen, pouring the water into the hot pot, getting out the tea bags. The apartment was meticulously clean; that seemed familiar, too.
He should've sat down. He should have been respectful of Fujimiya, of his space, of the invitation that Fujimiya hadn't really wanted to give. He swallowed hard, and crossed the space between them instead.
As he pressed his lips to Fujimiya's, something in his brain said he would've gotten decked for this, ten years ago.
Fujimiya grabbed his shoulder hard enough to bruise and kissed him back.
"I'm not the same person as I was," Ryou said, when they parted, breathing hard, Fujimiya's face flushed and his pretty lips red.
"I'm not either," Fujimiya said.
The bed was tiny, barely enough room for men their height, but they made do.
"How long are you staying?" Fujimiya asked, as the sweat cooled from their bodies.
Ryou shifted his weight so he could see Fujimiya's face better. "Not sure. I don't really have anything to go back to. What about you, are you here for good?"
"I think so," he answered, reaching out and pushing Ryou's hair back from his face; a gesture of affection Ryou hadn't expected. "You could stay here for a while," he said. "If you wanted."
Ryou grinned. "I could buy you a bigger bed."
"You don't--"
"I'm kidding," Ryou said, though he wasn't, really. "Let's just have dinner first. We don't have to decide anything."
"All right," Fujimiya said, and pulled Ryou back into his arms.
Recipient: red_squared
Title: Five Dumb Things Yohji Did (And One that Turned Out Pretty Great)
Rating: R
Characters: Yohji, Schuldig, Omi, Manx, Aya (surprise pairing at the end)
Summary: Welcome, strangers, to the show; I'm the one who should be lying low....
Warnings/Content: References to canon events from Kapitel post-Gluhen.
Word Count: 1462
Author's Notes: Thanks to emungere and lindentreeisle for betaing. As a special bonus, enjoy the song that inspired Red's prompt!
1. Saw the knives out, turned my back
The girl was already dead. Damn it. Sixteen years old was way too young to die, and the way those guys had used her first...Yohji swallowed, but it didn't keep down the bile.
"We've got to get out of here," Asuka said, her mouth drawing down in that familiar frown.
"We can't just leave now," Yohji protested. "We still don't know why this happened to her, we still don't know what these guys are doing--"
"We can figure that out later," Asuka said. "I've got a bad feeling about this, Yohji. We need to go."
"Do you really want to go to her parents with nothing? With this?"
Asuka's frown deepened. "No," she conceded. "All right. Ten minutes."
The gunmen found them within five.
2. Threw my hat into the ring
"I know you want revenge," the woman said. Damn, she was hot. He hadn't really let himself look much lately; it was too easy to see dead girls' eyes. "I know if you keep pursuing it this way, you'll die without ever reaching that goal. Is that really what you want?"
It wasn't. But what kind of people would he be working for? Did they really have all the power the woman claimed they did? "Why can't you guys do this? Why me?"
She uncrossed her legs. Not subtle, this lady. Smart, though. "They're strong," she said. "They're powerful. We need men who can take them on. Men with nothing to lose."
Well, that summed him up. "How many men do you have?"
"Just one, right now," she said. "You'll make two." Later, he'd realize just how loosely she'd been defining men.
"I'll think about it," he said, and took another sip of the expensive beer she'd bought him. "That's all."
"Of course," she said.
It sunk in later that he'd already signed his death warrant.
3. The one who should be lying low
Then there was the time he went looking for his porn magazines. In Omi's room.
4. Doesn't stop me from going through these things twice
"Persia thinks some time away from Japan might be helpful," Rex said gently.
We only have your best interests at heart, right? He missed Manx. She'd at least been honest with him. Most of the time.
"We have a serious problem in Europe. Your expertise could make the difference."
Isn't that what they always said? Why didn't she just say why don't you kill some white girls for a change? Yohji stared at his beer. "I don't care," he said into the smoke of the bar. "Buy me the tickets. I'll do it."
"If you're sure--" Rex said. What a joke.
"Just get the fuck out of here," he said, and closed his eyes.
5. Melted wax to fix my wings
It was hard to breathe. Fire. Why's it always fire?
He wasn't alone; he put his hand to his watch, but a voice in his head said stand down, Kudoh.
Schuldig. His hair was singed, and there were dark smudges on his face.
Yohji coughed out ash. He could feel Aya's sword under his arm; he couldn't die now. He'd promised.
"Get moving, idiot," Schuldig said. "Or we'll both die here."
"Yeah," he said, and forced his feet to move. "Okay."
They walked; slumped, really. Yohji could read Schuldig's injury in the way he moved. After a piece of falling debris almost took them both out he stepped back and wrapped an arm around Schuldig.
Schuldig didn't thank him, but he didn't say anything shitty, either. Point to me, Yohji thought.
"Is it really what you want?" Shuldig asked, as the smoke began clearing out. "To forget all of it?"
"Yeah," Yohji panted.
"Fine," Schuldig said, and for a moment Yohji thought no, but by then it was far too late.
1. Hung my heart on the moon
Ryou was walking through the store when he saw the man. Near his age, tall, handsome, looking through the pile of old books at the back of the shop. His red hair was greying a little, but Ryou still recognized him. "Hey," he said. "I know you. Knew you."
The guy shook his head no, but the shock of recognition in his eyes gave the lie to that.
"It's all right," he said. "You don't have to tell me all your secrets. I don't even remember mine. Can we just--"
Hell, the man was pretty. Violet eyes, sharp features; smart, you could tell just by looking at him. "I don't know you," he said, his expression even and calm. "I'm sorry, you must be mistaken."
The tell was in the way he set his mouth; Ryou remembered that. "I remember what you do when you lie," he said quietly. "Wouldn't you rather talk about this somewhere else?" He reached out and touched the man's arm, and there was a shock of familiarity in it, something deep and strong.
The man's gaze was turning into a glare. Any idiot would've left him alone. "Please," Ryou said, because suddenly it mattered, for more than just his curiosity. "Just, you know. We could just get something to eat."
The man scanned the shop with his eyes. "All right," he sighed. "Let me finish this."
Ryou waited just outside the door while the man paid. He limped, heavily; his left leg didn't move easily, and there was a slight hitch that seemed to indicate another injury. His hands moved with a smooth, careful grace, though, and he held himself straight, even when it looked
difficult to do so.
"I'm Itoh Ryou," he said, when the man came out. He held out his hand to take the guy's bag, but the man just shook his head no.
"Fujimiya," he said. "What are you doing on Phuket?"
"Seeing the sights," he said. "I won some money, and--" he gestured. "I wanted to see a little more of the world. I don't remember being outside of Japan."
Fujimiya nodded. "Your wife?"
"We're divorced." It'd been three years now. He'd quit his job and had been temping so he could spend more time drawing. Jumbo Draw tickets were the only luxury he'd allowed himself. He hadn't won the big pot, but it was still a hell of a lot of money. "You -- you have anybody?"
Fujimiya shook his head. He led Ryou down a series of side streets and alleys to a small house, with an equally small apartment upstairs. "You can sit down," he said, closing the door behind them. "You want tea?"
You were so pretty, Ryou thought -- remembered -- you almost didn't look human. "Sure," he said. "Thanks."
He watched as Fujimiya moved carefully around the kitchen, pouring the water into the hot pot, getting out the tea bags. The apartment was meticulously clean; that seemed familiar, too.
He should've sat down. He should have been respectful of Fujimiya, of his space, of the invitation that Fujimiya hadn't really wanted to give. He swallowed hard, and crossed the space between them instead.
As he pressed his lips to Fujimiya's, something in his brain said he would've gotten decked for this, ten years ago.
Fujimiya grabbed his shoulder hard enough to bruise and kissed him back.
"I'm not the same person as I was," Ryou said, when they parted, breathing hard, Fujimiya's face flushed and his pretty lips red.
"I'm not either," Fujimiya said.
The bed was tiny, barely enough room for men their height, but they made do.
"How long are you staying?" Fujimiya asked, as the sweat cooled from their bodies.
Ryou shifted his weight so he could see Fujimiya's face better. "Not sure. I don't really have anything to go back to. What about you, are you here for good?"
"I think so," he answered, reaching out and pushing Ryou's hair back from his face; a gesture of affection Ryou hadn't expected. "You could stay here for a while," he said. "If you wanted."
Ryou grinned. "I could buy you a bigger bed."
"You don't--"
"I'm kidding," Ryou said, though he wasn't, really. "Let's just have dinner first. We don't have to decide anything."
"All right," Fujimiya said, and pulled Ryou back into his arms.