FIC WEEK, DAY FIVE: [Ryo/Uchi] Homecoming
So after the Matrix wip thing, you're getting a ton of sap. XD I started with a Ryo/Yamapi/Jin scene of silliness about Uchi and then it turned into this and I had to ditch that scene entirely. My brain doesn’t make sense to me, either.
Title: Homecoming
Pairing: Ryo/Uchi, but mainly gen.
Rating: PG-13, for swearing
Warning: Sap. Lots of it.
Summary: Uchi had seven people to tell his good news to, first.
Note: For ilanabean42, because I keep saying I’ll write things for you and never follow through. Much thanks to araanaz9 and beckerbell who all allowed me to bother them about this, especially acchikocchi who was extraordinarily patient as I whined to her.
When they gave Uchi the news that he might be coming back, Uchi nearly cried. Instead, he made a list of people he had to tell. Starting at the top were seven names of seven people who had waited years for this news.
***
Yoko was uncharacteristically silent when he found out.
“Yoko?” Uchi said warily, waving a hand in his face.
He blinked. “What?”
“Are you okay?” Uchi peered at him. “It’s just I know you’re surprised at all, and I know things take twice as long to filter into your brain as they do to everyone else’s but -”
“You bastard,” Yoko said, before grabbing Uchi by the neck and putting him into a headlock, his other hand closing into a fist and burying into Uchi’s hair, giving him the classic Special Kimi Noogie.
“Watch the hair!” Uchi yelped, squirming around in vain. He twisted out of Yoko’s hold, smoothing down his hair furiously. “It took me ages to get it right -”
“I should give you the Double Kimi Special,” Yoko said.
“I say I’m coming back and you’re hurting me already,” Uchi said, pouting.
“Shut up,” Yoko said, and then kissed him noisily on the cheek.
Uchi flailed around, making horrified faces at Yoko, rubbing his wet cheek. He tried, and failed to stop smiling. “Miss you too,” he said. “Didn’t miss that, though.”
“Shut up and give me a kiss,” Yoko said.
***
When Uchi told Maru he was coming back, he didn’t even have any time to tell him about the maybes, the uncertainties; the fact that it was only a drama, it didn’t have to mean anything, before Maru flew at him and enveloped him in a hug so tight, Uchi couldn’t breathe properly.
Maru laughed into his shoulder and punched him on the arm. “Missed you,” he said. He sounded like he was about to cry. “Missed you a lot.”
“Ow,” Uchi said, his shoulders shaking. He wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t -
He did anyway.
(“Seriously,” Kusano said, grinning. “You’ve got to stop this crying thing, Uchi.”
Uchi declared war and leapt at him.)
***
Yasu cried.
Uchi cried.
Yasu cried more.
Hina hit the both of them.
“Enough with the crying already,” he said, looking suspiciously teary eyed himself. He shoved tissues at both Yasu and Uchi and made them wipe up their faces. Then, when they were more or less had stopped crying, he swept the both of them up into tight hugs.
“Missed you,” he said warmly. “And I’ll hit you if you both start crying again, I mean it,” he added, when Yasu started sniffling (but they all knew he didn’t mean it).
***
It had always been strikingly easy to tell Subaru anything. Not because he was especially close to Subaru or anything (though, they all were close), but because it was Subaru and he listened. Other people listened to noise, music. Subaru listened to silences, the space in between notes.
“It’s real, right?” he said at last. “Really real?”
Uchi’s throat was sticky.
Subaru dragged their hands together and entwined their fingers, sliding around until he could grip Uchi’s wrists, grip them in his small, callused hands. His hands were fiery hot and dry, cracked like the desert floor.
He released Uchi’s hands when Uchi whined at him, quietly. There were faint imprints in the shape of thumbs on Uchi’s wrists. He looked away.
Uchi pulled Subaru’s head to his shoulder, made him close his eyes. “I want to come home,” he said quietly.
Subaru didn’t say anything for a long time.
***
Telling Ohkura was surprisingly easy after Subaru.
Ohkura tilted his head to a side, and regarded Uchi warmly. “I’m glad,” he said, and smiled. “Really glad. Trying to dance with an imaginary space in our formation was a bitch.”
“Trying to pretend I was at your concert when I was at home on my couch was a bitch, too,” Uchi said.
“Did I say I missed you?” Ohkura said, “Because that’s a complete lie.”
Uchi threw a pillow at him.
***
Uchi put off telling Ryo for as long as he could (which unfortunately wasn’t very long, especially in a place like the Jimusho where gossip usually took about half a day to make it through the entire company). It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell Ryo; he did, but that it was Ryo. Ryo always made things complicated.
“Arsehole,” Ryo said, waking him first thing in the morning by hammering on his front door.
Uchi rubbed the sleep from his eyes, yawning. “Morning Ryo -”
Ryo brushed past him.
“…And invite yourself in, obviously,” Uchi mumbled, uncurling himself from his position against the door frame and following Ryo to his living room.
Ryo had sat himself down and when Uchi stumbled in, stared at him for a long moment. “What the hell is everyone talking about?” he said.
Uchi blinked. “About what?”
“You.”
“Oh?” he said. Then he got it. “Oh.” He was wide awake now. “That.”
“Yes,” Ryo said impatiently. “That. What the fuck is going on and why didn’t you tell me first?”
“Ry-”
“I’m your friend, right?” Ryo asked before he could help it.
Uchi flinched.
Ryo looked horrified with himself.
“Uchi-”
Uchi tried really, really hard not to cry.
“Fuck,” Ryo said. “Fuck. Uchi - will you look at me?”
His voice softened. “Please?”
Uchi shuffled over, sinking into the seat next to Ryo quietly. When Ryo tried to take his sleeve, he drew away.
“I -” Ryo stopped. Breathed. “I’m sorry. Really sorry. It’s just - everyone knew before I did.” His face twisted in frustration.
Uchi looked up at him. “I wanted to tell you first,” he said unsteadily. “But I didn’t know if it meant I was coming back or if it was only a stupid drama and meant nothing and I didn’t know what would happen if I couldn’t come back and I didn’t know how to tell you so I didn’t say anything -”
Ryo’s face was slack with surprise. Then, he put a finger on Uchi’s lips, and forced him to stop.
“Hey,” he said, softly. His other hand reached up and rubbed Uchi’s tears away. “It’s okay.”
Uchi looked at him, eyes wide and anxious; face pale. “But what if I never get to come back?” he said, voice getting increasingly shriller. “What then, Ryo? What?”
“You will,” Ryo said. Uchi fell silent because was a conviction in Ryo’s voice that he didn’t recognize. “It might not be now, or tomorrow, or even this year. But you will.”
When Uchi opened his mouth to protest, Ryo snapped, “You will.”
Uchi stared at him.
Then, the edges of his mouth tugged up into a small, teary smile.
“And now,” Ryo said, pained. “Never make me say any of that again. I feel as stupid as Akanishi when he blubbered through all of Titanic.”
“Ryo-chan’s sweet,” Uchi said, trying not smile.
“Shut up,” Ryo grumbled. “And get over here before I decide not to give you a damned hug.”
Uchi ducked his head, smiling, but he obliged.
“I missed you,” he said.
“No more sappy shit,” Ryo said, but he tightened his arms around him anyway, and propped his chin on Uchi’s shoulder.
Then, when Uchi wasn’t looking, he smiled.
Title: Homecoming
Pairing: Ryo/Uchi, but mainly gen.
Rating: PG-13, for swearing
Warning: Sap. Lots of it.
Summary: Uchi had seven people to tell his good news to, first.
Note: For ilanabean42, because I keep saying I’ll write things for you and never follow through. Much thanks to araanaz9 and beckerbell who all allowed me to bother them about this, especially acchikocchi who was extraordinarily patient as I whined to her.
When they gave Uchi the news that he might be coming back, Uchi nearly cried. Instead, he made a list of people he had to tell. Starting at the top were seven names of seven people who had waited years for this news.
***
Yoko was uncharacteristically silent when he found out.
“Yoko?” Uchi said warily, waving a hand in his face.
He blinked. “What?”
“Are you okay?” Uchi peered at him. “It’s just I know you’re surprised at all, and I know things take twice as long to filter into your brain as they do to everyone else’s but -”
“You bastard,” Yoko said, before grabbing Uchi by the neck and putting him into a headlock, his other hand closing into a fist and burying into Uchi’s hair, giving him the classic Special Kimi Noogie.
“Watch the hair!” Uchi yelped, squirming around in vain. He twisted out of Yoko’s hold, smoothing down his hair furiously. “It took me ages to get it right -”
“I should give you the Double Kimi Special,” Yoko said.
“I say I’m coming back and you’re hurting me already,” Uchi said, pouting.
“Shut up,” Yoko said, and then kissed him noisily on the cheek.
Uchi flailed around, making horrified faces at Yoko, rubbing his wet cheek. He tried, and failed to stop smiling. “Miss you too,” he said. “Didn’t miss that, though.”
“Shut up and give me a kiss,” Yoko said.
***
When Uchi told Maru he was coming back, he didn’t even have any time to tell him about the maybes, the uncertainties; the fact that it was only a drama, it didn’t have to mean anything, before Maru flew at him and enveloped him in a hug so tight, Uchi couldn’t breathe properly.
Maru laughed into his shoulder and punched him on the arm. “Missed you,” he said. He sounded like he was about to cry. “Missed you a lot.”
“Ow,” Uchi said, his shoulders shaking. He wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t -
He did anyway.
(“Seriously,” Kusano said, grinning. “You’ve got to stop this crying thing, Uchi.”
Uchi declared war and leapt at him.)
***
Yasu cried.
Uchi cried.
Yasu cried more.
Hina hit the both of them.
“Enough with the crying already,” he said, looking suspiciously teary eyed himself. He shoved tissues at both Yasu and Uchi and made them wipe up their faces. Then, when they were more or less had stopped crying, he swept the both of them up into tight hugs.
“Missed you,” he said warmly. “And I’ll hit you if you both start crying again, I mean it,” he added, when Yasu started sniffling (but they all knew he didn’t mean it).
***
It had always been strikingly easy to tell Subaru anything. Not because he was especially close to Subaru or anything (though, they all were close), but because it was Subaru and he listened. Other people listened to noise, music. Subaru listened to silences, the space in between notes.
“It’s real, right?” he said at last. “Really real?”
Uchi’s throat was sticky.
Subaru dragged their hands together and entwined their fingers, sliding around until he could grip Uchi’s wrists, grip them in his small, callused hands. His hands were fiery hot and dry, cracked like the desert floor.
He released Uchi’s hands when Uchi whined at him, quietly. There were faint imprints in the shape of thumbs on Uchi’s wrists. He looked away.
Uchi pulled Subaru’s head to his shoulder, made him close his eyes. “I want to come home,” he said quietly.
Subaru didn’t say anything for a long time.
***
Telling Ohkura was surprisingly easy after Subaru.
Ohkura tilted his head to a side, and regarded Uchi warmly. “I’m glad,” he said, and smiled. “Really glad. Trying to dance with an imaginary space in our formation was a bitch.”
“Trying to pretend I was at your concert when I was at home on my couch was a bitch, too,” Uchi said.
“Did I say I missed you?” Ohkura said, “Because that’s a complete lie.”
Uchi threw a pillow at him.
***
Uchi put off telling Ryo for as long as he could (which unfortunately wasn’t very long, especially in a place like the Jimusho where gossip usually took about half a day to make it through the entire company). It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell Ryo; he did, but that it was Ryo. Ryo always made things complicated.
“Arsehole,” Ryo said, waking him first thing in the morning by hammering on his front door.
Uchi rubbed the sleep from his eyes, yawning. “Morning Ryo -”
Ryo brushed past him.
“…And invite yourself in, obviously,” Uchi mumbled, uncurling himself from his position against the door frame and following Ryo to his living room.
Ryo had sat himself down and when Uchi stumbled in, stared at him for a long moment. “What the hell is everyone talking about?” he said.
Uchi blinked. “About what?”
“You.”
“Oh?” he said. Then he got it. “Oh.” He was wide awake now. “That.”
“Yes,” Ryo said impatiently. “That. What the fuck is going on and why didn’t you tell me first?”
“Ry-”
“I’m your friend, right?” Ryo asked before he could help it.
Uchi flinched.
Ryo looked horrified with himself.
“Uchi-”
Uchi tried really, really hard not to cry.
“Fuck,” Ryo said. “Fuck. Uchi - will you look at me?”
His voice softened. “Please?”
Uchi shuffled over, sinking into the seat next to Ryo quietly. When Ryo tried to take his sleeve, he drew away.
“I -” Ryo stopped. Breathed. “I’m sorry. Really sorry. It’s just - everyone knew before I did.” His face twisted in frustration.
Uchi looked up at him. “I wanted to tell you first,” he said unsteadily. “But I didn’t know if it meant I was coming back or if it was only a stupid drama and meant nothing and I didn’t know what would happen if I couldn’t come back and I didn’t know how to tell you so I didn’t say anything -”
Ryo’s face was slack with surprise. Then, he put a finger on Uchi’s lips, and forced him to stop.
“Hey,” he said, softly. His other hand reached up and rubbed Uchi’s tears away. “It’s okay.”
Uchi looked at him, eyes wide and anxious; face pale. “But what if I never get to come back?” he said, voice getting increasingly shriller. “What then, Ryo? What?”
“You will,” Ryo said. Uchi fell silent because was a conviction in Ryo’s voice that he didn’t recognize. “It might not be now, or tomorrow, or even this year. But you will.”
When Uchi opened his mouth to protest, Ryo snapped, “You will.”
Uchi stared at him.
Then, the edges of his mouth tugged up into a small, teary smile.
“And now,” Ryo said, pained. “Never make me say any of that again. I feel as stupid as Akanishi when he blubbered through all of Titanic.”
“Ryo-chan’s sweet,” Uchi said, trying not smile.
“Shut up,” Ryo grumbled. “And get over here before I decide not to give you a damned hug.”
Uchi ducked his head, smiling, but he obliged.
“I missed you,” he said.
“No more sappy shit,” Ryo said, but he tightened his arms around him anyway, and propped his chin on Uchi’s shoulder.
Then, when Uchi wasn’t looking, he smiled.