Christmas Drabbles Part 1
Title:Pirate Flags
Pairing: Keito x OC
Warning: Character death, violence
(inspired by the song of the same name by Eleventyseven)
For ohsojuicy21
“98, 99, 100,” she said softly under her breath. Opening her eyes, they took note of the chunks of dry wall splayed across the floor along with broken beer bottles. Running her bruised hand through her knotted hair she pulled herself from her spot on the hardwood floor and made her way to their bedroom.
Their bedroom. She couldn’t help but laugh at the concept.
How long had it been since he last shared it with her? How long had it been since he hadn’t come home smelling of cheap perfumes and hot pink lip stick stains along his jaw?
As she fell onto the bed of torn sheets and pillows, she laughed, hard, until tears trickled down her cheeks and sleep overcame her.
The apathetic sun woke her that morning, making their disagreement all the more apparent. As she attempted to check the time, soreness ached in her muscles. Not being able to move any further, she fell onto her back and looked at the white ceiling.
Click!
This was it!
“What the hell woman?! Why haven’t you cleaned this shit up yet?” He roared, “How do you bloody fucking expect me to--”He stopped, eyes wide.
There she stood, in the hallway with most of her weight held by the wall, panting heavily and a butcher’s knife in her hands.
“Shit, Kay. Put that thing down!”
“Why?” she croaked, “So you can keep treating me like one of those bottles you insisted on breaking over my head last night?”
He took a step backwards.
“Or, so you can keep sleeping with those cheap women that are riddled with syphilis and AIDS?”
“I … uh…”
“Tell me, Keito, why shouldn’t I put this down?” Kay took a step forward.
“Uh…um…ah…because…they’ll be sad. Yes, they’ll be sad, the thousands of fans all over the world! You don’t want to make them unhappy. That’s what you told me, that’s why you agreed to let me keep you a secret!”
Taking another unbalanced step closer, Kay clicked her tongue and shook her head, “Wrong answer, Mr. Okamoto.”
And she ran through the broken glass and dry wall, pinning him to his favourite object in the room. This very door.
Goodnight, Mr. Okamoto.
Title:Date
Pairing: Ryo Nishikido x Shigeaki Kato
For : dazehyde
Shige liked the library at night. The harsh glow of the white florescent lights kept him more awake than any large paper cup of coffee ever would. Also, the silence was soothing. Though, the repetitive, non-melodically rhythm of fingers on the hard wood desk broke all the concentration he had been attempting to maintain.
“Would you stop that already, Nishikido-kun?” he barked, snapping his cheap pen in half.
“Shige, for godsake, call me Ryo already.”
“Nishikido-kun,” he continued, “I am trying to finish this reading and I would very much like it if you let me read my textbook in peace.”
“I can’t do that.”
“And why the hell not?”
Ryo’s eyes down casted into his lap as he twirled his mechanical pencil between his fingers, “Because you haven’t answered me yet,” he mumbled, “It’s been 4 weeks, 2 days and 7 hours.”
Shige softened like butter under a heating lamp. Taking off his thick glasses, he looked at Ryo straight in the eyes, “Nish-”
“Just Ryo, please, Shige,” he pleaded.
“Ryo,” Shige tested, “going out with you is this important to you?”
Those desperate eyes suddenly turned a flame bringing Shige to experience a previously unknown fear of Ryo.
“I thought you were smart Kato,” Ryo barked, “of course it’s important to me! I like you! If you don’t like me back, it’s fine, but don’t make it sound like you’re doing me a favour.” He stood from his seat, picked up his own set of heavy textbooks and was about to walk away when…
“Ryo-chan, I like you too.”
Spinning on his heel, Ryo could feel his mouth pull into a smile.
“Now you can reset your counter,” Shige smiled and Ryo set his books back down onto the table.
He took his new partner’s face into his hands and left a gentle kiss to the other’s lips.
“I couldn’t hold back for another second.”
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Pairing: Keito x OC
Warning: Character death, violence
(inspired by the song of the same name by Eleventyseven)
For ohsojuicy21
“98, 99, 100,” she said softly under her breath. Opening her eyes, they took note of the chunks of dry wall splayed across the floor along with broken beer bottles. Running her bruised hand through her knotted hair she pulled herself from her spot on the hardwood floor and made her way to their bedroom.
Their bedroom. She couldn’t help but laugh at the concept.
How long had it been since he last shared it with her? How long had it been since he hadn’t come home smelling of cheap perfumes and hot pink lip stick stains along his jaw?
As she fell onto the bed of torn sheets and pillows, she laughed, hard, until tears trickled down her cheeks and sleep overcame her.
The apathetic sun woke her that morning, making their disagreement all the more apparent. As she attempted to check the time, soreness ached in her muscles. Not being able to move any further, she fell onto her back and looked at the white ceiling.
Click!
This was it!
“What the hell woman?! Why haven’t you cleaned this shit up yet?” He roared, “How do you bloody fucking expect me to--”He stopped, eyes wide.
There she stood, in the hallway with most of her weight held by the wall, panting heavily and a butcher’s knife in her hands.
“Shit, Kay. Put that thing down!”
“Why?” she croaked, “So you can keep treating me like one of those bottles you insisted on breaking over my head last night?”
He took a step backwards.
“Or, so you can keep sleeping with those cheap women that are riddled with syphilis and AIDS?”
“I … uh…”
“Tell me, Keito, why shouldn’t I put this down?” Kay took a step forward.
“Uh…um…ah…because…they’ll be sad. Yes, they’ll be sad, the thousands of fans all over the world! You don’t want to make them unhappy. That’s what you told me, that’s why you agreed to let me keep you a secret!”
Taking another unbalanced step closer, Kay clicked her tongue and shook her head, “Wrong answer, Mr. Okamoto.”
And she ran through the broken glass and dry wall, pinning him to his favourite object in the room. This very door.
Goodnight, Mr. Okamoto.
Title:Date
Pairing: Ryo Nishikido x Shigeaki Kato
For : dazehyde
Shige liked the library at night. The harsh glow of the white florescent lights kept him more awake than any large paper cup of coffee ever would. Also, the silence was soothing. Though, the repetitive, non-melodically rhythm of fingers on the hard wood desk broke all the concentration he had been attempting to maintain.
“Would you stop that already, Nishikido-kun?” he barked, snapping his cheap pen in half.
“Shige, for godsake, call me Ryo already.”
“Nishikido-kun,” he continued, “I am trying to finish this reading and I would very much like it if you let me read my textbook in peace.”
“I can’t do that.”
“And why the hell not?”
Ryo’s eyes down casted into his lap as he twirled his mechanical pencil between his fingers, “Because you haven’t answered me yet,” he mumbled, “It’s been 4 weeks, 2 days and 7 hours.”
Shige softened like butter under a heating lamp. Taking off his thick glasses, he looked at Ryo straight in the eyes, “Nish-”
“Just Ryo, please, Shige,” he pleaded.
“Ryo,” Shige tested, “going out with you is this important to you?”
Those desperate eyes suddenly turned a flame bringing Shige to experience a previously unknown fear of Ryo.
“I thought you were smart Kato,” Ryo barked, “of course it’s important to me! I like you! If you don’t like me back, it’s fine, but don’t make it sound like you’re doing me a favour.” He stood from his seat, picked up his own set of heavy textbooks and was about to walk away when…
“Ryo-chan, I like you too.”
Spinning on his heel, Ryo could feel his mouth pull into a smile.
“Now you can reset your counter,” Shige smiled and Ryo set his books back down onto the table.
He took his new partner’s face into his hands and left a gentle kiss to the other’s lips.
“I couldn’t hold back for another second.”
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