fkmt drabbles
I'm taking requests for fkmt drabbles [over in my journal], but these are ones I have done already.
Akagi x Yasuoka
He has long fingers, gambler's hands. For the rest of the kid's asceticism of appearance, his fingernails are trimmed and clean.
Yasuoka glances over, watching the mahjong player pick up and examine the transparent tiles, his mind briefly wandering from Washizu's enthused explanation of the game.
"Yes, Yasuoka-san?" Akagi asks, turning to the cop, pressing the pad of his thumb against the indented pattern on the tile.
Yasuoka swallows, shifting in his seat.
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Akagi x Nangou
After the game, Nangou puts him up for the night. It’s not good for a kid to be out on his own, the man insists.
Akagi emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, wrapped in a robe too big for him, toweling off his hair. He hears a noise coming from the kitchen and peaks inside.
“The length of the night and the yearning of love... Pouring sake for myself as I'm accustomed... The memories dripping, dripping...” Nangou hums tunelessly to himself, scraping eggs off the bottom of a worn pan.
Akagi coughs, and Nangou drops the spatula.
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Akagi x Nangou
“What are you doing in a factory?” Nangou asks, still dumbfounded.
“Working,” Akagi replies through a mouthful of noodles.
Nangou sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, but... Why? What happened to all of the money you won?”
“I spent it.”
“You spent it? All of it?” Nangou blinks. “On what?”
Akagi shrugs. “It doesn’t matter now. The money’s all gone.”
“So that’s why you’re working in a toy factory...” Nangou sighs, his own meal untouched. He’s not feeling hungry anymore. What does a thirteen-year old kid spend two million yen on anyway? He knows he shouldn’t ask.
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Endou x Kaiji
“...you’re fuckin’ sick,” Kaiji spits. He immediately turns around and stomps towards the office door.
Endou chuckles, unfazed. “Ten percent off,” he reminds the kid. “That saves you, what? Five years of slaving away at some dead end job? Five extra years of freedom, to have your own life, to do what you wish... Many would do worse for that.”
Kaiji pauses, swallowing thickly, fingers twitching over the doorknob.
“Twenty percent...” he whispers, trying to keep the bile from rising in his throat.
“Fifteen.”
Kaiji hisses, his shoulders hunched. “...Seventeen.”
Endou smirks. “Deal.”
Kaiji shudders, and slowly turns back around...
----
Yasuoka x Nangou
“That kid is something, isn’t he?” Yasuoka asks, pocketing his share of the eight million.
“Hmm? Oh, yes,” Nangou replies, snapping out his thoughts. He finds himself standing out near the courtyard of the restaurant, the crooked cop next to him lighting a cigarette. Akagi left immediately after the game.
“Quite a little arrangement we have,” Yasuoka continues, smirking at the other man. “We could really make it work in both our favor.”
Nangou blinks. “I guess...”
Yasuoka grins, pulling out a card from his pocket. “If you’re interested...” he says, pushing the card into Nangou’s hands, then walks away.
----
Akagi x Nangou
After the game, Nangou puts him up for the night. It’s not good for a kid to be out on his own, the man insists.
Akagi emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, wrapped in a robe too big for him, toweling off his hair. He hears a noise coming from the kitchen and peaks inside.
“The length of the night and the yearning of love... Pouring sake for myself as I'm accustomed... The memories dripping, dripping...” Nangou hums tunelessly to himself, scraping eggs off the bottom of a worn pan.
Akagi coughs, and Nangou drops the spatula.
----
Akagi x Nangou
Nangou didn’t expect him to taste like soda. There are a lot of things about this situation he didn’t expect, but he’s most surprised about the soda.
“A-Akagi?” he whispers, watching the boy’s unsettling eyes glint in the darkness.
“You’re awake,” Akagi murmurs, straightening his back. “ Can I sleep in here with you? The futon you gave me feels like a rock.”
----
Old!Akagi x Young!Ichikawa
The kid with the long black hair is there again, sitting at one of the back tables.
“Need a fourth player?” Akagi offers, smirking down at him.
The kid chuckles, looking up at him over his dark sunglasses. “Go right ahead, man.”
Akagi takes a seat, smoothing out his white pinstriped trousers. “Shouldn’t you be in high school?” Akagi asks, setting up his starting hand.
The kid chuckles. “In this economy? No way, this pays a lot better.”
The old man laughs softly. “Suppose you’re right... What’s your name?”
The kid slips off his sunglasses, eyes gleaming at Akagi. “Ichikawa.”
----
Gai x doggie!Zero (see emlan's [fkmt doggies])
The mutt showed up a few days ago and wouldn’t go away. It must have had an owner, Gai figures, to be so unafraid of strangers. Having a dog to guard the place is useful, too.
Gai finds an old frisbee in the trash behind the apartment building and tosses it towards the mutt. Well-trained, the dog catches and returns it. He tries a few variations, whipping it as far as he can, and the dog never fails to catch it.
“Zero,” he decides, scratching the dog’s ears as they lay on the tatami mats. “Since you never miss.”
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Kaiji x Sahara
“Don’t,” Kaiji murmurs, not opening his eyes.
Sahara looks back at him, pulling his fingers away from the radio dial.
Kaiji takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. Strewn around him are empty beer bottles, yakitori sticks, candy bar wrappers. He rests a hand on his full stomach, sleepy, content.
Sahara sighs and lays down, picking up a magazine.
"Don’t,” Kaiji repeats, fearful that this will shatter like glass at any moment. “Just lay here.”
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Young!Washizu x Young!Ichikawa
“What happened?” the police commissioner asks impatiently.
The kid chuckles bitterly, a bandage hastily wrapped over his eyes, long strands of dark hair hanging in his face. “I think you can guess, man.”
Washizu curls his lip, tightening his gloved fist against the table. “Tell me.”
The kid just smirks, silent.
“You little punk...” Washizu snarls, stepping around the table and wrenching the kid from the chair by his collar. “Where’d you get the gun?”
“Where’d you get this uniform?” the kid retorts, smoothing his handcuffed hands over the fabric. “Nice...”
Washizu hisses, dropping the kid like he’d been burned.
----
Enjoy!
Akagi x Yasuoka
He has long fingers, gambler's hands. For the rest of the kid's asceticism of appearance, his fingernails are trimmed and clean.
Yasuoka glances over, watching the mahjong player pick up and examine the transparent tiles, his mind briefly wandering from Washizu's enthused explanation of the game.
"Yes, Yasuoka-san?" Akagi asks, turning to the cop, pressing the pad of his thumb against the indented pattern on the tile.
Yasuoka swallows, shifting in his seat.
----
Akagi x Nangou
After the game, Nangou puts him up for the night. It’s not good for a kid to be out on his own, the man insists.
Akagi emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, wrapped in a robe too big for him, toweling off his hair. He hears a noise coming from the kitchen and peaks inside.
“The length of the night and the yearning of love... Pouring sake for myself as I'm accustomed... The memories dripping, dripping...” Nangou hums tunelessly to himself, scraping eggs off the bottom of a worn pan.
Akagi coughs, and Nangou drops the spatula.
----
Akagi x Nangou
“What are you doing in a factory?” Nangou asks, still dumbfounded.
“Working,” Akagi replies through a mouthful of noodles.
Nangou sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, but... Why? What happened to all of the money you won?”
“I spent it.”
“You spent it? All of it?” Nangou blinks. “On what?”
Akagi shrugs. “It doesn’t matter now. The money’s all gone.”
“So that’s why you’re working in a toy factory...” Nangou sighs, his own meal untouched. He’s not feeling hungry anymore. What does a thirteen-year old kid spend two million yen on anyway? He knows he shouldn’t ask.
----
Endou x Kaiji
“...you’re fuckin’ sick,” Kaiji spits. He immediately turns around and stomps towards the office door.
Endou chuckles, unfazed. “Ten percent off,” he reminds the kid. “That saves you, what? Five years of slaving away at some dead end job? Five extra years of freedom, to have your own life, to do what you wish... Many would do worse for that.”
Kaiji pauses, swallowing thickly, fingers twitching over the doorknob.
“Twenty percent...” he whispers, trying to keep the bile from rising in his throat.
“Fifteen.”
Kaiji hisses, his shoulders hunched. “...Seventeen.”
Endou smirks. “Deal.”
Kaiji shudders, and slowly turns back around...
----
Yasuoka x Nangou
“That kid is something, isn’t he?” Yasuoka asks, pocketing his share of the eight million.
“Hmm? Oh, yes,” Nangou replies, snapping out his thoughts. He finds himself standing out near the courtyard of the restaurant, the crooked cop next to him lighting a cigarette. Akagi left immediately after the game.
“Quite a little arrangement we have,” Yasuoka continues, smirking at the other man. “We could really make it work in both our favor.”
Nangou blinks. “I guess...”
Yasuoka grins, pulling out a card from his pocket. “If you’re interested...” he says, pushing the card into Nangou’s hands, then walks away.
----
Akagi x Nangou
After the game, Nangou puts him up for the night. It’s not good for a kid to be out on his own, the man insists.
Akagi emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, wrapped in a robe too big for him, toweling off his hair. He hears a noise coming from the kitchen and peaks inside.
“The length of the night and the yearning of love... Pouring sake for myself as I'm accustomed... The memories dripping, dripping...” Nangou hums tunelessly to himself, scraping eggs off the bottom of a worn pan.
Akagi coughs, and Nangou drops the spatula.
----
Akagi x Nangou
Nangou didn’t expect him to taste like soda. There are a lot of things about this situation he didn’t expect, but he’s most surprised about the soda.
“A-Akagi?” he whispers, watching the boy’s unsettling eyes glint in the darkness.
“You’re awake,” Akagi murmurs, straightening his back. “ Can I sleep in here with you? The futon you gave me feels like a rock.”
----
Old!Akagi x Young!Ichikawa
The kid with the long black hair is there again, sitting at one of the back tables.
“Need a fourth player?” Akagi offers, smirking down at him.
The kid chuckles, looking up at him over his dark sunglasses. “Go right ahead, man.”
Akagi takes a seat, smoothing out his white pinstriped trousers. “Shouldn’t you be in high school?” Akagi asks, setting up his starting hand.
The kid chuckles. “In this economy? No way, this pays a lot better.”
The old man laughs softly. “Suppose you’re right... What’s your name?”
The kid slips off his sunglasses, eyes gleaming at Akagi. “Ichikawa.”
----
Gai x doggie!Zero (see emlan's [fkmt doggies])
The mutt showed up a few days ago and wouldn’t go away. It must have had an owner, Gai figures, to be so unafraid of strangers. Having a dog to guard the place is useful, too.
Gai finds an old frisbee in the trash behind the apartment building and tosses it towards the mutt. Well-trained, the dog catches and returns it. He tries a few variations, whipping it as far as he can, and the dog never fails to catch it.
“Zero,” he decides, scratching the dog’s ears as they lay on the tatami mats. “Since you never miss.”
----
Kaiji x Sahara
“Don’t,” Kaiji murmurs, not opening his eyes.
Sahara looks back at him, pulling his fingers away from the radio dial.
Kaiji takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. Strewn around him are empty beer bottles, yakitori sticks, candy bar wrappers. He rests a hand on his full stomach, sleepy, content.
Sahara sighs and lays down, picking up a magazine.
"Don’t,” Kaiji repeats, fearful that this will shatter like glass at any moment. “Just lay here.”
----
Young!Washizu x Young!Ichikawa
“What happened?” the police commissioner asks impatiently.
The kid chuckles bitterly, a bandage hastily wrapped over his eyes, long strands of dark hair hanging in his face. “I think you can guess, man.”
Washizu curls his lip, tightening his gloved fist against the table. “Tell me.”
The kid just smirks, silent.
“You little punk...” Washizu snarls, stepping around the table and wrenching the kid from the chair by his collar. “Where’d you get the gun?”
“Where’d you get this uniform?” the kid retorts, smoothing his handcuffed hands over the fabric. “Nice...”
Washizu hisses, dropping the kid like he’d been burned.
----
Enjoy!