25. holiday/vacation - nisaki - ch. 3
Title: The Racoon Affair
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: 25. holiday/vacation
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Comments: Glaring grammatical errors? Likely.
Ch. 1
Ch. 2
Ruka ambled toward the small table where his four band mates were sitting. In the short time it took his long legs to carry him to them, the tall drummer mused quietly at what could possible be going on with Yomi looking intently evil, Sakito appearing to be slightly more embarrassed than usual, Niya gathering storm clouds over his head, and Hitsugi trying not to laugh while attempting to look sympathetic at the same time. Not that these were particularly abnormal reactions for his four friends, but all at the same time certainly meant something far more interesting than the short vocalist’s tactless penis jokes. The drummer allowed himself a brief moment to grin broadly without catching the notice of any casual viewers, then plastered the usual bemused expression over his features, loudly dragging a fifth chair to join the little table. “ ‘Sup. What’d I miss?”
“Raccoons, pervy toads, and When Swans Attack Volume One,” Yomi answered succinctly, summing up the entire conversation for Ruka.
“Don’t forget the road that ended in a tree,” Hitsugi added, nodding matter-of-factly.
Ruka’s eyebrows shot up involuntarily. “…the fuck?”
***
As usual, Sakito was the first to awaken, eyes slowly flickering open in the warm beams of sun streaming in through the large window next to the bed. His arm was throbbing dully - the numbing salve he had been given in the ER after they had stitched up the gash from the angry swan had worn off sometime in the night and the fresh dressings were all the way in the bathroom. Too far for having just woken up from a heavy sleep. Instead, the drowsy guitarist turned slightly to watch his lover sleep, tucking his head under the other man’s arm. Niya was not likely to regain consciousness anytime soon, especially after such a traumatic day. Sakito, however, was not in the mood to lay idly for hours in the hopes that his bassist would decide to face the day sooner rather than later. Reaching up one hand, he traced his fingers along Niya’s jaw, tickling lightly under his chin. No response. Not terribly surprising, he thought and tried a different tactic. Scooting closer, Sakito nuzzled his cheek, purring quietly and delicately moving a clump of stray dyed hair out of Niya’s face. This time he received a brief snort in reply. Frowning, Sakito realized he would have to take more drastic measures if he wanted the bassist’s company before noon.
“Nya-nya,” he called softly, pressing his body against Niya’s, curling his slender arm around the other’s chest. That method elicited a better response than the previous attempts, and he grinned triumphantly to himself, brushing his lips against the smooth skin of Niya’s neck, biting playfully at his throat. “Wake up…”
“Mm…” Niya twitched sleepily, patting around the bed for Sakito’s waist before rolling over on top of him, pressing his thin lover into the bed in one fluid, sudden movement. The guitarist giggled against Niya’s ear as his neck and arms were attacked with quick good-morning kisses, which petered out to nothing a moment later. Perplexed, Sakito peered down at Niya, only to find him suspiciously opening one eye and then the other, scrutinizing the body under him.
“What?” Sakito asked incredulously, peeved at the other for stopping without explanation.
“Oh, nothing. I was just making sure you weren’t a toad in disguise,” Niya replied, moving his head up kiss the guitarist on the lips even as he was laughed at and swatted lovingly on the side of the head.
“How do you know I’m not?” Sakito teased between kisses, wrapping his arms around Niya’s neck and wiggling a bit.
“…I don’t think toads can use their knees like that,” was Niya’s slightly breathless answer, a low groan escaping his lips as he leaned forward to catch Sakito’s lips again, nipping and flicking his tongue over the soft flesh.
The ledge of the bedroom window coincided almost perfectly with the top of the bed, with only a few inches separating the two items. Outside was another ledge, just wide enough for a human to sit upon or a small animal to scurry comfortably across. The latter was exactly what was occupying the outcrop right then; more specifically, a raccoon whizzed by at breakneck speed, tiny claws scratching faintly against the wood. By unfortunate accident, Niya happened to glance fleetingly at the window at the same time as the raccoon passed, successfully distracting him from the task at hand.
“Hey…” the bassist began, turning his head toward the window and breaking contact with Sakito’s lips. Unhappy with the sudden change of mood, Sakito planted a palm against the side of Niya’s head and made an attempt to push him back down, but not before the bassist caught a glimpse of the car parked not too far into the woods. Their little furry visitor was trotting toward the vehicle, which was decidedly open with another raccoon exploring the dashboard. “What the fuck?! How did they get in the damn car?”
Sakito barely had time to squeak out “Huh?” as the other launched off the bed, using his stomach for leverage, then rocketed outside, lacking in shoes and substantial pants.
***
“You are making that up! I refuse to believe it! You are so making that up just to skip the best part again!” Yomi was scandalized that his friend would pull such a stunt on him. The nerve of Sakito - making up stories about raccoons getting into the car and interrupting them. Well, Yomi was positive that the creatures could do nothing of the sort. They were only animals, after all.
Almost amused, but still more uncomfortable at the renewed outburst, Sakito looked to the other occupants of the table for help. Hitsugi rolled his eyes and smiled knowingly, Niya stared uncertainly at his feet and scratched, and Ruka proceeded to leer. Defeated, he drummed his fingers on the table nervously. “Even if I was making it up, that still wouldn’t change the fact that I will not talk about this with you.”
“Awww, you’re no fun at all….”
***
Sakito swatted idly at a mosquito ravaging his neck, itching the welt that almost immediately raised itself on his skin. He was sitting on a rustic wooden fence outside the local convenience store, waiting patiently for Niya to return with the bottle of insect repellant that would make the hike they were about to take much more enjoyable. Yes, he was patient, but this was bordering on absurd; the store was maybe the size of his living room and the bassist had been inside for approximately fifteen minutes. Periodically, Sakito would turn his head to glance at the door in the hopes that the other man would be reminded he was still waiting and to hurry up, but he seriously doubted anyone could see through the filthy screen or grimy glass that constituted the camp store’s front entryway. Eventually, Niya did reappear, looking highly annoyed, but nevertheless bearing the bright green spray bottle. Hopping off the fence, Sakito started to smile, but the expression faded after getting a closer look at the scowl on his lover’s face. “Should I ask…?”
Spraying himself first, Niya thrust the bottle at the guitarist. “…No.” Arching an eyebrow, Sakito kept his mouth shut but stole a peek back at the door. Standing behind the dirty glass was a miniscule old man with liver spots replacing the hair he had lost on his head. The old man leered, revealing a severe lack of front teeth, and Sakito balked, unsure of how to react when the wrinkled mouth formed something decidedly Chinese and more than likely rude, followed by puckered lips. Giving the oldster something between a grimmace and a weak smile along with a hand raised in a half-wave, the guitarist gratefully let himself be led away quickly by the elbow.
The trail wasn’t far from the store, and soon the two were happily on their way, enjoying the scenery and each other’s company, previous incident at the store more or less put out of mind. Birds twittered in the branches, leaves fluttered in the breeze, sunlight flickered on the forest floor, and Sakito slyly snuck his arm through Niya’s, hugging it too his side as they walked. Smiling benevolently, Niya couldn’t help but muse that he must be the luckiest man on the face of the earth, giving the delicate cheek near his shoulder small kiss, feather light, just to see Sakito smile and blush. Despite the events of the last forty-eight hours, he was actually having a nice time. This place did have some redeeming qualities after all; a doe and her fawn grazed on a particularly luscious patch of shrubbery close to the path. He tugged on a stray lock of Sakito’s hair and pointed toward the two deer, not wanting to frighten them. Gasping silently in surprise at being suddenly so near the deer, Sakito stood perfectly still and watched them eat, while Niya reached around to slide the camera out of his pocket, taking care to move slowly. The doe, sensitive as she must be to threats against her baby, bolted when the electronic ding that indicated the camera was on sounded. All white spots and spindly legs, the fawn followed awkwardly behind, and Sakito laughed while his companion dropped the offending camera sheepishly back in his pocket.
“You get a kiss for trying,” Sakito chuckled, slinging his arms around the bassist’s neck and staying true to his word. They stayed wrapped around each other, perfectly happy to be frozen in that position forever, but Niya peered over his lover’s shoulder, spying a small patch of pretty white flowers not far into the woods.
Breaking away slowly, he brushed his lips against the bridge of Sakito’s nose and sidled around him. “Wait right here~”
Not knowing the reason, but knowing Niya (that old romantic), he turned to watch in delighted anticipation as the other stepped backward through the brush, blowing kisses back, chattering sweet nothings, and generally not paying any attention to where he was going. Sakito felt his cheeks flush despite himself, and flicked his gaze downward, catching a view of Niya’s feet and, more importantly, what he was about to walk into.
The guitarist’s brow furrowed, unsure of whether he was correct in his assumption or not, “‘Leaves of three…let it be…’” he mumbled under his breath, a look of utter horror spreading across his face bare seconds after, but it was too late. “Oh god… Ni, watch your step! That’s--”
The warning wasn’t quick enough, and Niya shot him a quizzical “What?” before tripping over a hidden log, landing flat on his back in the largest patch of poison ivy either of them had ever seen.
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: 25. holiday/vacation
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Comments: Glaring grammatical errors? Likely.
Ch. 1
Ch. 2
Ruka ambled toward the small table where his four band mates were sitting. In the short time it took his long legs to carry him to them, the tall drummer mused quietly at what could possible be going on with Yomi looking intently evil, Sakito appearing to be slightly more embarrassed than usual, Niya gathering storm clouds over his head, and Hitsugi trying not to laugh while attempting to look sympathetic at the same time. Not that these were particularly abnormal reactions for his four friends, but all at the same time certainly meant something far more interesting than the short vocalist’s tactless penis jokes. The drummer allowed himself a brief moment to grin broadly without catching the notice of any casual viewers, then plastered the usual bemused expression over his features, loudly dragging a fifth chair to join the little table. “ ‘Sup. What’d I miss?”
“Raccoons, pervy toads, and When Swans Attack Volume One,” Yomi answered succinctly, summing up the entire conversation for Ruka.
“Don’t forget the road that ended in a tree,” Hitsugi added, nodding matter-of-factly.
Ruka’s eyebrows shot up involuntarily. “…the fuck?”
***
As usual, Sakito was the first to awaken, eyes slowly flickering open in the warm beams of sun streaming in through the large window next to the bed. His arm was throbbing dully - the numbing salve he had been given in the ER after they had stitched up the gash from the angry swan had worn off sometime in the night and the fresh dressings were all the way in the bathroom. Too far for having just woken up from a heavy sleep. Instead, the drowsy guitarist turned slightly to watch his lover sleep, tucking his head under the other man’s arm. Niya was not likely to regain consciousness anytime soon, especially after such a traumatic day. Sakito, however, was not in the mood to lay idly for hours in the hopes that his bassist would decide to face the day sooner rather than later. Reaching up one hand, he traced his fingers along Niya’s jaw, tickling lightly under his chin. No response. Not terribly surprising, he thought and tried a different tactic. Scooting closer, Sakito nuzzled his cheek, purring quietly and delicately moving a clump of stray dyed hair out of Niya’s face. This time he received a brief snort in reply. Frowning, Sakito realized he would have to take more drastic measures if he wanted the bassist’s company before noon.
“Nya-nya,” he called softly, pressing his body against Niya’s, curling his slender arm around the other’s chest. That method elicited a better response than the previous attempts, and he grinned triumphantly to himself, brushing his lips against the smooth skin of Niya’s neck, biting playfully at his throat. “Wake up…”
“Mm…” Niya twitched sleepily, patting around the bed for Sakito’s waist before rolling over on top of him, pressing his thin lover into the bed in one fluid, sudden movement. The guitarist giggled against Niya’s ear as his neck and arms were attacked with quick good-morning kisses, which petered out to nothing a moment later. Perplexed, Sakito peered down at Niya, only to find him suspiciously opening one eye and then the other, scrutinizing the body under him.
“What?” Sakito asked incredulously, peeved at the other for stopping without explanation.
“Oh, nothing. I was just making sure you weren’t a toad in disguise,” Niya replied, moving his head up kiss the guitarist on the lips even as he was laughed at and swatted lovingly on the side of the head.
“How do you know I’m not?” Sakito teased between kisses, wrapping his arms around Niya’s neck and wiggling a bit.
“…I don’t think toads can use their knees like that,” was Niya’s slightly breathless answer, a low groan escaping his lips as he leaned forward to catch Sakito’s lips again, nipping and flicking his tongue over the soft flesh.
The ledge of the bedroom window coincided almost perfectly with the top of the bed, with only a few inches separating the two items. Outside was another ledge, just wide enough for a human to sit upon or a small animal to scurry comfortably across. The latter was exactly what was occupying the outcrop right then; more specifically, a raccoon whizzed by at breakneck speed, tiny claws scratching faintly against the wood. By unfortunate accident, Niya happened to glance fleetingly at the window at the same time as the raccoon passed, successfully distracting him from the task at hand.
“Hey…” the bassist began, turning his head toward the window and breaking contact with Sakito’s lips. Unhappy with the sudden change of mood, Sakito planted a palm against the side of Niya’s head and made an attempt to push him back down, but not before the bassist caught a glimpse of the car parked not too far into the woods. Their little furry visitor was trotting toward the vehicle, which was decidedly open with another raccoon exploring the dashboard. “What the fuck?! How did they get in the damn car?”
Sakito barely had time to squeak out “Huh?” as the other launched off the bed, using his stomach for leverage, then rocketed outside, lacking in shoes and substantial pants.
***
“You are making that up! I refuse to believe it! You are so making that up just to skip the best part again!” Yomi was scandalized that his friend would pull such a stunt on him. The nerve of Sakito - making up stories about raccoons getting into the car and interrupting them. Well, Yomi was positive that the creatures could do nothing of the sort. They were only animals, after all.
Almost amused, but still more uncomfortable at the renewed outburst, Sakito looked to the other occupants of the table for help. Hitsugi rolled his eyes and smiled knowingly, Niya stared uncertainly at his feet and scratched, and Ruka proceeded to leer. Defeated, he drummed his fingers on the table nervously. “Even if I was making it up, that still wouldn’t change the fact that I will not talk about this with you.”
“Awww, you’re no fun at all….”
***
Sakito swatted idly at a mosquito ravaging his neck, itching the welt that almost immediately raised itself on his skin. He was sitting on a rustic wooden fence outside the local convenience store, waiting patiently for Niya to return with the bottle of insect repellant that would make the hike they were about to take much more enjoyable. Yes, he was patient, but this was bordering on absurd; the store was maybe the size of his living room and the bassist had been inside for approximately fifteen minutes. Periodically, Sakito would turn his head to glance at the door in the hopes that the other man would be reminded he was still waiting and to hurry up, but he seriously doubted anyone could see through the filthy screen or grimy glass that constituted the camp store’s front entryway. Eventually, Niya did reappear, looking highly annoyed, but nevertheless bearing the bright green spray bottle. Hopping off the fence, Sakito started to smile, but the expression faded after getting a closer look at the scowl on his lover’s face. “Should I ask…?”
Spraying himself first, Niya thrust the bottle at the guitarist. “…No.” Arching an eyebrow, Sakito kept his mouth shut but stole a peek back at the door. Standing behind the dirty glass was a miniscule old man with liver spots replacing the hair he had lost on his head. The old man leered, revealing a severe lack of front teeth, and Sakito balked, unsure of how to react when the wrinkled mouth formed something decidedly Chinese and more than likely rude, followed by puckered lips. Giving the oldster something between a grimmace and a weak smile along with a hand raised in a half-wave, the guitarist gratefully let himself be led away quickly by the elbow.
The trail wasn’t far from the store, and soon the two were happily on their way, enjoying the scenery and each other’s company, previous incident at the store more or less put out of mind. Birds twittered in the branches, leaves fluttered in the breeze, sunlight flickered on the forest floor, and Sakito slyly snuck his arm through Niya’s, hugging it too his side as they walked. Smiling benevolently, Niya couldn’t help but muse that he must be the luckiest man on the face of the earth, giving the delicate cheek near his shoulder small kiss, feather light, just to see Sakito smile and blush. Despite the events of the last forty-eight hours, he was actually having a nice time. This place did have some redeeming qualities after all; a doe and her fawn grazed on a particularly luscious patch of shrubbery close to the path. He tugged on a stray lock of Sakito’s hair and pointed toward the two deer, not wanting to frighten them. Gasping silently in surprise at being suddenly so near the deer, Sakito stood perfectly still and watched them eat, while Niya reached around to slide the camera out of his pocket, taking care to move slowly. The doe, sensitive as she must be to threats against her baby, bolted when the electronic ding that indicated the camera was on sounded. All white spots and spindly legs, the fawn followed awkwardly behind, and Sakito laughed while his companion dropped the offending camera sheepishly back in his pocket.
“You get a kiss for trying,” Sakito chuckled, slinging his arms around the bassist’s neck and staying true to his word. They stayed wrapped around each other, perfectly happy to be frozen in that position forever, but Niya peered over his lover’s shoulder, spying a small patch of pretty white flowers not far into the woods.
Breaking away slowly, he brushed his lips against the bridge of Sakito’s nose and sidled around him. “Wait right here~”
Not knowing the reason, but knowing Niya (that old romantic), he turned to watch in delighted anticipation as the other stepped backward through the brush, blowing kisses back, chattering sweet nothings, and generally not paying any attention to where he was going. Sakito felt his cheeks flush despite himself, and flicked his gaze downward, catching a view of Niya’s feet and, more importantly, what he was about to walk into.
The guitarist’s brow furrowed, unsure of whether he was correct in his assumption or not, “‘Leaves of three…let it be…’” he mumbled under his breath, a look of utter horror spreading across his face bare seconds after, but it was too late. “Oh god… Ni, watch your step! That’s--”
The warning wasn’t quick enough, and Niya shot him a quizzical “What?” before tripping over a hidden log, landing flat on his back in the largest patch of poison ivy either of them had ever seen.