@DEEP fic...
Posting this makes me nervous. But I'm going to do it anyway. :P
This isn't the @DEEP fic I've been working on for a while either, this is... something I wrote this morning when I should have been working. XD;;; But anyway... yeah. *_*;; Here I am, posting something I've written that has nothing at all to do with Nagayan. XD;;;; WEIRD. But there you go. :P
Anyway, I'd really appreciate any feedback anyone may have... And... that's all, I guess. I may regret this later, so I'm going to try my best to stop thinking about it, and just post it. >_> Ummm. Yes.
Title: Proper Communication
Author: analine
Fandom: Akihabara@DEEP
Characters/Pairings: Box/Page, mostly friendship. >_>
Warnings: None, worksafe. No spoilers.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,003
Summary: Box leaves for a few days and Page doesn't want to admit that he misses him explains the necessity of proper communication between friends.
(x-posted to akanechin)
"Page."
Box was whining a little.
Page looked up silently.
"Pa-ge," Box repeated. "What did I do?"
Page was uncharacteristically silent again, and Box frowned. "Fine, fine, fine," he said with a wave of his hand. "I get it."
This, at least, prompted a response.
"R-r-right."
"Hey!" Box moved towards Page, who didn't flinch. "What's that supposed to mean? Was that sarcastic???"
"I-I-I don't s-s-see w-w-why it m-m-matters w-w-what I think a-a-anyway."
"What? What does that mean?"
Box paced in front of the couch, clearly agitated, and Page tried not to let his eyes follow his every move like they wanted to. Instead, he decided to focus on the TV. The fact that it was turned off right now didn’t really matter, he figured.
Box kicked the corner of the couch a second later. "What's this about, anyway? I leave for three days and I come back, and now we're not... we're not..." Box shook his head. "If you're mad, then tell me what I did, at least," he finished weakly.
"Th-th-three d-d-days." Page stared at Box.
"Yeah, so? I needed some time to myself."
"Y-y-you t-t-turned off y-y-your p-p-phone," Page deadpanned, staring at Box's feet now, since Box was now blocking his line of vision to anything else.
Box scratched the back of his head. "Ah, yeah, about that, I..."
"Y-y-you d-d-didn't s-s-say anything. T-t-to a-a-any of u-u-us."
Box laughed nervously. "And I'm sure you were all sitting around here just worried to death, right?"
Page glared. "Y-y-you're an a-a-asshole."
"Hey!!"
Page shook his head dismissively. "A-a-as l-l-l-leader... I-I-I think it’s m-m-my r-r-responsibility to know w-w-where y-y-you are. I-I-It’s important t-t-to have p-p-p-roper c-c-communication."
"Proper communication? Are you kidding?” Box seemed offended. “This has to be some kind of joke." He was talking quickly, his words running together so that Page could barely follow him. "There's no way that makes any kind of sense. I'm supposed to report to you first, when I want to go home for a few days?? That's just insane. You're insane."
Page sighed. "E-e-everyone was w-w-worried."
"….Really?"
"O-o-of c-c-course."
"Well... sorry," Box mumbled. "I guess."
Page stared at him for a moment. "E-e-everyone c-c-came to me. Th-th-they a-a-all th-th-thought I-I-I knew s-s-something... I-I-It was e-e-embarrassing."
Box nodded. Something had clicked for a second there, watching Page's eyes, and the look of genuine concern on his friend’s face. Box frowned.
"As leader, I guess I probably should have told you," he said, a little begrudgingly.
Page nodded.
"You should probably know how to contact me too, in that situation." Box nodded again, agreeing with himself, seeming to have decided something. "Gomen," he said a moment later, bowing his head slightly. "It won't happen again."
Page stared at him for a moment, not sure how surprised he should be by this sudden sincerity.
After a second, he smiled though, because he couldn’t help it. "O-o-okay then."
Box took his hands out of his coat pockets and plopped onto the couch next to Page, poking him in the ribs with a gloved hand.
"Of course you could just admit that you missed me," Box told him, grinning, as Page's face turned a bright shade of crimson.
"Y-y-you're w-w-w-"
"R-r-riiiiight," Box stuttered, which made Page's face turn even more red, as he slapped Box's hand away half-heartedly.
"D-d-don't i-i-imitate me," he told Box, exasperated.
"Page missed me," Box said smugly, his eyes bright with amusement. "I'm not sure how to take this."
"I-I-I told y-y-y-you! Th-th-that's n-n-not...th-th-that's n-n-not..."
Page squirmed, despite himself, as Box continued to poke his ribs. Somehow, his body seemed particularly ticklish right now, even through several layers of clothing. He could feel the warmth of Box's leg against his also, and that fresh, clean scent that was unmistakably Box.
Dammit.
He really had missed Box, hadn't he? Just as his mind was starting on a long string of "impossible"'s he realized that someone was standing in front of them. Akira was there, looking down at the couch with a mixture of amusement, disbelief and... something else that Page couldn't quite put his finger on. He struggled to straighten his glasses, realized that this required quite a bit of untangling from Box's limbs, and gave up.
"A-A-Akira," he said helplessly.
Akira tilted her head a little, taking in the scene again. "What the hell are you guys doing?"
"B-B-Box-kun w-w-was j-j-just-"
"Page missed me-” they said at the same time, then turned to each other, and started again.
"I-I-I told you y-y-you're w-w-wrong!"
"I wonder if Akira missed me too?" Box asked hopefully, ignoring Page’s protests, and Akira rolled her eyes.
"You guys are hopeless," she said, smiling a little.
"I'm right though, aren't I??" Box pressed on, nodding assuredly. "Page said everyone was worried. Right, Page?" He bumped his shoulder against Page’s arm, and Page winced.
Akira sighed. "I think what Page meant was that he was worried."
"O-o-of c-c-course I w-w-was." Page looked up at Akira for help. "B-b-but you g-g-guys..."
Akira ignored him, and glanced at Box. "He moped around the entire time. Couldn't focus on anything. Kept saying that maybe you wouldn't come back."
Box glanced sideways at his friend.
"Idiot," he muttered. "You should know better than that."
"H-h-how w-w-was I s-s-supposed to k-k-know?"
"Because we're friends. Right?"
"O-o-of c-c-course."
"Well, then there's nothing to worry about," Box said matter-of-factly.
Page just nodded, because surprisingly, this logic made perfect sense to him right now.
Akira sighed. "You guys really are hopeless."
"Hey!!" they said together. (Well, for Page it took a little longer, so the effect was like some kind of weird echo.)
"Never mind," Akira said with a sigh. "Box is back, and I'm hungry, and to make up for making everyone worry..." She winked at Page, and pointed to Box. "It's your treat tonight."
"Are you serious??" Box whined, but he didn't argue as he got up from the couch.
Page followed, and the smile on his face didn't fade for the rest of the evening.
***
This isn't the @DEEP fic I've been working on for a while either, this is... something I wrote this morning when I should have been working. XD;;; But anyway... yeah. *_*;; Here I am, posting something I've written that has nothing at all to do with Nagayan. XD;;;; WEIRD. But there you go. :P
Anyway, I'd really appreciate any feedback anyone may have... And... that's all, I guess. I may regret this later, so I'm going to try my best to stop thinking about it, and just post it. >_> Ummm. Yes.
Title: Proper Communication
Author: analine
Fandom: Akihabara@DEEP
Characters/Pairings: Box/Page, mostly friendship. >_>
Warnings: None, worksafe. No spoilers.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,003
Summary: Box leaves for a few days and Page doesn't want to admit that he misses him explains the necessity of proper communication between friends.
(x-posted to akanechin)
"Page."
Box was whining a little.
Page looked up silently.
"Pa-ge," Box repeated. "What did I do?"
Page was uncharacteristically silent again, and Box frowned. "Fine, fine, fine," he said with a wave of his hand. "I get it."
This, at least, prompted a response.
"R-r-right."
"Hey!" Box moved towards Page, who didn't flinch. "What's that supposed to mean? Was that sarcastic???"
"I-I-I don't s-s-see w-w-why it m-m-matters w-w-what I think a-a-anyway."
"What? What does that mean?"
Box paced in front of the couch, clearly agitated, and Page tried not to let his eyes follow his every move like they wanted to. Instead, he decided to focus on the TV. The fact that it was turned off right now didn’t really matter, he figured.
Box kicked the corner of the couch a second later. "What's this about, anyway? I leave for three days and I come back, and now we're not... we're not..." Box shook his head. "If you're mad, then tell me what I did, at least," he finished weakly.
"Th-th-three d-d-days." Page stared at Box.
"Yeah, so? I needed some time to myself."
"Y-y-you t-t-turned off y-y-your p-p-phone," Page deadpanned, staring at Box's feet now, since Box was now blocking his line of vision to anything else.
Box scratched the back of his head. "Ah, yeah, about that, I..."
"Y-y-you d-d-didn't s-s-say anything. T-t-to a-a-any of u-u-us."
Box laughed nervously. "And I'm sure you were all sitting around here just worried to death, right?"
Page glared. "Y-y-you're an a-a-asshole."
"Hey!!"
Page shook his head dismissively. "A-a-as l-l-l-leader... I-I-I think it’s m-m-my r-r-responsibility to know w-w-where y-y-you are. I-I-It’s important t-t-to have p-p-p-roper c-c-communication."
"Proper communication? Are you kidding?” Box seemed offended. “This has to be some kind of joke." He was talking quickly, his words running together so that Page could barely follow him. "There's no way that makes any kind of sense. I'm supposed to report to you first, when I want to go home for a few days?? That's just insane. You're insane."
Page sighed. "E-e-everyone was w-w-worried."
"….Really?"
"O-o-of c-c-course."
"Well... sorry," Box mumbled. "I guess."
Page stared at him for a moment. "E-e-everyone c-c-came to me. Th-th-they a-a-all th-th-thought I-I-I knew s-s-something... I-I-It was e-e-embarrassing."
Box nodded. Something had clicked for a second there, watching Page's eyes, and the look of genuine concern on his friend’s face. Box frowned.
"As leader, I guess I probably should have told you," he said, a little begrudgingly.
Page nodded.
"You should probably know how to contact me too, in that situation." Box nodded again, agreeing with himself, seeming to have decided something. "Gomen," he said a moment later, bowing his head slightly. "It won't happen again."
Page stared at him for a moment, not sure how surprised he should be by this sudden sincerity.
After a second, he smiled though, because he couldn’t help it. "O-o-okay then."
Box took his hands out of his coat pockets and plopped onto the couch next to Page, poking him in the ribs with a gloved hand.
"Of course you could just admit that you missed me," Box told him, grinning, as Page's face turned a bright shade of crimson.
"Y-y-you're w-w-w-"
"R-r-riiiiight," Box stuttered, which made Page's face turn even more red, as he slapped Box's hand away half-heartedly.
"D-d-don't i-i-imitate me," he told Box, exasperated.
"Page missed me," Box said smugly, his eyes bright with amusement. "I'm not sure how to take this."
"I-I-I told y-y-y-you! Th-th-that's n-n-not...th-th-that's n-n-not..."
Page squirmed, despite himself, as Box continued to poke his ribs. Somehow, his body seemed particularly ticklish right now, even through several layers of clothing. He could feel the warmth of Box's leg against his also, and that fresh, clean scent that was unmistakably Box.
Dammit.
He really had missed Box, hadn't he? Just as his mind was starting on a long string of "impossible"'s he realized that someone was standing in front of them. Akira was there, looking down at the couch with a mixture of amusement, disbelief and... something else that Page couldn't quite put his finger on. He struggled to straighten his glasses, realized that this required quite a bit of untangling from Box's limbs, and gave up.
"A-A-Akira," he said helplessly.
Akira tilted her head a little, taking in the scene again. "What the hell are you guys doing?"
"B-B-Box-kun w-w-was j-j-just-"
"Page missed me-” they said at the same time, then turned to each other, and started again.
"I-I-I told you y-y-you're w-w-wrong!"
"I wonder if Akira missed me too?" Box asked hopefully, ignoring Page’s protests, and Akira rolled her eyes.
"You guys are hopeless," she said, smiling a little.
"I'm right though, aren't I??" Box pressed on, nodding assuredly. "Page said everyone was worried. Right, Page?" He bumped his shoulder against Page’s arm, and Page winced.
Akira sighed. "I think what Page meant was that he was worried."
"O-o-of c-c-course I w-w-was." Page looked up at Akira for help. "B-b-but you g-g-guys..."
Akira ignored him, and glanced at Box. "He moped around the entire time. Couldn't focus on anything. Kept saying that maybe you wouldn't come back."
Box glanced sideways at his friend.
"Idiot," he muttered. "You should know better than that."
"H-h-how w-w-was I s-s-supposed to k-k-know?"
"Because we're friends. Right?"
"O-o-of c-c-course."
"Well, then there's nothing to worry about," Box said matter-of-factly.
Page just nodded, because surprisingly, this logic made perfect sense to him right now.
Akira sighed. "You guys really are hopeless."
"Hey!!" they said together. (Well, for Page it took a little longer, so the effect was like some kind of weird echo.)
"Never mind," Akira said with a sigh. "Box is back, and I'm hungry, and to make up for making everyone worry..." She winked at Page, and pointed to Box. "It's your treat tonight."
"Are you serious??" Box whined, but he didn't argue as he got up from the couch.
Page followed, and the smile on his face didn't fade for the rest of the evening.
***