[Drabble] Save the last cloud
Title: Save the last cloud
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Yara/Yamamoto
Rating: G
Summary: Yara never thought to look up until Yamamoto tumbled out of the sky and into his life.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: None
A/N: Drabble written for uepixie 'cause she needed a bit of cutey-fluffy and was telling me about a Yara drama-role from the past. I blended some lines between the role and his real and thus this came to life. ♥ (And why am I not working on exchange fic? Oh right. *returns to that*)
Yara was soaked from head to toe, the wind chilling through his sodden layers. Fists clenched, he closed his eyes. There was no point in fighting it, there was no point. He didn’t even know which ones had done it, how could he even try?
He hated his new school. Everyone seemed leery and mean and while Yonehana’s face had never been anything to look at, Yara found himself missing it more than anything, it had been his parents’ worst idea to transfer him during his last year of middle school.
“You look kinda weird, mister, your hair is all funky.”
The voice came from above and Yara jerked back out of reflex, looking at the boy perched on an impossibly high branch.
“What the hell are you doing up there?” he blustered, trying to hide how startled he was.
The boy shimmied down the tree, landing without much grace next to Yara. “I don’t know… they never look up, ne?”
It took a few moments for Yara to figure it out, but the small, unruly looking boy was actually rather familiar. He wasn’t a new kid, not like Yara, but he was also one of the small ones, the ones who stuck out for some reason. He was a first year though, and Yara was pretty sure the last time he’d seen him was when Yamamoto (that was his name, right?) was getting shoved into a locker.
“Whatever,” he muttered under his breath, turning away, but Yamamoto laughed, clear and crystal, and then he tugged on Yara’s arm.
“You should look up more,” the boy told him. “The clouds look like little bunnies playing tag.” And without another word, he scampered back into the school.
Frowning, Yara tilted his head, looking up at the clouds.
He couldn’t say he really agreed with Yamamoto though. He thought they looked more like snakes getting ready to dance.
~
It was three years later and Yara’s high school graduation was almost upon him.
High school had flown by almost like a dream. There had been nothing of the tenacious cruelties that had followed him in middle school. Kids respected him, liked him even. He’d pulled himself through, stood up for himself just a little taller than he thought he could have before.
There was that darn freshman though…
“Yaracchi~!♪”
Yamamoto was bouncing his way, smile glowing from a mile off, almost as much as his newly blond hair.
It had also been a few years since Yamamoto had forcefully seen the inside of a locker, a few years since he’d needed to monkey his way up a tree because one too many kids wanted to throw his sneakers into a toilet. Yara wasn’t sure when that had changed, but was usually more concerned with the fact that tiny little Yamamoto was almost taller than he was.
“You’re too loud,” he grunted, returning to his book as Yamamoto plopped down on the bench next to him.
(He ignores it when Yamamoto rests his head on his shoulder.)
“You read way too much, Yaracch~iii,” Yamamoto complained, nuzzling into Yara’s neck. “Look up! The clouds look like bunnies~.”
Yara can’t hide a smile at that. “Idiot. They’re snakes.”
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Yara/Yamamoto
Rating: G
Summary: Yara never thought to look up until Yamamoto tumbled out of the sky and into his life.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: None
A/N: Drabble written for uepixie 'cause she needed a bit of cutey-fluffy and was telling me about a Yara drama-role from the past. I blended some lines between the role and his real and thus this came to life. ♥ (And why am I not working on exchange fic? Oh right. *returns to that*)
Yara was soaked from head to toe, the wind chilling through his sodden layers. Fists clenched, he closed his eyes. There was no point in fighting it, there was no point. He didn’t even know which ones had done it, how could he even try?
He hated his new school. Everyone seemed leery and mean and while Yonehana’s face had never been anything to look at, Yara found himself missing it more than anything, it had been his parents’ worst idea to transfer him during his last year of middle school.
“You look kinda weird, mister, your hair is all funky.”
The voice came from above and Yara jerked back out of reflex, looking at the boy perched on an impossibly high branch.
“What the hell are you doing up there?” he blustered, trying to hide how startled he was.
The boy shimmied down the tree, landing without much grace next to Yara. “I don’t know… they never look up, ne?”
It took a few moments for Yara to figure it out, but the small, unruly looking boy was actually rather familiar. He wasn’t a new kid, not like Yara, but he was also one of the small ones, the ones who stuck out for some reason. He was a first year though, and Yara was pretty sure the last time he’d seen him was when Yamamoto (that was his name, right?) was getting shoved into a locker.
“Whatever,” he muttered under his breath, turning away, but Yamamoto laughed, clear and crystal, and then he tugged on Yara’s arm.
“You should look up more,” the boy told him. “The clouds look like little bunnies playing tag.” And without another word, he scampered back into the school.
Frowning, Yara tilted his head, looking up at the clouds.
He couldn’t say he really agreed with Yamamoto though. He thought they looked more like snakes getting ready to dance.
~
It was three years later and Yara’s high school graduation was almost upon him.
High school had flown by almost like a dream. There had been nothing of the tenacious cruelties that had followed him in middle school. Kids respected him, liked him even. He’d pulled himself through, stood up for himself just a little taller than he thought he could have before.
There was that darn freshman though…
“Yaracchi~!♪”
Yamamoto was bouncing his way, smile glowing from a mile off, almost as much as his newly blond hair.
It had also been a few years since Yamamoto had forcefully seen the inside of a locker, a few years since he’d needed to monkey his way up a tree because one too many kids wanted to throw his sneakers into a toilet. Yara wasn’t sure when that had changed, but was usually more concerned with the fact that tiny little Yamamoto was almost taller than he was.
“You’re too loud,” he grunted, returning to his book as Yamamoto plopped down on the bench next to him.
(He ignores it when Yamamoto rests his head on his shoulder.)
“You read way too much, Yaracch~iii,” Yamamoto complained, nuzzling into Yara’s neck. “Look up! The clouds look like bunnies~.”
Yara can’t hide a smile at that. “Idiot. They’re snakes.”