FIC: Interlude (SanaYuki, Denouverse, R)

[reposte]

Title: Interlude
Author: Ociwen
Wordcount: 4900
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Konomi owns all, except the genderswitch verse.
Summary: Yukimura doesn't get it sometimes.
Author's Notes: Written ages ago, because I felt like it. The cleverest readers will get all the varied myu (and Denouverse) references.

This is a one-shot fic related to Dénoument, We'

Comments

[discussion_on]

Oh, I love this verse so much! All the new additions you've done lately have made me reread it all. :-D This was very nice- no one can argue that your characters aren't really guys. Akutsu as a coach? There's an addition to this 'verse that I never ever imagined- he does fit in, especially since he really doesn't give a damn. Love the details, and must say, I was all 'awww' at the end with the kitten

[reposoir]

Coach Akutsu comes from a blog jokes, wherein the Tenimyu kid who plays Yukimura was in another play with the one Akutsu and they'd post questionable pics of themselves with very obvious beer tankards and packs of smokes. It was so beautiful and guyish

[wednesdayschild]

a) I am so impressed that you spent your birthday coding this! Thank you so much for sharing it!

b) The first half of this was terribly painful to read. Poor Sanada, stuck in the tiny, freezing, stinky appartment, cleaning Yukimura's piss off the toilet seat, waiting alone for his boyfriend to come home on time, and being taken advantage of by Marui who couldn't be bothered to turn up to classes! As always, you are the most descriptive writer I've ever read -- nobody else comes close to the sensory evocation that you manage. I could smell the Lsyol sprayed round the appartment, and feel Yukimura's freezing toes with the too-long nails. You are a genius.

c) The second half was obviously my favourite part, because I am a hopeless romantic ;) And, oh, I love your Jackal. I love that Yukimura and Sanada are in love, but that it doesn't make it easy -- because living with someone often isn't. I totally sympathised by Sanada when Yukimura announced his new coach was going to be round in 20 mins, because I have been there and been just as

[reposoir]

*fails at responding*

I do rock for coding on my birthday, don't I? Either that, or it's a sign I desperately need a life.

Lysol is the most revolting smell in the world ever. It's a wonder Sanada doesn't leave Yukimura for that alone. His life is tough. He really doesn't get much out of it, besides the occasional spot of Hot Sex. Of course the ending--in this fic, and the others it really sorta leads into and out of--makes up for all that, because I'm a romantic too, and Sanada deserves like, the biggest, bestest antique vase in the world from Yukimura. And a new cableknit sweater, too. ;)

(Thank you so very much!)

[theanimeotaku]

-Super idol worship begins-
Ok so this is probably going to being my reaction too all of your genderbend combined at once (and if it won't annoy you I'd love to go back and re-read then leave you a comment on every. single. chapter.)

A friend introduced me to this and I just have to say, I came into this verse being very meh about Rikkai over all, like, just appreciating Sanada (which now with this has practically become idol worship and there shall be some girl!Sanada cosplay eventuallllyyy) and now I have to say you have awoken me to the the wonderful charms that is Rikkaidai Fuzoku and I'll probably be forever ensnared in your beautiful web of writing (no seriously can I have your hand in marriage?).

When my friend was all "the most beautiful thing you can imagine: PoT genderbend" I had my doubts, but you surely have captured my love <3

[reposoir]

Please accept my sincerest apologies for my horribly, unforgivably late response!!

Thank you so very very much for taking the time not only to read this fic, but to write such a lengthy and lovely comment. I truly appreciate it, especially since, as you say, you came to this verse very meh about Rikkai.

*mends your Tango Pair ship with a needle*

Poor Yagyuu and Niou...you know, I really do dabble now and then with a sequel for them, but...it's so depressing to even think of sometimes.

*bags Akaya up for you to take home*

Marui is, like, a projection of what the ideal teenage boy would be, if he were witty and thoughtless and sex-obsessed and deep down mostly a good guy who is trying to make sense of 'wtf my best guy bud is now a chick with a rack! Awesome!'

Yes, I have been to Japan a number of times, and for extended periods! I envy you being there! So many amazing and wonderfully foreign, yet familiar things. ♥

P.S. I don't mind stalkers at all! Come say hi from time to time.

And, again, thank you so very much.