December Challenge 03 - Suckerpunch
December Challenge 03
Title - Suckerpunch
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13 (light violence, swearing)
Word Count - 1,097
Pairing - Gackt x You, maybe, possibly...?
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Satoru always fought dirty
Notes - set pre-Cains:Feel
You couldn’t remember exactly what had started the fight but when a tightly clenched fist came crashing into his side, temporarily knocking the breath out of him, he decided that it didn’t really matter. The other man, despite the shoulder length hair, full pouty lips and beautifully wide eyes that made him look as pretty as a girl, was tough and fighting dirty.
Although, You supposed, he should have expected that out of Satoru. According to Ren, who had bailed out of the escalating argument minutes ago and gone back into the bar, Satoru had been fighting since he was old enough to raise his fists without falling over. You didn’t ask for details. He was no friend of Satoru’s but even You had seen the bruises that always marred Satoru’s smooth pale skin.
But this was no time for thinking or pondering about Satoru’s fighting background, not when the other man was practically snarling at You like a feral dog and scrambling around on the floor for the drumstick case he’d dropped earlier.
Watch out for that case, there are more than drumsticks in it, Ren had said before he had headed back into the bar, I’m not going to stop you fighting or take sides but I don’t want either of you in hospital either.
Satoru couldn’t find the case. His left hand was blindly groping around the floor while his eyes continued burning into You, watching to see how long it would take for You to recover from that punch to his side. You didn’t mind fighting with fists but weapons? Satoru really was playing dirty.
You saw red.
His breath had returned to him but he made no outward sign of that and instead continued clutching the sore patch of skin that Satoru had punched and panted erratically. It was enough for Satoru to believe You was still winded and when Satoru looked away for a fraction of a second, his gaze locking upon the drumstick case behind his foot, You made his move.
Before Satoru had even recognised what was happening, You had taken a firm grip of his collar and thrown him against the wall, Satoru’s back making an oddly satisfying cracking noise as it connected with the hard brick behind it. If You hadn’t been blinded by his anger, he would have recognised the look of resignation that crept into Satoru’s eyes. It was a look that stated that Satoru was used to this, was used to being flat against a wall with his enemy towering over him and free to finish the fight in any way he chose.
All You could see was the punk that had taken a dislike to him from their first meeting, had disrespected him ever since and had sucker punched him ten minutes earlier. “What the fuck is all of this about Satoru? What have I ever done to you?”
“You were staring at me,” Satoru said, his deep voice quiet but layered with venom, “I don’t like being stared at.”
You hadn’t been staring, not intentionally anyway, but he knew that without his glasses he had to focus more than normal to see anything. It could easily be mistaken for staring but You was too angry to explain anything to Satoru. “So you thought you’d grab whatever you’re carrying in that drumstick case?”
“In a fight you take any advantage you can find,” Satoru said icily, the words spoken as if they weren’t his own and Satoru was quoting an unknown source.
“Bullshit,” You spat, “fight like a man and don’t hide behind weapons.”
What was it about the man You had pinned against the wall that drove him this crazy? You was, by nature, as gentle and nice as his name suggested he was but Satoru always managed to drag all of these fierce emotions out of him. You was so angry that he barely recognised himself. Satoru wasn’t helping matters though. The shorter man was defeated and both men knew that, Satoru had no leverage to move thanks to You’s body pressing him against the brickwork and the large hands that still gripped his collar, yet Satoru still couldn’t admit defeat.
Satoru looked like he wanted to eat You alive.
“You’re pretty when you’re angry.”
It took a few seconds for the words that Satoru had just uttered to sink into You’s brain. Satoru had called him pretty? In the middle of a fight? What was he playing at? Was this a new technique to catch You unaware and then suckerpunch him again?
“What?” You asked.
“I said,” Satoru began, all traces of venom and ice now removed from his honey voice, “that you’re pretty when you’re angry.”
You was so stunned at the man’s apparent mood swing that he released Satoru’s collar and stepped back. He knew that it was stupid of him to do so, after all this could just be another ploy from a guy that always played dirty, but You was too shocked to keep him against the wall.
“You’re pretty when you’re embarrassed too,” Satoru said with a chuckle.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked. “Is this another dirty tactic of yours? Are you going to attack me as soon as my back is turned?”
Satoru picked up his drum case and held it out for You to take. “No tricks. No sneak attacks. I don’t feel like fighting anymore.”
You batted away Satoru’s out stretched hand. “You’re insane.”
“And you’re still pretty. Want to go back inside and get a drink?”
Satoru’s mood swing was more than You could understand but You could sure do with a drink. Something strong that would knock him on his ass and haze his mind until either Satoru’s behaviour made sense, or he was too buzzed to care. “Sure. Whatever. You’re buying”
Satoru smiled at him. It was the first time Satoru had ever looked at him with anything other than contempt and You found himself returning the gesture as they walked back into the bar. “Of course,” Satoru replied, “I always buy my friends drinks.”
“How did we go from trying to beat the hell out of each other to being friends?” You asked.
“Life’s too short for fighting, especially when there are better things to do,” Satoru said with another smile so bright that You felt that he was blind. “You really are pretty, you know.”
With that, Satoru headed straight for the bar to order their drinks, leaving a confused You behind to try to explain to Ren exactly what had happened outside.
~owari
Title - Suckerpunch
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13 (light violence, swearing)
Word Count - 1,097
Pairing - Gackt x You, maybe, possibly...?
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Satoru always fought dirty
Notes - set pre-Cains:Feel
You couldn’t remember exactly what had started the fight but when a tightly clenched fist came crashing into his side, temporarily knocking the breath out of him, he decided that it didn’t really matter. The other man, despite the shoulder length hair, full pouty lips and beautifully wide eyes that made him look as pretty as a girl, was tough and fighting dirty.
Although, You supposed, he should have expected that out of Satoru. According to Ren, who had bailed out of the escalating argument minutes ago and gone back into the bar, Satoru had been fighting since he was old enough to raise his fists without falling over. You didn’t ask for details. He was no friend of Satoru’s but even You had seen the bruises that always marred Satoru’s smooth pale skin.
But this was no time for thinking or pondering about Satoru’s fighting background, not when the other man was practically snarling at You like a feral dog and scrambling around on the floor for the drumstick case he’d dropped earlier.
Watch out for that case, there are more than drumsticks in it, Ren had said before he had headed back into the bar, I’m not going to stop you fighting or take sides but I don’t want either of you in hospital either.
Satoru couldn’t find the case. His left hand was blindly groping around the floor while his eyes continued burning into You, watching to see how long it would take for You to recover from that punch to his side. You didn’t mind fighting with fists but weapons? Satoru really was playing dirty.
You saw red.
His breath had returned to him but he made no outward sign of that and instead continued clutching the sore patch of skin that Satoru had punched and panted erratically. It was enough for Satoru to believe You was still winded and when Satoru looked away for a fraction of a second, his gaze locking upon the drumstick case behind his foot, You made his move.
Before Satoru had even recognised what was happening, You had taken a firm grip of his collar and thrown him against the wall, Satoru’s back making an oddly satisfying cracking noise as it connected with the hard brick behind it. If You hadn’t been blinded by his anger, he would have recognised the look of resignation that crept into Satoru’s eyes. It was a look that stated that Satoru was used to this, was used to being flat against a wall with his enemy towering over him and free to finish the fight in any way he chose.
All You could see was the punk that had taken a dislike to him from their first meeting, had disrespected him ever since and had sucker punched him ten minutes earlier. “What the fuck is all of this about Satoru? What have I ever done to you?”
“You were staring at me,” Satoru said, his deep voice quiet but layered with venom, “I don’t like being stared at.”
You hadn’t been staring, not intentionally anyway, but he knew that without his glasses he had to focus more than normal to see anything. It could easily be mistaken for staring but You was too angry to explain anything to Satoru. “So you thought you’d grab whatever you’re carrying in that drumstick case?”
“In a fight you take any advantage you can find,” Satoru said icily, the words spoken as if they weren’t his own and Satoru was quoting an unknown source.
“Bullshit,” You spat, “fight like a man and don’t hide behind weapons.”
What was it about the man You had pinned against the wall that drove him this crazy? You was, by nature, as gentle and nice as his name suggested he was but Satoru always managed to drag all of these fierce emotions out of him. You was so angry that he barely recognised himself. Satoru wasn’t helping matters though. The shorter man was defeated and both men knew that, Satoru had no leverage to move thanks to You’s body pressing him against the brickwork and the large hands that still gripped his collar, yet Satoru still couldn’t admit defeat.
Satoru looked like he wanted to eat You alive.
“You’re pretty when you’re angry.”
It took a few seconds for the words that Satoru had just uttered to sink into You’s brain. Satoru had called him pretty? In the middle of a fight? What was he playing at? Was this a new technique to catch You unaware and then suckerpunch him again?
“What?” You asked.
“I said,” Satoru began, all traces of venom and ice now removed from his honey voice, “that you’re pretty when you’re angry.”
You was so stunned at the man’s apparent mood swing that he released Satoru’s collar and stepped back. He knew that it was stupid of him to do so, after all this could just be another ploy from a guy that always played dirty, but You was too shocked to keep him against the wall.
“You’re pretty when you’re embarrassed too,” Satoru said with a chuckle.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked. “Is this another dirty tactic of yours? Are you going to attack me as soon as my back is turned?”
Satoru picked up his drum case and held it out for You to take. “No tricks. No sneak attacks. I don’t feel like fighting anymore.”
You batted away Satoru’s out stretched hand. “You’re insane.”
“And you’re still pretty. Want to go back inside and get a drink?”
Satoru’s mood swing was more than You could understand but You could sure do with a drink. Something strong that would knock him on his ass and haze his mind until either Satoru’s behaviour made sense, or he was too buzzed to care. “Sure. Whatever. You’re buying”
Satoru smiled at him. It was the first time Satoru had ever looked at him with anything other than contempt and You found himself returning the gesture as they walked back into the bar. “Of course,” Satoru replied, “I always buy my friends drinks.”
“How did we go from trying to beat the hell out of each other to being friends?” You asked.
“Life’s too short for fighting, especially when there are better things to do,” Satoru said with another smile so bright that You felt that he was blind. “You really are pretty, you know.”
With that, Satoru headed straight for the bar to order their drinks, leaving a confused You behind to try to explain to Ren exactly what had happened outside.
~owari