SanaNiou?

[pez]

Got wiser and took sharpie's advice about password protecting my RapidLeech folder. Whee!

I'm going to Town of Evil this afternoon. This probably means I can't go to the post office... or I should take lunch early... although I got to work at 9:45 today...... *cough*

And uh, now for the main point of this post. Dear Flist, I challenge you all to write SanaNiou.


Once upon a time there was a Sanada Genichirou and a Niou Masaharu.

They had a lot of sex.

[The end]

Hmmmm, maybe I should try a haiku next.


Oh wow, apparently I'm now worth £36.93/hr, not including VAT. I should charge rail companies that every time they delay my journey.

Comments

[reposoir.livejournal.com]

I want to go and console myself with hardcore fluffy D1 now.

Sanada's face falls
Niou bent over a bench
Yagyuu's muscles strain

[reddwarfer.livejournal.com]

there's always redemption in anything. Even Haiku love triangles.

[yuki-scorpio.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't bother consoling yourself. I mean, I'm gonna be showing you SanaNiou very soon!

(safdjkajsklasa YOU WIN AT HAIKU.)

[reposoir.livejournal.com]

Niou loves Yagyuu! Wah! Not Sanada! I swear!

Proof:

His dreams become more vivid at night. His knees hurt from growing pains, all the time, but only in his bed does he bother to notice them. His wrists don’t ache as much now. Niou doesn’t get used to the weights, not exactly, but he does stop thinking about the black neoprene that seems permanently moulded to his skin by now.

Sometimes, they feel more real than tennis does when he is awake. He and Yagyuu go to sushi joints. Yagyuu orders sashimi, strips of eel and blood-red tuna. Niou rubs his foot along Yagyuu’s angle, feeling the fabric of Yagyuu’s pants ride up on his calf.

“Niou-kun,” Yagyuu says. “Do you want to play?” Yagyuu takes a slice of tuna with his chopsticks, dropping it down his throat. He licks his lips like Kirihara and his glasses shine, rose-tinted. He chuckles, his low laugh like those of the yakuza in movies.

Niou is hard. He wiggles in his seat, hoping Yagyuu doesn’t notice.

“Are you hard?” Yagyuu asks. He always knows in Niou’s dreams. He can’t escape Yagyuu’s small smirks. He can’t escape that stare, when Yagyuu’s glasses slide down his nose, and then he strikes, faster than his laser beam.

Niou is pinned to the wall of the sushi joint. No one pays notices the dishes shattering on the floor when Yagyuu climbs up on the table, crawling to Niou, licking his lips. “Is this what you want, Niou-kun? To suck c-”

Yes, Yagyuu. Yes he does want that.

[yuki-scorpio.livejournal.com]

*resists temptation to replace YAGYUU with SANADA and the megane with the baseball cap*

(D1 belong to each other, but sometimes I just can't resist being a rebel.)

[reposoir.livejournal.com]

Occasionally I get bizarro hankerings for SanaKiri, but then I remember a) how wrong that is and b) how much Yanagi would cry, and then I scrub my mind clean again. ;)