Totally unedited stuff
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pezThe random things I write, let me show you it.
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Almost a week after it all, Yanagi asks Yagyuu to meet up for drinks one night. There are things he wants to talk about and they are better discussed in private, but Yanagi wants to take Yagyuu out of his comfort zone, to a setting that is not filled with Niou's memories.
Yagyuu arrives on time, appropriately dressed for the VIP room of the hotel bar, hair combed perfectly and eyes shieleded by clear but highly reflective glasses. During the short time between the door opening and Yagyuu shutting it behind him, Yanagi sees women looking this way, possibly wondering who this finely dressed gentleman is.
The waiter who shows Yagyuu in also brings with him the bottle of wine Yanagi has ordered. He tips him generously and tells him to leave them alone. He poors a glass for Yagyuu and speaks before Yagyuu tries to stop him. "Make an exception," he gestures for Yagyuu to sit down in the other armchair. Yagyuu considers before sitting down with a resigned sigh, but also a smile.
"How are you?"
Yagyuu holds the wine in his mouth for a few seconds, tasting and taking his time. Possibly thinking. He doesn't answer the question. "Who is asking?"
"Me." Although Yanagi doesn't know who he is to Yagyuu anymore. Old partner? Mentor? Friend? One of the men who killed Niou?
Yagyuu considers for a while. "I am as you see I am now. So it's an unnecessary question."
"You-"
"I don't blame you."
"But it is because of my negligence."
"I'm not after him, either."
Tension drains away from Yanagi. He cannot let anyone hurt Yukimura - but he would not let anyone hurt Yagyuu, either.
"Has he ever said to you that he loves you?" Yagyuu asks, and sees Yanagi nod. "Have you ever told him the same?"
"Yes."
"I have never said such words to Niou, although he said it almost everyday. I never believed him; I still don't. And I don't," Yagyuu finishes his glass of wine, "think I loved him at all."
Yanagi ponders on this.
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................I need to finish this.
And the beginning of some KiteRin:
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It started like this: a gouya against the neck, the sudden rush of panic, and the smell of adrenaline.
Kite had his first summer job when he was 13, helping out at a mini-market at below minimum wage. The main advantage of this was he was allowed to read all the magazines they stocked, and there was a very decent selection of sports magazines a boy like him could not afford.
When he noticed the thief, the shop owner was out for the while. The boy's face was mostly obscured by a red and white cap as he rapidly bagged goods in the third aisle, the one furthest away from the cashier. His movements were fast, but still too slow for Kite.
The thief must have noticed the look on Kite's face as he tried to leave, because the originally innocent and slow pace became a run when he got closer to the exit. Kite grabbed the closest thing he could get his hand on - a gouya from the vegetable stand - and blocked the way out.
In the instant when their eyes met, Kite recognised this thief: Hirakoba Rin, the half foreigner from his school. During the moment of surprise, the boy pushed Kite's arm away, dropped his bag and made a run for it, not stopping to pick up his baseball cap when it fell and long blonde hair spilled onto his shoulders.
Kite didn't bother chasing; catching him would mean tarnishing the reputation of the school they both attended. Instead, he picked up the bag left behind to put the goods back. He found himself putting back on the shelves soya sauce, sugar, tampons, bread and small bag of rice.
The shop owner returned around half an hour later, asking if anything happened during his absence.
Kite looked at the snacks, shelved right in front of the cashier because the children, kids the same age as him and Hirakoba, often tried to steal them.
"No, sir, nothing happened."
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....I also need to write more of this.
I have many, many more such things sitting around.
NakaMasa taught me a new word: tenimyucation. I feel like headdesking.
---
Almost a week after it all, Yanagi asks Yagyuu to meet up for drinks one night. There are things he wants to talk about and they are better discussed in private, but Yanagi wants to take Yagyuu out of his comfort zone, to a setting that is not filled with Niou's memories.
Yagyuu arrives on time, appropriately dressed for the VIP room of the hotel bar, hair combed perfectly and eyes shieleded by clear but highly reflective glasses. During the short time between the door opening and Yagyuu shutting it behind him, Yanagi sees women looking this way, possibly wondering who this finely dressed gentleman is.
The waiter who shows Yagyuu in also brings with him the bottle of wine Yanagi has ordered. He tips him generously and tells him to leave them alone. He poors a glass for Yagyuu and speaks before Yagyuu tries to stop him. "Make an exception," he gestures for Yagyuu to sit down in the other armchair. Yagyuu considers before sitting down with a resigned sigh, but also a smile.
"How are you?"
Yagyuu holds the wine in his mouth for a few seconds, tasting and taking his time. Possibly thinking. He doesn't answer the question. "Who is asking?"
"Me." Although Yanagi doesn't know who he is to Yagyuu anymore. Old partner? Mentor? Friend? One of the men who killed Niou?
Yagyuu considers for a while. "I am as you see I am now. So it's an unnecessary question."
"You-"
"I don't blame you."
"But it is because of my negligence."
"I'm not after him, either."
Tension drains away from Yanagi. He cannot let anyone hurt Yukimura - but he would not let anyone hurt Yagyuu, either.
"Has he ever said to you that he loves you?" Yagyuu asks, and sees Yanagi nod. "Have you ever told him the same?"
"Yes."
"I have never said such words to Niou, although he said it almost everyday. I never believed him; I still don't. And I don't," Yagyuu finishes his glass of wine, "think I loved him at all."
Yanagi ponders on this.
---
................I need to finish this.
And the beginning of some KiteRin:
---
It started like this: a gouya against the neck, the sudden rush of panic, and the smell of adrenaline.
Kite had his first summer job when he was 13, helping out at a mini-market at below minimum wage. The main advantage of this was he was allowed to read all the magazines they stocked, and there was a very decent selection of sports magazines a boy like him could not afford.
When he noticed the thief, the shop owner was out for the while. The boy's face was mostly obscured by a red and white cap as he rapidly bagged goods in the third aisle, the one furthest away from the cashier. His movements were fast, but still too slow for Kite.
The thief must have noticed the look on Kite's face as he tried to leave, because the originally innocent and slow pace became a run when he got closer to the exit. Kite grabbed the closest thing he could get his hand on - a gouya from the vegetable stand - and blocked the way out.
In the instant when their eyes met, Kite recognised this thief: Hirakoba Rin, the half foreigner from his school. During the moment of surprise, the boy pushed Kite's arm away, dropped his bag and made a run for it, not stopping to pick up his baseball cap when it fell and long blonde hair spilled onto his shoulders.
Kite didn't bother chasing; catching him would mean tarnishing the reputation of the school they both attended. Instead, he picked up the bag left behind to put the goods back. He found himself putting back on the shelves soya sauce, sugar, tampons, bread and small bag of rice.
The shop owner returned around half an hour later, asking if anything happened during his absence.
Kite looked at the snacks, shelved right in front of the cashier because the children, kids the same age as him and Hirakoba, often tried to steal them.
"No, sir, nothing happened."
---
....I also need to write more of this.
I have many, many more such things sitting around.
NakaMasa taught me a new word: tenimyucation. I feel like headdesking.
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Date: 2007-11-04 12:00 am (UTC)Plz be explaining. I feel my own tenimyucation is lacking...
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Date: 2007-11-04 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-04 12:05 am (UTC)Masa's such a dork.
;D
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Date: 2007-11-04 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-04 12:24 am (UTC)*wibble*
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Date: 2007-11-04 12:47 am (UTC)pours?
....gouya! XDD
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Date: 2007-11-04 01:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-04 01:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-04 04:48 am (UTC)Well, you can't say that NakaMasa doesn't have good intentions...
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Date: 2007-11-04 09:54 am (UTC)*flails a little*
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Date: 2007-11-04 10:04 am (UTC)Whenever Teru sings "One love! Communication! Miseducation!" I want to replace "communication" with "Tenimyucation"...
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Date: 2007-11-04 10:05 am (UTC)