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Fandom: Gokusen 2
Pairing: Yabuki Hayato/Odagiri Ryu
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: PG-13
one; ring
With a laugh, Ryu slips it on to his finger, saying, “It’s like you’re proposing,” even though Hayato has repeated, “Shut up! It’s a friendship ring!” at least fifteen times.
two; hero
Hayato watches speechlessly as Ryu falls to his knees and bows his head to the enemy, recognizing this pain as betrayal.
three; memory
They were each friends with Take first, not with each other, and Hayato distinctively recalls that when they were six and first met, he pushed Ryu into the sandbox for smiling at him.
four; box
It’s the same as before, except that this time he has no one to turn to, and after his first night at Frentzen, returning to a cold and unforgiving house, he feels somewhat numb.
five; run
After saying goodbye to Yankumi, they go off in separate directions, and just as Ryu is about to dart to the left, Hayato grabs his wrist, laughing and yelling, “Where do you think you’re going?”
six; hurricane
Hayato wakes up one day in the middle of fall and realizes with only slight surprise that he is and has always been in love with his best friend.
seven; wings
Ryu starts noticing it in third grade, watching Hayato, who doesn’t even flinch when hit, cry after the limp bird they found and tried to nurse dies on his porch while they’re in school.
eight; cold
Hayato sits up in bed and frowns before falling back down and scrabbling at the side, muttering half-coherently, “Christ, Ryu, stop hogging the blankets.”
nine; red
“Get out! No traitor is part of our class!” shouts Hayato, ramming knuckles into his jaw, and it’s not the first time they’ve hit each other, but Ryu is sure it didn’t hurt this much before.
ten; drink
He smiles at the excuse Hayato gives for suddenly lurching forward and kissing him, laughing at the anxious blush, and says, “Liar, you’re not even old enough to drink.”
eleven; midnight
He’s good-looking enough to have had his share of offers from pretty girls and boys alike from the nightclub, so Ryu doesn’t know why he keeps on declining, why he waits for someone who will never come.
twelve; temptation
“You dance like an idiot,” Ryu says flatly, turning his head away from Hayato’s pout, thinking that God, it should be illegal to move your hips like that.
thirteen; view
It’s usually cold on the rooftop, where he can see Hayato, Take, Tsucchi and Hyuga joking and playing around with their lunches, but it’s even colder alone.
fourteen; music
It’s summer and there is nothing better for Hayato to do than to jump on his bed and shout English lyrics at Ryu from some corny love song they don’t understand on the radio.
fifteen; silk
“Rich kids have interesting wardrobes,” comments Hayato, running fingers down black silk that slides like water against his skin, thinking how fun this shirt would be to tug off.
sixteen; cover
During their free period, Tsucchi turns in his seat, slams his fan down on Hayato’s desk and says, “Oi, can you please stop shooting Ryu ‘come hither’ looks through my head?”
seventeen; promise
“I’m not letting go,” says Hayato stubbornly after Ryu tries to shake him off because they’re in public, and it’s not until much later that he realizes Hayato wasn’t only talking about their hands.
eighteen; dream
Ryu throws his boxers into the washing machine and decides that there is definitely something wrong with him after imagining his best friend doing things like that.
nineteen; candle
“I put in a lot for good luck,” Hayato explains proudly, while Ryu eyes the cake topped with more wax than icing, to the point where he can’t even see his name in candy gel anymore.
twenty; talent
He cannot paint, cannot sing, cannot write, cannot solve basic algebra, cannot do a great number of things, but Hayato can make Ryu smile and somehow that’s more than enough.
twenty-one; silence
“How did you know I was working at Frentzen anyway?” asks Ryu, and as Hayato stiffens, flushes, and then pretends not to hear, he adds a soft, “Ah.”
twenty-two; journey
It is six thousand and seventy-nine steps to Ryu’s house from his, six thousand and seventy-nine steps he takes to jump over a stone wall and see a thin, quiet boy smiling down from the balcony.
twenty-three; fire
“I haven’t forgiven you yet,” Hayato mutters, throwing punches and hurtful words when all he really wants to do is look Ryu in the face and ask, “Why, why, why, why, why?”
twenty-four; strength
Ryu doesn’t let anyone solve his problems, but he allows Hayato to draw him near when they’re too much to bear, lets the other boy bend forward and kiss below his eyes.
twenty-five; mask
“I’ll pass,” Ryu says in response to Hyuga’s offer of a group date, not wanting to sit in a room for hours, watching Hayato yell into microphones, leaning on one girl and flirting with three others.
twenty-six; ice
“Why,” interrupts Hayato, brushing roughly past until Take stops in his half-stuttered explanation of what really happened two weeks ago, “are you talking to me about that bastard?”
twenty-seven; fall
It’s difficult to remember that he once used to rule 3-D with Hayato, when every time he bumps into classmates only Take will say hello, and the others won’t even look.
twenty-eight; forgotten
On the day after, Hayato kicks Ryu’s desk far into the corner, where he doesn’t have to see it, because it’s easier to forget that way.
twenty-nine; dance
In the dim colored lights of the club, it’s not hard to pretend this dark-haired stranger is Hayato, that the too-loud bass is the pumping of his heart, that for a moment things are okay.
thirty; body
It isn’t like this when he does it with girls; he only feels the need to kiss harder even if they’re breathless, to be closer even when they’re joined, to hold on even if they’re both too exhausted to move, when with Ryu.
thirty-one; sacred
They’ve been doing this since middle school, so even with a split lip, Hayato manages to crack a grin when Ryu, nursing a sprained wrist, pokes at his black eye and says, “You look so stupid.”
thirty-two; farewells
Neither says a word as he gets into his father’s limo, and as they’re pulling away, Ryu can see Hayato with merciless clarity in the car’s side mirror, turning away and not looking back.
thirty-three; world
He doesn’t care for money, status, or fame because this is all he will ever need, sprawled over Hayato’s stomach on a nameless holiday, getting blisters on his thumbs trying to beat the crap out of each other in videogames.
thirty-four; formal
Thinking about it, Hayato has never called him, ‘Odagiri,’ since it has always been, “Ryu, let me copy your homework,” “Ryu, sleep over tonight,” “Ryu, daisuki da yo.”
thirty-five; fever
They’re both miserable and shivering, curling up in the same blanket, when Ryu says, “We’re going to be hopeless if you can’t even take care of me when I’m sick without catching it too.”
thirty-six; laugh
They’re bruised and bleeding, but the Ara punks had crawled off in worse condition, so though his ribs protest, it feels good to just sit and laugh until they can pick each other up and limp home.
thirty-seven; lies
“This is best for you. You shouldn’t have been hanging around those delinquents anyway,” his father says, and for once Ryu wishes he could believe him.
thirty-eight; forever
Hayato is back from work and lounging in the living room by the time Ryu finishes university classes, and no matter how bad the morning has been, it’s a good day.
thirty-nine; overwhelmed
When the world’s weight is too heavy, Ryu hides in Hayato’s room, wrapped in strong arms and hand-me-down blankets, where unhappiness, loneliness and his father’s disappointed gaze can’t reach him.
forty; whisper
Hayato bends over, says three words in an empty classroom, and after he leaves, Ryu stops pretending to be asleep and stares at the door.
forty-one; wait
“We’re in school,” Ryu hisses, preferring a bit more decency, but Hayato smirks impishly and slips a hand under his belt, and though his mouth hangs open he can’t seem to utter a word.
forty-two; talk
He hits Ryu so hard the boy falls to the ground, and Hayato has always been better at expressing himself through actions rather than words, but that wasn’t what he had meant to say at all.
forty-three; search
“Are you looking for Ryu?” asks his mother at the gate, eyeing Hayato in an unsmiling, sympathetic way that tells him that she also knows how it feels to love an Odagiri man and how much it hurts.
forty-four; hope
“Yeah, those breasts are pretty big,” comments Hayato, and Ryu has to stop himself from sighing because with puberty and hormones, he really shouldn’t have to deal with an oblivious Hayato too, but then, “Though Ryu’s face is prettier.”
forty-five; eclipse
Hayato leans over and blocks the sun from view, but Ryu can’t see anything anyway when they’re so close they’re both afraid to exhale.
forty-six; gravity
Hayato panics, eyes widening as Ryu puts one foot on the railing, and yells, “Wait a minute, Ryu, you can’t jump down from your room - it’s way too high and you’ll get hu- ugh!”
forty-seven; highway
Three in the morning while watching cars speed by, Hayato decides that one day he’s going to take Ryu as far away as he can, to where nothing else exists but them.
forty-eight; unknown
Hayato pushes him down, and Ryu worries for a moment that he isn’t yet forgiven, until the other boy climbs on him, smirks and asks, “What? You don’t know how to do it anymore?”
forty-nine; lock
There are infinite walls guarding Ryu’s stoic heart, but every time Hayato splays his hand over the other boy’s chest, he’s breaking a few of them under the gentle pressure of his fingertips.
fifty; breathe
It’s morning - he can see the light through his eyelids as his senses come back to him one by one - the detergent smell of the pillows, the white noise of the air conditioner, the warmth tucked against his back, “Ohayou,” breathed in his ear.
Pairing: Yabuki Hayato/Odagiri Ryu
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: PG-13
one; ring
With a laugh, Ryu slips it on to his finger, saying, “It’s like you’re proposing,” even though Hayato has repeated, “Shut up! It’s a friendship ring!” at least fifteen times.
two; hero
Hayato watches speechlessly as Ryu falls to his knees and bows his head to the enemy, recognizing this pain as betrayal.
three; memory
They were each friends with Take first, not with each other, and Hayato distinctively recalls that when they were six and first met, he pushed Ryu into the sandbox for smiling at him.
four; box
It’s the same as before, except that this time he has no one to turn to, and after his first night at Frentzen, returning to a cold and unforgiving house, he feels somewhat numb.
five; run
After saying goodbye to Yankumi, they go off in separate directions, and just as Ryu is about to dart to the left, Hayato grabs his wrist, laughing and yelling, “Where do you think you’re going?”
six; hurricane
Hayato wakes up one day in the middle of fall and realizes with only slight surprise that he is and has always been in love with his best friend.
seven; wings
Ryu starts noticing it in third grade, watching Hayato, who doesn’t even flinch when hit, cry after the limp bird they found and tried to nurse dies on his porch while they’re in school.
eight; cold
Hayato sits up in bed and frowns before falling back down and scrabbling at the side, muttering half-coherently, “Christ, Ryu, stop hogging the blankets.”
nine; red
“Get out! No traitor is part of our class!” shouts Hayato, ramming knuckles into his jaw, and it’s not the first time they’ve hit each other, but Ryu is sure it didn’t hurt this much before.
ten; drink
He smiles at the excuse Hayato gives for suddenly lurching forward and kissing him, laughing at the anxious blush, and says, “Liar, you’re not even old enough to drink.”
eleven; midnight
He’s good-looking enough to have had his share of offers from pretty girls and boys alike from the nightclub, so Ryu doesn’t know why he keeps on declining, why he waits for someone who will never come.
twelve; temptation
“You dance like an idiot,” Ryu says flatly, turning his head away from Hayato’s pout, thinking that God, it should be illegal to move your hips like that.
thirteen; view
It’s usually cold on the rooftop, where he can see Hayato, Take, Tsucchi and Hyuga joking and playing around with their lunches, but it’s even colder alone.
fourteen; music
It’s summer and there is nothing better for Hayato to do than to jump on his bed and shout English lyrics at Ryu from some corny love song they don’t understand on the radio.
fifteen; silk
“Rich kids have interesting wardrobes,” comments Hayato, running fingers down black silk that slides like water against his skin, thinking how fun this shirt would be to tug off.
sixteen; cover
During their free period, Tsucchi turns in his seat, slams his fan down on Hayato’s desk and says, “Oi, can you please stop shooting Ryu ‘come hither’ looks through my head?”
seventeen; promise
“I’m not letting go,” says Hayato stubbornly after Ryu tries to shake him off because they’re in public, and it’s not until much later that he realizes Hayato wasn’t only talking about their hands.
eighteen; dream
Ryu throws his boxers into the washing machine and decides that there is definitely something wrong with him after imagining his best friend doing things like that.
nineteen; candle
“I put in a lot for good luck,” Hayato explains proudly, while Ryu eyes the cake topped with more wax than icing, to the point where he can’t even see his name in candy gel anymore.
twenty; talent
He cannot paint, cannot sing, cannot write, cannot solve basic algebra, cannot do a great number of things, but Hayato can make Ryu smile and somehow that’s more than enough.
twenty-one; silence
“How did you know I was working at Frentzen anyway?” asks Ryu, and as Hayato stiffens, flushes, and then pretends not to hear, he adds a soft, “Ah.”
twenty-two; journey
It is six thousand and seventy-nine steps to Ryu’s house from his, six thousand and seventy-nine steps he takes to jump over a stone wall and see a thin, quiet boy smiling down from the balcony.
twenty-three; fire
“I haven’t forgiven you yet,” Hayato mutters, throwing punches and hurtful words when all he really wants to do is look Ryu in the face and ask, “Why, why, why, why, why?”
twenty-four; strength
Ryu doesn’t let anyone solve his problems, but he allows Hayato to draw him near when they’re too much to bear, lets the other boy bend forward and kiss below his eyes.
twenty-five; mask
“I’ll pass,” Ryu says in response to Hyuga’s offer of a group date, not wanting to sit in a room for hours, watching Hayato yell into microphones, leaning on one girl and flirting with three others.
twenty-six; ice
“Why,” interrupts Hayato, brushing roughly past until Take stops in his half-stuttered explanation of what really happened two weeks ago, “are you talking to me about that bastard?”
twenty-seven; fall
It’s difficult to remember that he once used to rule 3-D with Hayato, when every time he bumps into classmates only Take will say hello, and the others won’t even look.
twenty-eight; forgotten
On the day after, Hayato kicks Ryu’s desk far into the corner, where he doesn’t have to see it, because it’s easier to forget that way.
twenty-nine; dance
In the dim colored lights of the club, it’s not hard to pretend this dark-haired stranger is Hayato, that the too-loud bass is the pumping of his heart, that for a moment things are okay.
thirty; body
It isn’t like this when he does it with girls; he only feels the need to kiss harder even if they’re breathless, to be closer even when they’re joined, to hold on even if they’re both too exhausted to move, when with Ryu.
thirty-one; sacred
They’ve been doing this since middle school, so even with a split lip, Hayato manages to crack a grin when Ryu, nursing a sprained wrist, pokes at his black eye and says, “You look so stupid.”
thirty-two; farewells
Neither says a word as he gets into his father’s limo, and as they’re pulling away, Ryu can see Hayato with merciless clarity in the car’s side mirror, turning away and not looking back.
thirty-three; world
He doesn’t care for money, status, or fame because this is all he will ever need, sprawled over Hayato’s stomach on a nameless holiday, getting blisters on his thumbs trying to beat the crap out of each other in videogames.
thirty-four; formal
Thinking about it, Hayato has never called him, ‘Odagiri,’ since it has always been, “Ryu, let me copy your homework,” “Ryu, sleep over tonight,” “Ryu, daisuki da yo.”
thirty-five; fever
They’re both miserable and shivering, curling up in the same blanket, when Ryu says, “We’re going to be hopeless if you can’t even take care of me when I’m sick without catching it too.”
thirty-six; laugh
They’re bruised and bleeding, but the Ara punks had crawled off in worse condition, so though his ribs protest, it feels good to just sit and laugh until they can pick each other up and limp home.
thirty-seven; lies
“This is best for you. You shouldn’t have been hanging around those delinquents anyway,” his father says, and for once Ryu wishes he could believe him.
thirty-eight; forever
Hayato is back from work and lounging in the living room by the time Ryu finishes university classes, and no matter how bad the morning has been, it’s a good day.
thirty-nine; overwhelmed
When the world’s weight is too heavy, Ryu hides in Hayato’s room, wrapped in strong arms and hand-me-down blankets, where unhappiness, loneliness and his father’s disappointed gaze can’t reach him.
forty; whisper
Hayato bends over, says three words in an empty classroom, and after he leaves, Ryu stops pretending to be asleep and stares at the door.
forty-one; wait
“We’re in school,” Ryu hisses, preferring a bit more decency, but Hayato smirks impishly and slips a hand under his belt, and though his mouth hangs open he can’t seem to utter a word.
forty-two; talk
He hits Ryu so hard the boy falls to the ground, and Hayato has always been better at expressing himself through actions rather than words, but that wasn’t what he had meant to say at all.
forty-three; search
“Are you looking for Ryu?” asks his mother at the gate, eyeing Hayato in an unsmiling, sympathetic way that tells him that she also knows how it feels to love an Odagiri man and how much it hurts.
forty-four; hope
“Yeah, those breasts are pretty big,” comments Hayato, and Ryu has to stop himself from sighing because with puberty and hormones, he really shouldn’t have to deal with an oblivious Hayato too, but then, “Though Ryu’s face is prettier.”
forty-five; eclipse
Hayato leans over and blocks the sun from view, but Ryu can’t see anything anyway when they’re so close they’re both afraid to exhale.
forty-six; gravity
Hayato panics, eyes widening as Ryu puts one foot on the railing, and yells, “Wait a minute, Ryu, you can’t jump down from your room - it’s way too high and you’ll get hu- ugh!”
forty-seven; highway
Three in the morning while watching cars speed by, Hayato decides that one day he’s going to take Ryu as far away as he can, to where nothing else exists but them.
forty-eight; unknown
Hayato pushes him down, and Ryu worries for a moment that he isn’t yet forgiven, until the other boy climbs on him, smirks and asks, “What? You don’t know how to do it anymore?”
forty-nine; lock
There are infinite walls guarding Ryu’s stoic heart, but every time Hayato splays his hand over the other boy’s chest, he’s breaking a few of them under the gentle pressure of his fingertips.
fifty; breathe
It’s morning - he can see the light through his eyelids as his senses come back to him one by one - the detergent smell of the pillows, the white noise of the air conditioner, the warmth tucked against his back, “Ohayou,” breathed in his ear.