25. holiday/vacation - nisaki - ch. 2
Title: The Racoon Affair
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: 25. holiday/vacation
Rating: PG-ish
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Comments: This chapter is probably worse. I still didn't proofread it. :B
Ch. 1
Something moist and slightly bumpy lapped fleetingly across Niya’s cheek as he woke slowly from a deep sleep. The thing was tongue-like and oddly cold, but the bassist wasn’t conscious enough to further contemplate the sensation until it stopped, only to be replaced by what felt like little feet tip-toeing down his chest, stomach and over his hip. Smooth, slightly slick flesh slid under Niya’s waistband and into his boxers, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a confused smile. Sakito must be feeling frisky…and had been…sucking on ice cubes? The supposed hand on his thigh jumped up, landing a little higher and Niya almost snickered when the same cold tongue brushed his skin.
Wait…tongue? Opening one eye suspiciously, the bassist twisted his head to look toward where Sakito had been curled up next to him, “Taka…?”
“Good morning,” the familiar voice answered, but from the wrong side. Niya started, turning and opening his eyes all the way to see the bright-eyed guitarist holding a plate with toast and a coffee mug. He kneeled next to the bed, smile fading when he saw Niya’s shocked expression. “…Something wrong?”
“Where were- You weren’t- Your hands are over there,” Niya stammered in response.
“Err, yes….” He wasn’t sure what he was getting at, and Sakito set the plate down on the bedside table. “Why?”
A multitude of emotions crossed Niya’s face in a matter of seconds, not the least of which were horror and disgust. Throwing off the blankets, he pulled up the elastic of his boxers and peered down, turning almost instantly green when a toad of fairly large size croaked at him, blinking nonchalantly as if the bassist’s underwear was the most normal of habitats. Quickly overcoming his temporary paralysis, Niya practically flew out of bed with a loud expletive, hopping and flailing long after the toad had exited his shorts. Sakito, quite sure the other had gone inexplicably mad, scooted out of range with raised eyebrows and mouth parted in surprise. It didn’t take long for him to piece together what had just occurred, and bit his lip to keep from rolling on the floor with mirth. He scooped up the toad with both hands, holding the terrified creature away from Niya’s stomping feet until the bassist ceased his frenzy and stood panting. “I was just FELT UP by a FROG.”
Sakito choked on his own laughter, the hilarity of the situation bringing tears to his eyes. Between gasps he managed to reply, holding up the animal in question, “I think…this is…a toad…actually.”
***
Niya’s furious glare did nothing against the howls of laughter from Yomi causing the inhabitants of neighboring tables to stare in irritation. Rocking back and forth on his chair, the vocalist showed no sign of being able to stop, or even being willing to stop anytime soon and it was a good five minutes before he was able to gain at least a tiny bit of control over himself again.
“It’s not fucking funny!” the bassist snapped, slowly turning deeper red when Yomi began flicking his tongue out and blinking deliberately in a toad-like fashion. Steam was likely to start flowing out of Niya’s ears at any moment, judging from the expression on his face, or at least that’s what Hitsugi figured as he joined them at the table.
“What’s so funny?” a smile played at the corners of the newcomer’s mouth, although it was somewhat confused as to the circumstances. However, generally speaking, if Yomi was laughing and any number of other people where angry there was usually some ridiculous joke involved (at someone else’s expense). Hitsugi glanced over at Sakito, who appeared to be in his own little world - one where Yomis were extinct - watching the dregs of his tea swirl around the bottom of the empty mug in front of him with a blissfully blank look to his pretty face.
Yomi answered shrilly when he could speak again, “Oh, Niya got felt up by a frog.” He paused and corrected himself, “Toad. I mean toad,” followed by more snickering.
“I did not!” Niya exploded, attracting more attention from the other customers and waking Sakito from his reverie, and the guitarist patted his hand absently.
Hitsugi stared at each of his friends in turn, unsure of what to say, or even think for the moment. “I think someone had better fill me in….”
***
It took Sakito the better part of an hour to convince Niya that he wasn’t any less of man for having a toad crawl down his underwear and also that he wouldn‘t sprout warts anywhere unpleasant. After a shower the bassist had more or less repaired his wounded pride. The day’s agenda currently scheduled a day on the nearby lake, complete with picnic. Or, at least would have been complete with a picnic if the raccoons had not eaten most of their food. Instead, the two had to take a detour to the convenience store for more. By the time they actually found the lake, a decent place to sit, and shade from the hot sun, it was well past noon and both stomachs where protesting at having not been fed in hours.
Finally settled and pleasantly sated, Niya pushed the remains of lunch out of the way and stretched out in a small patch of sun that had managed to fight its way through the thick foliage of the tree above. Sakito leaned back on his hands and gazed out over the sparkling blue water, eyes following a fishing boat drifting lazily across. Following in its wake were three swans, gracefully gliding along with their elegant white necks dipping occasionally to the water. Reaching over, Sakito tapped his companion on the shoulder. “Look, swans.”
“Your cousins maybe?” Niya replied with a flirty grin, rolling over and propping himself up on one elbow. Pretending to ignore the compliment, the guitarist pointed shyly toward the water. As he did so, one of the birds veered off and began swimming toward shore. With a look of delight, Sakito reached for his camera and hopped up lightly, trotting down to the water’s edge. The swan hesitated when he reached the shore and stopped to float momentarily, regarding Sakito with a tilt of its perfect white head, and the guitarist stood still in the hopes that it would realize he was no threat and come closer. Following a moment later, Niya ambled over with his hands in his pockets to rest his chin on Sakito’s shoulder as he too watched the hesitant bird.
“Maybe if we gave it some food?” On cue, the bassist held out a leftover crust of bread, snaking his arm around the other’s waist to pull him close.
“That might work,” Sakito admitted, taking the proffered bread crust and tossing it into the area of water between the shore and the swan, and after considering the morsel suspiciously it paddled forward and gulped down its gift. “Get another piece,” Sakito requested softly, afraid to raise his voice lest the timid bird be scared away, and the bassist complied, this time bringing a whole slice. Bit by bit, the swan paddled closer, until it was within three feet of the two men, becoming bolder the more it ate. Instead of snapping a picture like he had originally planned, Sakito left the camera unused at his side and stretched out an arm with a small chunk of bread held lightly between his fingers. Balking for a brief moment, the swan waddled forward onto solid ground, clamping its beak onto the treat and stopping to swallow.
Sometimes insane impulses strike even the most sane of person, and Sakito could often be a little naïve, though petting a swan, of all things, would seem harmless enough to anyone at first thought. This is exactly what he attempted, slowly reaching his fingers a little farther to brush the bird’s elegant, snow white neck, thinking it must feel like silk and fresh snow at the same time. The swan, unfortunately, had other ideas about its personal boundaries, and without warning clamped down on poor Sakito’s fingers with an extraordinarily harsh grip, flapping angrily upward and attacking his exposed forearm with wide, rough feet before barreling straight into the guitarist’s thin chest. Not only did this knock him backward, but also afforded another swipe at his cheek before escaping, hissing vehemently, into the air.
Stunned, Sakito lay on his back in the dirt, open-mouthed disbelief written all over his face. Quite possibly just as stunned, Niya appeared instantly next to him, pulling his lover into an upright position by the uninjured arm. The injured arm was sporting a large gash and some smaller scratches, and there were also several along his jaw.
“What the hell…” Sakito began, unsure if he had really just been attacked by a swan, or if he had hallucinated the whole incident. People didn’t get attacked by swans. They got attacked by dogs and rabid raccoons…not birds.
Niya pressed the sleeve of his shirt to the cut on his arm, though it was bleeding so profusely it didn’t help much. “…I think you’re the only person in the world that could possibly get mauled by swan…” he said with a gentle chuckle, shifting so that Sakito could lean comfortably against his shoulder.
“Exactly… What the hell,” Sakito muttered, trying to get a good look at his arm, although he didn’t need to move the other’s sleeve to see the blood trickling down unhindered, as it was too much for the thin fabric. They stayed sitting on the water’s edge for several minutes silently, both completely thunderstruck.
Shortly, Niya moved his hand to see if the bleeding had stopped, but was met by a fresh gob of the red liquid. “I think you need stitches, angel….”
***
“…Did you seriously get mauled by a swan?” Hitsugi could not believe what he was hearing. “I mean…people get mauled by dogs and…”
“…rabid racoons, blah blah blah. I know,” Sakito finished his best friend’s sentence with an exasperated sigh. “It was a swan.” He held up the cut arm for Hitsugi to see, the stitches still covered by a small gauze bandage. The thin lacerations on his jaw and hand where mostly invisible now, but squinting closely he could spot them.
“…Dude.”
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: 25. holiday/vacation
Rating: PG-ish
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Comments: This chapter is probably worse. I still didn't proofread it. :B
Ch. 1
Something moist and slightly bumpy lapped fleetingly across Niya’s cheek as he woke slowly from a deep sleep. The thing was tongue-like and oddly cold, but the bassist wasn’t conscious enough to further contemplate the sensation until it stopped, only to be replaced by what felt like little feet tip-toeing down his chest, stomach and over his hip. Smooth, slightly slick flesh slid under Niya’s waistband and into his boxers, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a confused smile. Sakito must be feeling frisky…and had been…sucking on ice cubes? The supposed hand on his thigh jumped up, landing a little higher and Niya almost snickered when the same cold tongue brushed his skin.
Wait…tongue? Opening one eye suspiciously, the bassist twisted his head to look toward where Sakito had been curled up next to him, “Taka…?”
“Good morning,” the familiar voice answered, but from the wrong side. Niya started, turning and opening his eyes all the way to see the bright-eyed guitarist holding a plate with toast and a coffee mug. He kneeled next to the bed, smile fading when he saw Niya’s shocked expression. “…Something wrong?”
“Where were- You weren’t- Your hands are over there,” Niya stammered in response.
“Err, yes….” He wasn’t sure what he was getting at, and Sakito set the plate down on the bedside table. “Why?”
A multitude of emotions crossed Niya’s face in a matter of seconds, not the least of which were horror and disgust. Throwing off the blankets, he pulled up the elastic of his boxers and peered down, turning almost instantly green when a toad of fairly large size croaked at him, blinking nonchalantly as if the bassist’s underwear was the most normal of habitats. Quickly overcoming his temporary paralysis, Niya practically flew out of bed with a loud expletive, hopping and flailing long after the toad had exited his shorts. Sakito, quite sure the other had gone inexplicably mad, scooted out of range with raised eyebrows and mouth parted in surprise. It didn’t take long for him to piece together what had just occurred, and bit his lip to keep from rolling on the floor with mirth. He scooped up the toad with both hands, holding the terrified creature away from Niya’s stomping feet until the bassist ceased his frenzy and stood panting. “I was just FELT UP by a FROG.”
Sakito choked on his own laughter, the hilarity of the situation bringing tears to his eyes. Between gasps he managed to reply, holding up the animal in question, “I think…this is…a toad…actually.”
***
Niya’s furious glare did nothing against the howls of laughter from Yomi causing the inhabitants of neighboring tables to stare in irritation. Rocking back and forth on his chair, the vocalist showed no sign of being able to stop, or even being willing to stop anytime soon and it was a good five minutes before he was able to gain at least a tiny bit of control over himself again.
“It’s not fucking funny!” the bassist snapped, slowly turning deeper red when Yomi began flicking his tongue out and blinking deliberately in a toad-like fashion. Steam was likely to start flowing out of Niya’s ears at any moment, judging from the expression on his face, or at least that’s what Hitsugi figured as he joined them at the table.
“What’s so funny?” a smile played at the corners of the newcomer’s mouth, although it was somewhat confused as to the circumstances. However, generally speaking, if Yomi was laughing and any number of other people where angry there was usually some ridiculous joke involved (at someone else’s expense). Hitsugi glanced over at Sakito, who appeared to be in his own little world - one where Yomis were extinct - watching the dregs of his tea swirl around the bottom of the empty mug in front of him with a blissfully blank look to his pretty face.
Yomi answered shrilly when he could speak again, “Oh, Niya got felt up by a frog.” He paused and corrected himself, “Toad. I mean toad,” followed by more snickering.
“I did not!” Niya exploded, attracting more attention from the other customers and waking Sakito from his reverie, and the guitarist patted his hand absently.
Hitsugi stared at each of his friends in turn, unsure of what to say, or even think for the moment. “I think someone had better fill me in….”
***
It took Sakito the better part of an hour to convince Niya that he wasn’t any less of man for having a toad crawl down his underwear and also that he wouldn‘t sprout warts anywhere unpleasant. After a shower the bassist had more or less repaired his wounded pride. The day’s agenda currently scheduled a day on the nearby lake, complete with picnic. Or, at least would have been complete with a picnic if the raccoons had not eaten most of their food. Instead, the two had to take a detour to the convenience store for more. By the time they actually found the lake, a decent place to sit, and shade from the hot sun, it was well past noon and both stomachs where protesting at having not been fed in hours.
Finally settled and pleasantly sated, Niya pushed the remains of lunch out of the way and stretched out in a small patch of sun that had managed to fight its way through the thick foliage of the tree above. Sakito leaned back on his hands and gazed out over the sparkling blue water, eyes following a fishing boat drifting lazily across. Following in its wake were three swans, gracefully gliding along with their elegant white necks dipping occasionally to the water. Reaching over, Sakito tapped his companion on the shoulder. “Look, swans.”
“Your cousins maybe?” Niya replied with a flirty grin, rolling over and propping himself up on one elbow. Pretending to ignore the compliment, the guitarist pointed shyly toward the water. As he did so, one of the birds veered off and began swimming toward shore. With a look of delight, Sakito reached for his camera and hopped up lightly, trotting down to the water’s edge. The swan hesitated when he reached the shore and stopped to float momentarily, regarding Sakito with a tilt of its perfect white head, and the guitarist stood still in the hopes that it would realize he was no threat and come closer. Following a moment later, Niya ambled over with his hands in his pockets to rest his chin on Sakito’s shoulder as he too watched the hesitant bird.
“Maybe if we gave it some food?” On cue, the bassist held out a leftover crust of bread, snaking his arm around the other’s waist to pull him close.
“That might work,” Sakito admitted, taking the proffered bread crust and tossing it into the area of water between the shore and the swan, and after considering the morsel suspiciously it paddled forward and gulped down its gift. “Get another piece,” Sakito requested softly, afraid to raise his voice lest the timid bird be scared away, and the bassist complied, this time bringing a whole slice. Bit by bit, the swan paddled closer, until it was within three feet of the two men, becoming bolder the more it ate. Instead of snapping a picture like he had originally planned, Sakito left the camera unused at his side and stretched out an arm with a small chunk of bread held lightly between his fingers. Balking for a brief moment, the swan waddled forward onto solid ground, clamping its beak onto the treat and stopping to swallow.
Sometimes insane impulses strike even the most sane of person, and Sakito could often be a little naïve, though petting a swan, of all things, would seem harmless enough to anyone at first thought. This is exactly what he attempted, slowly reaching his fingers a little farther to brush the bird’s elegant, snow white neck, thinking it must feel like silk and fresh snow at the same time. The swan, unfortunately, had other ideas about its personal boundaries, and without warning clamped down on poor Sakito’s fingers with an extraordinarily harsh grip, flapping angrily upward and attacking his exposed forearm with wide, rough feet before barreling straight into the guitarist’s thin chest. Not only did this knock him backward, but also afforded another swipe at his cheek before escaping, hissing vehemently, into the air.
Stunned, Sakito lay on his back in the dirt, open-mouthed disbelief written all over his face. Quite possibly just as stunned, Niya appeared instantly next to him, pulling his lover into an upright position by the uninjured arm. The injured arm was sporting a large gash and some smaller scratches, and there were also several along his jaw.
“What the hell…” Sakito began, unsure if he had really just been attacked by a swan, or if he had hallucinated the whole incident. People didn’t get attacked by swans. They got attacked by dogs and rabid raccoons…not birds.
Niya pressed the sleeve of his shirt to the cut on his arm, though it was bleeding so profusely it didn’t help much. “…I think you’re the only person in the world that could possibly get mauled by swan…” he said with a gentle chuckle, shifting so that Sakito could lean comfortably against his shoulder.
“Exactly… What the hell,” Sakito muttered, trying to get a good look at his arm, although he didn’t need to move the other’s sleeve to see the blood trickling down unhindered, as it was too much for the thin fabric. They stayed sitting on the water’s edge for several minutes silently, both completely thunderstruck.
Shortly, Niya moved his hand to see if the bleeding had stopped, but was met by a fresh gob of the red liquid. “I think you need stitches, angel….”
***
“…Did you seriously get mauled by a swan?” Hitsugi could not believe what he was hearing. “I mean…people get mauled by dogs and…”
“…rabid racoons, blah blah blah. I know,” Sakito finished his best friend’s sentence with an exasperated sigh. “It was a swan.” He held up the cut arm for Hitsugi to see, the stitches still covered by a small gauze bandage. The thin lacerations on his jaw and hand where mostly invisible now, but squinting closely he could spot them.
“…Dude.”