25. holiday/vacation - nisaki - ch. 4
Title: The Racoon Affair
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: 25. holiday/vacation
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Comments: Done. :P
Ch. 1
Ch. 2
Ch. 3
“Ni…if you don’t stop scratching I’m going to make you sleep on the couch,” Sakito mumbled, half conscious, as the bassist next to him raked at his own arms to no avail. It was five o’clock in the morning, and neither of them had gotten a solid hour of sleep the entire night.
Needless to say, Niya wasn’t a ray of sunshine either. “Don’t you think I would stop if I could?” he snapped, attacking his neck for a moment before throwing a minor fit of flailing and falling miserably limp on the bed.
“But scratching will only make it spread. Put on some of that calamine lotion that doctor gave you. It really helps.”
“…It’s pink.”
Sakito didn’t see it fit to respond to the other man’s reasoning for shunning the medicine, and instead rolled over and closed his eyes, pulling the blankets up over his head and vainly wishing for even a few blissful minutes of sleep. Nobly, Niya made a fruitless attempt to stop scratching and allow the guitarist those few minutes of rest, but his willpower wasn’t strong enough to combat the urge to rip off all his skin to make it stop and with a strangled protest proceeded to give it a try. Groaning with displeasure, Sakito pressed the pillow against his head a moment before sitting up and sliding out of bed. His bare feet thumped along irritably toward the living room, and he returned quickly with a suspiciously official bottle in his hand.
“Sit up and take your shirt off,” Sakito commanded, stopping smartly next to the bed where Niya was bemoaning the massive rash covering much of his upper body. Sullenly, the bassist did as he was told, finally defeated. He scratched dejectedly at his now bare collarbone while Sakito deftly twisted off the bottle’s cap and shook some of the thick, pink liquid into his hand.
Niya couldn’t honestly say that the cool lotion and his lover’s gentle hand didn’t feel heavenly against the burning rash, but he wasn’t about to loose completely without a feeble, last-ditch protest. “But it’s pink…. I’m going to be pink all over.”
“Oh, shut up. It’ll help it heal faster. Besides, it’s really more like mauve…or puce.” The guitarist was trying to console him a bit, but it seemed the subtle joke was lost on Niya.
“What the fuck is puce?”
“Kind of like purple and orange and pink…” Sakito stopped to squeeze out more calamine into his palm, rubbing it along the bassist’s shoulder blade. “…Nevermind. You’re lucky you were wearing jeans or I might be smearing this all over your butt, too.”
***
“Hey Baba, your ass is turning pink.” Yomi took the pause offered as a cue to restart his teasing. Sakito clapped his hands over his mouth and glanced sidelong at Niya, waiting for the explosion that was sure to follow. He wasn’t sure whether to be worried or amused that he let that little quote slip, and ended up with a confusion of both emotions muddled into one expression. The vocalist continued in all seriousness, nodding sympathetically, “I think you might wanna get that looked at. It can’t be normal.”
Rather than getting angry, or even embarrassed, Niya rolled his eyes and waved a hand nonchalantly, returning his fingers to the lingering rash on his neck. Perhaps after such a weekend and an hour of Yomi’s teasing, the poor bassist just didn’t care anymore. Biting his lip and looking down at his mug to keep from laughing, Sakito patting his lover’s knee under the table. He thought he caught one corner of Niya’s mouth twitch toward a smile at the gesture.
“Uhm…so…where was I?”
***
Temporarily relieved of his itching, Niya feel asleep within minutes, and his exhausted partner followed suite soon after. The two remained unconscious until early afternoon. For once, Sakito was not the first awake; idly scratching a spot where the medicine had worn off, Niya turned and adjusted the blankets around his lover’s sleeping form, placing his arm around the skinny waist underneath. As soon as Sakito woke up, they would be packing up and high-tailing it for home, and he certainly wasn’t sorry to see the trip end. They would probably laugh at the misshapen adventure later, but for now Niya prayed that nothing else would hinder them from getting out of these accursed woods. If anything did, he might just cry.
Shifting under the familiar weight around his middle, Sakito’s eyelids fluttered and opened, squinting in the bright light. “What time is it?”
“One in the afternoon,” Niya answered with a smile, planting a kiss against the other’s forehead. “Go back to sleep if you want.”
The guitarist didn’t respond immediately, blinking and rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands to shake off the drowsiness. With a shake of his head, causing a curtain of unruly hair to fall across his face, Sakito sat up, stretching long arms over his head. “No, I’d rather sleep at home in my own bed.”
“Good point. Let’s get out of here.”
Tumbling out of bed, the two tossed their things into overnight bags without much thought as to what belonged where, dressed and were soon prepared to leave. Dragging their bags, Niya and Sakito moved toward the door where their shoes were waiting…or rather, where Sakito’s shoes were waiting. Niya’s were quickly escaping toward the fireplace, one each in the mouths of two raccoons. One stopped to chirp victoriously at the two men as they stood watching, disbelieving that the critters could have possibly screwed them over one last time.
Sakito turned to the bassist and opened his mouth, but was at a complete loss for how to react, “Ahh…”
“…Good riddance,” Niya hissed, and walked straight out the door and to the car, barefoot and covered with pink blotches.
***
“Thankfully, the trip home was entirely uneventful….” Trailing off, Sakito glanced around at his band mates, who were all staring at him in various staging of muffled laughter or blatant shock, shaking their heads sadly. At least, all except Niya, who was staring at the wall, likely pretending none of this ever happened.
“Remind me never to go on a trip with you two,” Ruka deadpanned, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag.
Hitsugi nodded vigorously in agreement beside him, giggling silently into his hand. “Did you get Ni’s shoes back?”
“No, the raccoons disappeared up the chimney before I could try.” As embarrassing, maddening, and awful as their vacation was, Sakito was already beginning to see the humor in it, having just relived the entire story. “I wonder what raccoons would want with shoes…?”
“Maybe they use the material for…I dunno…nests?” Hitsugi ventured with a thoughtful expression. Out of all of them, he knew the most about animals, but even he was baffled by such behavior.
“The little bastards just did it to spite me, I bet…” Niya muttered, face darkening as he thought of their furry visitors. A lifelong hatred of raccoons was beginning to take shape in the back of his mind.
Strangely silent throughout the last leg of the journey, Yomi finally broke back into the conversation, decisive and completely sure he had the answer. “Hats. Definitely hats.”
The end.
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: 25. holiday/vacation
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Comments: Done. :P
Ch. 1
Ch. 2
Ch. 3
“Ni…if you don’t stop scratching I’m going to make you sleep on the couch,” Sakito mumbled, half conscious, as the bassist next to him raked at his own arms to no avail. It was five o’clock in the morning, and neither of them had gotten a solid hour of sleep the entire night.
Needless to say, Niya wasn’t a ray of sunshine either. “Don’t you think I would stop if I could?” he snapped, attacking his neck for a moment before throwing a minor fit of flailing and falling miserably limp on the bed.
“But scratching will only make it spread. Put on some of that calamine lotion that doctor gave you. It really helps.”
“…It’s pink.”
Sakito didn’t see it fit to respond to the other man’s reasoning for shunning the medicine, and instead rolled over and closed his eyes, pulling the blankets up over his head and vainly wishing for even a few blissful minutes of sleep. Nobly, Niya made a fruitless attempt to stop scratching and allow the guitarist those few minutes of rest, but his willpower wasn’t strong enough to combat the urge to rip off all his skin to make it stop and with a strangled protest proceeded to give it a try. Groaning with displeasure, Sakito pressed the pillow against his head a moment before sitting up and sliding out of bed. His bare feet thumped along irritably toward the living room, and he returned quickly with a suspiciously official bottle in his hand.
“Sit up and take your shirt off,” Sakito commanded, stopping smartly next to the bed where Niya was bemoaning the massive rash covering much of his upper body. Sullenly, the bassist did as he was told, finally defeated. He scratched dejectedly at his now bare collarbone while Sakito deftly twisted off the bottle’s cap and shook some of the thick, pink liquid into his hand.
Niya couldn’t honestly say that the cool lotion and his lover’s gentle hand didn’t feel heavenly against the burning rash, but he wasn’t about to loose completely without a feeble, last-ditch protest. “But it’s pink…. I’m going to be pink all over.”
“Oh, shut up. It’ll help it heal faster. Besides, it’s really more like mauve…or puce.” The guitarist was trying to console him a bit, but it seemed the subtle joke was lost on Niya.
“What the fuck is puce?”
“Kind of like purple and orange and pink…” Sakito stopped to squeeze out more calamine into his palm, rubbing it along the bassist’s shoulder blade. “…Nevermind. You’re lucky you were wearing jeans or I might be smearing this all over your butt, too.”
***
“Hey Baba, your ass is turning pink.” Yomi took the pause offered as a cue to restart his teasing. Sakito clapped his hands over his mouth and glanced sidelong at Niya, waiting for the explosion that was sure to follow. He wasn’t sure whether to be worried or amused that he let that little quote slip, and ended up with a confusion of both emotions muddled into one expression. The vocalist continued in all seriousness, nodding sympathetically, “I think you might wanna get that looked at. It can’t be normal.”
Rather than getting angry, or even embarrassed, Niya rolled his eyes and waved a hand nonchalantly, returning his fingers to the lingering rash on his neck. Perhaps after such a weekend and an hour of Yomi’s teasing, the poor bassist just didn’t care anymore. Biting his lip and looking down at his mug to keep from laughing, Sakito patting his lover’s knee under the table. He thought he caught one corner of Niya’s mouth twitch toward a smile at the gesture.
“Uhm…so…where was I?”
***
Temporarily relieved of his itching, Niya feel asleep within minutes, and his exhausted partner followed suite soon after. The two remained unconscious until early afternoon. For once, Sakito was not the first awake; idly scratching a spot where the medicine had worn off, Niya turned and adjusted the blankets around his lover’s sleeping form, placing his arm around the skinny waist underneath. As soon as Sakito woke up, they would be packing up and high-tailing it for home, and he certainly wasn’t sorry to see the trip end. They would probably laugh at the misshapen adventure later, but for now Niya prayed that nothing else would hinder them from getting out of these accursed woods. If anything did, he might just cry.
Shifting under the familiar weight around his middle, Sakito’s eyelids fluttered and opened, squinting in the bright light. “What time is it?”
“One in the afternoon,” Niya answered with a smile, planting a kiss against the other’s forehead. “Go back to sleep if you want.”
The guitarist didn’t respond immediately, blinking and rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands to shake off the drowsiness. With a shake of his head, causing a curtain of unruly hair to fall across his face, Sakito sat up, stretching long arms over his head. “No, I’d rather sleep at home in my own bed.”
“Good point. Let’s get out of here.”
Tumbling out of bed, the two tossed their things into overnight bags without much thought as to what belonged where, dressed and were soon prepared to leave. Dragging their bags, Niya and Sakito moved toward the door where their shoes were waiting…or rather, where Sakito’s shoes were waiting. Niya’s were quickly escaping toward the fireplace, one each in the mouths of two raccoons. One stopped to chirp victoriously at the two men as they stood watching, disbelieving that the critters could have possibly screwed them over one last time.
Sakito turned to the bassist and opened his mouth, but was at a complete loss for how to react, “Ahh…”
“…Good riddance,” Niya hissed, and walked straight out the door and to the car, barefoot and covered with pink blotches.
***
“Thankfully, the trip home was entirely uneventful….” Trailing off, Sakito glanced around at his band mates, who were all staring at him in various staging of muffled laughter or blatant shock, shaking their heads sadly. At least, all except Niya, who was staring at the wall, likely pretending none of this ever happened.
“Remind me never to go on a trip with you two,” Ruka deadpanned, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag.
Hitsugi nodded vigorously in agreement beside him, giggling silently into his hand. “Did you get Ni’s shoes back?”
“No, the raccoons disappeared up the chimney before I could try.” As embarrassing, maddening, and awful as their vacation was, Sakito was already beginning to see the humor in it, having just relived the entire story. “I wonder what raccoons would want with shoes…?”
“Maybe they use the material for…I dunno…nests?” Hitsugi ventured with a thoughtful expression. Out of all of them, he knew the most about animals, but even he was baffled by such behavior.
“The little bastards just did it to spite me, I bet…” Niya muttered, face darkening as he thought of their furry visitors. A lifelong hatred of raccoons was beginning to take shape in the back of his mind.
Strangely silent throughout the last leg of the journey, Yomi finally broke back into the conversation, decisive and completely sure he had the answer. “Hats. Definitely hats.”
The end.