#26 - home - nisaki
Title: Heart & Home
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: 26. Home
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Absolutely nothing in here will ever be mine.
Comments: Waaah...sorry this took forever. I hope it's not too disjointed since I wrote it very sporadically.... The main inspiration behind this part is an icon by recyclingcentre & hayasaki that said 'Hi, I'm Ni~ya. With these glasses on, Sakito is naked.' which will never cease to amuse me. XD
Part 1
“Ni~yaaa, get up! You’re supposed to be helping me!” Sakito’s whines fell on deaf ears as the other man rolled over without so much as a grumble of acknowledgement. With an irritated huff, the junk dealer dropped the blanket he had pulled off his lover in an attempt to wake him up directly on Niya’s head. He turned and walked out of the bedroom, letting his steps fall heavier than he normally would have. Trust Niya to be particularly difficult when they were trying to move - he seemed to have a rather apathetic view on the idea, and some days Sakito had to wonder with some amount of anxiety as to whether his lover actually planned to come with him. Still, he felt there was little reason to keep living in constant fear for his life.
Gathering up his folding chair and the sack full of his most recent useless finds, Sakito stepped outside, moving slowly up his stairs to the dusty, sweltering street. It was a particularly hot day, with Tatooine’s two suns beating down on him from above, making the junk dealer move in a sluggish fashion toward the street market two blocks over. If it was already that hot so early, then the day was sure to be a total scorcher and there wouldn’t be many customers. Not good in the grand scheme of saving money for a new home. Breathing heavily, Sakito dropped his things in an empty space along the market street, having finally reached his destination. He unfolded the chair and sat to rest for a moment, mopping the sweat from his brow and wondering if maybe he should just give up on selling anything today in favor of getting out of the heat.
“Melted yet, skinny?”
Startled, Sakito sat up in the blissfully large shadow that suddenly fell over his slouched form. Low, mumbling voice, tall figure with sloping shoulders and a bored smirk plastered all over a long face…yep, Ruka. One of the many individuals on this roasted planet that Sakito didn’t get along with, yet the tall man was highly essential to his survival. Ruka was a junk dealer’s dealer, a seasoned traveler that brought more useless, if slightly exotic, odds and ends around the world to trade with anyone who was willing to look. Sakito happened to be one of his favorite ‘customers’ and tended to save the most appealing knick-knacks for him.
Sighing and slumping back down into his chair, the young junk dealer pulled out a square of cardboard from his pocket to fan himself. “Don’t sneak up on me like that….”
Leering in amusement, Ruka dropped his bag and squatted down to sort through the contents. “Got some good stuff for ya today.”
“Oh?” As much as Sakito didn’t trust or approve of the wanderer, he had to admit Ruka’s objects usually sold best. Leaning over slightly, he watched as the other man lined up a multitude of things for him to choose from. Used landspeeder parts, various jewelry, a few broken blasters, some unidentifiable bit of machinery, and even a pair of scratched sunglasses. Not bad. “What do you want for this?”
Ruka’s smile widened, but it quickly disappeared with a resounding thwack on the head from Niya, who had appeared (miraculously awake) behind him at that very moment. “You better not be harassing my wife again, ronto-face.”
“ ‘Wife’?” Chuckling, Ruka recovered from the blow and sat back on his haunches. “Dang, I guess anything’s legal on this rock.”
Sakito merely sighed and tried to ignore their banter, going about his business of setting up shop. He spread out a coarsely woven, holey blanket on the ground and began arranging items on it from his bag and Ruka’s stash while the tall man was otherwise occupied bickering with Niya. Chances were, they would end up going for a drink together by the end of the day. That was how it usually worked out - inevitable camaraderie between lowlifes. Once Sakito was satisfied with the layout of his wares, he returned to the chair, handing what was left in his bag to Ruka as payment. Wrinkling his nose at his new items, the traveler slung the bag over his shoulder muttering, “Next time, next time….” With a dispassionate salute, he bid goodbye to the two lovers with an extra, pointed look at Niya that was surely a reminder that he would be back later expecting a hearty time at the Mos Eisley Cantina.
Falling into an uncomfortable it’s-too-hot-to-talk sort of silence, Niya and Sakito lazily watched the few market-goers pass on their ways, few stopping to look at what they offered and not a single one of those few finding interest. A particularly dull day, to be sure. After an hour or so, Niya began to fiddle with some of the parts on the blanket, testing them for vitality out of boredom. Finding nothing to be in working order, he idly picked up the sunglasses and put them on, looking up at Sakito to ask how he looked. “Hey, Saki…”
“Hm?” Half asleep, the junk dealer turned his head slowly to see what Niya wanted, finding the other man suddenly gaping with open mouth. “…What?”
Niya’s mouth snapped shut quickly and he regained composure, coughing awkwardly as he adjusted the sunglasses on his face. “Uh…never mind….”
“…?” Confused Sakito might have been, but he was feeling too lethargic to pursue the matter further and let it slide. A small group of potential buyers stopped to look, and he got up to point out his more attractive items. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his lover shift positions, appearing to be watching him, though it was hard to tell behind the dark glasses. He shot Niya a quizzical look while one of the women examined a tarnished necklace, but was offered no explanation to the other’s strange behavior. Shrugging it off as one of his lover’s oddities and turning back to the customers, any transaction was then rudely interrupted by a thin newspaper being waved right under their noses.
“You guys ain’t gonna believe this!” came a loud, piercing voice from somewhere the back of the group. The hand holding the paper had speared its way between two of the people, obviously determined to get a point across no matter what, joined by the short body of Sakito’s neighbor, Yomi. “Sorry, sorry…” he apologized to the customers, turning to the surprised woman still holding the necklace. “Hey lady, if you don’t buy that the Empire’s going to evict my friend here from his home. Wouldn’t that be terrible if it was all your fault he was homeless?”
Groaning inwardly, Sakito held out his hand for the piece of jewelry the women was handing back to him, not expecting her or her companions to buy anything after Yomi’s usual obnoxious display. He waved forlornly to the people and told them meekly to come back for a discount if they changed their minds, but he knew that was highly unlikely. “Yomi…one of these days you’re going to badmouth the Empire to the wrong person, you know….”
Waving a hand nonchalantly to dismiss his neighbor’s worry, the shorter man held up the front page of whatever Rebel-funded paper he had managed to get his hands on and waited for Sakito to react. When the junk dealer merely stared at headline blankly, Yomi took it upon himself to incite a response. “ ‘Alderaan Vanishes’. A whole effing planet! Gone!”
“Oh….” Of course the headline hypothetically made sense, but Sakito found he was having a hard time wrapping his brain around the fact. “What happened to it?”
“Nobody seems to know yet, but it sure ain’t where it’s supposed to be,” Yomi continued, stepping around Sakito to wave hello to Niya, who was suddenly looking quite appalled. “Glad to see me, eh?” Yomi grinned, flicking him in the side of the head when he wouldn’t acknowledge his neighbor’s presence.
“Ni, what is with you today?” Sakito muttered with a sidelong glance at his silent lover.
Shaking his head in a fashion as if he was trying to clear some unwanted image from his mind, Niya turned his shielded gaze on the junk dealer, corners of his mouth twitching toward a pleased smile. Yomi, not entirely convinced that the other man was actually conscious, pulled off the sunglasses and started to look them over, to which Niya replied with a loud ‘hey!’ and made a grab for the glasses. Curious now, their neighbor scampered out of Niya’s reach to conduct a more careful examination, eventually putting the frames on his own face. “WHOA. Niyaaa, why didn’t you tell me you had nudie glasses?”
Jumping to his feet, Niya made a wild grab for Yomi, who easily hopped out of the way, cackling while they both chased circles around Sakito. The poor junk dealer was beginning to understand why his lover had been staring at him so intently since putting the sunglasses on and the facial expressions that had seemed out of context at the time. Suddenly feeling very, very exposed, though he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and pants, Sakito snuck behind the chair to wait for the two others to tire themselves out. It didn’t take long in the intense heat, with both slowing down until Niya was able to tackle Yomi in the dust, at which point the junk dealer swooped in and plucked the glasses from their grasp. “These are going back to Ruka,” he stated in a no-nonsense tone, much to the dismay for the other men.
Dejectedly, Niya and Yomi picked themselves up and shuffled over to sit on the blanket, obviously saddened by the loss of their free peepshow. Sakito couldn’t help but laugh as they stared at him like two scolded children, wide-eyed and pouting. Then, a strange thought crossed his mind that he had never considered before - would he still have this when he moved? Sobering quickly from his previous mirth, the junk dealer came to sit between his lover and neighbor, temporarily lost in thought. Yomi may be obnoxious, but he was a loyal friend. Across the street, Hitsugi dragged his fifteen some odd cages of outlandish pets to try and sell, though nobody ever bought them. With a sweet smile, he waved to the three of them and motioned for Sakito to call him later. Even Ruka was a part of the life he was coming to realize he would miss trying to climb the social ladder. Here was a bizarre kind of safety in this wretched hive of scum and villainy, forgotten by the Empire and dismissed by the Rebels. In that sentimental moment, Sakito knew that he would never leave this place where he had built up a life, however much he tried to loathe it. Dirty and old Mos Eisley may be, but dirty old Mos Eisley was certainly were his heart and home would stay.
end
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In case anyone isn't familiar with some of the Star Wars stuff....
From part 1:
Mos Eisley
Tatooine
Chalmun, Wuher, & Mos Eisley Cantina
Aqualish
From part 2:
ronto
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: 26. Home
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Absolutely nothing in here will ever be mine.
Comments: Waaah...sorry this took forever. I hope it's not too disjointed since I wrote it very sporadically.... The main inspiration behind this part is an icon by recyclingcentre & hayasaki that said 'Hi, I'm Ni~ya. With these glasses on, Sakito is naked.' which will never cease to amuse me. XD
Part 1
“Ni~yaaa, get up! You’re supposed to be helping me!” Sakito’s whines fell on deaf ears as the other man rolled over without so much as a grumble of acknowledgement. With an irritated huff, the junk dealer dropped the blanket he had pulled off his lover in an attempt to wake him up directly on Niya’s head. He turned and walked out of the bedroom, letting his steps fall heavier than he normally would have. Trust Niya to be particularly difficult when they were trying to move - he seemed to have a rather apathetic view on the idea, and some days Sakito had to wonder with some amount of anxiety as to whether his lover actually planned to come with him. Still, he felt there was little reason to keep living in constant fear for his life.
Gathering up his folding chair and the sack full of his most recent useless finds, Sakito stepped outside, moving slowly up his stairs to the dusty, sweltering street. It was a particularly hot day, with Tatooine’s two suns beating down on him from above, making the junk dealer move in a sluggish fashion toward the street market two blocks over. If it was already that hot so early, then the day was sure to be a total scorcher and there wouldn’t be many customers. Not good in the grand scheme of saving money for a new home. Breathing heavily, Sakito dropped his things in an empty space along the market street, having finally reached his destination. He unfolded the chair and sat to rest for a moment, mopping the sweat from his brow and wondering if maybe he should just give up on selling anything today in favor of getting out of the heat.
“Melted yet, skinny?”
Startled, Sakito sat up in the blissfully large shadow that suddenly fell over his slouched form. Low, mumbling voice, tall figure with sloping shoulders and a bored smirk plastered all over a long face…yep, Ruka. One of the many individuals on this roasted planet that Sakito didn’t get along with, yet the tall man was highly essential to his survival. Ruka was a junk dealer’s dealer, a seasoned traveler that brought more useless, if slightly exotic, odds and ends around the world to trade with anyone who was willing to look. Sakito happened to be one of his favorite ‘customers’ and tended to save the most appealing knick-knacks for him.
Sighing and slumping back down into his chair, the young junk dealer pulled out a square of cardboard from his pocket to fan himself. “Don’t sneak up on me like that….”
Leering in amusement, Ruka dropped his bag and squatted down to sort through the contents. “Got some good stuff for ya today.”
“Oh?” As much as Sakito didn’t trust or approve of the wanderer, he had to admit Ruka’s objects usually sold best. Leaning over slightly, he watched as the other man lined up a multitude of things for him to choose from. Used landspeeder parts, various jewelry, a few broken blasters, some unidentifiable bit of machinery, and even a pair of scratched sunglasses. Not bad. “What do you want for this?”
Ruka’s smile widened, but it quickly disappeared with a resounding thwack on the head from Niya, who had appeared (miraculously awake) behind him at that very moment. “You better not be harassing my wife again, ronto-face.”
“ ‘Wife’?” Chuckling, Ruka recovered from the blow and sat back on his haunches. “Dang, I guess anything’s legal on this rock.”
Sakito merely sighed and tried to ignore their banter, going about his business of setting up shop. He spread out a coarsely woven, holey blanket on the ground and began arranging items on it from his bag and Ruka’s stash while the tall man was otherwise occupied bickering with Niya. Chances were, they would end up going for a drink together by the end of the day. That was how it usually worked out - inevitable camaraderie between lowlifes. Once Sakito was satisfied with the layout of his wares, he returned to the chair, handing what was left in his bag to Ruka as payment. Wrinkling his nose at his new items, the traveler slung the bag over his shoulder muttering, “Next time, next time….” With a dispassionate salute, he bid goodbye to the two lovers with an extra, pointed look at Niya that was surely a reminder that he would be back later expecting a hearty time at the Mos Eisley Cantina.
Falling into an uncomfortable it’s-too-hot-to-talk sort of silence, Niya and Sakito lazily watched the few market-goers pass on their ways, few stopping to look at what they offered and not a single one of those few finding interest. A particularly dull day, to be sure. After an hour or so, Niya began to fiddle with some of the parts on the blanket, testing them for vitality out of boredom. Finding nothing to be in working order, he idly picked up the sunglasses and put them on, looking up at Sakito to ask how he looked. “Hey, Saki…”
“Hm?” Half asleep, the junk dealer turned his head slowly to see what Niya wanted, finding the other man suddenly gaping with open mouth. “…What?”
Niya’s mouth snapped shut quickly and he regained composure, coughing awkwardly as he adjusted the sunglasses on his face. “Uh…never mind….”
“…?” Confused Sakito might have been, but he was feeling too lethargic to pursue the matter further and let it slide. A small group of potential buyers stopped to look, and he got up to point out his more attractive items. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his lover shift positions, appearing to be watching him, though it was hard to tell behind the dark glasses. He shot Niya a quizzical look while one of the women examined a tarnished necklace, but was offered no explanation to the other’s strange behavior. Shrugging it off as one of his lover’s oddities and turning back to the customers, any transaction was then rudely interrupted by a thin newspaper being waved right under their noses.
“You guys ain’t gonna believe this!” came a loud, piercing voice from somewhere the back of the group. The hand holding the paper had speared its way between two of the people, obviously determined to get a point across no matter what, joined by the short body of Sakito’s neighbor, Yomi. “Sorry, sorry…” he apologized to the customers, turning to the surprised woman still holding the necklace. “Hey lady, if you don’t buy that the Empire’s going to evict my friend here from his home. Wouldn’t that be terrible if it was all your fault he was homeless?”
Groaning inwardly, Sakito held out his hand for the piece of jewelry the women was handing back to him, not expecting her or her companions to buy anything after Yomi’s usual obnoxious display. He waved forlornly to the people and told them meekly to come back for a discount if they changed their minds, but he knew that was highly unlikely. “Yomi…one of these days you’re going to badmouth the Empire to the wrong person, you know….”
Waving a hand nonchalantly to dismiss his neighbor’s worry, the shorter man held up the front page of whatever Rebel-funded paper he had managed to get his hands on and waited for Sakito to react. When the junk dealer merely stared at headline blankly, Yomi took it upon himself to incite a response. “ ‘Alderaan Vanishes’. A whole effing planet! Gone!”
“Oh….” Of course the headline hypothetically made sense, but Sakito found he was having a hard time wrapping his brain around the fact. “What happened to it?”
“Nobody seems to know yet, but it sure ain’t where it’s supposed to be,” Yomi continued, stepping around Sakito to wave hello to Niya, who was suddenly looking quite appalled. “Glad to see me, eh?” Yomi grinned, flicking him in the side of the head when he wouldn’t acknowledge his neighbor’s presence.
“Ni, what is with you today?” Sakito muttered with a sidelong glance at his silent lover.
Shaking his head in a fashion as if he was trying to clear some unwanted image from his mind, Niya turned his shielded gaze on the junk dealer, corners of his mouth twitching toward a pleased smile. Yomi, not entirely convinced that the other man was actually conscious, pulled off the sunglasses and started to look them over, to which Niya replied with a loud ‘hey!’ and made a grab for the glasses. Curious now, their neighbor scampered out of Niya’s reach to conduct a more careful examination, eventually putting the frames on his own face. “WHOA. Niyaaa, why didn’t you tell me you had nudie glasses?”
Jumping to his feet, Niya made a wild grab for Yomi, who easily hopped out of the way, cackling while they both chased circles around Sakito. The poor junk dealer was beginning to understand why his lover had been staring at him so intently since putting the sunglasses on and the facial expressions that had seemed out of context at the time. Suddenly feeling very, very exposed, though he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and pants, Sakito snuck behind the chair to wait for the two others to tire themselves out. It didn’t take long in the intense heat, with both slowing down until Niya was able to tackle Yomi in the dust, at which point the junk dealer swooped in and plucked the glasses from their grasp. “These are going back to Ruka,” he stated in a no-nonsense tone, much to the dismay for the other men.
Dejectedly, Niya and Yomi picked themselves up and shuffled over to sit on the blanket, obviously saddened by the loss of their free peepshow. Sakito couldn’t help but laugh as they stared at him like two scolded children, wide-eyed and pouting. Then, a strange thought crossed his mind that he had never considered before - would he still have this when he moved? Sobering quickly from his previous mirth, the junk dealer came to sit between his lover and neighbor, temporarily lost in thought. Yomi may be obnoxious, but he was a loyal friend. Across the street, Hitsugi dragged his fifteen some odd cages of outlandish pets to try and sell, though nobody ever bought them. With a sweet smile, he waved to the three of them and motioned for Sakito to call him later. Even Ruka was a part of the life he was coming to realize he would miss trying to climb the social ladder. Here was a bizarre kind of safety in this wretched hive of scum and villainy, forgotten by the Empire and dismissed by the Rebels. In that sentimental moment, Sakito knew that he would never leave this place where he had built up a life, however much he tried to loathe it. Dirty and old Mos Eisley may be, but dirty old Mos Eisley was certainly were his heart and home would stay.
end
==========
In case anyone isn't familiar with some of the Star Wars stuff....
From part 1:
Mos Eisley
Tatooine
Chalmun, Wuher, & Mos Eisley Cantina
Aqualish
From part 2:
ronto