Based on True Events
Title: Based on True Events
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Matsumoto Jun/Ninomiya Kazunari
Summary: I guess there’s a lot of ways people recover from stressful situations.
Notes/Warnings: An End of 2009 Request from gimmick_game. She requested Matsumiya in the Angels with Two Faces universe - originally posted by me and katmillia at hiamafic. So obvious spoilers for that story.
It’s funny to have the book in my hand, funnier still to see the way the publisher chose big, bold, blood red lettering for “based on true events” for the cover. I guess there’s a lot of ways people recover from stressful situations. I happen to favor the bottle.
The former Lieutenant Sakurai of the Los Angeles Police Department apparently favors his typewriter. The line shuffles forward, and there he is - a bit more pale and thin than when I last saw him, nearly two years ago. People like Sakurai can’t stay away for very long.
Jun says he went up to Monterey, joined the local force. Seems like a year of directing traffic and throwing old farts in the drunk tank lost its appeal quickly enough. He worked out his problems by writing it all down, making it fiction. Making it another crime novel for the public to devour. The reviews are actually pretty good for a first-time writer. If this helped him get past it, then good for him.
He’s got the pen ready to autograph it when I set it on the table, and he’s not even looking up. “Thanks. What’s your name?”
“Clark Gable.”
Sho finally meets my eyes, pen poised over the inside cover of Murder in a City of Angels.
“Been a long time, Nino.”
--
Winter was going to come early this year, he thought as he picked up the newspaper and brought it inside. Nino tossed Sho’s book on the kitchen counter and shuffled out of his coat. Jun was already asleep - he needed it. They had him working some fraud case, nothing too flashy, but Jun was Jun and he was putting in more hours than anyone else.
Sakurai hadn’t asked too many questions. He just wanted answers to things that Jun kept mum about in their correspondence. Nino had assured him that Jun had adjusted well enough to being a fed. Hell, he’d probably be better than Nino in the long run since he took better care of himself.
He kicked off his shoes and stripped down. Although the heat in their apartment was shit, his roommate was more than enough, much as he complained about the way Nino hogged the covers. Jun grumbled a bit under his breath, stirring from sleep as Nino climbed in.
“Cold,” Jun complained.
“Wimp.”
He snaked an arm around Jun’s middle. Having someone to come home to (even if the neighbors thought Jun was his cousin who slept in the spare room) helped Nino the same way Sho getting his words on paper had.
“How’s Sho?”
“Lost weight.”
He tightened his grip around Jun. They’d never be able to do what Sho had done. Nino couldn’t get the words out; neither could Jun. They lay in silence for a few moments.
“Jun?”
“Yeah?”
“You gonna read it?”
Jun turned, making the mattress creak in a way they couldn’t exactly hide from the neighbors. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll probably read it.”
Nino didn’t have to read it. He’d lived it.
They found each other in the dark. They always did.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Matsumoto Jun/Ninomiya Kazunari
Summary: I guess there’s a lot of ways people recover from stressful situations.
Notes/Warnings: An End of 2009 Request from gimmick_game. She requested Matsumiya in the Angels with Two Faces universe - originally posted by me and katmillia at hiamafic. So obvious spoilers for that story.
It’s funny to have the book in my hand, funnier still to see the way the publisher chose big, bold, blood red lettering for “based on true events” for the cover. I guess there’s a lot of ways people recover from stressful situations. I happen to favor the bottle.
The former Lieutenant Sakurai of the Los Angeles Police Department apparently favors his typewriter. The line shuffles forward, and there he is - a bit more pale and thin than when I last saw him, nearly two years ago. People like Sakurai can’t stay away for very long.
Jun says he went up to Monterey, joined the local force. Seems like a year of directing traffic and throwing old farts in the drunk tank lost its appeal quickly enough. He worked out his problems by writing it all down, making it fiction. Making it another crime novel for the public to devour. The reviews are actually pretty good for a first-time writer. If this helped him get past it, then good for him.
He’s got the pen ready to autograph it when I set it on the table, and he’s not even looking up. “Thanks. What’s your name?”
“Clark Gable.”
Sho finally meets my eyes, pen poised over the inside cover of Murder in a City of Angels.
“Been a long time, Nino.”
--
Winter was going to come early this year, he thought as he picked up the newspaper and brought it inside. Nino tossed Sho’s book on the kitchen counter and shuffled out of his coat. Jun was already asleep - he needed it. They had him working some fraud case, nothing too flashy, but Jun was Jun and he was putting in more hours than anyone else.
Sakurai hadn’t asked too many questions. He just wanted answers to things that Jun kept mum about in their correspondence. Nino had assured him that Jun had adjusted well enough to being a fed. Hell, he’d probably be better than Nino in the long run since he took better care of himself.
He kicked off his shoes and stripped down. Although the heat in their apartment was shit, his roommate was more than enough, much as he complained about the way Nino hogged the covers. Jun grumbled a bit under his breath, stirring from sleep as Nino climbed in.
“Cold,” Jun complained.
“Wimp.”
He snaked an arm around Jun’s middle. Having someone to come home to (even if the neighbors thought Jun was his cousin who slept in the spare room) helped Nino the same way Sho getting his words on paper had.
“How’s Sho?”
“Lost weight.”
He tightened his grip around Jun. They’d never be able to do what Sho had done. Nino couldn’t get the words out; neither could Jun. They lay in silence for a few moments.
“Jun?”
“Yeah?”
“You gonna read it?”
Jun turned, making the mattress creak in a way they couldn’t exactly hide from the neighbors. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll probably read it.”
Nino didn’t have to read it. He’d lived it.
They found each other in the dark. They always did.