Y
Title: Y
Pairing: Koyama/Yamapi
Rating: PG
Words: 2,248
Warnings: AU
Summary: When Yamashita is tired of seeing the crime rate in his neighborhood rise, he does the logical thing and becomes a vigilante. (For once Jin is the voice of reason but does Pi listen? Noooo.)
Notes: This is… my really lame tribute to Pi's lips. But can you imagine? Pi with a mask, those pretty pretty lips all you can really see? Nnnng. Cut text from Mask of Zorro.
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"That's bullshit," Yamashita says, throwing his empty beer can at the T.V.
"Hey! Not at the T.V.," Jin chastises from the kitchen, watching with mock-angry eyebrows furled as Yamashita storms into the kitchen. "What's got your panties in a twist this time?"
Wrinkling his nose at Jin's word choice, he leans against the wall, arms crossed. "Why is the crime rate in this area increasing? Why are our cops next to useless? The streets should be safe for people to walk at night without worrying about muggings every night. I mean really. What do we pay taxes for?"
Jin stares at him with his mouth hanging open. "I… didn't know you cared."
"Well, I can't help but care when our neighborhood is on television every night. I feel like it reflects poorly on us as residents."
"We just live here. It's not like we're the ones mugging people. It's not like it's our responsibility."
Suddenly Pi's face lights up. "You might be on to something…"
Frowning, Jin rolls up his sleeves and plunges his hands back into the soapy water. "We're not that desperate for rent money."
Yamashita socks him in the shoulder. "Not that, idiot. Why isn't it our responsibility? I mean. It's our neighborhood. Shouldn't we bear some of the responsibility? We should be out there helping to keep crime off the streets."
"Um. Well… I guess if you really want to, you could."
Yamashita paces back and forth rapidly, looking like a man possessed. "I could. I just need an alter-ego. And a sidekick…" His eyes slide over to Jin and Jin shakes his head vehemently.
"No way. If anyone is going to be Batman, it's going to be me. I'm not Robin material. Besides. I wasn't talking vigilante, you dumbass. I meant neighborhood watch. I'm sure we have one or you could help set one up. Why the hell would you immediately think alter-egos and sidekicks. Not that a dozen girls wouldn't kill to see you in tights, but…"
"I'm not wearing tights."
"Suit yourself," Jin mutters. "I don't see how anyone will take you seriously without them, but who am I to talk?"
In the end, Yamashita goes out the next night in dark jeans and a black t-shirt, wearing some black mask from three Halloweens ago when Jin had gone as Zorro and gotten so drunk he'd fallen asleep in the middle of attempting to dashingly slice off some girls pants with his totally not real sword.
"Really?" Jin asks, eyeing him dubiously. "I don't see how you're going to strike fear into the heart of criminals everywhere wearing that getup."
Yamashita sneers as he laces up his sneakers. "There'll be plenty of fear when I beat the crap out of them."
"Yeah okay," Jin says indulgently. "Have fun."
-
He keeps to the shadows for the most part, not quite comfortable with being out in a mask, wooden practice swords strapped to his back (and maybe he's starting to feel a little silly since it's been an hour and there's not been a single sign of a mugging or holdup) and he's just slipped his hands up under the mask to pull it off when he looks through the window of a combini to see the tall, skinny clerk raising his hands up high.
He slips in the door, or tries to, but the jingling of the bells of the door have everyone's head turning to face him.
"Sorry, sir, I … oh," the clerk says dispassionately, "I'm already being robbed tonight. Maybe you could come back tomorrow?"
Yamashita just sort of stares at him a moment, uncomprehending, until he realizes that the man thinks he's another robber.
One of the ski-masked men waves his switchblade at the clerk angrily. "Only 20,000 yen? What is this shit? Where's the safe?"
"I'm sorry, sir," the clerk says tiredly. "It's been a slow night, and there is no safe here. Perhaps you could take a bento with you in addition?" he adds kindly.
Yamashita kind of wants to laugh. It actually sounds a bit like the clerk is sorry to inconvenience these guys. He realizes he's staring, though, and whirls into action, pulling his practice blades off his back and whacking the guys' blades out of their hands and executing a series of smooth movements that have both men face-first on the floor groaning from under the soles of his black Nike's. The clerk just looks surprised and then a little impressed as he wordlessly lowers his hands and lets out a deep breath. Then a cautious look creeps over his face and he gestures toward the money on the floor.
"I'm not here to rob you."
The clerk, "Koyama" his shiny nametag says, gives him a slow, sweet smile that might have made Yamashita wobble a little, but maybe it was the guy trying to move underneath him so he grinds his heel a little, just in case.
"You seem pretty old hat at this," Yamashita observes as he duct tapes the criminals' hands and feet together where they lie.
"Ah well," Koyama says, "it happens a few times a week, really. I've just come to expect it." Yamashita looks up at the pause to find Koyama shuffling his feet and smiling shyly. "This is new, though," his eyes flick up from Yamashita's mouth to meet his eyes. "You, I mean."
He kind of looks a bit like a rescued damsel(dude?) in distress and Yamashita's mouth opens before he tells it to. "You can call me Yamapi," he says, though where the hell that came from, he'll never know, and the man's smile widens and it doesn't really matter.
-
"…Yamapi?" Jin asks, laughing.
"I really don't know," Yamashita replies tiredly, stashing his gear in the closet. "It just came out."
"Dude that's the lamest caped crusader name ever."
"…I don't have a cape, Jin."
"Maybe that's why you're so lame."
He refrains from stuffing the mask into Jin's mouth, mostly because he doesn't know where he'd find another before Halloween and he doesn't want to wear anything that's been in Jin's mouth… he knows half the places that thing has been.
-
Yamashita "rescues" Koyama another two times in the next few weeks, and he probably shouldn't be spending so much of his time on this specific block in the neighborhood, but honestly the guy's so helpless that it would be criminal not to watch out for him. That's what he tells himself anyway. The only real danger Koyama seems to be in is the danger of tripping over himself trying to help the robbers out. He doesn't see how anyone would get mad enough at him to stab him even if the cash haul is crap. But he's got to set an example, anyway, and this place gets regular enough "business" that he figures he'll at least be sending out some sort of message that criminal behavior would no longer be tolerated in the neighborhood. Yeah. That works.
"So, do you have some sort of… signal?" Koyama asks him, helpfully handing him a roll of duct tape and conscientiously pulling the sleeve of the current hog tie-ee down so that the tape wouldn't end up on his skin.
"Er… like the bat signal?"
Koyama blushes but doesn't look away, his eyes dropping from Yamashita's eyes to his lips and unconsciously licking his own, which means Yamashita's looking at his lips. "Yeah. You know… in case I, er… someone, needs you."
Yamashita shifts uncomfortably. "That's a bit extravagant for just the neighborhood," he says. But Koyama looks so crestfallen he does the only thing he can think of.
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"You gave him your cell number?" Jin screeches, then laughs uproariously. "God you suck at this."
"Hey," Yamashita begins, defenses up, "if you'd seen him, you'd have done the same thing. I swear. He looked so sad." He recollects the look and frowns.
Jin snaps his fingers in front of Yamashita's face. "Did you seriously just space out?"
"Shut up," Yamashita spits and marches himself off to his room. To space out in peace.
-
He's in the middle of work, just between houses, trying to maneuver his truck through traffic without damaging himself or any of the boxes in the back he knows are marked "Fragile" like a hundred times by some overzealous housewife intent that the glass figurines she bought her sister arrive in one piece (they never do), when his phone rings, and he picks it up without checking the ID, too busy flipping off some salaryman for cutting him off.
"Yamapi?" a familiar voice asks hesitantly.
"Koyama-san?"
"…Yes"
"Isn't it too early for you to be at work?"
"Oh, I'm between classes. But I just wanted you to know that it's supposed to rain really hard tonight and it's probably not a good night to be out, but if you do, make sure you bring an umbrella."
There's a moment of awkward silence and Yamashita is inwardly cooing and outwardly making a weird face at himself before he finally replies. "Ah. Okay. I appreciate your concern."
A weird giggle comes over the phone and Koyama mumbles something that sounds like good-bye before the dial tone sounds in his ear. He does go out that night, bringing an umbrella, and the look on Koyama's face when he comes through the door is worth his sopping wet shoes. There's no one there, and he feels a little silly standing there awkwardly in his mask - a vigilante with nothing to do - but the weather is seriously crap and he's beyond lying to himself anymore - he only came out to see Koyama anyway.
He leans against the counter, feeling a little dumb as he watches Koyama make him a cup of tea in a real ceramic mug that he must have brought from home, a reject with a chip in the lip but still sort of special. Not styrofoam at least.
"I don't think anyone's going to bother trying to rob us in this kind of weather. But I admire your dedication," Koyama says as he hands him the cup and watches Yamashita wrap his fingers around it, moves his eyes up to Yamashita's mouth.
He should probably figure out what Koyama's obsession with his mouth is, but he figures it's because of the mask. His fingers itch to take it off; it feels unwieldy and awkward here a strange barrier between them he no longer wants. "It's… not really. Well, I guess you could call it dedication," he hedges, and then takes a hurried sip, just as quickly yelping in pain and trying not to slosh the tea all over himself in surprise. Then gentle hands take the cup from him and set it down on the counter.
"Are you okay, Yamapi?" Koyama asks worriedly, fingers coming up to his chin and Yamashita's eyes flash up but Koyama's not looking at his eyes. It sort of makes sense since he, you know, burned his tongue but… He realizes he's taking too long to answer but now he's staring at Koyama's lips. They're nice, he thinks. Wide. Plush. Pink. He blanks on more adjectives because he really just wants to lean forward a little.
"You have really pretty lips," Koyama suddenly says, no, whispers and Yamashita shivers, leans forward onto his toes and kisses him. Koyama's mouth is slack under his, probably surprise. Yamashita's a little surprised too, but a guy doesn't say something like that and not be even slightly interested. Right? Seconds pass and he thinks maybe he's wrong but then Koyama's slender hands drop to Yamashita's shirt and fist it, shifting Yamashita off balance and he's pulled up close as Koyama returns the kiss. 'Plush' was a good word, he thinks distracted, definitely. 'Agile' would be another good one. 'Mobile' perhaps, with the way it was working against his, quick tongue slipping out to lick teasingly at his lower lip until he gave way, parting his lips.
They come apart with a sigh, breathing hard, cheeks pink, and Koyama's still holding him close by the shirt, eyes flickering between Yamashita's lips and eyes.
"So, uhhh," Yamashita says eloquently, watching Koyama's eyes, and then they're interrupted by the jingle of the bells above the door and Koyama cranes his head around, Yamashita peering around his shoulder, to see a ski-masked man staring at them.
Koyama looks back at Yamashita and smiles, letting go of his shirt and smoothing his hands down the front of it before stepping out of the way.
-
"So. Now you've given up your whole vigilante act to hang around this lame combini a few nights a week? What happened to making the neighborhood a better place?" Jin asks.
"I… am?"
Jin snorts. "One store clerk at a time. It's going to be a while."
Yamashita lobs the remote at his head.
-
He's got his own reject mug at the combini now and Koyama's boss doesn't mind him hanging out there since he gets free security those nights anyway. Maybe it's not quite what he expected, but at least he's keeping part of his neighborhood safe… no one has tried to rob them in weeks, and the neighborhood has been showing up less and less on the news since he helped reinvigorate the neighborhood watch thing Jin had been on about. He and Koyama take their turn once a month. The other nights, well, you see, Koyama's still got this thing about his lips. And he kind of likes to oblige him.
Pairing: Koyama/Yamapi
Rating: PG
Words: 2,248
Warnings: AU
Summary: When Yamashita is tired of seeing the crime rate in his neighborhood rise, he does the logical thing and becomes a vigilante. (For once Jin is the voice of reason but does Pi listen? Noooo.)
Notes: This is… my really lame tribute to Pi's lips. But can you imagine? Pi with a mask, those pretty pretty lips all you can really see? Nnnng. Cut text from Mask of Zorro.
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"That's bullshit," Yamashita says, throwing his empty beer can at the T.V.
"Hey! Not at the T.V.," Jin chastises from the kitchen, watching with mock-angry eyebrows furled as Yamashita storms into the kitchen. "What's got your panties in a twist this time?"
Wrinkling his nose at Jin's word choice, he leans against the wall, arms crossed. "Why is the crime rate in this area increasing? Why are our cops next to useless? The streets should be safe for people to walk at night without worrying about muggings every night. I mean really. What do we pay taxes for?"
Jin stares at him with his mouth hanging open. "I… didn't know you cared."
"Well, I can't help but care when our neighborhood is on television every night. I feel like it reflects poorly on us as residents."
"We just live here. It's not like we're the ones mugging people. It's not like it's our responsibility."
Suddenly Pi's face lights up. "You might be on to something…"
Frowning, Jin rolls up his sleeves and plunges his hands back into the soapy water. "We're not that desperate for rent money."
Yamashita socks him in the shoulder. "Not that, idiot. Why isn't it our responsibility? I mean. It's our neighborhood. Shouldn't we bear some of the responsibility? We should be out there helping to keep crime off the streets."
"Um. Well… I guess if you really want to, you could."
Yamashita paces back and forth rapidly, looking like a man possessed. "I could. I just need an alter-ego. And a sidekick…" His eyes slide over to Jin and Jin shakes his head vehemently.
"No way. If anyone is going to be Batman, it's going to be me. I'm not Robin material. Besides. I wasn't talking vigilante, you dumbass. I meant neighborhood watch. I'm sure we have one or you could help set one up. Why the hell would you immediately think alter-egos and sidekicks. Not that a dozen girls wouldn't kill to see you in tights, but…"
"I'm not wearing tights."
"Suit yourself," Jin mutters. "I don't see how anyone will take you seriously without them, but who am I to talk?"
In the end, Yamashita goes out the next night in dark jeans and a black t-shirt, wearing some black mask from three Halloweens ago when Jin had gone as Zorro and gotten so drunk he'd fallen asleep in the middle of attempting to dashingly slice off some girls pants with his totally not real sword.
"Really?" Jin asks, eyeing him dubiously. "I don't see how you're going to strike fear into the heart of criminals everywhere wearing that getup."
Yamashita sneers as he laces up his sneakers. "There'll be plenty of fear when I beat the crap out of them."
"Yeah okay," Jin says indulgently. "Have fun."
-
He keeps to the shadows for the most part, not quite comfortable with being out in a mask, wooden practice swords strapped to his back (and maybe he's starting to feel a little silly since it's been an hour and there's not been a single sign of a mugging or holdup) and he's just slipped his hands up under the mask to pull it off when he looks through the window of a combini to see the tall, skinny clerk raising his hands up high.
He slips in the door, or tries to, but the jingling of the bells of the door have everyone's head turning to face him.
"Sorry, sir, I … oh," the clerk says dispassionately, "I'm already being robbed tonight. Maybe you could come back tomorrow?"
Yamashita just sort of stares at him a moment, uncomprehending, until he realizes that the man thinks he's another robber.
One of the ski-masked men waves his switchblade at the clerk angrily. "Only 20,000 yen? What is this shit? Where's the safe?"
"I'm sorry, sir," the clerk says tiredly. "It's been a slow night, and there is no safe here. Perhaps you could take a bento with you in addition?" he adds kindly.
Yamashita kind of wants to laugh. It actually sounds a bit like the clerk is sorry to inconvenience these guys. He realizes he's staring, though, and whirls into action, pulling his practice blades off his back and whacking the guys' blades out of their hands and executing a series of smooth movements that have both men face-first on the floor groaning from under the soles of his black Nike's. The clerk just looks surprised and then a little impressed as he wordlessly lowers his hands and lets out a deep breath. Then a cautious look creeps over his face and he gestures toward the money on the floor.
"I'm not here to rob you."
The clerk, "Koyama" his shiny nametag says, gives him a slow, sweet smile that might have made Yamashita wobble a little, but maybe it was the guy trying to move underneath him so he grinds his heel a little, just in case.
"You seem pretty old hat at this," Yamashita observes as he duct tapes the criminals' hands and feet together where they lie.
"Ah well," Koyama says, "it happens a few times a week, really. I've just come to expect it." Yamashita looks up at the pause to find Koyama shuffling his feet and smiling shyly. "This is new, though," his eyes flick up from Yamashita's mouth to meet his eyes. "You, I mean."
He kind of looks a bit like a rescued damsel(dude?) in distress and Yamashita's mouth opens before he tells it to. "You can call me Yamapi," he says, though where the hell that came from, he'll never know, and the man's smile widens and it doesn't really matter.
-
"…Yamapi?" Jin asks, laughing.
"I really don't know," Yamashita replies tiredly, stashing his gear in the closet. "It just came out."
"Dude that's the lamest caped crusader name ever."
"…I don't have a cape, Jin."
"Maybe that's why you're so lame."
He refrains from stuffing the mask into Jin's mouth, mostly because he doesn't know where he'd find another before Halloween and he doesn't want to wear anything that's been in Jin's mouth… he knows half the places that thing has been.
-
Yamashita "rescues" Koyama another two times in the next few weeks, and he probably shouldn't be spending so much of his time on this specific block in the neighborhood, but honestly the guy's so helpless that it would be criminal not to watch out for him. That's what he tells himself anyway. The only real danger Koyama seems to be in is the danger of tripping over himself trying to help the robbers out. He doesn't see how anyone would get mad enough at him to stab him even if the cash haul is crap. But he's got to set an example, anyway, and this place gets regular enough "business" that he figures he'll at least be sending out some sort of message that criminal behavior would no longer be tolerated in the neighborhood. Yeah. That works.
"So, do you have some sort of… signal?" Koyama asks him, helpfully handing him a roll of duct tape and conscientiously pulling the sleeve of the current hog tie-ee down so that the tape wouldn't end up on his skin.
"Er… like the bat signal?"
Koyama blushes but doesn't look away, his eyes dropping from Yamashita's eyes to his lips and unconsciously licking his own, which means Yamashita's looking at his lips. "Yeah. You know… in case I, er… someone, needs you."
Yamashita shifts uncomfortably. "That's a bit extravagant for just the neighborhood," he says. But Koyama looks so crestfallen he does the only thing he can think of.
-
"You gave him your cell number?" Jin screeches, then laughs uproariously. "God you suck at this."
"Hey," Yamashita begins, defenses up, "if you'd seen him, you'd have done the same thing. I swear. He looked so sad." He recollects the look and frowns.
Jin snaps his fingers in front of Yamashita's face. "Did you seriously just space out?"
"Shut up," Yamashita spits and marches himself off to his room. To space out in peace.
-
He's in the middle of work, just between houses, trying to maneuver his truck through traffic without damaging himself or any of the boxes in the back he knows are marked "Fragile" like a hundred times by some overzealous housewife intent that the glass figurines she bought her sister arrive in one piece (they never do), when his phone rings, and he picks it up without checking the ID, too busy flipping off some salaryman for cutting him off.
"Yamapi?" a familiar voice asks hesitantly.
"Koyama-san?"
"…Yes"
"Isn't it too early for you to be at work?"
"Oh, I'm between classes. But I just wanted you to know that it's supposed to rain really hard tonight and it's probably not a good night to be out, but if you do, make sure you bring an umbrella."
There's a moment of awkward silence and Yamashita is inwardly cooing and outwardly making a weird face at himself before he finally replies. "Ah. Okay. I appreciate your concern."
A weird giggle comes over the phone and Koyama mumbles something that sounds like good-bye before the dial tone sounds in his ear. He does go out that night, bringing an umbrella, and the look on Koyama's face when he comes through the door is worth his sopping wet shoes. There's no one there, and he feels a little silly standing there awkwardly in his mask - a vigilante with nothing to do - but the weather is seriously crap and he's beyond lying to himself anymore - he only came out to see Koyama anyway.
He leans against the counter, feeling a little dumb as he watches Koyama make him a cup of tea in a real ceramic mug that he must have brought from home, a reject with a chip in the lip but still sort of special. Not styrofoam at least.
"I don't think anyone's going to bother trying to rob us in this kind of weather. But I admire your dedication," Koyama says as he hands him the cup and watches Yamashita wrap his fingers around it, moves his eyes up to Yamashita's mouth.
He should probably figure out what Koyama's obsession with his mouth is, but he figures it's because of the mask. His fingers itch to take it off; it feels unwieldy and awkward here a strange barrier between them he no longer wants. "It's… not really. Well, I guess you could call it dedication," he hedges, and then takes a hurried sip, just as quickly yelping in pain and trying not to slosh the tea all over himself in surprise. Then gentle hands take the cup from him and set it down on the counter.
"Are you okay, Yamapi?" Koyama asks worriedly, fingers coming up to his chin and Yamashita's eyes flash up but Koyama's not looking at his eyes. It sort of makes sense since he, you know, burned his tongue but… He realizes he's taking too long to answer but now he's staring at Koyama's lips. They're nice, he thinks. Wide. Plush. Pink. He blanks on more adjectives because he really just wants to lean forward a little.
"You have really pretty lips," Koyama suddenly says, no, whispers and Yamashita shivers, leans forward onto his toes and kisses him. Koyama's mouth is slack under his, probably surprise. Yamashita's a little surprised too, but a guy doesn't say something like that and not be even slightly interested. Right? Seconds pass and he thinks maybe he's wrong but then Koyama's slender hands drop to Yamashita's shirt and fist it, shifting Yamashita off balance and he's pulled up close as Koyama returns the kiss. 'Plush' was a good word, he thinks distracted, definitely. 'Agile' would be another good one. 'Mobile' perhaps, with the way it was working against his, quick tongue slipping out to lick teasingly at his lower lip until he gave way, parting his lips.
They come apart with a sigh, breathing hard, cheeks pink, and Koyama's still holding him close by the shirt, eyes flickering between Yamashita's lips and eyes.
"So, uhhh," Yamashita says eloquently, watching Koyama's eyes, and then they're interrupted by the jingle of the bells above the door and Koyama cranes his head around, Yamashita peering around his shoulder, to see a ski-masked man staring at them.
Koyama looks back at Yamashita and smiles, letting go of his shirt and smoothing his hands down the front of it before stepping out of the way.
-
"So. Now you've given up your whole vigilante act to hang around this lame combini a few nights a week? What happened to making the neighborhood a better place?" Jin asks.
"I… am?"
Jin snorts. "One store clerk at a time. It's going to be a while."
Yamashita lobs the remote at his head.
-
He's got his own reject mug at the combini now and Koyama's boss doesn't mind him hanging out there since he gets free security those nights anyway. Maybe it's not quite what he expected, but at least he's keeping part of his neighborhood safe… no one has tried to rob them in weeks, and the neighborhood has been showing up less and less on the news since he helped reinvigorate the neighborhood watch thing Jin had been on about. He and Koyama take their turn once a month. The other nights, well, you see, Koyama's still got this thing about his lips. And he kind of likes to oblige him.