2 Ficlets: KoyaShige, KoyaPi
Title: Appreciation
Pairing: Koyama/Shige
Rating: G
Words: 556
Summary: “I thought you’d appreciate the gift more if it were immediately useful.” - For the koyato December prompt. Merry Christmas!
“Tell me again why we’re out here, Koyama?” Shige asked, hugging his arms and trudging behind his friend along the wide path between tall, dark trees.
Koyama turned to flash him an amused smile and kept walking, bare hands huddled in his pockets for warmth. Shige watched the ground and lengthened his stride just a smidge so he could step in Koyama’s footsteps, the new moon offering just enough light to shadow the indents in soft white. The quiet was only broken by the sound of Koyama’s steps crunching through the fresh layer of snow and the swishing of the material of his own coat rubbing against itself.
They came to the end of the path and it opened out into a wide, white space and Koyama stopped dead center and looked up. Shige stepped to his side and let his head fall back.
“Wow,” he breathed, the soft word sounding so loud in the stillness. Stars twinkled like crystal in the moonlight, blinking patternlessly across the sky. He felt Koyama shift closer and slip a hand in his pocket.
“If you weren’t so skinny, you might be able to keep yourself warm,” Shige said with a smile; sharp words with smoothed edges, and Koyama’s reply was to move behind Shige and slide his hands in both side pockets of his friend’s pants. Shige tilted his head back a little, letting the base rest against Koyama’s shoulder.
He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, staring up into the sky but when he shivered a little Koyama pulled back, removing his hands from Shige’s pockets to unzip his jacket enough to pull out a wrapped package.
Shige turned toward him and stared. “Why do you have a package in your jacket, Koyama? I knew there was no way that was belly pudge.”
Koyama punched him playfully and handed him the package, stuffing his hands back in his own pockets and rocking back on his heels. “I think I crushed the ribbon a bit, though, sorry.”
“It’s not Christmas yet,” he replied with a smile but unwrapped the package slowly, the crinkling echoing around them. A length of knit material spilled into his hands, so soft that he crushed it between his fingers just to feel it. He absently stuffed the wrapping paper in his jacket pocket and let the scarf unravel, its icy blue color accentuated in its surroundings. “Wow, Koyama. This is beautiful.”
Koyama’s grin spread slow and mischievous across his face and he bit his lip before saying, “I thought you’d appreciate the gift more if it were immediately useful.” Then he took the scarf from Shige and wrapped it twice around the man’s neck, letting the material play through his hands before dragging to a stop near the end of it and tugging playfully.
Shige took a step closer and smiled, feeling Koyama tangle his hands in the softness of the scarf and pull him closer. “You’re right,” he replied. “It’s so cold though. Why didn’t you say we were going for a walk in the woods? I would have brought gloves, at least.”
Koyama wrinkled his nose at him and leaned in, kissing him lightly. “Just say thank you, Shige.”
He laughed, the warm rich tones contrasting the brittle sounds of the winter wood, and wrapped his arms around Koyama. “Thank you.”
Title: tired souls must sleep
Pairing: Koyama/Yamapi (gen)
Rating: G
Words: 518
Summary: But Yamapi’s standing in his living room frustrated almost to the verge of tears and he wonders how it gets much more personal than that.
When Yamapi stops by unannounced after work, Koyama can tell he’s very, very off. And he’s also glad he was home. Koyama’s mother lets him in and he meets him in the hall way.
“I locked myself out of my apartment and Jin and Ryo are both busy so I can’t get a spare yet,” he offers by way of explanation.
Koyama wonders why he doesn’t have one of Yamapi’s spares. He’s usually not busy, easy to find, easy enough to contact. But, he guesses that might be a little personal. But Yamapi’s standing in his living room frustrated almost to the verge of tears and he wonders how it gets much more personal than that.
Koyama makes them tea and Yamapi practically melts into the corner of the couch as he stares broodingly into his cup and lists all the minor offenses of the universe against him that day. When he trails off with a huff and rubs sleepily at his eyes, Koyama feels his heart melt. He stands and takes the half-full cup from Yamapi and pulls him up.
“I’m sorry,” Pi mumbles. “I’m being pretty sucky right now. You shouldn’t have to deal with this.”
Koyama tugs on his hand and walks toward his bedroom. “It’s ok. You can’t be happy all the time, right? But I think I know what will make you feel better.” He opens the door to his room and pulls Yamapi in after him and shuts the door. “Sorry about the mess,” he says, a little embarrassed, and drops Pi’s hand to half-make his bed. “So I was shopping with Shige the other day and the sales-lady talked me into buying this memory foam thing to go over my mattress. She said I’d sleep better and ache less and a whole lot of other things that sounded pretty good,” he goes on as he pats the covers into place. “And she was right. I’m usually out like a light in five minutes!” He shoots Yamapi a blinding smile and places his hands on his leader’s shoulders, maneuvering him onto his bed. “Go on,” he says. “Stretch out. I got the pillow, too.”
Yamapi blinks at Koyama, frowning a little. “It’s pretty comfortable, Koyama. But I don’t see what you’re getting at.”
Koyama grins. “Just stay there. I’ll be right back.” But he lied. He goes into the living and plays with Nyanta for a while, washes their cups, goes to the bathroom and then stops in front of his door. He cracks it just a bit and looks in to see Yamashita curled up against his body-pillow; dark lashes flush against pale cheeks. He quietly flicks the light switch off and smiles as he closes the door.
Yamapi emerges several hours later, yawning widely, and when he sees Koyama he smiles shyly.
“Feeling better?” Koyama asks, looking up from his magazine.
“Yeah,” he says, and flops down next to him.
“I called Ryo and he said he’ll be over in an hour. We can go get dinner if you want.”
Yamapi lays his head on Koyama’s shoulder and sighs. “Thanks.”
Pairing: Koyama/Shige
Rating: G
Words: 556
Summary: “I thought you’d appreciate the gift more if it were immediately useful.” - For the koyato December prompt. Merry Christmas!
“Tell me again why we’re out here, Koyama?” Shige asked, hugging his arms and trudging behind his friend along the wide path between tall, dark trees.
Koyama turned to flash him an amused smile and kept walking, bare hands huddled in his pockets for warmth. Shige watched the ground and lengthened his stride just a smidge so he could step in Koyama’s footsteps, the new moon offering just enough light to shadow the indents in soft white. The quiet was only broken by the sound of Koyama’s steps crunching through the fresh layer of snow and the swishing of the material of his own coat rubbing against itself.
They came to the end of the path and it opened out into a wide, white space and Koyama stopped dead center and looked up. Shige stepped to his side and let his head fall back.
“Wow,” he breathed, the soft word sounding so loud in the stillness. Stars twinkled like crystal in the moonlight, blinking patternlessly across the sky. He felt Koyama shift closer and slip a hand in his pocket.
“If you weren’t so skinny, you might be able to keep yourself warm,” Shige said with a smile; sharp words with smoothed edges, and Koyama’s reply was to move behind Shige and slide his hands in both side pockets of his friend’s pants. Shige tilted his head back a little, letting the base rest against Koyama’s shoulder.
He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, staring up into the sky but when he shivered a little Koyama pulled back, removing his hands from Shige’s pockets to unzip his jacket enough to pull out a wrapped package.
Shige turned toward him and stared. “Why do you have a package in your jacket, Koyama? I knew there was no way that was belly pudge.”
Koyama punched him playfully and handed him the package, stuffing his hands back in his own pockets and rocking back on his heels. “I think I crushed the ribbon a bit, though, sorry.”
“It’s not Christmas yet,” he replied with a smile but unwrapped the package slowly, the crinkling echoing around them. A length of knit material spilled into his hands, so soft that he crushed it between his fingers just to feel it. He absently stuffed the wrapping paper in his jacket pocket and let the scarf unravel, its icy blue color accentuated in its surroundings. “Wow, Koyama. This is beautiful.”
Koyama’s grin spread slow and mischievous across his face and he bit his lip before saying, “I thought you’d appreciate the gift more if it were immediately useful.” Then he took the scarf from Shige and wrapped it twice around the man’s neck, letting the material play through his hands before dragging to a stop near the end of it and tugging playfully.
Shige took a step closer and smiled, feeling Koyama tangle his hands in the softness of the scarf and pull him closer. “You’re right,” he replied. “It’s so cold though. Why didn’t you say we were going for a walk in the woods? I would have brought gloves, at least.”
Koyama wrinkled his nose at him and leaned in, kissing him lightly. “Just say thank you, Shige.”
He laughed, the warm rich tones contrasting the brittle sounds of the winter wood, and wrapped his arms around Koyama. “Thank you.”
Title: tired souls must sleep
Pairing: Koyama/Yamapi (gen)
Rating: G
Words: 518
Summary: But Yamapi’s standing in his living room frustrated almost to the verge of tears and he wonders how it gets much more personal than that.
When Yamapi stops by unannounced after work, Koyama can tell he’s very, very off. And he’s also glad he was home. Koyama’s mother lets him in and he meets him in the hall way.
“I locked myself out of my apartment and Jin and Ryo are both busy so I can’t get a spare yet,” he offers by way of explanation.
Koyama wonders why he doesn’t have one of Yamapi’s spares. He’s usually not busy, easy to find, easy enough to contact. But, he guesses that might be a little personal. But Yamapi’s standing in his living room frustrated almost to the verge of tears and he wonders how it gets much more personal than that.
Koyama makes them tea and Yamapi practically melts into the corner of the couch as he stares broodingly into his cup and lists all the minor offenses of the universe against him that day. When he trails off with a huff and rubs sleepily at his eyes, Koyama feels his heart melt. He stands and takes the half-full cup from Yamapi and pulls him up.
“I’m sorry,” Pi mumbles. “I’m being pretty sucky right now. You shouldn’t have to deal with this.”
Koyama tugs on his hand and walks toward his bedroom. “It’s ok. You can’t be happy all the time, right? But I think I know what will make you feel better.” He opens the door to his room and pulls Yamapi in after him and shuts the door. “Sorry about the mess,” he says, a little embarrassed, and drops Pi’s hand to half-make his bed. “So I was shopping with Shige the other day and the sales-lady talked me into buying this memory foam thing to go over my mattress. She said I’d sleep better and ache less and a whole lot of other things that sounded pretty good,” he goes on as he pats the covers into place. “And she was right. I’m usually out like a light in five minutes!” He shoots Yamapi a blinding smile and places his hands on his leader’s shoulders, maneuvering him onto his bed. “Go on,” he says. “Stretch out. I got the pillow, too.”
Yamapi blinks at Koyama, frowning a little. “It’s pretty comfortable, Koyama. But I don’t see what you’re getting at.”
Koyama grins. “Just stay there. I’ll be right back.” But he lied. He goes into the living and plays with Nyanta for a while, washes their cups, goes to the bathroom and then stops in front of his door. He cracks it just a bit and looks in to see Yamashita curled up against his body-pillow; dark lashes flush against pale cheeks. He quietly flicks the light switch off and smiles as he closes the door.
Yamapi emerges several hours later, yawning widely, and when he sees Koyama he smiles shyly.
“Feeling better?” Koyama asks, looking up from his magazine.
“Yeah,” he says, and flops down next to him.
“I called Ryo and he said he’ll be over in an hour. We can go get dinner if you want.”
Yamapi lays his head on Koyama’s shoulder and sighs. “Thanks.”