Drabble batch #6
Pree, my twin, happy birthday. This is the testament of my love for you. XD *cuddles* Have three “P for Pree” prompted RyoShige drabbles as my present.
Push - PG-13
“Shit,” Shige cursed from where he leaned against the wall, panting breathlessly. “Who the fuck are they?”
Ryo looked guilty. “They’re after me.”
Shige snorted. “Us.”
“What?”
“They’re after us,” he insisted. “You couldn’t take care of yourself if you tried - someone’s got to look after you.”
“Fuck off.” He peeked around the corner. “Shit.”
“You already said that.”
He flipped Shige off and looked around the alley before stilling. Suddenly a long, metal shaft with a wickedly sharp metal end floated up to them and Ryo caught it in his hand, turning to face Shige’s gape with a smirk.
“You’re a mover? You never said, jackass.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not something one just advertizes,” he retorted, gesturing toward their pursuers.
Shige edged around Ryo to see the men running up the street. He set his jaw. “Cover your ears,” he told him.
Ryo looked dumbfounded. “No way,” he breathed, reaching slowly up to cover his ears.
Shige stepped around the corner, clenched his fist and screamed, sonic waves breaking glass as they made their way to the pursuers whose shrieks were lost in the noise. When Shige stopped, they were quivering messes on the ground. When he turned, breathing hard, Ryo leered at him.
“I always knew you’d be a screamer.”
Perfect - G
He’d never in his life seen anyone so perfect in their imperfection - Shige had this way of turning even his flaws to his benefit. Even half-asleep with bed-head and morning breath and he was still beautiful enough to steal your breath.
Shige shoved him feebly out of his face, turning his face into his pillow and pulling the sheet over his head and Ryo laughed.
“Rise and shine, Shige,” he cooed in Shige’s ear from where he’d draped himself over his protesting body.
“Go ‘way.” He wiggled further under the sheet.
“Never,” Ryo whispered fondly then grinned at Shige’s resulting whine.
Post - G
Ryo sat on the middle step, arms wrapped around knees pulled almost up to his chest and he rested his chin on them. His eyes casually followed every movement on the street, waiting, waiting, waiting. A while later, Takenashi-san, the post man, shook his head at Ryo as he passed and Ryo stood smoothly and turned to go back into the house.
Every day - waiting, waiting, waiting. Sometimes Takenashi-san would come and put a thin sheaf of envelopes in his hands with a sad look, but it was never what he wanted - cramped handwriting an artistry in itself forming beautiful phrases across the back of a postcard, signed with four kanji stamped forever in Ryo’s memory.
Push - PG-13
“Shit,” Shige cursed from where he leaned against the wall, panting breathlessly. “Who the fuck are they?”
Ryo looked guilty. “They’re after me.”
Shige snorted. “Us.”
“What?”
“They’re after us,” he insisted. “You couldn’t take care of yourself if you tried - someone’s got to look after you.”
“Fuck off.” He peeked around the corner. “Shit.”
“You already said that.”
He flipped Shige off and looked around the alley before stilling. Suddenly a long, metal shaft with a wickedly sharp metal end floated up to them and Ryo caught it in his hand, turning to face Shige’s gape with a smirk.
“You’re a mover? You never said, jackass.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not something one just advertizes,” he retorted, gesturing toward their pursuers.
Shige edged around Ryo to see the men running up the street. He set his jaw. “Cover your ears,” he told him.
Ryo looked dumbfounded. “No way,” he breathed, reaching slowly up to cover his ears.
Shige stepped around the corner, clenched his fist and screamed, sonic waves breaking glass as they made their way to the pursuers whose shrieks were lost in the noise. When Shige stopped, they were quivering messes on the ground. When he turned, breathing hard, Ryo leered at him.
“I always knew you’d be a screamer.”
Perfect - G
He’d never in his life seen anyone so perfect in their imperfection - Shige had this way of turning even his flaws to his benefit. Even half-asleep with bed-head and morning breath and he was still beautiful enough to steal your breath.
Shige shoved him feebly out of his face, turning his face into his pillow and pulling the sheet over his head and Ryo laughed.
“Rise and shine, Shige,” he cooed in Shige’s ear from where he’d draped himself over his protesting body.
“Go ‘way.” He wiggled further under the sheet.
“Never,” Ryo whispered fondly then grinned at Shige’s resulting whine.
Post - G
Ryo sat on the middle step, arms wrapped around knees pulled almost up to his chest and he rested his chin on them. His eyes casually followed every movement on the street, waiting, waiting, waiting. A while later, Takenashi-san, the post man, shook his head at Ryo as he passed and Ryo stood smoothly and turned to go back into the house.
Every day - waiting, waiting, waiting. Sometimes Takenashi-san would come and put a thin sheaf of envelopes in his hands with a sad look, but it was never what he wanted - cramped handwriting an artistry in itself forming beautiful phrases across the back of a postcard, signed with four kanji stamped forever in Ryo’s memory.