Mail Service / Never Fear, Hideaki's Here! / Domoto
Title: Male Mail Service (prologue)
Characters: Tackey
Note: Short prologue to the same au I wrote a while back.
Overzealous guard dogs, inclement weather, lonely housewives - all dangers they had reviewed thoroughly. Takizawa Hideaki absorbed the advice, memorized policy, and participated in discussions earnestly. By the end of the training period, his notebook was packed with dense scribbles and he was anxious to start his career as mail-carrier, pay code 244. Unfortunately, despite all of the new knowledge, he would soon discover that he was still woefully unprepared.
The Japan Postal System's training sequence just didn't have a powerpoint slide for his particular dilemma: what to do in case of a bewitchingly cute Imai Tsubasa.
***
Title: Never Fear, Hideaki's Here!
Characters: Tackey & Tsubasa
A cat!
Hideaki bared his teeth and growled. Not only were cats his natural enemies, he had early on noted that master found them particularly distasteful as well - making it paramount importance to eradicate the furballs.
Hideaki darted forward, barking indignantly. How dare it interrupt their walk?! Unfortunately, the cat scrambled up a tree. Frustrated, Hideaki paced around the trunk, monitoring the situation. Only when he was certain the cat understood he meant business did he turn around and trot back to master.
“Good boy,” master said, scratching Hideaki behind the ear.
Hideaki wagged his tail proudly.
***
Title: Domoto
Characters: Domoto, Domoto, Inocchi
Note: Total ripoff of NANA :3
“Excuse me! Sorry! Sorry!” Koichi bumbled his way down the narrow aisle, apologizing for his luggage. He scanned up ahead desperately, eyes lighting up when he spotted an empty seat just a few rows away.
A short while later, he arrived, only to blink back his surprise; the seat wasn’t unoccupied after all - a guitar case was balanced against it. He cleared his throat nervously, unsure of the protocol. The woman - no, man - beside the guitar looked up and inspected him before nudging the case over with his foot.
“Seat’s free,” he said, answering Koichi’s unasked question.
---
“It’s okay,” Koichi said hastily. “I don’t want to bother you. I’ll - “
“You’ll do no such thing,” the other passenger said with a slightly bemused smile. “Sit,” he said, pointing at the now empty spot.
On command, Koichi crumpled into the seat. Self-consciously, he fussed with his luggage and then digging out his cellphone, started pecking out a message.
“I thought kids typed faster these days.”
“Kid?” Koichi jerked his head up indignantly. “I’m twenty.” He looked his companion over. “And you can’t be much older than me.”
“Oh. I’m twenty too.”
Common ground found, they smiled at each other.
---
If his neighbor looked surprised, Koichi was doubly so. The same age as this man who exuded self-confidence and dressed so stylishly? Admittedly, Koichi wouldn’t know a brand name if it hit him on the head, but even he knew enough to know when he saw something unique.
“So, what’s your name, Hatachi-san?”
Koichi eyed his neighbor warily but decided to squash his knee-jerk reaction towards strangers. “Domoto - Domoto Koichi.”
His neighbor burst out laughing.
Koichi glared. Funny was it?
The other man choked back a final laugh. “I’m Domoto too,” he said calmly, sticking his hand out. “Yoroshiku.”
---
Soon after, the train jerked to a stop; there was snow blocking the tracks.
They both groaned, settling in for a longer than anticipated night.
There’s something about shared pain that brings strangers closer. But maybe, there was just something about the other Domoto that made Koichi feel safe, like he had known him since forever.
It started as a slip of the tongue - musing about how to calculate the exact improbability of their meeting: Koichi had offered a clumsy apology, words tripping over themselves, which somehow turned into talking non-stop until the train screeched to a stop again.
---
Koichi hurried off the train, eager to stretch his legs. He turned around, intending to ask his new friend if he wanted to share a ride, but it was only then that he realized that the other Domoto had disappeared. His shoulders slumped down in disappointment.
“Kou-chaaaan~!”
Koichi had just enough time to process the voice and brace himself before the tornado of affection known as Inohara - Inocchi - Yoshihiko barreled into him.
“Senpai,” Koichi gasped. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Inocchi grinned. “What kind of welcome party would I be if I didn’t greet you properly?”
Originally posted here.
Characters: Tackey
Note: Short prologue to the same au I wrote a while back.
Overzealous guard dogs, inclement weather, lonely housewives - all dangers they had reviewed thoroughly. Takizawa Hideaki absorbed the advice, memorized policy, and participated in discussions earnestly. By the end of the training period, his notebook was packed with dense scribbles and he was anxious to start his career as mail-carrier, pay code 244. Unfortunately, despite all of the new knowledge, he would soon discover that he was still woefully unprepared.
The Japan Postal System's training sequence just didn't have a powerpoint slide for his particular dilemma: what to do in case of a bewitchingly cute Imai Tsubasa.
***
Title: Never Fear, Hideaki's Here!
Characters: Tackey & Tsubasa
A cat!
Hideaki bared his teeth and growled. Not only were cats his natural enemies, he had early on noted that master found them particularly distasteful as well - making it paramount importance to eradicate the furballs.
Hideaki darted forward, barking indignantly. How dare it interrupt their walk?! Unfortunately, the cat scrambled up a tree. Frustrated, Hideaki paced around the trunk, monitoring the situation. Only when he was certain the cat understood he meant business did he turn around and trot back to master.
“Good boy,” master said, scratching Hideaki behind the ear.
Hideaki wagged his tail proudly.
***
Title: Domoto
Characters: Domoto, Domoto, Inocchi
Note: Total ripoff of NANA :3
“Excuse me! Sorry! Sorry!” Koichi bumbled his way down the narrow aisle, apologizing for his luggage. He scanned up ahead desperately, eyes lighting up when he spotted an empty seat just a few rows away.
A short while later, he arrived, only to blink back his surprise; the seat wasn’t unoccupied after all - a guitar case was balanced against it. He cleared his throat nervously, unsure of the protocol. The woman - no, man - beside the guitar looked up and inspected him before nudging the case over with his foot.
“Seat’s free,” he said, answering Koichi’s unasked question.
---
“It’s okay,” Koichi said hastily. “I don’t want to bother you. I’ll - “
“You’ll do no such thing,” the other passenger said with a slightly bemused smile. “Sit,” he said, pointing at the now empty spot.
On command, Koichi crumpled into the seat. Self-consciously, he fussed with his luggage and then digging out his cellphone, started pecking out a message.
“I thought kids typed faster these days.”
“Kid?” Koichi jerked his head up indignantly. “I’m twenty.” He looked his companion over. “And you can’t be much older than me.”
“Oh. I’m twenty too.”
Common ground found, they smiled at each other.
---
If his neighbor looked surprised, Koichi was doubly so. The same age as this man who exuded self-confidence and dressed so stylishly? Admittedly, Koichi wouldn’t know a brand name if it hit him on the head, but even he knew enough to know when he saw something unique.
“So, what’s your name, Hatachi-san?”
Koichi eyed his neighbor warily but decided to squash his knee-jerk reaction towards strangers. “Domoto - Domoto Koichi.”
His neighbor burst out laughing.
Koichi glared. Funny was it?
The other man choked back a final laugh. “I’m Domoto too,” he said calmly, sticking his hand out. “Yoroshiku.”
---
Soon after, the train jerked to a stop; there was snow blocking the tracks.
They both groaned, settling in for a longer than anticipated night.
There’s something about shared pain that brings strangers closer. But maybe, there was just something about the other Domoto that made Koichi feel safe, like he had known him since forever.
It started as a slip of the tongue - musing about how to calculate the exact improbability of their meeting: Koichi had offered a clumsy apology, words tripping over themselves, which somehow turned into talking non-stop until the train screeched to a stop again.
---
Koichi hurried off the train, eager to stretch his legs. He turned around, intending to ask his new friend if he wanted to share a ride, but it was only then that he realized that the other Domoto had disappeared. His shoulders slumped down in disappointment.
“Kou-chaaaan~!”
Koichi had just enough time to process the voice and brace himself before the tornado of affection known as Inohara - Inocchi - Yoshihiko barreled into him.
“Senpai,” Koichi gasped. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Inocchi grinned. “What kind of welcome party would I be if I didn’t greet you properly?”
Originally posted here.