[Pippa] 10-minute ficbits
(So Rin, Kara, Jenni and I were like, okay, random writing challenge. Everyone gets the same prompt, writes for 10 minutes, shares what they end up with. Here is what I ended up with.)
These all ended up being Yara/Yamaryo-centric. Who is surprised? e_e
communication problems
PG-13, AU
"No, it's no good," Yara said, shaking his head and removing the headset. "We shouldn't be out of range, but I guess the snow's acting as a buffer between us and the others."
"We'll still be able to get there okay though, right?" Yamamoto asked, tucking his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs. "Like, now that we've come this far, and all."
Yara frowned, thoughtful. "Don't see any reason why we wouldn't," he said. "Though they won't know where we are either, so they might not be on the look-out for us. You could do with changing your clothes before we arrive, too. You're probably saturated with Trace."
Yamamoto shivered. "It can wait though, right? These clothes are warmer than the ones in the bag."
Yara eyed him, then scratched at his eyebrow with his thumbnail. "Not sure. The longer you stay in that stuff the more the Trace will seep into your skin, and I wouldn't recommend that, really. You can change now and share my bedroll for warmth, I guess." He couldn't help but grin as Yamamoto started involuntarily. "I didn't have that kind of thing in mind, Ryota, so you needn't panic."
"I wasn't panicking," Yamamoto said, busying himself with rummaging around in their pack and pulling out the spare change of clothes. He spoke again, keeping his gaze averted. "I've heard rumours about you, y'know. Goseki and Kawai and that, they talk about all sorts of things, back at the base."
"And you believe everything you hear from them?" Yara folded up the headset and packed the useless radio kit away, his voice calm and seemingly only half-interested.
"Well, no, but…" Yamamoto looked up, and realised that Yara was looking at him too. There was a spark of amusement in his eyes, and Yamamoto faltered. "No, I just meant that…"
Yara laughed, and turned away to unroll the blankets. "You've nothing to fear from me, Yamamoto-kun."
~
'How to regain your personal space'
R!
"How can we get him to leave?" Yamamoto whispered, trying to keep quiet as Matsuzaki quietly thumbed through the magazine on the table and sipped the coffee from his polystyrene cup. "Not that I don't like him, but…" He wriggled a little on the couch, cheeks still slightly flushed from their activities less than five minutes prior.
"Hey, Matsu," Yara spoke up, keeping his hand on Yamamoto's denim-clad thigh where his thumb slowly traced circles over the material. "Is your lunch break long?"
"Mm, about an hour," Matsuzaki responded, looking up with a grin. "Why, what's up?"
"Oh, nothing." Yara moved his hand further up Yamamoto's leg, grinning to himself as he heard and felt Yamamoto whimper quietly and shift next to him. "Nothing important."
His hand was almost at Yamamoto's crotch now, and as Yara glanced over he saw the younger man frozen in place, torn between embarrassment and arousal. "Come here, then," Yara said, reaching up with his other hand to tug at Yamamoto's wrist and pull him awkwardly onto Yara's lap, so they were face-to-face, with Yamamoto's knees against the back of the couch either side of Yara's hips. At the bewildered look on Yamamoto's face, Yara simply grinned and winked, tilting his own face up to capture Yamamoto's lips in a kiss. Yara's hands sought out the hem of Yamamoto's shirt and pushed the material up, running his hands over the skin of the other man's back, and Yamamoto moaned into the kiss despite himself, hips moving automatically.
A scrape of chair against tiled floor; footsteps; the sound of a door opening and closing. Yara pulled back and opened his eyes, peering around Yamamoto to the empty chair where, until a moment before, Matsuzaki had been sitting. He glanced up at Yamamoto, and grinned. "Problem solved," he said. "Shall we continue?"
~
temptation
PG. >_>;
Yamamoto wanted. He wanted to be the best. He wanted Yara to notice him. More than a 'good work, kiddo' or a 'you've really improved'. More than that. He wanted to the best for himself, too; he wanted to be able to push his body further, to aim higher and to be able to watch back videos of himself dancing and feel proud, like he'd achieved something worthwhile. Somehow, the two things got tangled up and confused, and he wanted to be noticed, he wanted, so desperately. Hours of rehearsals; extra practice after work; pushing and striving every day to be better, not just another back-dancer lost in the sea of oversized shirts and forgettable faces.
And then Butoukan happened, and he was seen. He was really, really seen, and Yara, Yara had seen him and he'd been singled out and this, wasn't this the best thing? To be able to dance beside Yara, to be able to dance, to stand in the spotlight and shine and shine like this was what he was born to do, this, with Yara shining even brighter, just one step ahead. Wasn't this the best thing?
But he wanted Yara to notice him in that way too, the other way. So what if he was still too young, so what if he was still just a boy to much of the rest of the world? Yara had seen him, and he knew, Yamamoto knew that if he could stand out a little more, if he could shine a little brighter, maybe Yara would look at him differently too.
"You're a good kid," Yara said, reaching out to ruffle Yamamoto's hair, and in that instant Yamamoto felt his heart sink.
"Am I really just a kid?" he said, and suddenly the empty practice room around them seemed to swallow all noise and the only thing Yamamoto could hear was the sound of his heartbeat hammering in his chest. "That's all I am to you, Yaracchi?"
Yara paused, and gave him a long, measured look that seemed to stretch to eternity. "You're eighteen," he said, and Yamamoto knew that was as much answer as he was going to get for now.
"But I'll get older," he said, realising too late how childish his words sounded.
Yara gave half a smile, his eyes gentle and not unkind. "Yes," he said, and nodded. "You will."
~
'Trust is like a paper. Once it's crumpled it can't be perfect again.'
PG. (._.)
"No, it's fine," Yara said, and the professionalism stabbed like a shard of glass into Yamamoto's lungs. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to exist. It had been a mistake, just a mistake, he hadn't meant to… Yara was speaking again, and the world spun as Yamamoto tried to regain his focus. "…be over stage left, so if we bring Yuma and Jr.A toward the front, then we'll…" and Tsubasa was nodding, and Travis-san was half-following and half-listening to the interpreter, and Yamamoto's world was crashing and disintegrating at his feet.
-
"We're together, aren't we?" Yamamoto had asked, speaking aloud in the stillness of the night, not really expecting an answer from the silhouetted shape lying beside him on the mattress. "You and me. Like. Together."
Yara's hand had moved under the sheets, finding Yamamoto's hand and giving it a light squeeze. "You can call it that, if you like," he had said.
-
"So, are you coming back to mine?" Takahashi had asked, and for a moment the implications hovered over Yamamoto's head, a pendulum at the height of its arc. Takahashi looked at him.
The pendulum began to swing the other way.
"Yeah," Yamamoto had said. "Okay."
-
"No," Yamamoto had said, cupping his hand around the mouthpiece of his cellphone to hide his words. "I'm out with a bunch of friends. We're going to an izakaya later." He glanced up to see Takahashi returning with a selection of DVDs, and couldn't explain the kick of guilt in his stomach. "I miss you too."
-
"Morning, Ryu," Tatsumi had said, putting the brakes on and swinging his leg over the bar of his bicycle as he pulled up outside Takahashi's apartment block. "Huh, and Ryo-chan too. Good morning."
The instant stiffness and formality in Tatsumi's tone of voice made Yamamoto realise that he had made a terrible mistake.
-
"We didn't do anything!" Yamamoto felt utterly helpless against the cold wall of Yara's gaze, and as the other man had nodded and looked away Yamamoto reached out to try and grab his arm. "I swear, we just watched movies!"
"Yes," Yara said, his expression closed off. "So you said."
-
"Should we move They further backstage for this song?" Tatsumi asked, as they stood facing the stage at Aoyama Theatre.
Yara shook his head. "No," he said. "It's fine."
~
crayons
G. ＼(^o^)／
Summer. Summer. Summer!! He loved this season best of all; his veins were singing with it. The heat, the sunlight, the long, long days stretching out endlessly before them. The constant noise of the cicadas, the sudden temperature change going from air-conditioned indoors to humid outside… he loved it all. Yara felt like he could reach up and brush the sky with his fingertips. The bottle of water from the vending machine was wet with condensation and he felt his fingertips begin to wrinkle the longer he held it, but still he clutched it in his hand as he wandered down the baking hot suburban streets, sun shining on his skin as he made the most of his day of freedom. Kids had been playing by the roadside; they'd left their crayons out on the concrete and they had melted into vibrant puddles of wax, the reds, yellows, blues, oranges and greens sprawling out over the hot paving slabs. Yara tugged at Ichigo's leash as the fluffy dog made as if she wanted to go and sniff the brightly-coloured puddles, and he pulled the two dogs onward. It wouldn't do to keep them out in the heat too long; like any thinking person Yara knew the dangers of the mid-afternoon sun, but it was too nice a day, too good an opportunity to pass up.
Just ahead was the railway crossing, the striped poles of its barriers jutting high into the air to let pedestrians pass. Yara sauntered across the tracks, sneakered feet padding over the asphalt as Ichigo and Anzu scurried beside him, their tails wagging as their noses worked overtime in the richly-scented summer air. On the other side of the tracks, Yara turned and walked left, heading toward the station where a figure waited at the bottom of the steps.
The figure waved as Yara approached, and crouched down to greet Ichigo and Anzu before straightening and grinning at Yara. "Hey," Yamamoto said. "Nice day, isn't it."
~
These all ended up being Yara/Yamaryo-centric. Who is surprised? e_e
communication problems
PG-13, AU
"No, it's no good," Yara said, shaking his head and removing the headset. "We shouldn't be out of range, but I guess the snow's acting as a buffer between us and the others."
"We'll still be able to get there okay though, right?" Yamamoto asked, tucking his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs. "Like, now that we've come this far, and all."
Yara frowned, thoughtful. "Don't see any reason why we wouldn't," he said. "Though they won't know where we are either, so they might not be on the look-out for us. You could do with changing your clothes before we arrive, too. You're probably saturated with Trace."
Yamamoto shivered. "It can wait though, right? These clothes are warmer than the ones in the bag."
Yara eyed him, then scratched at his eyebrow with his thumbnail. "Not sure. The longer you stay in that stuff the more the Trace will seep into your skin, and I wouldn't recommend that, really. You can change now and share my bedroll for warmth, I guess." He couldn't help but grin as Yamamoto started involuntarily. "I didn't have that kind of thing in mind, Ryota, so you needn't panic."
"I wasn't panicking," Yamamoto said, busying himself with rummaging around in their pack and pulling out the spare change of clothes. He spoke again, keeping his gaze averted. "I've heard rumours about you, y'know. Goseki and Kawai and that, they talk about all sorts of things, back at the base."
"And you believe everything you hear from them?" Yara folded up the headset and packed the useless radio kit away, his voice calm and seemingly only half-interested.
"Well, no, but…" Yamamoto looked up, and realised that Yara was looking at him too. There was a spark of amusement in his eyes, and Yamamoto faltered. "No, I just meant that…"
Yara laughed, and turned away to unroll the blankets. "You've nothing to fear from me, Yamamoto-kun."
~
'How to regain your personal space'
R!
"How can we get him to leave?" Yamamoto whispered, trying to keep quiet as Matsuzaki quietly thumbed through the magazine on the table and sipped the coffee from his polystyrene cup. "Not that I don't like him, but…" He wriggled a little on the couch, cheeks still slightly flushed from their activities less than five minutes prior.
"Hey, Matsu," Yara spoke up, keeping his hand on Yamamoto's denim-clad thigh where his thumb slowly traced circles over the material. "Is your lunch break long?"
"Mm, about an hour," Matsuzaki responded, looking up with a grin. "Why, what's up?"
"Oh, nothing." Yara moved his hand further up Yamamoto's leg, grinning to himself as he heard and felt Yamamoto whimper quietly and shift next to him. "Nothing important."
His hand was almost at Yamamoto's crotch now, and as Yara glanced over he saw the younger man frozen in place, torn between embarrassment and arousal. "Come here, then," Yara said, reaching up with his other hand to tug at Yamamoto's wrist and pull him awkwardly onto Yara's lap, so they were face-to-face, with Yamamoto's knees against the back of the couch either side of Yara's hips. At the bewildered look on Yamamoto's face, Yara simply grinned and winked, tilting his own face up to capture Yamamoto's lips in a kiss. Yara's hands sought out the hem of Yamamoto's shirt and pushed the material up, running his hands over the skin of the other man's back, and Yamamoto moaned into the kiss despite himself, hips moving automatically.
A scrape of chair against tiled floor; footsteps; the sound of a door opening and closing. Yara pulled back and opened his eyes, peering around Yamamoto to the empty chair where, until a moment before, Matsuzaki had been sitting. He glanced up at Yamamoto, and grinned. "Problem solved," he said. "Shall we continue?"
~
temptation
PG. >_>;
Yamamoto wanted. He wanted to be the best. He wanted Yara to notice him. More than a 'good work, kiddo' or a 'you've really improved'. More than that. He wanted to the best for himself, too; he wanted to be able to push his body further, to aim higher and to be able to watch back videos of himself dancing and feel proud, like he'd achieved something worthwhile. Somehow, the two things got tangled up and confused, and he wanted to be noticed, he wanted, so desperately. Hours of rehearsals; extra practice after work; pushing and striving every day to be better, not just another back-dancer lost in the sea of oversized shirts and forgettable faces.
And then Butoukan happened, and he was seen. He was really, really seen, and Yara, Yara had seen him and he'd been singled out and this, wasn't this the best thing? To be able to dance beside Yara, to be able to dance, to stand in the spotlight and shine and shine like this was what he was born to do, this, with Yara shining even brighter, just one step ahead. Wasn't this the best thing?
But he wanted Yara to notice him in that way too, the other way. So what if he was still too young, so what if he was still just a boy to much of the rest of the world? Yara had seen him, and he knew, Yamamoto knew that if he could stand out a little more, if he could shine a little brighter, maybe Yara would look at him differently too.
"You're a good kid," Yara said, reaching out to ruffle Yamamoto's hair, and in that instant Yamamoto felt his heart sink.
"Am I really just a kid?" he said, and suddenly the empty practice room around them seemed to swallow all noise and the only thing Yamamoto could hear was the sound of his heartbeat hammering in his chest. "That's all I am to you, Yaracchi?"
Yara paused, and gave him a long, measured look that seemed to stretch to eternity. "You're eighteen," he said, and Yamamoto knew that was as much answer as he was going to get for now.
"But I'll get older," he said, realising too late how childish his words sounded.
Yara gave half a smile, his eyes gentle and not unkind. "Yes," he said, and nodded. "You will."
~
'Trust is like a paper. Once it's crumpled it can't be perfect again.'
PG. (._.)
"No, it's fine," Yara said, and the professionalism stabbed like a shard of glass into Yamamoto's lungs. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to exist. It had been a mistake, just a mistake, he hadn't meant to… Yara was speaking again, and the world spun as Yamamoto tried to regain his focus. "…be over stage left, so if we bring Yuma and Jr.A toward the front, then we'll…" and Tsubasa was nodding, and Travis-san was half-following and half-listening to the interpreter, and Yamamoto's world was crashing and disintegrating at his feet.
-
"We're together, aren't we?" Yamamoto had asked, speaking aloud in the stillness of the night, not really expecting an answer from the silhouetted shape lying beside him on the mattress. "You and me. Like. Together."
Yara's hand had moved under the sheets, finding Yamamoto's hand and giving it a light squeeze. "You can call it that, if you like," he had said.
-
"So, are you coming back to mine?" Takahashi had asked, and for a moment the implications hovered over Yamamoto's head, a pendulum at the height of its arc. Takahashi looked at him.
The pendulum began to swing the other way.
"Yeah," Yamamoto had said. "Okay."
-
"No," Yamamoto had said, cupping his hand around the mouthpiece of his cellphone to hide his words. "I'm out with a bunch of friends. We're going to an izakaya later." He glanced up to see Takahashi returning with a selection of DVDs, and couldn't explain the kick of guilt in his stomach. "I miss you too."
-
"Morning, Ryu," Tatsumi had said, putting the brakes on and swinging his leg over the bar of his bicycle as he pulled up outside Takahashi's apartment block. "Huh, and Ryo-chan too. Good morning."
The instant stiffness and formality in Tatsumi's tone of voice made Yamamoto realise that he had made a terrible mistake.
-
"We didn't do anything!" Yamamoto felt utterly helpless against the cold wall of Yara's gaze, and as the other man had nodded and looked away Yamamoto reached out to try and grab his arm. "I swear, we just watched movies!"
"Yes," Yara said, his expression closed off. "So you said."
-
"Should we move They further backstage for this song?" Tatsumi asked, as they stood facing the stage at Aoyama Theatre.
Yara shook his head. "No," he said. "It's fine."
~
crayons
G. ＼(^o^)／
Summer. Summer. Summer!! He loved this season best of all; his veins were singing with it. The heat, the sunlight, the long, long days stretching out endlessly before them. The constant noise of the cicadas, the sudden temperature change going from air-conditioned indoors to humid outside… he loved it all. Yara felt like he could reach up and brush the sky with his fingertips. The bottle of water from the vending machine was wet with condensation and he felt his fingertips begin to wrinkle the longer he held it, but still he clutched it in his hand as he wandered down the baking hot suburban streets, sun shining on his skin as he made the most of his day of freedom. Kids had been playing by the roadside; they'd left their crayons out on the concrete and they had melted into vibrant puddles of wax, the reds, yellows, blues, oranges and greens sprawling out over the hot paving slabs. Yara tugged at Ichigo's leash as the fluffy dog made as if she wanted to go and sniff the brightly-coloured puddles, and he pulled the two dogs onward. It wouldn't do to keep them out in the heat too long; like any thinking person Yara knew the dangers of the mid-afternoon sun, but it was too nice a day, too good an opportunity to pass up.
Just ahead was the railway crossing, the striped poles of its barriers jutting high into the air to let pedestrians pass. Yara sauntered across the tracks, sneakered feet padding over the asphalt as Ichigo and Anzu scurried beside him, their tails wagging as their noses worked overtime in the richly-scented summer air. On the other side of the tracks, Yara turned and walked left, heading toward the station where a figure waited at the bottom of the steps.
The figure waved as Yara approached, and crouched down to greet Ichigo and Anzu before straightening and grinning at Yara. "Hey," Yamamoto said. "Nice day, isn't it."
~