[Fic] Sea (Yamapi x Maki)
Title: Sea
Author: kohee
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa x Horikita Maki
Summary: One-shot: Maki doesn't like the sea. Yamapi thinks she should.
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Couldn't have written this without syndy16 who posted the Chinese translation of the really cute Yamaki May Myojo interview that made me write this. And I'm actually wanting to write another 9 ficlets/drabbles based on that interview...if I actually have the discipline for it.
Another note is that I don't really write JE nowadays (not that I used to or anything) but Yamapi and Maki, to me, are just like, made for each other, so nyar.
Yamapi had expressed disbelief at Maki's answer to his question that she actually prefers the river to the sea. It seemed almost ludicrous to him that anyone would dislike the sea and its magnanimous, beautiful tranquility. For some reason, it became important to him that Maki will eventually love the sea as much as he does, and that was why he found himself on Maki's doorstep on a Sunday morning that he knew was her day off, his finger hovering above the doorbell.
He hesitated for two minutes before jabbing at the bell, hearing the chime echoed faintly, and he stepped back and waited. He remembered that he didn't call her beforehand, and silently he cursed himself. Jin said girls hated it when guys appear on their doorstep without warning because they would not be dressed for it, and also girls considered it a fate worse than death to be seen without make-up. He fleetingly contemplated leaving (he didn't want Maki to be angry at him) but just then, the door opened and Maki peered out, dressed in a T-shirt and a casual floral skirt, her face free of make-up (as Jin said). Her eyes widened to see him; certainly he was an unexpected guest.
“Yamashita-kun!” She squeaked. “What are you doing here?”
He, on his part, stared at her, knowing that it was the first time he was seeing her as her, without the designer clothes and professional make-up, and thinking to himself how fresh and beautiful she is, found himself tongue-tied for longer than necessary.
“Yamashita-kun?”
He gave himself an involuntary little shake and smiled at her. “Ehh...Maki-chan. It's a nice day today, isn't it?”
She stared at him quizzically, her head tipped slightly to one side as she waited for him to continue, and he was aware that he probably sounded (and looked) like a complete geek. Yamapi wished he had the suaveness of Kurosaki or at least the humor of Akira, they might help him weather through this really awkward moment where he was starting to feel like an idiot, but Yamapi is Yamapi and he was by himself for this.
“Would you like to go to the beach?” He asked, in a rush.
“Now?” She asked, a little uncertainly.
“It doesn't have to be a long visit.” He assured her. “Just for a short while? And besides...I haven't seen much of you lately...” his voice trailed off, finding himself unable (or perhaps unwilling) to elaborate more.
Maki shrugged, and laughed. “You are strange, Yamashita-kun. But yes, I'll go. If you don't mind me just the way I am,” she said, an obvious reference to her casual, make-up-free appearance.
“I don't mind.” He said hurriedly, not wanting to give her any avenue to back out. It was on the tip of his tongue to blurt out that she looked more beautiful than ever, but he held it back.
-
“Are you really scared of the sea?” He asked her, as they walked side by side on the soft, carpet-like sand, a lot further from the crashing surf and waves than Yamapi would've liked.
Maki didn't answer for a short moment, tilting her face to the warm sun and breathing in the tantalizing sea breeze, raising her slender arms above her head for a short stretch. “Not really. I just prefer the river.”
He frowned slightly, that again. He, for one, didn't understand her liking for the river at all. The river is boring and small, compared to the magnificence of the endless sea, the riverbank not as beautiful and calming as the wide spread of the white sands of the beach.
“You said that it would be easy to drown in the sea, to be swept away by waves.”
She turned to him, her eyes lighting up as she smiled. “You remembered!”
He shrugged, jamming his hands into his pockets. He couldn't very well tell her that it was actually the reason he brought her here. Perhaps not the reason, but still.
“Maybe I didn't really mean it that literally, but there's something about the sea that scares me.” she admitted.
“I love the sea.” He said.
She nodded. “I know, I remember.”
They smiled at each other then, albeit awkwardly, but at the same time, with an unexplainable sense of comfort. Maki was the first to turn away, continuing to walk, and then swiveled around to face him, taking careful steps backward.
“Was it your idea? In the Proposal Daisakusen Special?”
“Eh?”
“You know, the beach, the sea. The place where you and Nagasawa-san sealed your love for each other, in the beginning and the end.” Somehow, she wasn't sure she was entirely teasing when she said that, because she had felt almost jealous that Kurosaki and Tsurara never had that form of closure. But of course, that was, but jealousy in terms of profession and work.
“You mean Ken and Rei.” He corrected her.
She lifted her shoulder in a careless shrug. “It's the same.”
“It's not,” he said, his tone serious, his dark eyes locking onto hers. She stopped walking, her step faltering for reasons she couldn't exactly comprehend. Maybe it was his eyes. Eyes that she could never really read, even if she tried.
“Maybe I really am afraid of drowning.” She said suddenly.
Yamapi watched her carefully, reminding himself again of the true reason they were there. He took two huge steps forward, standing closer to her. “Do you trust me?” He asked quietly, his words almost swallowed by the crashing waves. Almost, but not quite.
“Yes.” She answered, clearly and without hesitation.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile and almost without thinking, he grabbed her hand. “Come with me.”
Before she could react, Yamapi was dragging her down the beach, towards the sea. Maki shrieked as her slippered feet made contact with wet sand and they were closer, closer than ever to the sea, reading the crown of the waves, and she felt her heart skipped a beat, jumping to her throat.
He was splashing into the waves, and into the sea, the water at his ankles as he kept his grip on her hand, and the water was at her calves and she felt panic rising as she glanced out at the vast, blue-green seas and waves that seemed more and more gigantic and scary as they whipped past her and...
“Yamashita-kun!” She dug her toes firmly into the soft sand below the surf, refusing to move any further. The water was at her knees, her slippers lost, her skirt and shirt wet, and even her hair was wet.
He stopped, but he did not relinquish his hold on her hand, and it was the feel of his fingers curled around hers that stopped her from possibly going into a full blown panic attack. He trudged through the surf, back towards her, until he was no less than two inches away from her.
“What are you doing?” She said crossly, smoothing her wet fringe with her free hand. “Are you trying to drown us both?”
He gave a small laugh, and his grip on her fingers tightened just a little, and she noticed that. “No. I'm trying to make you like the sea, Maki-chan.”
She raised her eyebrow at his explanation. “And you think drowning me is the best way to do it?”
“No.” He said again, and averted his gaze, feeling the awkwardness settle over him again, and not quite knowing what to do next. Around them, the waves continued to roll and crash and they were getting wetter, and Maki was staring at him, waiting for him to continue.
“I want you to have good memories of the sea, Maki-chan. Then perhaps you won't be scared, and you will see the beauty of the sea, as I see it, and you love it, as I do.” He said, the meaning underlying his words giving rise to a serious tone as he talked.
She laughed wryly, shaking her head slightly. “I hardly think almost drowning is a good memory.”
“No, it isn't.” He agreed, as he reached out his other hand to capture her free hand. She gave a slight start, and raised her eyes to his. “But maybe this will be a good memory.”
Summoning all his bravery, he tugged her forward gently, pulling her hands to bring her closer to him, and he bent down slightly, and kissed her.
It was the perfect first kiss, it was sweet, tentative and tender, and held the promise of so much more,the promise of love and wonderment and all the beautiful things.
They parted after a while, and looked at each other. Again the silence was a little awkward, a little strange but at the same time, it was so natural for them to be standing together, in the sea, her hands still linked to his. Maki broke the silence, with a smile that rivaled the beauty of the sparkling blue-green waters, as she looked into the eyes that she was finally beginning to be able to read, as she had always wanted, from the very first day she met him.
“I think I may learn to like the sea.”
Yamapi laughed, and drawing her close, he kissed her again, opening her mouth with his, his arms snaking around her waist. He felt her hands traveling up his back, to the back of his neck to hold him closer to her as she kissed him back, and he thought so this is what is feels like, to be with Maki-chan, and he felt like he could be with her forever.
- end -
Comments? Criticisms? Stones? Thanks! :D
Author: kohee
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa x Horikita Maki
Summary: One-shot: Maki doesn't like the sea. Yamapi thinks she should.
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Couldn't have written this without syndy16 who posted the Chinese translation of the really cute Yamaki May Myojo interview that made me write this. And I'm actually wanting to write another 9 ficlets/drabbles based on that interview...if I actually have the discipline for it.
Another note is that I don't really write JE nowadays (not that I used to or anything) but Yamapi and Maki, to me, are just like, made for each other, so nyar.
Yamapi had expressed disbelief at Maki's answer to his question that she actually prefers the river to the sea. It seemed almost ludicrous to him that anyone would dislike the sea and its magnanimous, beautiful tranquility. For some reason, it became important to him that Maki will eventually love the sea as much as he does, and that was why he found himself on Maki's doorstep on a Sunday morning that he knew was her day off, his finger hovering above the doorbell.
He hesitated for two minutes before jabbing at the bell, hearing the chime echoed faintly, and he stepped back and waited. He remembered that he didn't call her beforehand, and silently he cursed himself. Jin said girls hated it when guys appear on their doorstep without warning because they would not be dressed for it, and also girls considered it a fate worse than death to be seen without make-up. He fleetingly contemplated leaving (he didn't want Maki to be angry at him) but just then, the door opened and Maki peered out, dressed in a T-shirt and a casual floral skirt, her face free of make-up (as Jin said). Her eyes widened to see him; certainly he was an unexpected guest.
“Yamashita-kun!” She squeaked. “What are you doing here?”
He, on his part, stared at her, knowing that it was the first time he was seeing her as her, without the designer clothes and professional make-up, and thinking to himself how fresh and beautiful she is, found himself tongue-tied for longer than necessary.
“Yamashita-kun?”
He gave himself an involuntary little shake and smiled at her. “Ehh...Maki-chan. It's a nice day today, isn't it?”
She stared at him quizzically, her head tipped slightly to one side as she waited for him to continue, and he was aware that he probably sounded (and looked) like a complete geek. Yamapi wished he had the suaveness of Kurosaki or at least the humor of Akira, they might help him weather through this really awkward moment where he was starting to feel like an idiot, but Yamapi is Yamapi and he was by himself for this.
“Would you like to go to the beach?” He asked, in a rush.
“Now?” She asked, a little uncertainly.
“It doesn't have to be a long visit.” He assured her. “Just for a short while? And besides...I haven't seen much of you lately...” his voice trailed off, finding himself unable (or perhaps unwilling) to elaborate more.
Maki shrugged, and laughed. “You are strange, Yamashita-kun. But yes, I'll go. If you don't mind me just the way I am,” she said, an obvious reference to her casual, make-up-free appearance.
“I don't mind.” He said hurriedly, not wanting to give her any avenue to back out. It was on the tip of his tongue to blurt out that she looked more beautiful than ever, but he held it back.
-
“Are you really scared of the sea?” He asked her, as they walked side by side on the soft, carpet-like sand, a lot further from the crashing surf and waves than Yamapi would've liked.
Maki didn't answer for a short moment, tilting her face to the warm sun and breathing in the tantalizing sea breeze, raising her slender arms above her head for a short stretch. “Not really. I just prefer the river.”
He frowned slightly, that again. He, for one, didn't understand her liking for the river at all. The river is boring and small, compared to the magnificence of the endless sea, the riverbank not as beautiful and calming as the wide spread of the white sands of the beach.
“You said that it would be easy to drown in the sea, to be swept away by waves.”
She turned to him, her eyes lighting up as she smiled. “You remembered!”
He shrugged, jamming his hands into his pockets. He couldn't very well tell her that it was actually the reason he brought her here. Perhaps not the reason, but still.
“Maybe I didn't really mean it that literally, but there's something about the sea that scares me.” she admitted.
“I love the sea.” He said.
She nodded. “I know, I remember.”
They smiled at each other then, albeit awkwardly, but at the same time, with an unexplainable sense of comfort. Maki was the first to turn away, continuing to walk, and then swiveled around to face him, taking careful steps backward.
“Was it your idea? In the Proposal Daisakusen Special?”
“Eh?”
“You know, the beach, the sea. The place where you and Nagasawa-san sealed your love for each other, in the beginning and the end.” Somehow, she wasn't sure she was entirely teasing when she said that, because she had felt almost jealous that Kurosaki and Tsurara never had that form of closure. But of course, that was, but jealousy in terms of profession and work.
“You mean Ken and Rei.” He corrected her.
She lifted her shoulder in a careless shrug. “It's the same.”
“It's not,” he said, his tone serious, his dark eyes locking onto hers. She stopped walking, her step faltering for reasons she couldn't exactly comprehend. Maybe it was his eyes. Eyes that she could never really read, even if she tried.
“Maybe I really am afraid of drowning.” She said suddenly.
Yamapi watched her carefully, reminding himself again of the true reason they were there. He took two huge steps forward, standing closer to her. “Do you trust me?” He asked quietly, his words almost swallowed by the crashing waves. Almost, but not quite.
“Yes.” She answered, clearly and without hesitation.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile and almost without thinking, he grabbed her hand. “Come with me.”
Before she could react, Yamapi was dragging her down the beach, towards the sea. Maki shrieked as her slippered feet made contact with wet sand and they were closer, closer than ever to the sea, reading the crown of the waves, and she felt her heart skipped a beat, jumping to her throat.
He was splashing into the waves, and into the sea, the water at his ankles as he kept his grip on her hand, and the water was at her calves and she felt panic rising as she glanced out at the vast, blue-green seas and waves that seemed more and more gigantic and scary as they whipped past her and...
“Yamashita-kun!” She dug her toes firmly into the soft sand below the surf, refusing to move any further. The water was at her knees, her slippers lost, her skirt and shirt wet, and even her hair was wet.
He stopped, but he did not relinquish his hold on her hand, and it was the feel of his fingers curled around hers that stopped her from possibly going into a full blown panic attack. He trudged through the surf, back towards her, until he was no less than two inches away from her.
“What are you doing?” She said crossly, smoothing her wet fringe with her free hand. “Are you trying to drown us both?”
He gave a small laugh, and his grip on her fingers tightened just a little, and she noticed that. “No. I'm trying to make you like the sea, Maki-chan.”
She raised her eyebrow at his explanation. “And you think drowning me is the best way to do it?”
“No.” He said again, and averted his gaze, feeling the awkwardness settle over him again, and not quite knowing what to do next. Around them, the waves continued to roll and crash and they were getting wetter, and Maki was staring at him, waiting for him to continue.
“I want you to have good memories of the sea, Maki-chan. Then perhaps you won't be scared, and you will see the beauty of the sea, as I see it, and you love it, as I do.” He said, the meaning underlying his words giving rise to a serious tone as he talked.
She laughed wryly, shaking her head slightly. “I hardly think almost drowning is a good memory.”
“No, it isn't.” He agreed, as he reached out his other hand to capture her free hand. She gave a slight start, and raised her eyes to his. “But maybe this will be a good memory.”
Summoning all his bravery, he tugged her forward gently, pulling her hands to bring her closer to him, and he bent down slightly, and kissed her.
It was the perfect first kiss, it was sweet, tentative and tender, and held the promise of so much more,the promise of love and wonderment and all the beautiful things.
They parted after a while, and looked at each other. Again the silence was a little awkward, a little strange but at the same time, it was so natural for them to be standing together, in the sea, her hands still linked to his. Maki broke the silence, with a smile that rivaled the beauty of the sparkling blue-green waters, as she looked into the eyes that she was finally beginning to be able to read, as she had always wanted, from the very first day she met him.
“I think I may learn to like the sea.”
Yamapi laughed, and drawing her close, he kissed her again, opening her mouth with his, his arms snaking around her waist. He felt her hands traveling up his back, to the back of his neck to hold him closer to her as she kissed him back, and he thought so this is what is feels like, to be with Maki-chan, and he felt like he could be with her forever.
- end -
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