Cactus and paper airplanes - Reita/Ruki 2/?
Title: Cactus and paper airplanes
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Genre: slice of life, romance(?)
Synopsis: Ruki is a huge curd of jello, and Reita is a damsel in disguise >D
Cactus and paper airplanes
II.
"Take those off."
My neck stiffened.
"Excuse me?"
"I said," Akira's hair dangled above my ear, "take those off."
I could feel the edge of the desk crashing into my ribs as the whirlpool of cubicles tumbled and collapsed. And then the world became quiet. Frighteningly quiet. So quiet that the sound of tiny cracks splitting in my veins was audible.
"Akira, " I attempted to rise from my chair, yet my legs wobbled like pudding on bread, "are you outing yourself?"
Ever since I started working with Akira, I had always knew, as clearly as 'diamonds are shiny' or 'happiness is bright pink', that he was gay. So I wasn't startled at all when he outed himself on the same day the air conditioner on our floor broke. Fate, it was fate indeed.
Akira's face fell flat and before he could argue, I enveloped his hands in mine and said in a soothing, comprehensive tone,
"It's okay Akira, I understand. Be gay and be proud, embrace the same sex, hold a dick. It's all going to be alright. You can talk to me, I'll stay as long as you want. I'll stay until 5:00pm."
I swivelled back to face my laptop. My heart blossomed and was showered in waves of sunshine and joy. The world was beautiful again.
My transient happiness was disrupted when Akira rolled back into my cubicle, shaking his head.
"No, Takanori, no. I was talking about your glasses."
"What's wrong with them?"
His face scrunched so tightly that I was afraid it might melt away from the rest of his body.
"Don't you think that they are outdated? I really can't stand it when someone wears grandma glasses."
"Then don't look at me."
"I can't. Every time I look up, you're there."
"You know the same goes for me, right?"
"Yeah," Akira brushed his bangs, "but I'm such a sight to behold."
"Offfff course you are!" I concurred perfunctorily whilst pushing his chair away with my foot, "Now go back to your cell, beautiful. Leave before I start harassing you!"
Under my push, Akira strolled back into his cubicle and muttered "don't forget to take off your glasses" along the way. But I didn't, I kept them on. I wanted to mess with him.
Akira was paranoid for the entire day. He constantly glowered at me from his cubicle only to sink below it immediately afterwards. When he found the glaring tactic incapable of fulfilling its purpose, he resorted to knocking on the board in between us. At first, I ignored it, but after awhile, the incessant knocking became unbearable. It was mid July, the air conditioner was out, a woodpecker knocked on the board, and I was shredded between the mental mutilation that was coming from next door and an impending heat stroke. So I picked up my cactus, and just before I took off to stab the living shit out of Akira, the sound of plastic slapping against my desk rendered me into a fit of shivers, thus stopping the execution of what could've been manslaughter. I looked up and met a pair of mirthful brown eyes, gloating over me and Akira.
"Why are you holding a cactus?" Kouyou asked, glee bubbling in his voice.
I tucked the cactus back into its corner, "I'm not."
"Fourth time this month," the woodpecker spoke up, "I've been keeping a tally. I'll get him a new one that's the size of his desk after the sixth."
The muscles in my shoulders unfurled.
Kouyou motioned us to gather around him. When we did, he gave me and Akira( whose upper body twitched when he saw my glasses) a file. In it, were two copies of the same document.
"Now, listen very carefully to what I'm about to say. Here are everything you'll need to know about Shiroyama Yuu. Memorize these. Stick it on your walls, staple it onto each other's foreheads, I don't care.
Shiroyama can be difficult, so it's important that you follow these as much as possible."
I skimmed through the document, but skimming soon proved to be insufficient. I had to scrutinize into each letter to assure myself that I wasn't inventing the words. I gave Akira a sidelong glance, his eyes were darting all over the page, thus I knew he was suffering just as much as I did.
"Okay. Okay, okay. Okay. Just one question though."
"Yes?"
"What does he have in his bathroom?"
I searched for it, there it was, number four:
"4. Do not go into the bathroom unless authorized. If authorized, take its corresponding key from the key drawer and open the door. After you come out, lock the door and then return the key to the key drawer."
"His inspiration." I concluded.
"Wow, that actually explains a lot about him."
"Right?"
"Alright kids," Kouyou stood up, "memorize these, okay? By the way, when's his next due date?"
"This Thursday."
"Ohhhh," Kouyou's nose wrinkled in distaste, "Thursday is not a very good day for him."
I was intrigued, "why?"
"Well, last time I went in on Tuesday, he was, um, he..." Kouyou paused, pondering over his words.
"What? WHAT? WHAT DID HE DOOOOO? AH DAMN IT KOUYOU!"
"He was naked, you happy? There you have it! Naked, nude, unclothed, bare-assed-"
I conjured an image of a naked Shiroyama parading inside his house. Within the blink of an eye, it erased all the workplace friendly, PG-13, the 'what am I going to eat tonight' thoughts that originally inhibited my brain. On top of everything, the picture started to zoom into all the areas I wished to never see.
Nope. Not ready for it, ever.
But woodpecker just had to interject with a question of his own!
"Oh," he whistled, "how was it like?"
What was more excruciating was that the story teller chose to answer!
"Okay I'm not even going to ask what you meant by 'it'. Let's just say 'it' was not the most spectacular thing ever. 'It' was, um, overgrown."
On the scale of 'geez I saw something that was worth gauging my own eyes out so let's not revisit that memory again', Kouyou fell, no, dived in an Olympic medal-worthy pose into a cold, dark realm beneath. Somewhere I'd like to call, hell. The idea of moving my cubicle elsewhere flashed inside my head. Perhaps away from Akira and Kouyou. Perhaps underneath this building.
Tomorrow, we'll have to be ready for Shiroyama Yuu,
And his dick.
A/N: here is a short update. My computer broke down and silly me forgot to save a copy of the original chapter 2 onto a USB, so I regurgitated everything I remember onto my phone;;;_;;; but anyways, here is chapter 2! :D
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Genre: slice of life, romance(?)
Synopsis: Ruki is a huge curd of jello, and Reita is a damsel in disguise >D
Cactus and paper airplanes
II.
"Take those off."
My neck stiffened.
"Excuse me?"
"I said," Akira's hair dangled above my ear, "take those off."
I could feel the edge of the desk crashing into my ribs as the whirlpool of cubicles tumbled and collapsed. And then the world became quiet. Frighteningly quiet. So quiet that the sound of tiny cracks splitting in my veins was audible.
"Akira, " I attempted to rise from my chair, yet my legs wobbled like pudding on bread, "are you outing yourself?"
Ever since I started working with Akira, I had always knew, as clearly as 'diamonds are shiny' or 'happiness is bright pink', that he was gay. So I wasn't startled at all when he outed himself on the same day the air conditioner on our floor broke. Fate, it was fate indeed.
Akira's face fell flat and before he could argue, I enveloped his hands in mine and said in a soothing, comprehensive tone,
"It's okay Akira, I understand. Be gay and be proud, embrace the same sex, hold a dick. It's all going to be alright. You can talk to me, I'll stay as long as you want. I'll stay until 5:00pm."
I swivelled back to face my laptop. My heart blossomed and was showered in waves of sunshine and joy. The world was beautiful again.
My transient happiness was disrupted when Akira rolled back into my cubicle, shaking his head.
"No, Takanori, no. I was talking about your glasses."
"What's wrong with them?"
His face scrunched so tightly that I was afraid it might melt away from the rest of his body.
"Don't you think that they are outdated? I really can't stand it when someone wears grandma glasses."
"Then don't look at me."
"I can't. Every time I look up, you're there."
"You know the same goes for me, right?"
"Yeah," Akira brushed his bangs, "but I'm such a sight to behold."
"Offfff course you are!" I concurred perfunctorily whilst pushing his chair away with my foot, "Now go back to your cell, beautiful. Leave before I start harassing you!"
Under my push, Akira strolled back into his cubicle and muttered "don't forget to take off your glasses" along the way. But I didn't, I kept them on. I wanted to mess with him.
Akira was paranoid for the entire day. He constantly glowered at me from his cubicle only to sink below it immediately afterwards. When he found the glaring tactic incapable of fulfilling its purpose, he resorted to knocking on the board in between us. At first, I ignored it, but after awhile, the incessant knocking became unbearable. It was mid July, the air conditioner was out, a woodpecker knocked on the board, and I was shredded between the mental mutilation that was coming from next door and an impending heat stroke. So I picked up my cactus, and just before I took off to stab the living shit out of Akira, the sound of plastic slapping against my desk rendered me into a fit of shivers, thus stopping the execution of what could've been manslaughter. I looked up and met a pair of mirthful brown eyes, gloating over me and Akira.
"Why are you holding a cactus?" Kouyou asked, glee bubbling in his voice.
I tucked the cactus back into its corner, "I'm not."
"Fourth time this month," the woodpecker spoke up, "I've been keeping a tally. I'll get him a new one that's the size of his desk after the sixth."
The muscles in my shoulders unfurled.
Kouyou motioned us to gather around him. When we did, he gave me and Akira( whose upper body twitched when he saw my glasses) a file. In it, were two copies of the same document.
"Now, listen very carefully to what I'm about to say. Here are everything you'll need to know about Shiroyama Yuu. Memorize these. Stick it on your walls, staple it onto each other's foreheads, I don't care.
Shiroyama can be difficult, so it's important that you follow these as much as possible."
I skimmed through the document, but skimming soon proved to be insufficient. I had to scrutinize into each letter to assure myself that I wasn't inventing the words. I gave Akira a sidelong glance, his eyes were darting all over the page, thus I knew he was suffering just as much as I did.
"Okay. Okay, okay. Okay. Just one question though."
"Yes?"
"What does he have in his bathroom?"
I searched for it, there it was, number four:
"4. Do not go into the bathroom unless authorized. If authorized, take its corresponding key from the key drawer and open the door. After you come out, lock the door and then return the key to the key drawer."
"His inspiration." I concluded.
"Wow, that actually explains a lot about him."
"Right?"
"Alright kids," Kouyou stood up, "memorize these, okay? By the way, when's his next due date?"
"This Thursday."
"Ohhhh," Kouyou's nose wrinkled in distaste, "Thursday is not a very good day for him."
I was intrigued, "why?"
"Well, last time I went in on Tuesday, he was, um, he..." Kouyou paused, pondering over his words.
"What? WHAT? WHAT DID HE DOOOOO? AH DAMN IT KOUYOU!"
"He was naked, you happy? There you have it! Naked, nude, unclothed, bare-assed-"
I conjured an image of a naked Shiroyama parading inside his house. Within the blink of an eye, it erased all the workplace friendly, PG-13, the 'what am I going to eat tonight' thoughts that originally inhibited my brain. On top of everything, the picture started to zoom into all the areas I wished to never see.
Nope. Not ready for it, ever.
But woodpecker just had to interject with a question of his own!
"Oh," he whistled, "how was it like?"
What was more excruciating was that the story teller chose to answer!
"Okay I'm not even going to ask what you meant by 'it'. Let's just say 'it' was not the most spectacular thing ever. 'It' was, um, overgrown."
On the scale of 'geez I saw something that was worth gauging my own eyes out so let's not revisit that memory again', Kouyou fell, no, dived in an Olympic medal-worthy pose into a cold, dark realm beneath. Somewhere I'd like to call, hell. The idea of moving my cubicle elsewhere flashed inside my head. Perhaps away from Akira and Kouyou. Perhaps underneath this building.
Tomorrow, we'll have to be ready for Shiroyama Yuu,
And his dick.
A/N: here is a short update. My computer broke down and silly me forgot to save a copy of the original chapter 2 onto a USB, so I regurgitated everything I remember onto my phone;;;_;;; but anyways, here is chapter 2! :D