[fic] No Good
Author ofolivesnginger
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Kris/Luhan/Lay
Rating: PG
Words: 1218
Summary: Luhan is a crow and Yixing is a cookie. Kris is a bacterium.
1
Luhan was five years into being a black crow. Zhang Yixing was reborn into his second life as a cookie.
He came out a batch of 11. There were only supposed to be 10, but there was extra dough and extra space in the margins so the 11th guy came out a little rushed and a little rugged looking, but otherwise he functioned fine, but Yixing was still glad he wasn't that one. He sat on a counter, waiting the way cookies do for some definite direction after they have been made. Luhan flew in through the open window, wings sleek coal black against the sun. He landed daintily on his feet. The underside of his nails are dirty.
"Zhang Yixing," Luhan said, stomping his branches of feet for a moment on the cold counter.
"Luhan." Yixing nodded.
Luhan squatted down like a mother hen, right beside his friend. He pecked at the soft dough, just enough to leave a dent where his beak was. It was unintentional, but he'd done it and now it was too bad and Yixing was damaged.
"Long time no see," he said, flapping his wings, trying to console the wound. He missed his hands.
"Yeah."
---
They were outside, in the park, on the park bench of dark pine wood. The sun was high and there were children about. Yixing was a day old but he felt like an old man again, just sitting there, stationary while the world spun on. Even Luhan was in motion, nudging at an itch or two under his wings, fluttering his tail. Luhan regarded the trees with utter disinterest, his eyes glassy. Yixing wondered what everything looked like from a crow's eyes, besides big. Whether he knew of colors and stuff and if 3D space felt different.
"Do you ever want things," Luhan said, and it was sort of a statement.
"Not really," Yixing said.
"I used to want things," Luhan said.
"Me, too," Yixing said.
Luhan looked at Yixing. Maybe he was always looking at Yixing, with one eye on the other side of his noggin all the time, but with one eye on this side too, like a goldfish. When he turned to Yixing with his long beak maybe he was trying to stop looking at him. Maybe he was hungry or some kid blew a whistle or the Ferris wheel music started or some kin of his shouted a bad word above. Yixing wanted to look at Luhan back but he didn't know how, he couldn't really look, just see. "See you tomorrow."
"Ok."
---
They were on the rooftop and it was dirty, coated in grime. Luhan wasn't so unnecessarily modest anymore because he took a shit and there were rocks clattering on the red tiles like marbles, and the splatter was like a sunny side up. There was a poetic irony in that Yixing couldn't appreciate. He landed and Yixing moved back from the edge. A crumb or two fell over the precipice. Luhan landed after a sweep.
He looked beyond the brick walls, beyond the phone poles and the lanterns. Winter was brittle, and Luhan's bony feet skittered on the thin ice like mice scuttering across an old plywood ceiling of a cheap motel. Yixing was three days old and the solidified chocolate chips felt like rocks lodged into his hardened body. Winter was hard. Beside him Luhan was picking in the cracks in the cement the way prehistoric men did with their little stone splinters. A wind blew by and Luhan shuttered. He turned his back to it.
"You look sad," Yixing remarked.
"I'm a bird now."
"Well done."
Luhan didn't speak. When he did he was sad. "You should have been here. I should have been the cookie," he said. "These were not your shortcomings."
Yixing smiled.
Winter was hard and cold. Luhan was a bird and he didn't fly off. Luhan was starving, and he was fidgeting on his feet with his wings tucked in, and Yixing could picture him in an orange scarf with mittenless hands like a human, shoved into coat pockets. He didn't look like a beggar still, always held himself above it. "Here," Yixing said, then he leaned over like he was extending himself. There was a sign of understanding in Luhan's big black beads of eyes.
"Nice chatting."
"Yes."
They sat another fifteen minutes, which felt very long. Pretend courtesy. Luhan ate him in the end, started when Yixing didn't notice, maybe he just lost attention from waiting too long. Luhan took out the rocks and plucked what he could salvage, but he felt it was too much waste if he threw anything away. His core was still soft, a little bit. "What a gift." Yixing didn't say anything else. He just gave himself. It was impressive how he did it.
2
Luhan caught wind that there was a new E. Coli called Wu Yifan.
He found him in the sewage. It was a tough job and it took long. Wu Yifan was probably dirty and Luhan didn't want to touch him, but he followed the tumbling of the sewage through the pipes, and Wu Yifan became attached to a wall, at an inconvenient angle, but at least Luhan could rest his feet and talk with him.
"It's too dark in here, can you carry us out?" He said.
Luhan had his head craned over. "You're no good for me. But you're such a pity I can't complain."
Luhan took him out of the sewers. Kris wanted to fly, so Luhan took him on a tour on the crown on his head. He was headed to the coin laundry where there was a place on the roof he liked staying at. He landed on a street lamp briefly, showing Kris around.
"I'm a great dragon now," Kris said, chuckling. He sounded dry, but Luhan didn't know what else bacteria could sound like.
"You even have the tail."
Kris was a little bit harder to handle, and he'd chortled heartily and abashedly, apologizing for this or that, saying he'd be careful. Luhan had never yet tried cackling the way crows did, but after seeing Kris he wanted to try. He felt bad for Kris the way crows felt bad for the halves of an earthworm lifted from the sole of a child's shoe, especially the half that got eaten by him in the end.
Luhan had a nest, or something like that, a place to rest. That night he took Kris to his camp, but when they got there Kris wasn't sure what to do, clinging onto Luhan's forehead, wondering if he should get off. Luhan felt the same dilemma, and he did not mind shouldering his friend. Kris was very light. He was a little frightened he might get lost. Luhan wanted to scratch his head in nervousness but he thought better. They were trapped in this standstill of communication. It was more than awkward. Kris ended up staying.
At the turn of the day, when they were nestled in watching the stars, Luhan asked him if he wanted to visit someone with him tomorrow.
The next day at noon, when the garden sprayers were rotating, Luhan flew into an open window.
He died about ten days later from an infection.
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Kris/Luhan/Lay
Rating: PG
Words: 1218
Summary: Luhan is a crow and Yixing is a cookie. Kris is a bacterium.
1
Luhan was five years into being a black crow. Zhang Yixing was reborn into his second life as a cookie.
He came out a batch of 11. There were only supposed to be 10, but there was extra dough and extra space in the margins so the 11th guy came out a little rushed and a little rugged looking, but otherwise he functioned fine, but Yixing was still glad he wasn't that one. He sat on a counter, waiting the way cookies do for some definite direction after they have been made. Luhan flew in through the open window, wings sleek coal black against the sun. He landed daintily on his feet. The underside of his nails are dirty.
"Zhang Yixing," Luhan said, stomping his branches of feet for a moment on the cold counter.
"Luhan." Yixing nodded.
Luhan squatted down like a mother hen, right beside his friend. He pecked at the soft dough, just enough to leave a dent where his beak was. It was unintentional, but he'd done it and now it was too bad and Yixing was damaged.
"Long time no see," he said, flapping his wings, trying to console the wound. He missed his hands.
"Yeah."
---
They were outside, in the park, on the park bench of dark pine wood. The sun was high and there were children about. Yixing was a day old but he felt like an old man again, just sitting there, stationary while the world spun on. Even Luhan was in motion, nudging at an itch or two under his wings, fluttering his tail. Luhan regarded the trees with utter disinterest, his eyes glassy. Yixing wondered what everything looked like from a crow's eyes, besides big. Whether he knew of colors and stuff and if 3D space felt different.
"Do you ever want things," Luhan said, and it was sort of a statement.
"Not really," Yixing said.
"I used to want things," Luhan said.
"Me, too," Yixing said.
Luhan looked at Yixing. Maybe he was always looking at Yixing, with one eye on the other side of his noggin all the time, but with one eye on this side too, like a goldfish. When he turned to Yixing with his long beak maybe he was trying to stop looking at him. Maybe he was hungry or some kid blew a whistle or the Ferris wheel music started or some kin of his shouted a bad word above. Yixing wanted to look at Luhan back but he didn't know how, he couldn't really look, just see. "See you tomorrow."
"Ok."
---
They were on the rooftop and it was dirty, coated in grime. Luhan wasn't so unnecessarily modest anymore because he took a shit and there were rocks clattering on the red tiles like marbles, and the splatter was like a sunny side up. There was a poetic irony in that Yixing couldn't appreciate. He landed and Yixing moved back from the edge. A crumb or two fell over the precipice. Luhan landed after a sweep.
He looked beyond the brick walls, beyond the phone poles and the lanterns. Winter was brittle, and Luhan's bony feet skittered on the thin ice like mice scuttering across an old plywood ceiling of a cheap motel. Yixing was three days old and the solidified chocolate chips felt like rocks lodged into his hardened body. Winter was hard. Beside him Luhan was picking in the cracks in the cement the way prehistoric men did with their little stone splinters. A wind blew by and Luhan shuttered. He turned his back to it.
"You look sad," Yixing remarked.
"I'm a bird now."
"Well done."
Luhan didn't speak. When he did he was sad. "You should have been here. I should have been the cookie," he said. "These were not your shortcomings."
Yixing smiled.
Winter was hard and cold. Luhan was a bird and he didn't fly off. Luhan was starving, and he was fidgeting on his feet with his wings tucked in, and Yixing could picture him in an orange scarf with mittenless hands like a human, shoved into coat pockets. He didn't look like a beggar still, always held himself above it. "Here," Yixing said, then he leaned over like he was extending himself. There was a sign of understanding in Luhan's big black beads of eyes.
"Nice chatting."
"Yes."
They sat another fifteen minutes, which felt very long. Pretend courtesy. Luhan ate him in the end, started when Yixing didn't notice, maybe he just lost attention from waiting too long. Luhan took out the rocks and plucked what he could salvage, but he felt it was too much waste if he threw anything away. His core was still soft, a little bit. "What a gift." Yixing didn't say anything else. He just gave himself. It was impressive how he did it.
2
Luhan caught wind that there was a new E. Coli called Wu Yifan.
He found him in the sewage. It was a tough job and it took long. Wu Yifan was probably dirty and Luhan didn't want to touch him, but he followed the tumbling of the sewage through the pipes, and Wu Yifan became attached to a wall, at an inconvenient angle, but at least Luhan could rest his feet and talk with him.
"It's too dark in here, can you carry us out?" He said.
Luhan had his head craned over. "You're no good for me. But you're such a pity I can't complain."
Luhan took him out of the sewers. Kris wanted to fly, so Luhan took him on a tour on the crown on his head. He was headed to the coin laundry where there was a place on the roof he liked staying at. He landed on a street lamp briefly, showing Kris around.
"I'm a great dragon now," Kris said, chuckling. He sounded dry, but Luhan didn't know what else bacteria could sound like.
"You even have the tail."
Kris was a little bit harder to handle, and he'd chortled heartily and abashedly, apologizing for this or that, saying he'd be careful. Luhan had never yet tried cackling the way crows did, but after seeing Kris he wanted to try. He felt bad for Kris the way crows felt bad for the halves of an earthworm lifted from the sole of a child's shoe, especially the half that got eaten by him in the end.
Luhan had a nest, or something like that, a place to rest. That night he took Kris to his camp, but when they got there Kris wasn't sure what to do, clinging onto Luhan's forehead, wondering if he should get off. Luhan felt the same dilemma, and he did not mind shouldering his friend. Kris was very light. He was a little frightened he might get lost. Luhan wanted to scratch his head in nervousness but he thought better. They were trapped in this standstill of communication. It was more than awkward. Kris ended up staying.
At the turn of the day, when they were nestled in watching the stars, Luhan asked him if he wanted to visit someone with him tomorrow.
The next day at noon, when the garden sprayers were rotating, Luhan flew into an open window.
He died about ten days later from an infection.