Ten Below Blazing // Kis-My-Ft2
Ten Below Blazing
Yokoo/Fujigaya
PG, 724 words, robot AU
A/N: For noella84, if she still wants it, as it ended up being the farthest thing possible from her prompt lmao. :3♥?
The weather report had put today's temperature at ten below freezing, and the way the sharp chill in the air cuts at Yokoo's lungs when he breathes makes it feel even colder. Yet here's a man in a simple t-shirt and torn jeans, leaning casually against the chain link fence at his neighborhood park, for all the world like it's 20 degrees and balmy.
He sneaks surreptitious glances at the man as he gets closer, wondering at the eccentricity of some people, then suddenly he recognizes him. He's seen the man before, waiting at the train station or buying cake at the local bakery, usually with another shorter man. Mostly he recognizes the hair - the long bangs are unmistakable - though now that he thinks about it, the fashionably torn jeans are familiar as well.
"Excuse me," Yokoo ventures to say as he approaches the figure. "Excuse me, but haven't I seen you around?" (What he wants to say, however, is 'Are you crazy? You're going to freeze to death!' or maybe 'Are you waiting for that friend of yours, as usual?')
There's no response. The man doesn't move a bit, doesn't even blink.
Yokoo bristles a little at being so summarily ignored. But he's close enough now to see the man's features clearly - straight nose, sharp cheekbones, and, strangely enough, not the slightest hint of cold in those kissable pink lips. He blinks hard to dispel the thought.
"Excuse me," he tries again.
When there's no response once more, he reaches out to touch the man's forearm to get his attention.
Instead of soft skin, the texture underneath his fingers is cold, hard metal.
Yokoo recoils in astonishment. He snatches his hand back as though it's been burned, and blinks rapidly at the figure before him.
A moment later, tentatively, he reaches out again to touch the man's arm. It's not as hard as he'd first thought it was, with a little bit of elasticity like real skin, but it's cold, so cold. Logically, Yokoo figures it's because of the properties of metal and the way it absorbs heat and cools to match the temperature around it. Still, the coldness sends a shiver through him that has nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with how utterly alien it is for this man - this thing that looks so much like a man - to be so... frozen.
"Hello?"
A voice makes Yokoo turn, and there's the other man, the shorter one, he'd remembered seeing before. He steps back away from the figure leaning against the fence and apologizes quickly for being so presumptuous.
The man smiles. "That's all right. Fujigaya doesn't mind, now do you?" He reaches out and threads his fingers through the hair behind the figure's left ear, in an uncomfortably intimate gesture, and suddenly 'Fujigaya' comes to life.
"No problem," he - it? - says, and the voice is so smooth and lifelike it makes Yokoo draw in a sharp breath of surprise.
"Good isn't he?" the stranger says with pardonable pride. "Top of the line mecha, much better than any of your standard RoboMates. His make isn't out on the markets yet, I've only got him with me because I'm beta testing his AI in society. Shake hands now Fujigaya, we've got to be on our way."
The mecha puts his hand out in a perfectly fluid motion, and Yokoo isn't sure if he finds it strange or not. This Fujigaya looks so perfectly like a human that it only makes sense he would move like one as well, yet Yokoo can't quite divorce the notion from his head of the clunky bots he's familiar with, the ones with flashing lights and plastic bodies that don't look or move anything like a person.
He flinches a little, half unconsciously, when his hand touches Fujigaya’s, anticipating the cold harsh metal again. Then he makes the mistake of looking into Fujigaya’s face. The eyes look so real, with actual depth and sparkle, and the lips that are smiling at him look so inviting that the word “kissable” comes to mind again.
He lets go of Fujigaya's hand quickly, and breathes a sigh of relief as he and the stranger disappear down the street.
It's strange how heated he feels, despite how disconcertingly cold Fujigaya had been.
Yokoo/Fujigaya
PG, 724 words, robot AU
A/N: For noella84, if she still wants it, as it ended up being the farthest thing possible from her prompt lmao. :3♥?
The weather report had put today's temperature at ten below freezing, and the way the sharp chill in the air cuts at Yokoo's lungs when he breathes makes it feel even colder. Yet here's a man in a simple t-shirt and torn jeans, leaning casually against the chain link fence at his neighborhood park, for all the world like it's 20 degrees and balmy.
He sneaks surreptitious glances at the man as he gets closer, wondering at the eccentricity of some people, then suddenly he recognizes him. He's seen the man before, waiting at the train station or buying cake at the local bakery, usually with another shorter man. Mostly he recognizes the hair - the long bangs are unmistakable - though now that he thinks about it, the fashionably torn jeans are familiar as well.
"Excuse me," Yokoo ventures to say as he approaches the figure. "Excuse me, but haven't I seen you around?" (What he wants to say, however, is 'Are you crazy? You're going to freeze to death!' or maybe 'Are you waiting for that friend of yours, as usual?')
There's no response. The man doesn't move a bit, doesn't even blink.
Yokoo bristles a little at being so summarily ignored. But he's close enough now to see the man's features clearly - straight nose, sharp cheekbones, and, strangely enough, not the slightest hint of cold in those kissable pink lips. He blinks hard to dispel the thought.
"Excuse me," he tries again.
When there's no response once more, he reaches out to touch the man's forearm to get his attention.
Instead of soft skin, the texture underneath his fingers is cold, hard metal.
Yokoo recoils in astonishment. He snatches his hand back as though it's been burned, and blinks rapidly at the figure before him.
A moment later, tentatively, he reaches out again to touch the man's arm. It's not as hard as he'd first thought it was, with a little bit of elasticity like real skin, but it's cold, so cold. Logically, Yokoo figures it's because of the properties of metal and the way it absorbs heat and cools to match the temperature around it. Still, the coldness sends a shiver through him that has nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with how utterly alien it is for this man - this thing that looks so much like a man - to be so... frozen.
"Hello?"
A voice makes Yokoo turn, and there's the other man, the shorter one, he'd remembered seeing before. He steps back away from the figure leaning against the fence and apologizes quickly for being so presumptuous.
The man smiles. "That's all right. Fujigaya doesn't mind, now do you?" He reaches out and threads his fingers through the hair behind the figure's left ear, in an uncomfortably intimate gesture, and suddenly 'Fujigaya' comes to life.
"No problem," he - it? - says, and the voice is so smooth and lifelike it makes Yokoo draw in a sharp breath of surprise.
"Good isn't he?" the stranger says with pardonable pride. "Top of the line mecha, much better than any of your standard RoboMates. His make isn't out on the markets yet, I've only got him with me because I'm beta testing his AI in society. Shake hands now Fujigaya, we've got to be on our way."
The mecha puts his hand out in a perfectly fluid motion, and Yokoo isn't sure if he finds it strange or not. This Fujigaya looks so perfectly like a human that it only makes sense he would move like one as well, yet Yokoo can't quite divorce the notion from his head of the clunky bots he's familiar with, the ones with flashing lights and plastic bodies that don't look or move anything like a person.
He flinches a little, half unconsciously, when his hand touches Fujigaya’s, anticipating the cold harsh metal again. Then he makes the mistake of looking into Fujigaya’s face. The eyes look so real, with actual depth and sparkle, and the lips that are smiling at him look so inviting that the word “kissable” comes to mind again.
He lets go of Fujigaya's hand quickly, and breathes a sigh of relief as he and the stranger disappear down the street.
It's strange how heated he feels, despite how disconcertingly cold Fujigaya had been.