fic: Verified By Hayato
Title: Verified By Hayato
Author: prologuesized
Pairing: HayaRyu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Summary: Hayato gets banned from Ryu's house on his first visit.
Author Note: School continues tomorrow. You know what that means? My days are so long that most likely I'll turn quiet fic-wise, as depressing as it is even for me :<
For the sake of my last day of freedom, take some HayaRyu. Because I really had no idea what to write and they started writing themselves. And I share everything as always.
Wordcount: 1,600
Verified By Hayato
Ryu’s a fucking noble prick. That’s something Hayato solemnly swears on every time he sees his classmate massaging expensively branded lotion for “hydration and nourishment” in his small hands, comes to school with the coolest real leather suitcases, smells like Chanel’s cologne or does anything he doesn’t really do himself. He wonders why they’re friends because he’d rather spend his time beating rich boys into wet pulps on the asphalt, but that might have something to do with Ryu occasionally paying his serving of ramen or coke. Yeah, maybe that’s why.
When he visits the boy’s room for the first time, he’s astonished about how empty and plain it actually looks. He cocks a disinterested eyebrow and walks over to the boy’s shelf, starting to pull drawers open. Ryu tries to yank him back from his shoulder with a cold scoff, but he shakes him off, takes a cologne bottle and sprays some on his friend.
“This is so stupid,” he mocks and sprays some on himself, rubbing it in with his palms and then smelling them. “Really! Who’d want to hide their personal odour? That’s so shallow. You’re a shallow dick, Ryu.”
Ryu rolls his eyes and leaves him alone as he goes to open the window. Hayato sprays the cologne over the room and coughs as it stings his eyes, yet the liquid in the fashionably shaped bottle doesn’t even seem to decrease. Ridiculous stuff.
He jumps on the boy’s neatly made bed and Ryu crosses his arms as he looks at him sharply, eyes threatening like a fatal blizzard in Hokkaido or Antarctic or wherever there was cold.
“My mother is downstairs. If you want to keep visiting, I suggest you stop acting like a mentally challenged beggar from the streets.”
“Bore,” Hayato mocks and jumps down with a loud thump! that shakes the floor. “Seriously, you’re no fun. Stiff and arrogant, come on. Loosen up sometime.”
“You’re the one who insisted on coming over,” Ryu answers, his eyebrows rising, seemingly unimpressed. “We come from different lives. When you’re here, you need to behave or you won’t be coming here anymore.”
“Sure sure,” Hayato shakes him off, already going through the boy’s closet. “These clothes are ridiculous. What are these fabrics, seriously?”
“Fabrics,” Ryu answers as he sits down on his bed, eyes keeping track on Hayato and arms still coldly crossed.
“Wow, you have scarves!” Hayato mocks, pulling out a thick woollen one. Ryu shrugs, starting to seem really bored and sick of Hayato. “Since you don’t wear it, I’ll keep it.” And brag about it as if it would’ve always been his.
“Whatever,” Ryu answers with a sigh and falls on his back on the bed. “Tell me when you’re ready and we can leave.”
Hayato jumps on the bed with Ryu, starting to wrap the scarf around not only his own neck but Ryu’s as well. The younger boy tries to slap his hand away but fails as he pins him down with his knees, a smug smirk on his face.
“Weakling,” he mocks. “You would’ve been beaten to a pulp without me, jackass.”
“Like I’d care,” Ryu answers, his gaze still freezing. “Are you quite ready yet?”
“You even speak like a noble prick,” Hayato continues, tightening the scarf. “Oh, how superior you are!”
Ryu doesn’t bother answering but lies down limply as if the struggle of breaking loose or challenging Hayato wouldn’t have been even worth his time. Hayato decides he really, really hates him and his cold limbs and hands, his stupid short eyelashes and skinny ass. Ryu’s like a fucking girl. Except he’s not, so he isn’t even really exciting or anything.
Hayato looks at Ryu’s plump and oddly curved lips. Nah, maybe a bit exciting, but not worth the trouble or girlish behaviour.
“I can toughen you up,” he offers, a smug smirk on his face. Ryu looks at his face disinterestedly and sighs. Hayato purses his lips. “Did you just mock me?”
“If you want to take it that way.”
Hayato grabs a crushing hold of Ryu’s crotch and finally the boy jolts and tenses up as a reaction, eyes flashing before he manages to return to his apathetic state. Hayato smirks like a winner and crushes harder, tilting his head.
“You have no balls, Ryu.”
“Maybe you just dismiss them because you aren’t really sure how balls feel like?” Ryu offers, words clawing at Hayato’s knowingly short temper. “Worried about yours and trying to feel me up to compare?”
Hayato presses his lips together with a flushed face and crushes harder. Ryu’s face doesn’t flinch. His muscles maybe tense a little and his entire body is threateningly still, but he refuses to react.
Maybe the prick has some sort of balls.
“You do know what kind of image it gives of you if you keep grabbing my crotch like that?” Ryu finally says with a slightly strained yet calm voice, eyes never leaving his, his stare strong and set. Hayato scoffs and lets go, refusing to look away himself.
“Thinking about things like that, you do know what kind of image it gives of you? Sorry, no gay men in Yabuki’s crew,” he mocks, flicking Ryu’s chin with his fingers. “Actually, I think you should prove that you aren’t gay on top of everything. But oh well, maybe you aren’t, even with all the pretty stuff you have. You’re too much of an elite to be gay.”
“I don’t have to prove you anything,” Ryu pushes him off, removes the scarf from around their necks and stands up from the bed, fixing his hair. “You’re the one who came to me.”
“Hey, I’m the leader,” Hayato threatens him as he stands up again, refusing to believe Ryu’s rebellious attitude. “If you don’t want bruises on that pretty skin of yours, you better treat me like one.”
“Maybe I’ll be my own leader then?” Ryu answers with a mocking snort, eyes narrowing slightly as he meets Hayato’s pissed glare. “If you think I care about bruises, look again.”
Now that Ryu mentions it, he’s a bit bruised up in the tough-guy kind of way that makes Hayato actually consider whether he should take his rival seriously even with the disgustingly strong scent of cologne.
“That just proves you’re a masochist and like to be beaten up,” he singsongs, taking a firm hold of Ryu’s arms and walking the boy backwards, except he doesn’t even manage to steps before Ryu absolutely refuses to move, no matter how he tries to push and shove. “A goddamn masochist kitten..!”
“And you’re a wet dog,” Ryu answers, fingers burying in Hayato’s hair. Hayato quickly takes several steps backwards, crying out loudly with his hands protectively in front of him.
“What was that, WHAT WAS THAT?” he demands to know. Ryu sighs and tilts his head slightly, almost as if he wouldn’t have been able to come up with a more draining and annoying situation than one-on-one with Hayato. “Are you fucking gay?!”
“No, that was you overreacting,” Ryu corrects. “Can we just go? Before my mum decides to make tea or something to get to know you.”
“I hate tea,” Hayato scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Oh, you’ve got a balcony, rich boy.”
He prances outside and leans over the bars of the fence to look down, an excited smirk on his face. Maybe it’s kind of cool having one rich kid around. Kind of.
“Get in, you idiot,” Ryu orders, keeping the door open, muscles strained in annoyance and a vein nearly popping on his temple. “I’m serious. Can you stay still for a while? What are you even up to?”
“So you’re like going to inherit your dad’s money, huh?” Hayato asks loudly, mock dripping from his voice like venom. “Good future and all. Clean kid.”
“None of your business,” Ryu answers, voice strained and icy. “Who knows if he’ll cut me off if I decide to go my own way.”
“Then you’ll marry a rich girl and get rich babies and you’ll be a rich family living in some expensive villa somewhere nice,” Hayato goes on loudly, tapping his fingers on the face irritably. “You rich fuckers, uncaring of others.”
“None of your fucking business,” Ryu answers, staying where he is, leaning against the doorframe.
“Wanna get rid of it?” Hayato asks devilishly as he turns around, eyes gleaming in anticipation. Ryu purses his lips and tilts his head in question. Hayato’s smirk widens as he pulls him on the balcony and draws him into a deep and heated kiss.
“RYU!?”
The kiss breaks and Ryu’s eyes frantically search for the source of the sound. They meet with his furious father on the yard, suitcase and house keys in hand, eyes wide in disgust and rage as he faces the two classmates on the balcony. Hayato wraps his arms around Ryu’s lower back and pull him close, waving at Ryu’s father with a joyous and self-indulgent look on his face.
Ryu’s father barges inside the house and Ryu’s breaks free of his hold, tense and shaken up while he waits for the hurricane to reach his room. Hayato pecks his lips once more and heaves himself off the balcony and to the ground. Ryu leans over the fence to see Hayato making that stupid peace sign of his with his fingers and bending his fingers twice, the smirk still wide and content on his face.
“Just making sure we start on the same page!” he hollers at him meanly, waving his hand once. “Good luck!”
Then Hayato’s sprinting fast over the yard and Ryu’s door is hit by a hurricane.
He makes a mental note to never think anything is over Hayato after that.
Author: prologuesized
Pairing: HayaRyu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Summary: Hayato gets banned from Ryu's house on his first visit.
Author Note: School continues tomorrow. You know what that means? My days are so long that most likely I'll turn quiet fic-wise, as depressing as it is even for me :<
For the sake of my last day of freedom, take some HayaRyu. Because I really had no idea what to write and they started writing themselves. And I share everything as always.
Wordcount: 1,600
Verified By Hayato
Ryu’s a fucking noble prick. That’s something Hayato solemnly swears on every time he sees his classmate massaging expensively branded lotion for “hydration and nourishment” in his small hands, comes to school with the coolest real leather suitcases, smells like Chanel’s cologne or does anything he doesn’t really do himself. He wonders why they’re friends because he’d rather spend his time beating rich boys into wet pulps on the asphalt, but that might have something to do with Ryu occasionally paying his serving of ramen or coke. Yeah, maybe that’s why.
When he visits the boy’s room for the first time, he’s astonished about how empty and plain it actually looks. He cocks a disinterested eyebrow and walks over to the boy’s shelf, starting to pull drawers open. Ryu tries to yank him back from his shoulder with a cold scoff, but he shakes him off, takes a cologne bottle and sprays some on his friend.
“This is so stupid,” he mocks and sprays some on himself, rubbing it in with his palms and then smelling them. “Really! Who’d want to hide their personal odour? That’s so shallow. You’re a shallow dick, Ryu.”
Ryu rolls his eyes and leaves him alone as he goes to open the window. Hayato sprays the cologne over the room and coughs as it stings his eyes, yet the liquid in the fashionably shaped bottle doesn’t even seem to decrease. Ridiculous stuff.
He jumps on the boy’s neatly made bed and Ryu crosses his arms as he looks at him sharply, eyes threatening like a fatal blizzard in Hokkaido or Antarctic or wherever there was cold.
“My mother is downstairs. If you want to keep visiting, I suggest you stop acting like a mentally challenged beggar from the streets.”
“Bore,” Hayato mocks and jumps down with a loud thump! that shakes the floor. “Seriously, you’re no fun. Stiff and arrogant, come on. Loosen up sometime.”
“You’re the one who insisted on coming over,” Ryu answers, his eyebrows rising, seemingly unimpressed. “We come from different lives. When you’re here, you need to behave or you won’t be coming here anymore.”
“Sure sure,” Hayato shakes him off, already going through the boy’s closet. “These clothes are ridiculous. What are these fabrics, seriously?”
“Fabrics,” Ryu answers as he sits down on his bed, eyes keeping track on Hayato and arms still coldly crossed.
“Wow, you have scarves!” Hayato mocks, pulling out a thick woollen one. Ryu shrugs, starting to seem really bored and sick of Hayato. “Since you don’t wear it, I’ll keep it.” And brag about it as if it would’ve always been his.
“Whatever,” Ryu answers with a sigh and falls on his back on the bed. “Tell me when you’re ready and we can leave.”
Hayato jumps on the bed with Ryu, starting to wrap the scarf around not only his own neck but Ryu’s as well. The younger boy tries to slap his hand away but fails as he pins him down with his knees, a smug smirk on his face.
“Weakling,” he mocks. “You would’ve been beaten to a pulp without me, jackass.”
“Like I’d care,” Ryu answers, his gaze still freezing. “Are you quite ready yet?”
“You even speak like a noble prick,” Hayato continues, tightening the scarf. “Oh, how superior you are!”
Ryu doesn’t bother answering but lies down limply as if the struggle of breaking loose or challenging Hayato wouldn’t have been even worth his time. Hayato decides he really, really hates him and his cold limbs and hands, his stupid short eyelashes and skinny ass. Ryu’s like a fucking girl. Except he’s not, so he isn’t even really exciting or anything.
Hayato looks at Ryu’s plump and oddly curved lips. Nah, maybe a bit exciting, but not worth the trouble or girlish behaviour.
“I can toughen you up,” he offers, a smug smirk on his face. Ryu looks at his face disinterestedly and sighs. Hayato purses his lips. “Did you just mock me?”
“If you want to take it that way.”
Hayato grabs a crushing hold of Ryu’s crotch and finally the boy jolts and tenses up as a reaction, eyes flashing before he manages to return to his apathetic state. Hayato smirks like a winner and crushes harder, tilting his head.
“You have no balls, Ryu.”
“Maybe you just dismiss them because you aren’t really sure how balls feel like?” Ryu offers, words clawing at Hayato’s knowingly short temper. “Worried about yours and trying to feel me up to compare?”
Hayato presses his lips together with a flushed face and crushes harder. Ryu’s face doesn’t flinch. His muscles maybe tense a little and his entire body is threateningly still, but he refuses to react.
Maybe the prick has some sort of balls.
“You do know what kind of image it gives of you if you keep grabbing my crotch like that?” Ryu finally says with a slightly strained yet calm voice, eyes never leaving his, his stare strong and set. Hayato scoffs and lets go, refusing to look away himself.
“Thinking about things like that, you do know what kind of image it gives of you? Sorry, no gay men in Yabuki’s crew,” he mocks, flicking Ryu’s chin with his fingers. “Actually, I think you should prove that you aren’t gay on top of everything. But oh well, maybe you aren’t, even with all the pretty stuff you have. You’re too much of an elite to be gay.”
“I don’t have to prove you anything,” Ryu pushes him off, removes the scarf from around their necks and stands up from the bed, fixing his hair. “You’re the one who came to me.”
“Hey, I’m the leader,” Hayato threatens him as he stands up again, refusing to believe Ryu’s rebellious attitude. “If you don’t want bruises on that pretty skin of yours, you better treat me like one.”
“Maybe I’ll be my own leader then?” Ryu answers with a mocking snort, eyes narrowing slightly as he meets Hayato’s pissed glare. “If you think I care about bruises, look again.”
Now that Ryu mentions it, he’s a bit bruised up in the tough-guy kind of way that makes Hayato actually consider whether he should take his rival seriously even with the disgustingly strong scent of cologne.
“That just proves you’re a masochist and like to be beaten up,” he singsongs, taking a firm hold of Ryu’s arms and walking the boy backwards, except he doesn’t even manage to steps before Ryu absolutely refuses to move, no matter how he tries to push and shove. “A goddamn masochist kitten..!”
“And you’re a wet dog,” Ryu answers, fingers burying in Hayato’s hair. Hayato quickly takes several steps backwards, crying out loudly with his hands protectively in front of him.
“What was that, WHAT WAS THAT?” he demands to know. Ryu sighs and tilts his head slightly, almost as if he wouldn’t have been able to come up with a more draining and annoying situation than one-on-one with Hayato. “Are you fucking gay?!”
“No, that was you overreacting,” Ryu corrects. “Can we just go? Before my mum decides to make tea or something to get to know you.”
“I hate tea,” Hayato scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Oh, you’ve got a balcony, rich boy.”
He prances outside and leans over the bars of the fence to look down, an excited smirk on his face. Maybe it’s kind of cool having one rich kid around. Kind of.
“Get in, you idiot,” Ryu orders, keeping the door open, muscles strained in annoyance and a vein nearly popping on his temple. “I’m serious. Can you stay still for a while? What are you even up to?”
“So you’re like going to inherit your dad’s money, huh?” Hayato asks loudly, mock dripping from his voice like venom. “Good future and all. Clean kid.”
“None of your business,” Ryu answers, voice strained and icy. “Who knows if he’ll cut me off if I decide to go my own way.”
“Then you’ll marry a rich girl and get rich babies and you’ll be a rich family living in some expensive villa somewhere nice,” Hayato goes on loudly, tapping his fingers on the face irritably. “You rich fuckers, uncaring of others.”
“None of your fucking business,” Ryu answers, staying where he is, leaning against the doorframe.
“Wanna get rid of it?” Hayato asks devilishly as he turns around, eyes gleaming in anticipation. Ryu purses his lips and tilts his head in question. Hayato’s smirk widens as he pulls him on the balcony and draws him into a deep and heated kiss.
“RYU!?”
The kiss breaks and Ryu’s eyes frantically search for the source of the sound. They meet with his furious father on the yard, suitcase and house keys in hand, eyes wide in disgust and rage as he faces the two classmates on the balcony. Hayato wraps his arms around Ryu’s lower back and pull him close, waving at Ryu’s father with a joyous and self-indulgent look on his face.
Ryu’s father barges inside the house and Ryu’s breaks free of his hold, tense and shaken up while he waits for the hurricane to reach his room. Hayato pecks his lips once more and heaves himself off the balcony and to the ground. Ryu leans over the fence to see Hayato making that stupid peace sign of his with his fingers and bending his fingers twice, the smirk still wide and content on his face.
“Just making sure we start on the same page!” he hollers at him meanly, waving his hand once. “Good luck!”
Then Hayato’s sprinting fast over the yard and Ryu’s door is hit by a hurricane.
He makes a mental note to never think anything is over Hayato after that.