KHR - fic: "Uri's Master" PG? 5927.
You must be tired of me already, guys, but I have fic this time. Short fic, not very good fic. It's fic. D:
I don't know how I'm going to manage in college when I've barely eaten all day. I'm working on a Chupa right now, but the remaining eighth of a cheesecake from Kyoto or something, a bottle of green tea, and a Chupa are hardly what one would call feeding oneself decently. I have some ground pork in the fridge. Maybe I'll make gyoza or something if I get the ingredients tomorrow. I should also buy some paper towels.
Anyway. Fic time.
title: "Uri's Master" (working title)
pairing/charas: Uri, 5927, Yamamoto
rating: PG
warnings: fluff. implied chara death. TYL spoilers if you haven't gotten there yet. :/
disclaimers: I don't own KHR. Please don't sue. I hate paperwork. :(
synopsis: Uri's notes about Gokudera. Sort of.
Uri’s master was silver-haired and quick-tempered, mostly, green eyes flashing and tobacco on his breath when he shouted. (Uri’s nose could pick that up, anyway.) Mostly it was at the swallow-man (Uri’s master called him “baseball idiot”) and it never was quite as angry as really angry, which was where the enemies Uri tore apart came in. Uri’s master had a master too, brown spikes and warm eyes and a softly murmured “Gokudera-kun, it’s okay,” when Uri’s master was kneeling on the floor kissing the Sky ring and Uri smelled saltwater.
Uri’s master always cried after he got really angry, although not right after. But when Uri woke up from his post-battle nap Uri’s master would be kneeling on the floor and crying and saying “I’m glad you’re all right, Tenth,” and not saying “I was terrified I would lose you” like he said sometimes when the one he called “Tenth” was asleep in Uri’s master’s bed (the nights when Uri couldn’t sleep there because Uri’s master and Tenth were… well, Uri didn’t care what they were doing, it was just that Uri couldn’t sleep there) after they stopped moving and saying each other’s names and touching and kissing.
Sometimes it would be Tenth awake while Uri’s master slept, and then he would pet Uri’s master on the head a little bit like Uri’s master pet Uri, and he would say “It’s okay, Hayato. I’m here.”
And then one day Uri’s master came into the room and was really angry and crying at the same time. The swallow-man came and knocked on the door (Uri knew because the smell of Rain and the Rain swallow was heavy on the other side of the door and Uri’s master shouted, “Go away, baseball idiot!”) and the swallow-man said, “Gokudera, hiding in there isn’t going to bring him back,” and Uri’s master swore at the swallow-man.
“Gokudera… are you crying?” the swallow-man asked.
“No, I’m not,” Uri’s master snapped, and stifled a hiccup. Uri dropped down from his perch on Uri’s master’s bed and rubbed along Uri’s master’s side, and tried Uri’s best to act like a house cat even though Uri was not a house cat, Uri was a Storm jaguar-kitten when Uri’s master was not really angry and purring and being affectionate was not Uri’s specialty. (Uri was good at shredding upholstery, though.) Uri’s master petted him anyway because Uri’s master did that when he was upset, sometimes, and sometimes Uri let him because sometimes master took priority over Uri’s dignity-unless it was time to shred things, in which case master always took priority over Uri’s dignity, but it was hard to be undignified while shredding things when one was a Storm jaguar so it was okay. “Go away, baseball idiot. I hate you.”
“Then hate me, Gokudera,” the swallow-man answered. “But you have to stop hating yourself more first.” The Rain smell started moving away, although the swallow-man made no noise when he walked. “… I miss him too.”
Uri’s master made a choking noise, and another, and another, and didn’t stop for a while. Uri learned later that this was what humans called sobbing, except Uri’s master was stubborn and kept trying to be quiet when it probably would have been over faster if he’d been loud. Maybe.
Uri’s master started taking long walks without Uri after that. Uri yowled insistently that it wasn’t safe without Uri, but Uri’s master kept leaving him in his room. When he came back, he smelled like flowers and wood and chemicals on the tips of his fingers. Then one day he shut Uri in his box and Uri didn’t see anything (or smell or hear or feel or taste, for the matter) until Uri’s master opened the box again much later… but Uri’s master was also different from Uri’s master. He was shorter and just as quick-tempered and had the same green eyes, but he wasn’t Uri’s real master and so Uri decided to give him as much trouble as he could-except when it really mattered.
Still, Uri’s not-master had the same smile on his face and the same joy in his eyes when he cried, “Tenth! I’m glad you’re safe.” Uri growled and scratched at master’s fingers, but secretly, when Uri’s master was happy Uri was also happy. If being with Tenth made Uri’s master happy, then it was Uri’s job to protect both master and Tenth. Whatever it took, as long as Tenth could say “It’s okay, Hayato. I’m here,” after Uri’s master got really angry and then cried.
Uri curled up on master’s bed and slept, purring. Uri’s master got mad later and made Uri move, but it was okay. Master’s stomach was a good place to sleep. Uri purred anyway and only moved when Tenth said “shh, Uri, don’t wake Gokudera-kun up, but could you move?” so Tenth could slip under the covers next to Uri’s master and Uri could feel the warmth of the Sky.
al fine.
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I am such a sap. I'm sorry. D: Also, this was a writing exercise more than a fic, but if you would care to read it and then leave some concrit or whatever you feel like I'd be grateful. For some reason I am completely uninspired nowadays and this is disturbing. D:
I don't know how I'm going to manage in college when I've barely eaten all day. I'm working on a Chupa right now, but the remaining eighth of a cheesecake from Kyoto or something, a bottle of green tea, and a Chupa are hardly what one would call feeding oneself decently. I have some ground pork in the fridge. Maybe I'll make gyoza or something if I get the ingredients tomorrow. I should also buy some paper towels.
Anyway. Fic time.
title: "Uri's Master" (working title)
pairing/charas: Uri, 5927, Yamamoto
rating: PG
warnings: fluff. implied chara death. TYL spoilers if you haven't gotten there yet. :/
disclaimers: I don't own KHR. Please don't sue. I hate paperwork. :(
synopsis: Uri's notes about Gokudera. Sort of.
Uri’s master was silver-haired and quick-tempered, mostly, green eyes flashing and tobacco on his breath when he shouted. (Uri’s nose could pick that up, anyway.) Mostly it was at the swallow-man (Uri’s master called him “baseball idiot”) and it never was quite as angry as really angry, which was where the enemies Uri tore apart came in. Uri’s master had a master too, brown spikes and warm eyes and a softly murmured “Gokudera-kun, it’s okay,” when Uri’s master was kneeling on the floor kissing the Sky ring and Uri smelled saltwater.
Uri’s master always cried after he got really angry, although not right after. But when Uri woke up from his post-battle nap Uri’s master would be kneeling on the floor and crying and saying “I’m glad you’re all right, Tenth,” and not saying “I was terrified I would lose you” like he said sometimes when the one he called “Tenth” was asleep in Uri’s master’s bed (the nights when Uri couldn’t sleep there because Uri’s master and Tenth were… well, Uri didn’t care what they were doing, it was just that Uri couldn’t sleep there) after they stopped moving and saying each other’s names and touching and kissing.
Sometimes it would be Tenth awake while Uri’s master slept, and then he would pet Uri’s master on the head a little bit like Uri’s master pet Uri, and he would say “It’s okay, Hayato. I’m here.”
And then one day Uri’s master came into the room and was really angry and crying at the same time. The swallow-man came and knocked on the door (Uri knew because the smell of Rain and the Rain swallow was heavy on the other side of the door and Uri’s master shouted, “Go away, baseball idiot!”) and the swallow-man said, “Gokudera, hiding in there isn’t going to bring him back,” and Uri’s master swore at the swallow-man.
“Gokudera… are you crying?” the swallow-man asked.
“No, I’m not,” Uri’s master snapped, and stifled a hiccup. Uri dropped down from his perch on Uri’s master’s bed and rubbed along Uri’s master’s side, and tried Uri’s best to act like a house cat even though Uri was not a house cat, Uri was a Storm jaguar-kitten when Uri’s master was not really angry and purring and being affectionate was not Uri’s specialty. (Uri was good at shredding upholstery, though.) Uri’s master petted him anyway because Uri’s master did that when he was upset, sometimes, and sometimes Uri let him because sometimes master took priority over Uri’s dignity-unless it was time to shred things, in which case master always took priority over Uri’s dignity, but it was hard to be undignified while shredding things when one was a Storm jaguar so it was okay. “Go away, baseball idiot. I hate you.”
“Then hate me, Gokudera,” the swallow-man answered. “But you have to stop hating yourself more first.” The Rain smell started moving away, although the swallow-man made no noise when he walked. “… I miss him too.”
Uri’s master made a choking noise, and another, and another, and didn’t stop for a while. Uri learned later that this was what humans called sobbing, except Uri’s master was stubborn and kept trying to be quiet when it probably would have been over faster if he’d been loud. Maybe.
Uri’s master started taking long walks without Uri after that. Uri yowled insistently that it wasn’t safe without Uri, but Uri’s master kept leaving him in his room. When he came back, he smelled like flowers and wood and chemicals on the tips of his fingers. Then one day he shut Uri in his box and Uri didn’t see anything (or smell or hear or feel or taste, for the matter) until Uri’s master opened the box again much later… but Uri’s master was also different from Uri’s master. He was shorter and just as quick-tempered and had the same green eyes, but he wasn’t Uri’s real master and so Uri decided to give him as much trouble as he could-except when it really mattered.
Still, Uri’s not-master had the same smile on his face and the same joy in his eyes when he cried, “Tenth! I’m glad you’re safe.” Uri growled and scratched at master’s fingers, but secretly, when Uri’s master was happy Uri was also happy. If being with Tenth made Uri’s master happy, then it was Uri’s job to protect both master and Tenth. Whatever it took, as long as Tenth could say “It’s okay, Hayato. I’m here,” after Uri’s master got really angry and then cried.
Uri curled up on master’s bed and slept, purring. Uri’s master got mad later and made Uri move, but it was okay. Master’s stomach was a good place to sleep. Uri purred anyway and only moved when Tenth said “shh, Uri, don’t wake Gokudera-kun up, but could you move?” so Tenth could slip under the covers next to Uri’s master and Uri could feel the warmth of the Sky.
al fine.
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I am such a sap. I'm sorry. D: Also, this was a writing exercise more than a fic, but if you would care to read it and then leave some concrit or whatever you feel like I'd be grateful. For some reason I am completely uninspired nowadays and this is disturbing. D: