Fanfic Post: 4 of 30 Kisses: Surround My Senses [Gokusen]
Title: Surround My Senses
Author/Artist: seoinage
Pairing: Sawada Shin x Yamaguchi Kumiko
Fandom: Gokusen
Theme: #27 - Overflow : 零れる
Disclaimer: Gokusen © Morimoto Kozueko and various companies with rights to it.
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Shin tossed back the covers and propelled himself out of bed, the beep-beep-beep of the abruptly disconnected call eerily sounding in the morning air. Grabbing the t-shirt hanging nearby, he hastily pulled it over his head with one hand and awkwardly put on his pants with the other. Stuffing his keys and phone into a back pocket, the red head rushed out of the room. With no one up to get in his way, he raced down the stairs in a flurry, jumping the last few to land at the bottom, using the momentum to propel himself further ahead. Not a thought about the racket he was causing registered. Only one thing did. Everything else faded.
Shoes.
Door.
Cold concrete of the sidewalk.
The gate of Kamiyama Shrine that loomed as he neared and shrank behind him as he passed.
Shin ran on, trusting in his own two feet and intuition to lead him right. A name resounded in his head.
Kuma…
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“Hey, are you going to finish that?”
The shadow cast by the questioner fell upon the sleepy-eyed youth sitting on the floor with one knee up. Gaze slowly rising to see who had addressed him, the boy stayed silent, his barely touched melon bread next to him. Up on the roof as they were, the breeze felt cool and refreshing in the early April weather. The fragrant smell of food wafted up from the open classroom windows, the excited chatter of those on break a muffled hum in the background. Down below, students on duty served lunch to their fellow classmates.
“You’re Shin-chan, right?” The face of the other boy leveled with his own as the other crouched down. Resting his elbows on his bent knees, an openly curious feeling emanated from the pudgy figure. Not waiting for an answer to his first two questions, the youth grinned goofily with his face between his hands as he asked, “How come you’re up here, Shin-chan? I thought we weren’t supposed to be. Won’t the teachers get angry?” He then breezily dismissed those passing concerns with a shrug and continued, with total enthusiasm, “And anyways, they’re serving curry today. Curry!”
Feeling a bit of consternation - his solitude had been intruded upon after all - Shin only stared at the boy crouched in front of him. He tried to place him, he had seen him before he thought.Oh, that’s right. He’s a classmate. Kuma-something. Kuma? Hmm…Maybe he’ll go away if I don’t answer…
“Shin-chan, are you frowning? Don’t you like curry?” A pause. “Well, maybe you’ve only had spicy curry? My mom makes me the sweet curry because I like that the best. Before though, she wasn’t that good at it, and always burned it.” The goofy grin appeared again. “But she didn’t like having to clean the pan afterwards. It was always funny cuz she’d try to make Dad do it. He always ran away saying he had customers to take care of though!”
Silence. Wispy clouds passed slowly overhead. The two stared at each other.
“Don’t call me Shin-chan.”
“But Shin-chan,” The other immediately whined, pouting. “…is Shin-chan!”
At those words, the one being addressed as Shin-chan sighed and got up. Dusting off the back of his pants, he stooped back down to pick up the neglected sweet. His childishly round face had yet to slim and mature, his height yet to shoot up. Not that he would ever care; well, that is, until a certain pig-tailed woman entered his life. Not that he would ever admit it.
Shin looked down at the still crouched boy who stared up at him, positions reversed. He held out the melon bread. “Here, you wanted this, right?”
Kuma-something reached forward and stood up at the same time, until the two were eye level. Instead of grabbing the bread, he grabbed Shin’s wrist and pumped that in an imitation handshake. “Ehehehe~ I saw this in a movie last night on TV, this hand thing. It’s nice to meet you, Shin-chan! I’m Kumai Teruo!”
“Kuma…huh?” Shin considered the hand still meeting its acquaintance with his wrist. A small, quiet smile appeared. ’Kuma-chan’ would be a bit much…
“Shin-chan gave me a nickname!” Shake, shake shake.
That small, quiet smile turned into a forced one. “Uh, Kuma, you can stop shaking my wrist now.”
“O-Oh, right! Sorry, Shin-chan!”
He rubbed his freed wrist absently as he turned away to head down the stairwell. Upon reaching it, he called back behind him, “Come on, didn’t you want some curry?”
Heavy footsteps sounded as Kuma caught up. “Yeah! I love curry! Let’s get you a bowl too, Shin-chan!”
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The past caught up with the present as Shin rounded the corner, his breath coming heavily as he headed into the familiar stomping grounds of his youth. A bit further and he would be at Kuma’s house. Just a little more…err…what was this feeling coming from behind him. Sort of like the creepy tingly feeling one gets when a leg has fallen numb and then blood suddenly starts rushing back in? Is this what one calls “spider sense”?
Nausea gripped his stomach as the creepy tingly deepened. Ugh. No way. If Spiderman felt like this every time, the superhero probably spent more time over the toilet than swinging from building to building.
His senses tingled. He turned his head to look towards his right.
Yankumi saluted him.
Shin almost tripped over his own feet. He regained his footing, wheezed, kept running, and asked instead, “W-What are you doing here?”
Yankumi frowned but kept pace. Her own breathing was also labored, thanks to the long run. “That’s what I should be asking you instead! This is too far from the house to be a morning jog.”
The reason why snapped his attention back. “Kuma’s in trouble.”
Her gaze bore into him. “What? And you didn’t tell me? I had to come all this way to find out?” she growled, tension slowly gathering around her. Yankumi had remembered her glasses, and somehow, that made her even more menacing.
Tingling; not good. Shin ran faster away from her. She caught back up. He blanched. “You didn’t have to come, you know! I can handle this myself! And anyway, how’d you find out? No one was around when I left!”
He ran faster. The space between them lengthened.
“Oi! Get back here and answer my question!”
Shin wanted to live and grow old with her. Really. If possible. So he kept running instead, even though he felt like he would never get enough air into his lungs. He was too young to die, especially with Kuma depending upon him.
“Sawada Shin!”
Kuma was depending upon him. She breezed past him as he suddenly stopped and turned around.
Almost screeching to a halt, Yankumi ran back the other way to catch up with Shin again. “Didn’t you say Kuma’s in trouble? How come you’re turning back now?” She frowned. “Don’t say that you’re turning coward now.”
“Stupid,” he snapped. “It’s just because we passed his house when you were scar…err..running after me. We have to go back.”
“Oh, I see! H-hey!” she exclaimed as he pulled her abruptly off onto a side road. He shushed her by covering her mouth with his hand even as she struggled. Just then, an expensive looking car rolled by. Through the window, the profile of Shin’s father could be seen.
Yankumi pried his hand off to uncover her mouth as she stilled and straightened up. He protested not and stood next to her, his gaze tracking the departing car.
“That’s right…your parents’ house is around here too.”
Her hand felt warm and calloused in his. And slightly sweaty too. He tightened his grip slightly. “Sorry about not telling you before I left.” He recounted the details of the weird phone call. “Unfortunately, that’s all I know. I thought I’d check the neighborhood since he sometimes has to make early morning trips for the restaurant.”
“Hmm…that makes sense. Let’s check out his house and see if there are any clues. Maybe we should split up to cover more area also.”
Wisps of hair that had gotten loose from her ponytails clung to her damp forehead. “Thanks…Kuma, he…that is…I…” Shin trailed off, not able to say it clearly.
Yankumi let go of his hand and planted them on her hips as she faced him properly. “Oi, Sawada Shin. Just like Kuma knows he can count on you, you can count on me.” That straightforward look speared him, made him weak inside. “Don’t you know that yet?” Her fingertip poked him on his forehead. “Stu~pid.”
And then that momentary softness about her transformed as she swung around, one hand fisting and then pumping into the air. Determination radiated from the petite figure as she declared, “There’s no time for this! Let’s go find Kuma!”
Shin nodded as their momentary break ended. He felt renewed. Sweaty, but renewed. Even if he had not wanted to entangle her into any trouble that they may find, a little flush of something warmed his heart. Maybe even curled his toes a little if he was being honest, which is was not. Therefore, Kuma owed him a bowl of ramen after all this.“Yeah, let’s go. He’s waiting.”
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A/N: Sorry for the hiatus. x.x; At least I made it? >_>;
Constructive comments and critiques welcomed.
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Author/Artist: seoinage
Pairing: Sawada Shin x Yamaguchi Kumiko
Fandom: Gokusen
Theme: #27 - Overflow : 零れる
Disclaimer: Gokusen © Morimoto Kozueko and various companies with rights to it.
~*~
Shin tossed back the covers and propelled himself out of bed, the beep-beep-beep of the abruptly disconnected call eerily sounding in the morning air. Grabbing the t-shirt hanging nearby, he hastily pulled it over his head with one hand and awkwardly put on his pants with the other. Stuffing his keys and phone into a back pocket, the red head rushed out of the room. With no one up to get in his way, he raced down the stairs in a flurry, jumping the last few to land at the bottom, using the momentum to propel himself further ahead. Not a thought about the racket he was causing registered. Only one thing did. Everything else faded.
Shoes.
Door.
Cold concrete of the sidewalk.
The gate of Kamiyama Shrine that loomed as he neared and shrank behind him as he passed.
Shin ran on, trusting in his own two feet and intuition to lead him right. A name resounded in his head.
Kuma…
-
“Hey, are you going to finish that?”
The shadow cast by the questioner fell upon the sleepy-eyed youth sitting on the floor with one knee up. Gaze slowly rising to see who had addressed him, the boy stayed silent, his barely touched melon bread next to him. Up on the roof as they were, the breeze felt cool and refreshing in the early April weather. The fragrant smell of food wafted up from the open classroom windows, the excited chatter of those on break a muffled hum in the background. Down below, students on duty served lunch to their fellow classmates.
“You’re Shin-chan, right?” The face of the other boy leveled with his own as the other crouched down. Resting his elbows on his bent knees, an openly curious feeling emanated from the pudgy figure. Not waiting for an answer to his first two questions, the youth grinned goofily with his face between his hands as he asked, “How come you’re up here, Shin-chan? I thought we weren’t supposed to be. Won’t the teachers get angry?” He then breezily dismissed those passing concerns with a shrug and continued, with total enthusiasm, “And anyways, they’re serving curry today. Curry!”
Feeling a bit of consternation - his solitude had been intruded upon after all - Shin only stared at the boy crouched in front of him. He tried to place him, he had seen him before he thought.Oh, that’s right. He’s a classmate. Kuma-something. Kuma? Hmm…Maybe he’ll go away if I don’t answer…
“Shin-chan, are you frowning? Don’t you like curry?” A pause. “Well, maybe you’ve only had spicy curry? My mom makes me the sweet curry because I like that the best. Before though, she wasn’t that good at it, and always burned it.” The goofy grin appeared again. “But she didn’t like having to clean the pan afterwards. It was always funny cuz she’d try to make Dad do it. He always ran away saying he had customers to take care of though!”
Silence. Wispy clouds passed slowly overhead. The two stared at each other.
“Don’t call me Shin-chan.”
“But Shin-chan,” The other immediately whined, pouting. “…is Shin-chan!”
At those words, the one being addressed as Shin-chan sighed and got up. Dusting off the back of his pants, he stooped back down to pick up the neglected sweet. His childishly round face had yet to slim and mature, his height yet to shoot up. Not that he would ever care; well, that is, until a certain pig-tailed woman entered his life. Not that he would ever admit it.
Shin looked down at the still crouched boy who stared up at him, positions reversed. He held out the melon bread. “Here, you wanted this, right?”
Kuma-something reached forward and stood up at the same time, until the two were eye level. Instead of grabbing the bread, he grabbed Shin’s wrist and pumped that in an imitation handshake. “Ehehehe~ I saw this in a movie last night on TV, this hand thing. It’s nice to meet you, Shin-chan! I’m Kumai Teruo!”
“Kuma…huh?” Shin considered the hand still meeting its acquaintance with his wrist. A small, quiet smile appeared. ’Kuma-chan’ would be a bit much…
“Shin-chan gave me a nickname!” Shake, shake shake.
That small, quiet smile turned into a forced one. “Uh, Kuma, you can stop shaking my wrist now.”
“O-Oh, right! Sorry, Shin-chan!”
He rubbed his freed wrist absently as he turned away to head down the stairwell. Upon reaching it, he called back behind him, “Come on, didn’t you want some curry?”
Heavy footsteps sounded as Kuma caught up. “Yeah! I love curry! Let’s get you a bowl too, Shin-chan!”
-
The past caught up with the present as Shin rounded the corner, his breath coming heavily as he headed into the familiar stomping grounds of his youth. A bit further and he would be at Kuma’s house. Just a little more…err…what was this feeling coming from behind him. Sort of like the creepy tingly feeling one gets when a leg has fallen numb and then blood suddenly starts rushing back in? Is this what one calls “spider sense”?
Nausea gripped his stomach as the creepy tingly deepened. Ugh. No way. If Spiderman felt like this every time, the superhero probably spent more time over the toilet than swinging from building to building.
His senses tingled. He turned his head to look towards his right.
Yankumi saluted him.
Shin almost tripped over his own feet. He regained his footing, wheezed, kept running, and asked instead, “W-What are you doing here?”
Yankumi frowned but kept pace. Her own breathing was also labored, thanks to the long run. “That’s what I should be asking you instead! This is too far from the house to be a morning jog.”
The reason why snapped his attention back. “Kuma’s in trouble.”
Her gaze bore into him. “What? And you didn’t tell me? I had to come all this way to find out?” she growled, tension slowly gathering around her. Yankumi had remembered her glasses, and somehow, that made her even more menacing.
Tingling; not good. Shin ran faster away from her. She caught back up. He blanched. “You didn’t have to come, you know! I can handle this myself! And anyway, how’d you find out? No one was around when I left!”
He ran faster. The space between them lengthened.
“Oi! Get back here and answer my question!”
Shin wanted to live and grow old with her. Really. If possible. So he kept running instead, even though he felt like he would never get enough air into his lungs. He was too young to die, especially with Kuma depending upon him.
“Sawada Shin!”
Kuma was depending upon him. She breezed past him as he suddenly stopped and turned around.
Almost screeching to a halt, Yankumi ran back the other way to catch up with Shin again. “Didn’t you say Kuma’s in trouble? How come you’re turning back now?” She frowned. “Don’t say that you’re turning coward now.”
“Stupid,” he snapped. “It’s just because we passed his house when you were scar…err..running after me. We have to go back.”
“Oh, I see! H-hey!” she exclaimed as he pulled her abruptly off onto a side road. He shushed her by covering her mouth with his hand even as she struggled. Just then, an expensive looking car rolled by. Through the window, the profile of Shin’s father could be seen.
Yankumi pried his hand off to uncover her mouth as she stilled and straightened up. He protested not and stood next to her, his gaze tracking the departing car.
“That’s right…your parents’ house is around here too.”
Her hand felt warm and calloused in his. And slightly sweaty too. He tightened his grip slightly. “Sorry about not telling you before I left.” He recounted the details of the weird phone call. “Unfortunately, that’s all I know. I thought I’d check the neighborhood since he sometimes has to make early morning trips for the restaurant.”
“Hmm…that makes sense. Let’s check out his house and see if there are any clues. Maybe we should split up to cover more area also.”
Wisps of hair that had gotten loose from her ponytails clung to her damp forehead. “Thanks…Kuma, he…that is…I…” Shin trailed off, not able to say it clearly.
Yankumi let go of his hand and planted them on her hips as she faced him properly. “Oi, Sawada Shin. Just like Kuma knows he can count on you, you can count on me.” That straightforward look speared him, made him weak inside. “Don’t you know that yet?” Her fingertip poked him on his forehead. “Stu~pid.”
And then that momentary softness about her transformed as she swung around, one hand fisting and then pumping into the air. Determination radiated from the petite figure as she declared, “There’s no time for this! Let’s go find Kuma!”
Shin nodded as their momentary break ended. He felt renewed. Sweaty, but renewed. Even if he had not wanted to entangle her into any trouble that they may find, a little flush of something warmed his heart. Maybe even curled his toes a little if he was being honest, which is was not. Therefore, Kuma owed him a bowl of ramen after all this.“Yeah, let’s go. He’s waiting.”
~*~
A/N: Sorry for the hiatus. x.x; At least I made it? >_>;
Constructive comments and critiques welcomed.
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