[FIC] - Adolescent - Reita/Uruha - Prologue/?
Title: Adolescent
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG, NC-17 to come
Warnings: none so far
Pairings: Reita/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended...
Comments: I had this idea for some time, based on this interview. They do know each for so long, they could be a couple for more then ten years by now. So what happened when puberty hit them?
Rainchaser's Stories
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If you haven't seen the hotwave interview featuring Uruha and Reita, do it now. It'll make you melt. Multiple times.
The door bell rang, but fourteen years old Kouyou had no intention in opening the door. His mother would do it, anyway. He was way to cozy under his blanket on the couch, the TV rambling in the background and a magazine in his hands.
"Good afternoon, Takashima-san." He heard a familiar voice and looked up.
"Hello Akira-kun, come on in. Kouyou is in the living room." His mother chirped.
"Thanks."
"Just ask if you need anything." The woman dashed back into the kitchen, smelling something not quite pleasing
His eyes set on the door, awaiting his tan friend who entered with a wide smile.
"Hey there, lazy butt." He spoke and claimed the armchair.
"I'm not lazy, I'm enjoying my free time."
"By being lazy." The slightly smaller boy nagged.
"Aren't you grounded?" Kouyou asked with a raised brow.
"I told mom we'll be studying maths and you're going to fail if I don't come over." Akira explained with a grin.
"I don't know what's worse: You lying to your oblivious mom or that she actually believed that crap." He rolled his eyes and took the magazine fro his lap and flipped it open again.
"Hey, it worked." He proudly gestured, making Kouyou rolling his eyes again.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Akira switching channels until he settled on a music program and Kouyou flipping through the pages, highly interested.
"What are you reading?"
The other boy didn't answer, instead he lifted it to let his friend look at the cover.
"Why are you reading your mom's stuff?" The tan frowned as he read the big five Latin letters of Vogue.
"It's Mi-chan's, not mom's. I was thinking about my hair." He dropped the magazine.
"Uh huh." Still the same frown.
"It's too short, don't you think?" He combed his black bob with his fingers.
"Well, mine is shorter." Akira rubbed his buzz cut, smiling.
"I thought I could let it grow. Or dye it. Maybe some highlights. What do you think?"
"I think you're hair is fine. Why bothering so much?" He stood up to sit down beside Kouyou and looked at the young women printed on glossy paper.
"You know, we're never going to get laid if we look so lame." He turned a page, revealing a pretty brunette with some blond strands, her hair reaching her shoulders.
"I'm not looking lame." Akira defended himself.
"Well, I feel like I do." His eyes skimmed the instructions how to get that look doing it yourself.
"I don't think your dad's is going to like that idea of your's." Reita said, turning a page, too.
"He allowed my sisters to dye their hair." Kouyou said, matter of fact.
"Well, they are your sisters."
"I would just argument that he should treat us as equals." He looked at the dark brown mullet of an rather androgynous model.
"So, you want to be treated like a girl?" The smaller teased.
"What? No!" He shifted on the couch, feeling offended.
Akira laughed. "Then put that damn magazine away and play with me."
Kouyou hit his friend with said magazine and threw it onto the coffee table.
"Should I call your mom? Tell her that you refuse to teach me maths because you're to busy with video games?"
"I'll teach you some maths of combo attacks." He pushed himself off the couch and sat in front of the TV, switching the Playstation on. "Come on, Kouyou. Let's have some fun."
The younger pulled the blanket back and sat next to his friend. He could still ask his sisters later to help him finding out what would suit him the most. He had to do something to end looking so average.
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Mah, just the beginning~ I have hell of a lot ideas, most of them including Reita freaking out.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG, NC-17 to come
Warnings: none so far
Pairings: Reita/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended...
Comments: I had this idea for some time, based on this interview. They do know each for so long, they could be a couple for more then ten years by now. So what happened when puberty hit them?
Rainchaser's Stories
____________________________________________
If you haven't seen the hotwave interview featuring Uruha and Reita, do it now. It'll make you melt. Multiple times.
The door bell rang, but fourteen years old Kouyou had no intention in opening the door. His mother would do it, anyway. He was way to cozy under his blanket on the couch, the TV rambling in the background and a magazine in his hands.
"Good afternoon, Takashima-san." He heard a familiar voice and looked up.
"Hello Akira-kun, come on in. Kouyou is in the living room." His mother chirped.
"Thanks."
"Just ask if you need anything." The woman dashed back into the kitchen, smelling something not quite pleasing
His eyes set on the door, awaiting his tan friend who entered with a wide smile.
"Hey there, lazy butt." He spoke and claimed the armchair.
"I'm not lazy, I'm enjoying my free time."
"By being lazy." The slightly smaller boy nagged.
"Aren't you grounded?" Kouyou asked with a raised brow.
"I told mom we'll be studying maths and you're going to fail if I don't come over." Akira explained with a grin.
"I don't know what's worse: You lying to your oblivious mom or that she actually believed that crap." He rolled his eyes and took the magazine fro his lap and flipped it open again.
"Hey, it worked." He proudly gestured, making Kouyou rolling his eyes again.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Akira switching channels until he settled on a music program and Kouyou flipping through the pages, highly interested.
"What are you reading?"
The other boy didn't answer, instead he lifted it to let his friend look at the cover.
"Why are you reading your mom's stuff?" The tan frowned as he read the big five Latin letters of Vogue.
"It's Mi-chan's, not mom's. I was thinking about my hair." He dropped the magazine.
"Uh huh." Still the same frown.
"It's too short, don't you think?" He combed his black bob with his fingers.
"Well, mine is shorter." Akira rubbed his buzz cut, smiling.
"I thought I could let it grow. Or dye it. Maybe some highlights. What do you think?"
"I think you're hair is fine. Why bothering so much?" He stood up to sit down beside Kouyou and looked at the young women printed on glossy paper.
"You know, we're never going to get laid if we look so lame." He turned a page, revealing a pretty brunette with some blond strands, her hair reaching her shoulders.
"I'm not looking lame." Akira defended himself.
"Well, I feel like I do." His eyes skimmed the instructions how to get that look doing it yourself.
"I don't think your dad's is going to like that idea of your's." Reita said, turning a page, too.
"He allowed my sisters to dye their hair." Kouyou said, matter of fact.
"Well, they are your sisters."
"I would just argument that he should treat us as equals." He looked at the dark brown mullet of an rather androgynous model.
"So, you want to be treated like a girl?" The smaller teased.
"What? No!" He shifted on the couch, feeling offended.
Akira laughed. "Then put that damn magazine away and play with me."
Kouyou hit his friend with said magazine and threw it onto the coffee table.
"Should I call your mom? Tell her that you refuse to teach me maths because you're to busy with video games?"
"I'll teach you some maths of combo attacks." He pushed himself off the couch and sat in front of the TV, switching the Playstation on. "Come on, Kouyou. Let's have some fun."
The younger pulled the blanket back and sat next to his friend. He could still ask his sisters later to help him finding out what would suit him the most. He had to do something to end looking so average.
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Mah, just the beginning~ I have hell of a lot ideas, most of them including Reita freaking out.