[rookies] drabble dump 2
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songbirdspeaksAniya/Mikoshiba, four in the morning; pg
word count: 199
Their schedules are both crazy, but they have both made one thing clear.
If something is wrong, call.
It is four in the morning after a huge series win by Aniya’s team, putting them on their way to the National Championships. He has just stumbled back to his posh hotel room, half-asleep and a little drunk, when his cell phone goes off.
Mikoshiba’s name pops up on the screen when he looks at it, blinking blearily, and he answers immediately.
“Toru, what's up?” he demands.
Mikoshiba doesn’t speak for a moment.
Aniya hears a sob. “Toru…?”
“Kei—my sister—her boyfriend—the baby, he may have—the shop’s—oh, god, Kei, the shop’s burned down and and and—“ Mikoshiba only gets that far before the sobs overtake his body again.
“I’m coming home,” says Aniya with finality, all of a sudden wide awake and sober.
His disappearance before the press conference is something that gets his manager mad at him for the next three or four months, but it is worth it simply to see the relief on Mikoshiba’s face when he steps in the door five hours later.
Mikoshiba falls against him heavily, and Aniya comforts him the only way he knows how.
Mikoshiba/Aniya, 'time out'; g
word count: 261
Mikoshiba is sitting this game out. He glowers at Aniya when the team reenters the dugout, but both he and Aniya know there is little to be done about his wrist. He plays with the taping, frowning, until he feels a hand drop on his head. He looks up-- Shinjo is leaning above him, his eyes both understanding and a bit annoyed. Mikoshiba swallows thickly, feeling kind of like an asshole all of a sudden, and looks away. Shinjo pats his head in manner that makes him reach up to bat it away, sprained wrist be damned, and Shinjo makes a noise that would have been a laugh had he been anyone else.
They win, barely--it is a scrape of a win, ugly like all of their games tend to be, and Mikoshiba feels something like despair when he remembers that he wasn't a part of it, not really. His wrist aches with the feeling.
He smiles for them, and congratulates them, keeping his tone light. But Aniya tags along silently when they scatter to go home, and Mikoshiba is almost nervous when Aniya's fingers close along his elbow and hauls him close so that they are standing nose to nose.
"That was harder than it should have been," he mutters, looking away.
Mikoshiba looks at him, eyes a little wide. Had Aniya just--
"Get better quick, asshole, or else I'll start training Hamanaka to replace you," threatens Aniya. He is smiling, though, and they both know it's an empty threat.
"Psh, as if that'll happen," answers Mikoshiba, and pulls away.
Mikoshiba/Aniya, mentions of Kawato/Mayumi 'couch'; pg-13 for sexy
word count: 185
“Mayumi-san’s pregnant again,” says Mikoshiba, not looking up from his laptop screen.
“That’s, what, five, now?” asked Aniya distractedly, busy watching an imported action movie with interest, “Kawato, you dog, you.”
Mikoshiba rolled his eyes. “It’s three, not five, Keiichi. College grad, huh~?”
“Fuck you, Toru.”
Mikoshiba grinned suddenly, and put his laptop down. “Oh, I’d be glad to,” he said.
Aniya glanced up. Comprehension dawned, and he pulled his feet from their place on Mikoshiba’s lap hurriedly, moving to stand up. “Toru—“ he began.
Mikoshiba grabbed his ankles and pulled them back down, then covered the other’s body with his own. Aniya struggled for a moment—until his erection brushed against Mikoshiba’s hip, and his lover smirked. Mikoshiba reached for the waist of his sweatpants, saying, “you should just be glad you can't get pregnant, or you’d have had five…or ten…by now.”
Aniya groaned, and ground his hips up against Mikoshiba’s hand. “Shut up and hurry up,” he grumbled, “there are other things you could be doing with your mouth besides yacking.”
Mikoshiba laughed, and bent his head to Aniya’s throat to do just that.
Okada/Yufune, 'mother/father', domestic cuteness :D; pg
word count: 262
"Tadaima, Okaa-san~" greeted Shinichirou as he entered through the front door, followed by his brother and father.
Okada, busy wiping down the kitchen counter, stiffened at the appellation, and whirled around to glare at his youngest adoptive child.
"Shin," he growled, "who told you to call me that?"
"Otou-san, of course," answered the child, guileless as always. Yufune's grin (like the cat that had gotten the cream, appropriately enough) said it all, and Okada frowned.
"Tetsurou," he said, "would you be so kind as to join me in the bedroom? Shin, Jun, you may why don't you turn on the television? I'm sure you can find something to watch while Tet-chan and I have a chat, don't you think?"
Jun was a smart cookie: he grabbed his brother by the arm and dragged him from the kitchen. Yufune followed Okada to their bedroom and smiled at him weakly to try and get out of the haranguing that was sure to come.
"If I said it's just a nickname, what would you say?" he asked, hopeful.
"That you're not smart enough to come up with that one, of course," countered Okada coolly,"now would you like to explain to me why I am the mother around here?"
Yufune draped his arms about Okada's neck and said, "because you're the little one! And you can cook! And you clean! So you've gotta be the mommy~"
Okada's fist hitting Yufune's gut was a clear response to that one; Yufune informed their children that they would not be calling anyone okaa-san in their house from then on.
[1] Okaa-san = Okada, Oka-san, Okaa-san, Okaa-san means mother. it's a bad pun ok shut up
Hiyama/Wakana, 'that's right'; g
word count: 111
"Mom, this is my girlfriend, Kanoko," announced Wakana, nervous as all get out.
"Oh, really," asked the formidable woman in a voice as cold as ice.
"That's right!" agreed Wakana, grinning (too) widely.
"And I could have sworn you were gay," she said thoughtfully.
Wakana nearly fell over. How had she...
"Now I feel bad for Kiyooki," she said, "he came by yesterday to ask permission to date you, and everything. He's such a nice boy, don't you think?"
Wakana's mouth moved wordlessly.
"A mother's intuition is never wrong, Tomochika," she said, "so why don't you call your boyfriend to come join us all for dinner. Kanoko-san, please, come with me."
Hiratsuka+Touko, Imaoka, 'love song'; g
word count: 108
Yagi had laughed. Imaoka winced, hiding behind the corner, but Hiratsuka continued his love song undaunted.
"Hiratsuka-kun..." she finally managed, breathless for laughing, "please...stop..."
Hiratsuka ignored her, and began extolling the virtues of her ears.
Imaoka let Hiratsuka continue for another thirty seconds, but when his best friend starting talking about Touko's toes, he decided he had to get Yagi out of there.
"Hiracchi!" he yelled, coming up behind him and wrestling the guitar away. He tossed it out the window to the concrete below, making Hiratsuka wail piteously, and shooed Yagi away while Hiratsuka whined at him.
Some days, he kind of felt like a monkey trainer.
Kawato/Mayumi, 'Ready?'; pg
word count: 135
Kawato swallowed nervously and smiled at Mayumi.
Mayumi smiled back, and for a moment Kawato lost the ability of coherent thought.
Then the present snapped back into focus, and Kawato stepped closer to his coworker, his hand gently landing on her hip.
"Are you sure you want to--" he babbled, struck again by nervousness.
Her lips on his cut him off sharply.
"Koichi," she said, "I've been ready for that since the second date. You don't need to ask to be able to kiss me good night after five dates, you idiot, though it is very cute. Now, kiss me again?"
Kawato, though still nervous, stepped closer to do exactly that.
When Mauymi's hands worked their way under his button-down shirt, however, he yelped and jumped back, almost falling over, his face red.
Mayumi sighed.
word count: 199
Their schedules are both crazy, but they have both made one thing clear.
If something is wrong, call.
It is four in the morning after a huge series win by Aniya’s team, putting them on their way to the National Championships. He has just stumbled back to his posh hotel room, half-asleep and a little drunk, when his cell phone goes off.
Mikoshiba’s name pops up on the screen when he looks at it, blinking blearily, and he answers immediately.
“Toru, what's up?” he demands.
Mikoshiba doesn’t speak for a moment.
Aniya hears a sob. “Toru…?”
“Kei—my sister—her boyfriend—the baby, he may have—the shop’s—oh, god, Kei, the shop’s burned down and and and—“ Mikoshiba only gets that far before the sobs overtake his body again.
“I’m coming home,” says Aniya with finality, all of a sudden wide awake and sober.
His disappearance before the press conference is something that gets his manager mad at him for the next three or four months, but it is worth it simply to see the relief on Mikoshiba’s face when he steps in the door five hours later.
Mikoshiba falls against him heavily, and Aniya comforts him the only way he knows how.
Mikoshiba/Aniya, 'time out'; g
word count: 261
Mikoshiba is sitting this game out. He glowers at Aniya when the team reenters the dugout, but both he and Aniya know there is little to be done about his wrist. He plays with the taping, frowning, until he feels a hand drop on his head. He looks up-- Shinjo is leaning above him, his eyes both understanding and a bit annoyed. Mikoshiba swallows thickly, feeling kind of like an asshole all of a sudden, and looks away. Shinjo pats his head in manner that makes him reach up to bat it away, sprained wrist be damned, and Shinjo makes a noise that would have been a laugh had he been anyone else.
They win, barely--it is a scrape of a win, ugly like all of their games tend to be, and Mikoshiba feels something like despair when he remembers that he wasn't a part of it, not really. His wrist aches with the feeling.
He smiles for them, and congratulates them, keeping his tone light. But Aniya tags along silently when they scatter to go home, and Mikoshiba is almost nervous when Aniya's fingers close along his elbow and hauls him close so that they are standing nose to nose.
"That was harder than it should have been," he mutters, looking away.
Mikoshiba looks at him, eyes a little wide. Had Aniya just--
"Get better quick, asshole, or else I'll start training Hamanaka to replace you," threatens Aniya. He is smiling, though, and they both know it's an empty threat.
"Psh, as if that'll happen," answers Mikoshiba, and pulls away.
Mikoshiba/Aniya, mentions of Kawato/Mayumi 'couch'; pg-13 for sexy
word count: 185
“Mayumi-san’s pregnant again,” says Mikoshiba, not looking up from his laptop screen.
“That’s, what, five, now?” asked Aniya distractedly, busy watching an imported action movie with interest, “Kawato, you dog, you.”
Mikoshiba rolled his eyes. “It’s three, not five, Keiichi. College grad, huh~?”
“Fuck you, Toru.”
Mikoshiba grinned suddenly, and put his laptop down. “Oh, I’d be glad to,” he said.
Aniya glanced up. Comprehension dawned, and he pulled his feet from their place on Mikoshiba’s lap hurriedly, moving to stand up. “Toru—“ he began.
Mikoshiba grabbed his ankles and pulled them back down, then covered the other’s body with his own. Aniya struggled for a moment—until his erection brushed against Mikoshiba’s hip, and his lover smirked. Mikoshiba reached for the waist of his sweatpants, saying, “you should just be glad you can't get pregnant, or you’d have had five…or ten…by now.”
Aniya groaned, and ground his hips up against Mikoshiba’s hand. “Shut up and hurry up,” he grumbled, “there are other things you could be doing with your mouth besides yacking.”
Mikoshiba laughed, and bent his head to Aniya’s throat to do just that.
Okada/Yufune, 'mother/father', domestic cuteness :D; pg
word count: 262
"Tadaima, Okaa-san~" greeted Shinichirou as he entered through the front door, followed by his brother and father.
Okada, busy wiping down the kitchen counter, stiffened at the appellation, and whirled around to glare at his youngest adoptive child.
"Shin," he growled, "who told you to call me that?"
"Otou-san, of course," answered the child, guileless as always. Yufune's grin (like the cat that had gotten the cream, appropriately enough) said it all, and Okada frowned.
"Tetsurou," he said, "would you be so kind as to join me in the bedroom? Shin, Jun, you may why don't you turn on the television? I'm sure you can find something to watch while Tet-chan and I have a chat, don't you think?"
Jun was a smart cookie: he grabbed his brother by the arm and dragged him from the kitchen. Yufune followed Okada to their bedroom and smiled at him weakly to try and get out of the haranguing that was sure to come.
"If I said it's just a nickname, what would you say?" he asked, hopeful.
"That you're not smart enough to come up with that one, of course," countered Okada coolly,"now would you like to explain to me why I am the mother around here?"
Yufune draped his arms about Okada's neck and said, "because you're the little one! And you can cook! And you clean! So you've gotta be the mommy~"
Okada's fist hitting Yufune's gut was a clear response to that one; Yufune informed their children that they would not be calling anyone okaa-san in their house from then on.
[1] Okaa-san = Okada, Oka-san, Okaa-san, Okaa-san means mother. it's a bad pun ok shut up
Hiyama/Wakana, 'that's right'; g
word count: 111
"Mom, this is my girlfriend, Kanoko," announced Wakana, nervous as all get out.
"Oh, really," asked the formidable woman in a voice as cold as ice.
"That's right!" agreed Wakana, grinning (too) widely.
"And I could have sworn you were gay," she said thoughtfully.
Wakana nearly fell over. How had she...
"Now I feel bad for Kiyooki," she said, "he came by yesterday to ask permission to date you, and everything. He's such a nice boy, don't you think?"
Wakana's mouth moved wordlessly.
"A mother's intuition is never wrong, Tomochika," she said, "so why don't you call your boyfriend to come join us all for dinner. Kanoko-san, please, come with me."
Hiratsuka+Touko, Imaoka, 'love song'; g
word count: 108
Yagi had laughed. Imaoka winced, hiding behind the corner, but Hiratsuka continued his love song undaunted.
"Hiratsuka-kun..." she finally managed, breathless for laughing, "please...stop..."
Hiratsuka ignored her, and began extolling the virtues of her ears.
Imaoka let Hiratsuka continue for another thirty seconds, but when his best friend starting talking about Touko's toes, he decided he had to get Yagi out of there.
"Hiracchi!" he yelled, coming up behind him and wrestling the guitar away. He tossed it out the window to the concrete below, making Hiratsuka wail piteously, and shooed Yagi away while Hiratsuka whined at him.
Some days, he kind of felt like a monkey trainer.
Kawato/Mayumi, 'Ready?'; pg
word count: 135
Kawato swallowed nervously and smiled at Mayumi.
Mayumi smiled back, and for a moment Kawato lost the ability of coherent thought.
Then the present snapped back into focus, and Kawato stepped closer to his coworker, his hand gently landing on her hip.
"Are you sure you want to--" he babbled, struck again by nervousness.
Her lips on his cut him off sharply.
"Koichi," she said, "I've been ready for that since the second date. You don't need to ask to be able to kiss me good night after five dates, you idiot, though it is very cute. Now, kiss me again?"
Kawato, though still nervous, stepped closer to do exactly that.
When Mauymi's hands worked their way under his button-down shirt, however, he yelped and jumped back, almost falling over, his face red.
Mayumi sighed.
