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zarahjoyce) wrote2009-04-06 09:58 pm
zarahjoyce) wrote2009-04-06 09:58 pm
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Fic: Instances, Chapter Two
Title: Instances
Rating: PG
Pairing: Soujiroh/Yuki/Akira
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: Usually Nishikado Soujiroh is a composed, collected individual. USUALLY.
More than anything, Nishikado Soujiroh was a composed, collected individual. Tea ceremonies needed grace in its execution, and for grace to appear in a person, there had to be at least some semblance of inner peace and tranquility. He was a master of tea ceremonies, having done each and every one perfectly and without fail, so grace, inner peace, and tranquility were not alien aspects to him.
But when Mimasaka Akira showed up the next day, all these aspects were abruptly forgotten. One could say they never even existed in the first place, what with all the creative ways he was imagining how his friend should cheerfully die.
Soujiroh watched intently - a vulture awaiting its prey's last breath - as Akira calmly took his seat. There was something different on his face, which made Soujiroh want to vomit - or hit him. Hard. Enough to probably dislodge a front tooth or two.
The bastard was smiling. Beaming, even, like he had discovered the path towards eternal happiness and was walking shamelessly on it.
Raising a brow but not saying anything, Soujiroh observed as Akira took something out of his pocket. Lunch? No; it was too small and besides Akira preferred to buy his food rather than carry it with him. A snack? But it looked too beautifully-wrapped to be called as such. A dess-
A dessert.
Something that was bought from, say, a dango shop.
At this realization, Soujiroh let out a small and, hopefully, unnoticed gasp.
"Soujiroh," Akira said suddenly, blinking manfully. "I didn't notice you were there."
That was just too low a blow, especially for Akira.
No one ignored Nishikado Soujiroh! No one treated him like some unimportant particle of air that happened to float by!
"I've been sitting here all this time," Soujiroh snarled. He had a temper that could rival Domyouji's, if all the right buttons were pushed. And this time, Akira was stomping on them atop a ten-wheeler truck. "Too preoccupied, aren't you? Have you, perhaps, destroyed a family or two last night? Is this the reason why you're so happy today?"
As soon as these words were out Soujiroh wished he hadn't said them, but a quick glance at Akira showed his friend wasn't listening, anyway.
He wasn't listening because he had taken out his phone and was smiling like a madman while looking down at it.
"That girl," he said, in a voice that shouldn't have reached another's ears, as soft and private as it was.
Of course, Soujiroh - having so inconspicuously scooted his chair closer to Akira he was already invading his friend's personal space and not caring the least about it - heard.
That girl.
"Who's that?" Soujiroh asked, proud that the murder in his tone was not that much apparent. He had a feeling - a sick, gut-wrenching feeling - as to what the identity of the girl Akira referred to was.
His friend looked at him, discovered their seemingly intimate proximity - as in one inch closer and they would become really intimate - and gracefully stood. "Yuki-chan," Akira answered, closing his phone and putting it in his pocket. He then picked up one of the sweets he had brought and placed it in his mouth, savoring the taste slowly and wickedly.
All the while, Soujiroh was seeing every damned shade of red available in the world. "Yuki--"
Of course, it was not wise to jump to conclusions, seeing as it was nearly impossible to have only one woman named Yuki in the entirety of Japan. As such, many different Yukis could be affectionately labeled 'Yuki-chan' without any problems, as this was the norm and--
"You don't mind, do you?" Then Akira chuckled, halting Soujiroh's thought processes altogether. "Wait. Why am I asking? Of course you don't mind. Why would you?"
Oh yes. Akira would definitely look better with two or five front teeth missing.
Soujiroh was about to deliver this dentist-needing blow when his 'friend' robbed him of this pleasure simply by waving at him and walking away.
-
The world was pushing him to use every single weapon he had under his belt. It was its fault, anyway, for being so out of order.
Yuki and Akira? Yuki and Akira? Yuki and Akira?
End of days indeed. The world was begging to be whipped.
So! Here was Nishikado Soujiroh, trying to fix things. Looking every inch like the martyr he was, he strolled into the dango shop.
Any moment now he expected to be mauled and worshiped heavily. Such were the natural progression of things in a normal universe. He had already foreseen it: the second he walked into the shop he would hear a ear-splitting cry of "Nishikado-san!!!!!" This time though, he wouldn't run away, despite every fiber of his being screaming for him to do so. He would face her abnormal adoration and adulation of him with the best will in the world. He would smile at her, a sweet gentle smile that would surely remind her that she was his--
Soujiroh started to hyperventilate at this thought.
FRIEND! He would give her a smile to remind her that she was his friend!
He breathed deeply - suddenly relieved - and steeled himself, then went in--
--just in time to get the biggest shock in the world.
There was no one there.
Which was abnormal for a shop. Shouldn't there be at least a--
"...Nishikado-san?"
Soujiroh nearly jumped out of his skin - although there was really no need for such an extreme reaction, as instead of shouting his name like she usually did, this time she uttered it with a quizzical look on her face. Like she was wondering what on earth he could be doing in the shop.
He nearly scoffed at his own thought. HA! As if! This was a public place, wasn't it? People were expected to come in and buy stuff all the time, weren't they? He was only doing what was expected of him, as one of the populace who had money!
Also, he came in not because he wanted to check on her and change her mind about Akira; he came in because he wanted sweets! Yes, dumplings and sweets! He had the biggest sweet tooth in the whole wide world and he needed to satisfy his craving with sweets! He was not, in any way, thinking of melting all the sweets and dumplings in the shop and drowning Akira in their sticky depths!
"Nishikado-san? Are you alright? You look like... you look like you wanted to kill someone."
Oh no. This wouldn't do at all.
Erasing all menacing thoughts took a lot of effort, but he was able to do it. Smiling now, full of charm and boyish handsomeness he was nearly shining with it, Soujiroh casually flung an arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to his side. Most women would have melted into a puddle of love right now, to be given a chance to be this close to him. Yuki should, at any moment, nosebleed and faint in dead earnest.
But she did neither of these things.
Instead she raised a brow at him - raised a brow at him! - and removed his hold on her.
Removed...!
It was a good thing Soujiroh was a graceful man by nature; else he would've fallen on his face right now.
"Is there really any reason for you to be here?" she asked, folding her arms and tapping her foot in an irritating rhythm. "You haven't said anything yet. Is this--"
"Yo! Yuki-chan!"
And Soujiroh knew for certain that Akira had a death wish. He really, really did.
"Mimasaka-san!" Yuki shrieked, turning all shades of pink and giggling like an idiot.
He grinned at her and, just like what Soujiroh did earlier, flung an arm around her shoulders.
Did she remove it? Oh no. She giggled even more and, if anyone looked closely enough - Soujiroh did, by the way - she appeared to have burrowed further into Akira's side, as if she freakin' belonged there.
"Oh. Soujiroh," Akira said, acknowledging his presence as if an afterthought. He looked at Yuki again. "You ready?"
"For what?" This time, Soujiroh was the one who spoke.
"We're going to watch a movie," Yuki said, smiling ever-so-happily up at his friend, it made Soujiroh want to either vomit or cheerfully maim the sole heir to a Yakuza organization. He was leaning towards the latter, obviously.
"See you later," Akira said, giving him a mock salute.
And then they were gone.
This was the second time Akira had left him with a burning desire to kill without anyone around. The second time that day! Within two hours! It was certainly a record of some sort.
Without thinking, he called five numbers in rapid succession. To all of them, he said the same thing:
"I'll pick you up, beautiful. We're watching a movie."
TBC
Author's notes: I'm sorry, but writing Soujiroh this way is proving to be very therapeutic to me XD Thank you for your reviews, and see you next chapter!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Soujiroh/Yuki/Akira
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: Usually Nishikado Soujiroh is a composed, collected individual. USUALLY.
More than anything, Nishikado Soujiroh was a composed, collected individual. Tea ceremonies needed grace in its execution, and for grace to appear in a person, there had to be at least some semblance of inner peace and tranquility. He was a master of tea ceremonies, having done each and every one perfectly and without fail, so grace, inner peace, and tranquility were not alien aspects to him.
But when Mimasaka Akira showed up the next day, all these aspects were abruptly forgotten. One could say they never even existed in the first place, what with all the creative ways he was imagining how his friend should cheerfully die.
Soujiroh watched intently - a vulture awaiting its prey's last breath - as Akira calmly took his seat. There was something different on his face, which made Soujiroh want to vomit - or hit him. Hard. Enough to probably dislodge a front tooth or two.
The bastard was smiling. Beaming, even, like he had discovered the path towards eternal happiness and was walking shamelessly on it.
Raising a brow but not saying anything, Soujiroh observed as Akira took something out of his pocket. Lunch? No; it was too small and besides Akira preferred to buy his food rather than carry it with him. A snack? But it looked too beautifully-wrapped to be called as such. A dess-
A dessert.
Something that was bought from, say, a dango shop.
At this realization, Soujiroh let out a small and, hopefully, unnoticed gasp.
"Soujiroh," Akira said suddenly, blinking manfully. "I didn't notice you were there."
That was just too low a blow, especially for Akira.
No one ignored Nishikado Soujiroh! No one treated him like some unimportant particle of air that happened to float by!
"I've been sitting here all this time," Soujiroh snarled. He had a temper that could rival Domyouji's, if all the right buttons were pushed. And this time, Akira was stomping on them atop a ten-wheeler truck. "Too preoccupied, aren't you? Have you, perhaps, destroyed a family or two last night? Is this the reason why you're so happy today?"
As soon as these words were out Soujiroh wished he hadn't said them, but a quick glance at Akira showed his friend wasn't listening, anyway.
He wasn't listening because he had taken out his phone and was smiling like a madman while looking down at it.
"That girl," he said, in a voice that shouldn't have reached another's ears, as soft and private as it was.
Of course, Soujiroh - having so inconspicuously scooted his chair closer to Akira he was already invading his friend's personal space and not caring the least about it - heard.
That girl.
"Who's that?" Soujiroh asked, proud that the murder in his tone was not that much apparent. He had a feeling - a sick, gut-wrenching feeling - as to what the identity of the girl Akira referred to was.
His friend looked at him, discovered their seemingly intimate proximity - as in one inch closer and they would become really intimate - and gracefully stood. "Yuki-chan," Akira answered, closing his phone and putting it in his pocket. He then picked up one of the sweets he had brought and placed it in his mouth, savoring the taste slowly and wickedly.
All the while, Soujiroh was seeing every damned shade of red available in the world. "Yuki--"
Of course, it was not wise to jump to conclusions, seeing as it was nearly impossible to have only one woman named Yuki in the entirety of Japan. As such, many different Yukis could be affectionately labeled 'Yuki-chan' without any problems, as this was the norm and--
"You don't mind, do you?" Then Akira chuckled, halting Soujiroh's thought processes altogether. "Wait. Why am I asking? Of course you don't mind. Why would you?"
Oh yes. Akira would definitely look better with two or five front teeth missing.
Soujiroh was about to deliver this dentist-needing blow when his 'friend' robbed him of this pleasure simply by waving at him and walking away.
-
The world was pushing him to use every single weapon he had under his belt. It was its fault, anyway, for being so out of order.
Yuki and Akira? Yuki and Akira? Yuki and Akira?
End of days indeed. The world was begging to be whipped.
So! Here was Nishikado Soujiroh, trying to fix things. Looking every inch like the martyr he was, he strolled into the dango shop.
Any moment now he expected to be mauled and worshiped heavily. Such were the natural progression of things in a normal universe. He had already foreseen it: the second he walked into the shop he would hear a ear-splitting cry of "Nishikado-san!!!!!" This time though, he wouldn't run away, despite every fiber of his being screaming for him to do so. He would face her abnormal adoration and adulation of him with the best will in the world. He would smile at her, a sweet gentle smile that would surely remind her that she was his--
Soujiroh started to hyperventilate at this thought.
FRIEND! He would give her a smile to remind her that she was his friend!
He breathed deeply - suddenly relieved - and steeled himself, then went in--
--just in time to get the biggest shock in the world.
There was no one there.
Which was abnormal for a shop. Shouldn't there be at least a--
"...Nishikado-san?"
Soujiroh nearly jumped out of his skin - although there was really no need for such an extreme reaction, as instead of shouting his name like she usually did, this time she uttered it with a quizzical look on her face. Like she was wondering what on earth he could be doing in the shop.
He nearly scoffed at his own thought. HA! As if! This was a public place, wasn't it? People were expected to come in and buy stuff all the time, weren't they? He was only doing what was expected of him, as one of the populace who had money!
Also, he came in not because he wanted to check on her and change her mind about Akira; he came in because he wanted sweets! Yes, dumplings and sweets! He had the biggest sweet tooth in the whole wide world and he needed to satisfy his craving with sweets! He was not, in any way, thinking of melting all the sweets and dumplings in the shop and drowning Akira in their sticky depths!
"Nishikado-san? Are you alright? You look like... you look like you wanted to kill someone."
Oh no. This wouldn't do at all.
Erasing all menacing thoughts took a lot of effort, but he was able to do it. Smiling now, full of charm and boyish handsomeness he was nearly shining with it, Soujiroh casually flung an arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to his side. Most women would have melted into a puddle of love right now, to be given a chance to be this close to him. Yuki should, at any moment, nosebleed and faint in dead earnest.
But she did neither of these things.
Instead she raised a brow at him - raised a brow at him! - and removed his hold on her.
Removed...!
It was a good thing Soujiroh was a graceful man by nature; else he would've fallen on his face right now.
"Is there really any reason for you to be here?" she asked, folding her arms and tapping her foot in an irritating rhythm. "You haven't said anything yet. Is this--"
"Yo! Yuki-chan!"
And Soujiroh knew for certain that Akira had a death wish. He really, really did.
"Mimasaka-san!" Yuki shrieked, turning all shades of pink and giggling like an idiot.
He grinned at her and, just like what Soujiroh did earlier, flung an arm around her shoulders.
Did she remove it? Oh no. She giggled even more and, if anyone looked closely enough - Soujiroh did, by the way - she appeared to have burrowed further into Akira's side, as if she freakin' belonged there.
"Oh. Soujiroh," Akira said, acknowledging his presence as if an afterthought. He looked at Yuki again. "You ready?"
"For what?" This time, Soujiroh was the one who spoke.
"We're going to watch a movie," Yuki said, smiling ever-so-happily up at his friend, it made Soujiroh want to either vomit or cheerfully maim the sole heir to a Yakuza organization. He was leaning towards the latter, obviously.
"See you later," Akira said, giving him a mock salute.
And then they were gone.
This was the second time Akira had left him with a burning desire to kill without anyone around. The second time that day! Within two hours! It was certainly a record of some sort.
Without thinking, he called five numbers in rapid succession. To all of them, he said the same thing:
"I'll pick you up, beautiful. We're watching a movie."
TBC
Author's notes: I'm sorry, but writing Soujiroh this way is proving to be very therapeutic to me XD Thank you for your reviews, and see you next chapter!