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flowmotion2013-05-28 11:10 pm
divergence) wrote in flowmotion2013-05-28 11:10 pm
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This is just a catch-all place for the random drabbles that I'll be attempting to write whenever I get the chance to write them. There's going to be a variety of fandoms, possible crossovers and numerous AUs that will probably come from an existing list or just pop into my head on a whim. Can't guarantee anything will make sense here but I'm just trying to get back into the swing of writing in general. |
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So why didn't it feel that way anymore?
The first month had been the typical notes here and there whenever they could pass them along. Texting wasn't something allowed during classes but there'd been a thrill every time they had managed to get one through without getting caught, either by the teacher or the snotty pet that would always rat out the troublemakers just to get on the favorable side. And stolen glances to see the guaranteed goofy smile and slight blush made the risk worth it.
But as the months passed and comfort began to settle in, the need for love notes and constant texts and phone calls faded away. The feeling of knowing they owned a part of each other that no one else could have gave them a sense of security. There were still exchanges, soft smiles and affectionate touches, but that need of assurance that this was real and happening disappeared.
Or so was the thought.
Because before they knew it, exchanges began to stop all together and gazes were only met in passing before being stolen away by separate groups of friends with differing interests. The rare times they were together had been spent in silence, a slight tension of unease in the air before they parted ways. The string had become taut with doubts and insecurities and the knowledge that maybe it wasn't love at first sight at all.
Now the only fluttering felt was from anxiety of getting to the next planned event, the only pulses racing was from adrenaline of running along the beach side and sweat coming from after a skateboarding session with friends.
The only similarity left was where their gazes would fall, and more often than not it'd be to the skies, a distant feeling of longing tugging at the string that still connects them.
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He'd gotten accustomed to the term a long time ago when he went out on his first mission that took a wrong turn. One that he hasn't forgotten since he wanted to prevent such things from happening in future missions but not everything can go the way one wants it to. Eventually he'd learn to become better prepared or improvise.
But when he'd come home that night after a simple little hit-and-run mission, nothing could have prepared him for the disaster that was his kitchen.
"..Roxas?"
Shoulders tensed at the call of his name, knowing that he'd been caught in the act when his initial intention was to have everything done and clean before the other stepped foot inside their home. Their new home that they had just moved into not a couple months ago. A home that had a nice pristine kitchen that wasn't so pristine at this moment with splatters of an unknown sauce across the stove top, a charred lump still burning in a pan near the sink and various pots and half used ingredients over the counters.
And in the middle of it all, a flustered blond standing next to the sink with a stained apron on his person.
Upon hearing his name, Roxas cautiously turned around, almost fearful of seeing Riku's expression at seeing how his kitchen was now. Because from the very beginning he had said that he was no real cook and that he'd be more than happy to leave it all to the other. But he never said that he was this bad, that the best thing he could probably do was toast bread and use the microwave for heating. So for him to step into the kitchen and try to actually make a meal for his lover was a huge step up. Unfortunately it didn't turn out the way he hoped.
"Um, hey. You're, uh... home early."
"Yeah, it was a simple site observation. The trip took longer to make than the actual job." As Riku said all this, he eyed the entire place, taking in all the chaos that had happened while he'd been away for not even a day. Part of him wanted to smack his palm to his forehead, wondering what in the world made the blond do this to the kitchen. "Looks like you've been busy."
"Ah, yeah. Sorry about all this. I'll.. get started on the clean up."
But seeing that embarrassed expression on the other's face, the slight flush on his cheeks, he can't help but feel endeared to the fact that Roxas probably wanted to surprise him with a nice meal for once.
And knowing that just brings a small smile to his lips.
"Roxas, c'mere." Once the blond was in reach, he pulled him into his embrace, a chaste kiss to his temple. His smile widened when he felt arms wrap around his waist and hearing a mumbled "welcome home" from him.
"It's good to be home."
Despite it only being a day since being away, his words were sincere. To have this feeling after so long of being alone with nothing but the mission and his partner to work with, having this was new and comforting yet invigorating at the same time. It made him remember the resolve he'd made a long time ago, to not give up and that whenever he found that special something (or someone), to protect it with everything of his being.
After a moment, Riku pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against Roxas' with that smile still on his face.
"I'll cook something and we'll clean up together."
He could see the debate rising up in deep blues, knowing that there was a potential protest on his hands, but he saw the resignation before the sigh escaped.
"Okay."
He'd been warned that this domestic life was something that he shouldn't get used to, but how could he not when he'd finally found that special one?
It's simple. I can't.
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Shiraishi blinked, not entirely fazed that the box was snatched from his line of sight, it being an ongoing occurrence for the last couple of years now. If he were honest, he should expect it to happen every single time because one of his teammates won’t fail in teasing him about receiving a small box of chocolates from another admirer. And since Kenya was in the same class as himself, his best friend got first dibs before Yuuji and Koharu caught up to them during break.
The tennis captain just gave a wry smile, not even going to fight in getting the box back. There wouldn’t be a point since either Kenya would eat it himself or he would give it to Kintarou as a reward for good behavior. As much as he didn’t want to upset another’s feelings, receiving something in such a way was something he didn’t particularly like either.
And true to it, the speedster helped himself to the small chocolates inside.
“I don’t know why you keep accepting them if you’re not gonna eat them yourself,” Kenya somehow managed to say around a piece. “Not that I’m complaining!”
Shiraishi’s expression was a mixture of amusement and disgust at his best friend, a slight delay in replying to the question. Because if he were honest, he wasn’t sure why himself. Glancing out the window, he finally responded, “Who knows.”
Maybe I’m waiting for the right one.
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“You could let up on it every once in a while, you know.”
The main culprit behind all the white just grinned, not even surprised to be getting a visitor as he watched over the children having their fun. As a Guardian, he had to be make sure he was taking his duties seriously, didn’t he? Otherwise there’d be no fun until North did his thing in a few weeks. Besides, he liked getting on Bunny’s nerves as much as possible.
“Aw Tooth! You know you love it just as much,” Jack teased as he turned to look at his fellow Guardian. “Besides, think of all the teeth you get to collect.”
Right on que, Toothiana lit up at the prospect of getting the children’s teeth, keeping their memories safe for whenever they needed them if they did. She snapped out of her thoughts at the light chuckle from Jack, a bit of pink spreading across her cheeks. “Hey! Don’t play that card on me!”
Jack apologized with the least amount of repentance as he could muster, smile widening at her huff of mock annoyance.
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There was a certain tempo that the person had to keep, a rhythm that would keep the momentum going.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, it was sometimes hard to keep that rhythm, but for Roxas it spurred him on. The drive of competition and the desire to win kept the adrenaline high as he followed up on the ball when it strayed slightly, getting it back on track after a couple of hits. He’d lost count of how many hits he had managed but he knew either Olette or Pence were keeping track for him despite their cheering.
When it finally came to a point where he couldn’t keep it up with it anymore, he gave it one last hit before letting it fall to the ground.
Catching his breath, Roxas turned challenging eyes to his fellow blond who had stood by with an irritated expression on his face. Although he knew that Hayner couldn’t be truly upset, he knew that the other had a competitive streak a mile wide and wouldn’t take this lying down. Just what he expected. It wouldn’t be fun otherwise.
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Rounds of laughter echoed in the night, accompanying the crackle of the campfire that the group of them sat around. Most of them had a pipe in hand while a few others were doing various other things such as sharpening blade edges or carving blocks of wood that had been picked up through the forests. Despite the weariness that were apparent on all of their faces, the amusement was appreciated as well.
Although the sounds of laughter were preferred, Bilbo wished it wasn’t always at his expense, as it currently was. Then again, he figured that he was the easiest target of the youngest Durin’s mischief. And possibly the funniest reaction out of any of the Company.
“It’s alright, Mr. Boggins! We know this suits you much better!”
Hands went up to touch what had been placed on his head, and while he had a vague idea what it could be, he knew that neither of the Heirs knew how to properly weave a flower crown to save their lives. So how did they manage one despite the scarce amount of flowers they’ve encountered plus the minuscule knowledge of actually weaving one was lost on him. Though the deep chuckles from the hunched over wizard may have played a part.
Bilbo grumbled, very tempted to take the crown off but knowing that he can’t because he was a proper Hobbit and would it be rude to do such a thing. Despite the embarrassment, the irresistible pull of a smile on his lips made him laugh along with the others, glad to feel like he was really part of the Company.
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The buzz signalling that the doors were closing caused a panic to rush through him, making him put on an extra burst of speed so that he wouldn’t miss the train. And he definitely did not want to miss this one as it was the last for the night and he couldn’t quite afford to take a taxi again. Although he could just walk home, the trek was a long one and at the end of the cycle, all he really wanted to do was drop down and sleep the next day away.
With barely a second to spare, Onodera managed to get on before the doors closed right behind him. His sigh of relief was cut short when the train began to move and he hadn’t managed to get his balance for the abruptness. So he’d been fully prepared for the fall, if it hadn’t been for the firm grasp on his upper arm keeping him upright.
Once the train was well on its way, Onodera managed to straighten up with the other’s help. “Thank you--” His words were cut short though when he saw who it was.
Sharp hazel eyes looked at him, grip not wavering in the least despite the light tugs the younger man was making.
“Um, Takano-san, you can let go of me now.” His tugs became more persistent when it was apparent that the other wasn’t letting go any time soon. As the seconds ticked by, he realized that the flush on his face wasn’t because of his sprint anymore but from the prolonged contact and the proximity of his boss.
Takano didn’t say anything at first, just staring at the embarrassed expression on the other’s face. Another beat later though, “You should just hold my hand so that you don’t have to worry about missing the train.” As he said this, his hand traveled down to Onodera’s hand and gripped it to emphasize his point, a hint of a smile on his face.
A squawk sounded from the younger, face flushing even more at the implications.