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apapazukamori : DGM, 14th/Lavi [Cross] : gift
The family prosperity had ended quite thoroughly with Allen Walker.
2.refracting : Silver Diamond, Chigusa/Rakan [Kou, Narushige, Touno] : first times
Rakan's hands were over his, and to Chigusa's dismay, it was proving very distracting from his goal. They were soft hands -- roughened from light labor, but still with such a delicate touch, as if they were tending something inside his body without either of them consciously aware of it. Chigusa's gaze behind the glasses focused on Rakan's face; slightly fuzzy, but his gaze was straight and clear, focused on Chigusa in a way that made him think strange things. Warm things that he had never thought before.
Why were Rakan's eyes always so clear, regardless of the lenses that he used to blur his cursed vision?
"Are you ready to do this?" Rakan said quietly.
How had he taken control? It must have been at some point during his distraction. Chigusa nodded, mute.
Rakan let go of the handlebars and the bicycle tipped straight over.
"Oh no, Chigusa-- Are you okay?!"
There was raucuous high laughter from the sidelines: mostly from Kou, sitting with Narushige in the shadow of the house. "Oh man! What a moron!" the snake crowed, flailing excitedly as if to evoke the image of pounding nonexistent arms against a nonexistent table. "He can't even ride a baiku!"
"A baiku?" Narushige asked, overridden by Rakan's annoyed, "Quiet down over there! He's trying!"
"I could do it better!"
"You don't have arms or legs! It's impossible for you! And the first time you saw my bicycle you bit the tire and I had to get it replaced!"
Chigusa picked himself up slowly, and observed with mild surprise that the fall must have hurt him; a small dark bandage slinking down his arm, feeling vaguely what must have been one slipping over his cheek. He smiled at Rakan. "What did I do wrong?"
Rakan glanced back at him, still slightly annoyed. "You didn't do anything, that was wrong-- You're injured!"
"It doesn't matter," Chigusa assured him, but Rakan reached over anyway and grasped his hand firmly. Immediately he could feel that warmth -- the plant in him responding to the Sanome's touch, the wounds he couldn't feel fading away. The bandages loosened and fell to the ground, already decomposing.
"You don't need to learn how to use a bicycle, you know," Rakan muttered, picking the metal contraption back up and raking his eyes over it with concern. "It's not important. I can just stop taking bike rides if you don't like them."
"It is important," Chigusa said, smiling. "Because Rakan likes it."
So far it had been a mildly trying experience, although Chigusa was determined to keep at it until he had mastered the 'bicycle'. But it was worth it already for the way that Rakan stared at him, flushing and becoming indignant the way he did.
More points for me, Chigusa thought, pleased, for half a second before Touno put him in a headlock.
3.maladaptive : Original, Leon/Zeke : homomorphism
Leon always did math with headphones on. Maybe Bach elevated his consciousness to the level of mathematics. Maybe Linkin Park shut out the background noise and made it easier for him to concentrate. Maybe R.E.M. commanding him to stand in the place where he lived and think about direction was inspiring. Maybe employing the shuffle feature on his vast and eclectic collection of pirated music kept his mind on its metaphorical toes.
Mostly he did it because Zeke did not respect the sanctity of homework, which made his boyfriend a very unfortunate person to also share a dorm with.
He was reminded of all these things the night when his awesome wireless noise-cancelling headphones got crushed.
(Damn skateboarders.)
"What are you doing?"
"Homework."
Zeke was lying on his back on the bed, head pillowed on a blanket and tossing a hackysack into the air; they'd hiked the beds up to their maximum height, so his head was a few inches above Leon's when he was sitting at his desk. This, unfortunately, provided him with the perfect vantage point for spying and being annoying.
"Come on, I don't go blind until January. I can tell. You're doing math, too." He pointed from his eyes to the paper. "What sort of math."
Leon raked his hair back from his eyes. "Algebra. Homomorphism."
"Homomorphism?" Zeke's lips twitched up into a fleeting grin. "What's that, like--"
"Fag math?" Leon asked drolly. "No one's ever thought of that one before. Good job!"
Zeke deflated, in an almost puppy-like display of disappointment at having the wind stolen from his sails. Despite his exotic Indian appearance, he'd been raised out in America's stupid heartland, and simple things like gay jokes made his day. He recovered well. "Don't be ridiculous, babe. Numbers can't be gay."
Leon rolled his eyes and tried to settle back into his equations. If only he could do complex equations from the bottom of a lake, he thought. It'd be nice and quiet there. Unfortunately, his books weren't waterproof, he wouldn't be able to write underwater, and Zeke was a serpent so it wouldn't stop him.
"Seriously. What's homomorphism? I'm smart, I can take it."
"Even if I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand the purpose or applications of it," Leon muttered to his notebook.
Zeke sighed loudly. "You're killing me here."
Leon straightened out and he said, "The simplified dictionary definition is a transformation of one set into another that preserves in the second set the operations between the members of the first set." He lifted his eyebrows. Is the big baby happy now?
The other man scratched his jaw and then admitted, "That sounds incredibly pointless."
It was Leon's turn to sigh. It wasn't that he didn't love Zeke. He did. It was just hard to love him and math at the same time.
"...why are you even working so hard? It's not like finals are coming up or anything."
"Zeke," he said calmly. "I'm going to need you to do something for me."
The dark-skinned man perked up a bit. "Sure, babe. What?"
"I'm going to need you to take your jeep out and find a 24-hour electronics store." Leon unchained his wallet from his jeans and handed it to Zeke without looking up. "Get me a new pair of wireless noise-cancelling headphones."
4.terrykun : KH, [Demyx, Zexion, Lexaeus] : Demyx in Sforzando
It's a world of musical elitists!
5.p_sky : DGM, Kanda/Lenalee and Komui : holiday
The squeaking noise was what gave Komui away.
6.hashire : DGM, Kanda/Lenalee : caught in a snowstorm
'I wish Lavi were here.' 'I don't.'
7.sakusha : Loveless, Soubi/Ritsuka [Yuiko, Kio] : Christmas cookies
Ritsuka's ears flattened against his head as he opened the oven, allowing the scent of the latest failed batch of cookies to fill the air. A distressed moan escaped Yuiko, behind him, and she also looked crestfallen, ears flat, with disappointment rather than displeasure.
"That's the third try," he said with an irritated sigh, drawing the sheet out of the oven. How can someone be good at making jam and bad at making cookies? Aren't cookies easier?
He had no idea what making jam entailed, but Yuiko's unhappiness gave him the impression that she'd thought she'd be better at it, too. "I'm sorry, Ritsuka-kun," she said, still downcast, as she looked over the ruined cookies. "Making you help me bake Christmas cookies, even though they're for you..."
Ritsuka bit down on the urge to tell her she shouldn't be giving him cookies in the first place. Something in her earnest desire to please, even to the extent of enlisting the help of the same person she wanted to please...
It reminded him of himself.
No.
It reminded him of the name Loveless.
No.
Ritsuka said distantly, "It's not a big deal. Look, this time we'll try--"
"Oh, for god's sake."
They looked up at Kio, who had his hands on his hips around his work apron, paint on his face and hands.
"K, Kaidou-san...?" Yuiko said mildly. She seemed surprised to see him, which was odd considering that she had been the one who wanted to do the cooking in Soubi's loft in the first place, so the presence of his only friend his own age shouldn't have been unusual.
Ritsuka wished he knew when she'd decided to start socializing with Soubi outside of when they ran into him together.
"Let me help you," Kio said impatiently, stepping past Ritsuka into the kitchen and nudging the boy out the door. There wasn't enough room for all three of them in the kitchen area.
Kio creeped Ritsuka out slightly, so he was happy to take his leave. He found himself wandering towards Soubi, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a nearly-blank canvas flat in front of him.
Ritsuka said, "You don't seem to have gotten much done."
"It's hard for me when there are so many people having fun nearby," Soubi said, oblique.
Ritsuka frowned at him. "This is fun?" he asked dubiously, but Soubi had already swung around to give him a pleasant smile.
"If Ritsuka commanded me to paint, on the other hand..."
Instinct made Ritsuka bristle, and he hissed, "Don't talk like that in front of--!" He glanced anxiously at the other two, but they were bent over the counter; he could hear Kio's voice, even and patient, and see Yuiko's head bobbing in understanding.
When he turned back, Soubi was watching him, and he smiled. "If I knew that cookies were all it took to win your affections, I would have baked some to give you for Christmas."
"Shut up!"
"I guess it isn't too late to start..."
"Just paint something! Pervert." Ritsuka could feel himself turning bright red.
Soubi just kept smiling at him, incorrigible. "I don't feel like it," he said, cheerful.
8.sorceressakemi : KH, Another Side, Axel/Roxas [Yuffie] : holiday
Is it just me, or is this whole holiday season thing much less interesting when you know you're not on Santa's nice list?
9.libekory : Persona 3, Akihiko/Mitsuru : Japanese Christmas date
It felt a little like being naked. In front of Mitsuru.
X.saave : FFXII, Fran [Balthier] : holiday
'tis the winter solstice.
apapazukamori : DGM, 14th/Lavi [Cross] : giftThe family prosperity had ended quite thoroughly with Allen Walker.
2.
refracting : Silver Diamond, Chigusa/Rakan [Kou, Narushige, Touno] : first timesRakan's hands were over his, and to Chigusa's dismay, it was proving very distracting from his goal. They were soft hands -- roughened from light labor, but still with such a delicate touch, as if they were tending something inside his body without either of them consciously aware of it. Chigusa's gaze behind the glasses focused on Rakan's face; slightly fuzzy, but his gaze was straight and clear, focused on Chigusa in a way that made him think strange things. Warm things that he had never thought before.
Why were Rakan's eyes always so clear, regardless of the lenses that he used to blur his cursed vision?
"Are you ready to do this?" Rakan said quietly.
How had he taken control? It must have been at some point during his distraction. Chigusa nodded, mute.
Rakan let go of the handlebars and the bicycle tipped straight over.
"Oh no, Chigusa-- Are you okay?!"
There was raucuous high laughter from the sidelines: mostly from Kou, sitting with Narushige in the shadow of the house. "Oh man! What a moron!" the snake crowed, flailing excitedly as if to evoke the image of pounding nonexistent arms against a nonexistent table. "He can't even ride a baiku!"
"A baiku?" Narushige asked, overridden by Rakan's annoyed, "Quiet down over there! He's trying!"
"I could do it better!"
"You don't have arms or legs! It's impossible for you! And the first time you saw my bicycle you bit the tire and I had to get it replaced!"
Chigusa picked himself up slowly, and observed with mild surprise that the fall must have hurt him; a small dark bandage slinking down his arm, feeling vaguely what must have been one slipping over his cheek. He smiled at Rakan. "What did I do wrong?"
Rakan glanced back at him, still slightly annoyed. "You didn't do anything, that was wrong-- You're injured!"
"It doesn't matter," Chigusa assured him, but Rakan reached over anyway and grasped his hand firmly. Immediately he could feel that warmth -- the plant in him responding to the Sanome's touch, the wounds he couldn't feel fading away. The bandages loosened and fell to the ground, already decomposing.
"You don't need to learn how to use a bicycle, you know," Rakan muttered, picking the metal contraption back up and raking his eyes over it with concern. "It's not important. I can just stop taking bike rides if you don't like them."
"It is important," Chigusa said, smiling. "Because Rakan likes it."
So far it had been a mildly trying experience, although Chigusa was determined to keep at it until he had mastered the 'bicycle'. But it was worth it already for the way that Rakan stared at him, flushing and becoming indignant the way he did.
More points for me, Chigusa thought, pleased, for half a second before Touno put him in a headlock.
3.
maladaptive : Original, Leon/Zeke : homomorphismLeon always did math with headphones on. Maybe Bach elevated his consciousness to the level of mathematics. Maybe Linkin Park shut out the background noise and made it easier for him to concentrate. Maybe R.E.M. commanding him to stand in the place where he lived and think about direction was inspiring. Maybe employing the shuffle feature on his vast and eclectic collection of pirated music kept his mind on its metaphorical toes.
Mostly he did it because Zeke did not respect the sanctity of homework, which made his boyfriend a very unfortunate person to also share a dorm with.
He was reminded of all these things the night when his awesome wireless noise-cancelling headphones got crushed.
(Damn skateboarders.)
"What are you doing?"
"Homework."
Zeke was lying on his back on the bed, head pillowed on a blanket and tossing a hackysack into the air; they'd hiked the beds up to their maximum height, so his head was a few inches above Leon's when he was sitting at his desk. This, unfortunately, provided him with the perfect vantage point for spying and being annoying.
"Come on, I don't go blind until January. I can tell. You're doing math, too." He pointed from his eyes to the paper. "What sort of math."
Leon raked his hair back from his eyes. "Algebra. Homomorphism."
"Homomorphism?" Zeke's lips twitched up into a fleeting grin. "What's that, like--"
"Fag math?" Leon asked drolly. "No one's ever thought of that one before. Good job!"
Zeke deflated, in an almost puppy-like display of disappointment at having the wind stolen from his sails. Despite his exotic Indian appearance, he'd been raised out in America's stupid heartland, and simple things like gay jokes made his day. He recovered well. "Don't be ridiculous, babe. Numbers can't be gay."
Leon rolled his eyes and tried to settle back into his equations. If only he could do complex equations from the bottom of a lake, he thought. It'd be nice and quiet there. Unfortunately, his books weren't waterproof, he wouldn't be able to write underwater, and Zeke was a serpent so it wouldn't stop him.
"Seriously. What's homomorphism? I'm smart, I can take it."
"Even if I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand the purpose or applications of it," Leon muttered to his notebook.
Zeke sighed loudly. "You're killing me here."
Leon straightened out and he said, "The simplified dictionary definition is a transformation of one set into another that preserves in the second set the operations between the members of the first set." He lifted his eyebrows. Is the big baby happy now?
The other man scratched his jaw and then admitted, "That sounds incredibly pointless."
It was Leon's turn to sigh. It wasn't that he didn't love Zeke. He did. It was just hard to love him and math at the same time.
"...why are you even working so hard? It's not like finals are coming up or anything."
"Zeke," he said calmly. "I'm going to need you to do something for me."
The dark-skinned man perked up a bit. "Sure, babe. What?"
"I'm going to need you to take your jeep out and find a 24-hour electronics store." Leon unchained his wallet from his jeans and handed it to Zeke without looking up. "Get me a new pair of wireless noise-cancelling headphones."
4.
terrykun : KH, [Demyx, Zexion, Lexaeus] : Demyx in SforzandoIt's a world of musical elitists!
5.
p_sky : DGM, Kanda/Lenalee and Komui : holidayThe squeaking noise was what gave Komui away.
6.
hashire : DGM, Kanda/Lenalee : caught in a snowstorm'I wish Lavi were here.' 'I don't.'
7.
sakusha : Loveless, Soubi/Ritsuka [Yuiko, Kio] : Christmas cookiesRitsuka's ears flattened against his head as he opened the oven, allowing the scent of the latest failed batch of cookies to fill the air. A distressed moan escaped Yuiko, behind him, and she also looked crestfallen, ears flat, with disappointment rather than displeasure.
"That's the third try," he said with an irritated sigh, drawing the sheet out of the oven. How can someone be good at making jam and bad at making cookies? Aren't cookies easier?
He had no idea what making jam entailed, but Yuiko's unhappiness gave him the impression that she'd thought she'd be better at it, too. "I'm sorry, Ritsuka-kun," she said, still downcast, as she looked over the ruined cookies. "Making you help me bake Christmas cookies, even though they're for you..."
Ritsuka bit down on the urge to tell her she shouldn't be giving him cookies in the first place. Something in her earnest desire to please, even to the extent of enlisting the help of the same person she wanted to please...
It reminded him of himself.
No.
It reminded him of the name Loveless.
No.
Ritsuka said distantly, "It's not a big deal. Look, this time we'll try--"
"Oh, for god's sake."
They looked up at Kio, who had his hands on his hips around his work apron, paint on his face and hands.
"K, Kaidou-san...?" Yuiko said mildly. She seemed surprised to see him, which was odd considering that she had been the one who wanted to do the cooking in Soubi's loft in the first place, so the presence of his only friend his own age shouldn't have been unusual.
Ritsuka wished he knew when she'd decided to start socializing with Soubi outside of when they ran into him together.
"Let me help you," Kio said impatiently, stepping past Ritsuka into the kitchen and nudging the boy out the door. There wasn't enough room for all three of them in the kitchen area.
Kio creeped Ritsuka out slightly, so he was happy to take his leave. He found himself wandering towards Soubi, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a nearly-blank canvas flat in front of him.
Ritsuka said, "You don't seem to have gotten much done."
"It's hard for me when there are so many people having fun nearby," Soubi said, oblique.
Ritsuka frowned at him. "This is fun?" he asked dubiously, but Soubi had already swung around to give him a pleasant smile.
"If Ritsuka commanded me to paint, on the other hand..."
Instinct made Ritsuka bristle, and he hissed, "Don't talk like that in front of--!" He glanced anxiously at the other two, but they were bent over the counter; he could hear Kio's voice, even and patient, and see Yuiko's head bobbing in understanding.
When he turned back, Soubi was watching him, and he smiled. "If I knew that cookies were all it took to win your affections, I would have baked some to give you for Christmas."
"Shut up!"
"I guess it isn't too late to start..."
"Just paint something! Pervert." Ritsuka could feel himself turning bright red.
Soubi just kept smiling at him, incorrigible. "I don't feel like it," he said, cheerful.
8.
sorceressakemi : KH, Another Side, Axel/Roxas [Yuffie] : holidayIs it just me, or is this whole holiday season thing much less interesting when you know you're not on Santa's nice list?
9.
libekory : Persona 3, Akihiko/Mitsuru : Japanese Christmas dateIt felt a little like being naked. In front of Mitsuru.
X.
saave : FFXII, Fran [Balthier] : holiday'tis the winter solstice.
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And re: the Loveless piece, I am shocked that I actually like Ritsuka and Soubi there since Soubi has that bad habit of giving me the creeps. That little exchange was adorable, though.
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Oh lordy.