Tenth day!
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Bringing the tenth day of Christmas and ten interruptions. Yo.
[Title] Childhood
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Battle Royale
[Notes/Summary] Yumiko and Mitsuru are interrupted.
"Mitsuru, ssh..." the girl whispers.
"I am," he snaps back. "Chill, okay? Your mum's out -"
"I know, but I think - oh..."
Yumiko's voice fades away as Mitsuru reaches down through the darkness under the covers. She giggles and snuggles closer to him, kissing his neck, and wraps her arms round him.
She doesn't hear the footsteps approaching the bedroom. Mitsuru does, but pretends not to, because there's no way he can stop now.
"Yumi, what are you - oh!"
Yukiko's shriek makes Yumiko sit up. The sheet is tangled under Mitsuru by now and she can't cover herself. Yukiko sees that both her friend and Mitsuru Numai are naked and gives a little squeak.
Then she turns and runs.
"Yuki - Yuki, wait!" Yumiko tries to scramble out of bed, but Mitsuru grabs her wrist.
"You can go after her in a few minutes," he says.
"I... yeah." Yumiko swallows. "I just... I never told her that us... that me and you..."
"Well, she don't have a crush on me too, does she? Ain't a big deal."
Yumiko knows it is, but the reason is far more complicated than the one which Mitsuru's suggesting, and she doesn't think she'll be able to explain it. So, sighing, she lets him pull her back into bed.
[Title] Musical Appreciation
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Battle Royale manga
[Notes/Summary] Toshinori Oda just can't understand the way his class choose to celebrate Christmas. Basic plot suggested by Nik, who borrowed it, apparently, from an episode of Ever-Decreasing Circles.
"Toshinori?"
"What?" Toshinori snapped at his brother, not taking his eyes off the plasma-screen TV.
"I was just gonna ask what happened to your face," Nobunaga said, shoving his hands in his pockets and perching on the edge of the deep red velvet settee.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"O-kay."
Nobunaga drummed his feet against the side of the settee and waited.
"Vulgar oafs, all of them!" Toshinori snapped at last, rolling round so that he was glaring at the back of the sofa.
"Ah. Once again they fail to recognise your innate genius? Did you offer to play them some carols?"
"I don't play carols," Toshinori snapped. "I was simply..." He paused. "How shall I put this? Are you familiar with the ditty Jingle Bell Rock?"
"I... yeah, I think so. I've heard it playing in department stores and stuff."
"Then you're aware of how incredibly annoying it is? How it doesn't deserve to be called music in any way, shape or form? How only philistines would be able to tolerate listening to it for more than a few seconds?"
"Uh..."
"I'm not a philistine, Nobunaga. I refuse to damage my ears with that rubbish. It is vital that my musical hearing is preserved, right? It's just the savages I'm forced to share a classroom with don't get this."
"So... a bunch of your classmates had, what, brought in a CD player or something and were having a little Christmas celebration?"
"They were polluting the air by playing ridiculous songs that could only retard their already pathetic musical development, yes."
"Let me guess. You said all this to their faces."
"Of course not."
"Oh, well, that's -"
"I simply went over and switched off the music, therefore interrupting their juvenile celebrations."
Nobunaga nodded slowly. "Uh-huh. And what did they do then, Toshinori?"
"They switched it back on again."
"And you switched it off?"
"Of course I did! Odas do not give up without a fight!"
"No," Nobunaga said thoughtfully. "You don't, anyway. How many times did this happen?"
"Six."
"And then..."
Toshinori rolled over again, revealing the Santa beard and reindeer antlers drawn on his face. "Then Hatagami and Kuronaga jumped on me and Yahagi attacked me with a marker pen."
"Ah."
"I'll show them," Toshinori growled, curling up, drawing his knees to his chest. "I shall play Christmas music at the concert that will make grown men weep. In years to come I will be famous for my lyrical appreciation of Christmas music. And then those peons shall be ashamed that they even dared play such a ridiculous tune in my hearing."
Nobunaga patted his little brother on the shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. Tell you what, I think I've got some stain remover upstairs. C'mon, let's have another go at getting you back to normal."
Lower lip protruding, Toshinori clambered off the sofa. "I shall be famous."
"Yes."
"And then they'll all be sorry."
[Title] I've Noticed You Around
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Battle Royale manga
[Notes/Summary] Toshinori practises popping the question. Implied Toshinori/Shuuya (why? Whyyyy?)
Squinting at his reflection, Toshinori carefully combed his hair into a neat middle parting. As he did, he forced a smile onto his face that he hoped looked friendly, and swallowed.
"Good morning, Nanahara," he said, trying to keep his voice low. "How are you this fine day? I was wondering, perhaps you would like to..."
He stopped, glowered, shook his head.
Then he roughly backcombed his hair into a pale imitation of Shuuya's gelled-back locks, and attempted to put a daredevil, witty expression on his face. He thought that it made him look as if he'd just been startled by a building exploding or something, but Nanahara and his friends did it, so it must be right.
"Yo," he said. "Yo. Nanahara, my... pal. Wanna come downtown with me and... and experience some... tunes?"
No. Nanahara would suspect some trick. Besides, weren't you supposed to be yourself at times like this?
Scowling, he combed his hair back into its normal style, and faced the mirror again. "Nanahara. I have tickets for a violin recital this evening. I was wondering if you -"
"Toshi?"
Toshinori whirled round as his mother hurried into the room.
"You've been up there for a long time," she said. "You'll be late if you don't hurry!"
"I was busy," Toshinori snapped. "You interrupted me."
"Oh, baby." She hugged him, kissed the top of his head. "I'm sorry."
Toshinori wriggled away, smoothing his hair.
"Oh yes!" his mother said, and he saw she'd spotted the recital tickets lying on the desk. "Did you ask a nice girl to come with you tonight? Have you got an address for the chauffeur?"
Toshinori scowled. "Mother, if you would just let me -"
"Oh, Toshi darling. How silly of me. You always say how none of your little friends like your music. How insensitive of me!"
Toshinori remembered how Nanahara always pretends to fall asleep when he himself played, and how stupid he looks strumming away on that overgrown ukulele, and how all his friends always laugh.
"Yes," he said, telling himself that Nanahara isn't handsome after all, and besides, picking a mate purely on the basis of looks and ignoring the important factor of culture and breeding is, like his father says, ridiculous. "I'm afraid there's no one."
[Title] Subterfuge
[Rating] PG-13
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Kei is pining over Ryu.
Of course there was that one time he nearly found out, and in the worst possible way. She was lying in bed and she couldn't sleep. At first she tried all the sensible stuff, like deep breathing and counting sheep and getting up and walking around for a bit and then going back to bed, but nothing worked.
So she opened her mind to those thoughts, the ones she was trying to hold back by then because they were becoming less of a giggly crush that put a smile on her face on cold days and more of a constant nag, a sour taste, that what she wanted wasn't going to happen. But, she figured, she was so tired that it wouldn't do any harm, right?
And because she was in a bed, it wasn't surprising the thoughts quickly went to one particular place. Nor was it surprising that her fingers went to another particular place. It was a warm night and the room had no windows. She kicked the sheet off, let her head loll back. Her fingers were shaking and she could feel the sweat welling up on her shoulders and neck and chest and she closed her eyes, blocking out the empty room and making her mind work as hard as her hand. He was here with her. He was the one touching her. He was about to kiss her neck, press himself against her, his breath on her cheek, his hair soft on her skin and she was there, she was going to fly, and as she reached it she let her mouth open, let it whisper his name...
The door flew open.
She moved so quickly - years of resistance training, ha ha - that she was almost completely positive that he probably hadn't seen anything.
"Kei, get up - we're under attack!"
Whether he'd heard anything was another matter. But an army storming your accommodation is good for driving little details from people's minds. She was pretty sure he didn't know.
A shame that part of her wished he did.
[Title] Threats
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Tetsuo and Yamagata bicker.
"You think you're so smart." Tetsuo wants to say it in a cool way, but it comes out sounding whiny, and Yamagata just smirks back at him across the Harukiya table and says, "Yeah. So what?"
"One day you'll be sorry!"
"Ooh, I'm so scared."
"I mean it. What the hell's your problem, anyway?"
"I ain't got a problem. You're the one who's got a problem, you can't take a joke."
"Kaneda wouldn't think it's very funny," Tetsuo says, casually.
There's a long silence as they stare at each other.
"You threatening me?" Yamagata whispers at last.
"I'm not threatening you. Just sayin'."
"Sayin' what?"
"You keep treating me like shit, something bad will happen."
"Like what?"
"Like -"
"Hey, move over and let us put this lot down!" Kai says, leaning across and breaking their stare.
Tetsuo knows he should feel relieved, especially as he didn't actually have an answer. But he isn't, he's just angry. Give him time, he'd be able to think up some bad stuff for Yamagata. Just that people keep interrupting.
[Title] Four Minus One
[Rating] PG-13 for cursing and implications of sex
[Fandom] Akira, sequel to the fifth slightly kinky fic. Implied threesome-ness.
Tetsuo has reached Kaneda's dorm a few minutes early. Not because he's got no other plans or anything. The traffic was better than he'd figured, that's all. The building is silent, sun-warmed and filled with kids lazing around. He doesn't feel lazy. He feels irritated.
Kaneda's door is closed. Tetsuo thumps on it. "Kaneda? It's me."
There's no reply, but Tetsuo can hear footsteps and stumbling and someone hissing "Where the hell are my jeans?"
"Ah... hi, Tetsuo," Kaneda says at last. He sounds like he's grinning. "Give me a moment, will ya? I... overslept."
Someone sniggers. Someone else whispers, "I'm serious, where are they?"
"Am I interrupting something?" Tetsuo snaps.
"No, no." Kaneda's still got that grin in his voice. "I'm just trying to find some clothes."
"Is someone else there?"
"No, of course not -"
There's a crash and a yell of pain, followed by the same voice snarling curses. "Fuck that fucking chair to fucking hell, dammit, Kaneda, where the hell are my jeans?"
"I mean... Yama and Kai already got here," Kaneda says at last.
"I figured."
"We weren't doing anything," Yamagata says loudly. "We just got here even earlier."
"Sure."
Tetsuo leans against the door, listening to the laughter and whispering on the other side of it, and glances up and down the empty corridor. He's feeling even more irritated now.
[Title] Feeling Needed
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira movie
[Notes/Summary] Kaori is worried about Tetsuo. (Tetsuo/Kaori.)
She keeps interrupting things. The blind in Tetsuo's room is always down and so the room is always blue with shadow and it's always the same. She knocks on the door and he yells for her to open it, but when she walks in he's standing in the shadows doing something else. Once he was kicking at the walls. Once he was laughing about something and wouldn't explain what. Once he was crying. Once he was leaning out of the window, so far that she shrieked before she could stop herself.
He always grins and acts like he's glad to see her. But she'd trade that for being able to help instead of just interrupting.
[Title] Social Skills
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Battle Royale
[Notes/Summary] Keita muses on friendship past and present.
After much thought, Keita had deduced that the reason people hadn't liked him much in the past was because he'd kept interrupting. He hadn't done it on purpose. It was just that he'd liked talking to people and he'd not seen any reason to keep quiet if people were getting things wrong and didn't realise. Didn't people want to realise when they were making mistakes?
I would.
He'd realised in the end how annoying everyone else found it, and so he'd managed to train himself out of the habit. But then Mimura had come along. And with Mimura, if you had forgotten how to interrupt, you never got to speak at all.
[Title] Running
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Kaneda and Tetsuo's childhood friendship is under strain.
Kaneda is cross. No, he's pissed off - he heard one of the older kids say it and it sounds bigger and stronger in his head than just cross or angry or even furious.
Tetsuo won't stop following him. Following him around in the classroom, at lunch, outside in the playground. Tetsuo won't stop asking if they can play together, even if Kaneda's talking to someone else. Tetsuo keeps interrupting people and everyone's getting even more annoyed - pissed off - with him than usual.
For the last few days Kaneda has been resorting to running away when Tetsuo gets near, and he can run faster, so Tetsuo usually gets left behind. But he can't keep running away, can he? Trouble is, he doesn't know what he could do instead.
[Title] Own Medicine
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Jet Grind Radio
[Notes/Summary] Yo-Yo/Mew. Yo-Yo receives retribution for past crimes.
Mew smells of makeup and strawberries. This is pretty much what Yo-Yo expected, but it doesn't make it any less satisfying. Her mouth is soft and she's supple and warm in his arms as she presses her lips against his. Slowly they stumble backwards, collapse onto the bed. Mew's stocking-clad legs curl around him. She's smiling, stroking his hair, and he reaches down and puts a hand on the patch of skin between stocking and dress -
"Oops!"
Yo-Yo looks round as Gum and Cube stumble theatrically into the room.
"What the -"
"Have we interrupted something, Gum?" Cube says, grinning.
"Why yes, Cube, I believe we have." Gum's smirking. "Oh, Mew, Yo-Yo; I feel simply awful. How rude we must look, bursting in on you."
"Accidentally, of course," Cube chimes in.
"Definitely accidentally."
"Totally."
"Not in any way premediated at all."
"Ironic, really -"
"All right, you've made your point!" Yo-Yo yells, throwing a spray paint can at them.
Mew giggles.
"I don't expect to see you walking in on me in the shower again," Cube says. "Well, we must be off. Carry on, guys."
Bringing the tenth day of Christmas and ten interruptions. Yo.
[Title] Childhood
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Battle Royale
[Notes/Summary] Yumiko and Mitsuru are interrupted.
"Mitsuru, ssh..." the girl whispers.
"I am," he snaps back. "Chill, okay? Your mum's out -"
"I know, but I think - oh..."
Yumiko's voice fades away as Mitsuru reaches down through the darkness under the covers. She giggles and snuggles closer to him, kissing his neck, and wraps her arms round him.
She doesn't hear the footsteps approaching the bedroom. Mitsuru does, but pretends not to, because there's no way he can stop now.
"Yumi, what are you - oh!"
Yukiko's shriek makes Yumiko sit up. The sheet is tangled under Mitsuru by now and she can't cover herself. Yukiko sees that both her friend and Mitsuru Numai are naked and gives a little squeak.
Then she turns and runs.
"Yuki - Yuki, wait!" Yumiko tries to scramble out of bed, but Mitsuru grabs her wrist.
"You can go after her in a few minutes," he says.
"I... yeah." Yumiko swallows. "I just... I never told her that us... that me and you..."
"Well, she don't have a crush on me too, does she? Ain't a big deal."
Yumiko knows it is, but the reason is far more complicated than the one which Mitsuru's suggesting, and she doesn't think she'll be able to explain it. So, sighing, she lets him pull her back into bed.
[Title] Musical Appreciation
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Battle Royale manga
[Notes/Summary] Toshinori Oda just can't understand the way his class choose to celebrate Christmas. Basic plot suggested by Nik, who borrowed it, apparently, from an episode of Ever-Decreasing Circles.
"Toshinori?"
"What?" Toshinori snapped at his brother, not taking his eyes off the plasma-screen TV.
"I was just gonna ask what happened to your face," Nobunaga said, shoving his hands in his pockets and perching on the edge of the deep red velvet settee.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"O-kay."
Nobunaga drummed his feet against the side of the settee and waited.
"Vulgar oafs, all of them!" Toshinori snapped at last, rolling round so that he was glaring at the back of the sofa.
"Ah. Once again they fail to recognise your innate genius? Did you offer to play them some carols?"
"I don't play carols," Toshinori snapped. "I was simply..." He paused. "How shall I put this? Are you familiar with the ditty Jingle Bell Rock?"
"I... yeah, I think so. I've heard it playing in department stores and stuff."
"Then you're aware of how incredibly annoying it is? How it doesn't deserve to be called music in any way, shape or form? How only philistines would be able to tolerate listening to it for more than a few seconds?"
"Uh..."
"I'm not a philistine, Nobunaga. I refuse to damage my ears with that rubbish. It is vital that my musical hearing is preserved, right? It's just the savages I'm forced to share a classroom with don't get this."
"So... a bunch of your classmates had, what, brought in a CD player or something and were having a little Christmas celebration?"
"They were polluting the air by playing ridiculous songs that could only retard their already pathetic musical development, yes."
"Let me guess. You said all this to their faces."
"Of course not."
"Oh, well, that's -"
"I simply went over and switched off the music, therefore interrupting their juvenile celebrations."
Nobunaga nodded slowly. "Uh-huh. And what did they do then, Toshinori?"
"They switched it back on again."
"And you switched it off?"
"Of course I did! Odas do not give up without a fight!"
"No," Nobunaga said thoughtfully. "You don't, anyway. How many times did this happen?"
"Six."
"And then..."
Toshinori rolled over again, revealing the Santa beard and reindeer antlers drawn on his face. "Then Hatagami and Kuronaga jumped on me and Yahagi attacked me with a marker pen."
"Ah."
"I'll show them," Toshinori growled, curling up, drawing his knees to his chest. "I shall play Christmas music at the concert that will make grown men weep. In years to come I will be famous for my lyrical appreciation of Christmas music. And then those peons shall be ashamed that they even dared play such a ridiculous tune in my hearing."
Nobunaga patted his little brother on the shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. Tell you what, I think I've got some stain remover upstairs. C'mon, let's have another go at getting you back to normal."
Lower lip protruding, Toshinori clambered off the sofa. "I shall be famous."
"Yes."
"And then they'll all be sorry."
[Title] I've Noticed You Around
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Battle Royale manga
[Notes/Summary] Toshinori practises popping the question. Implied Toshinori/Shuuya (why? Whyyyy?)
Squinting at his reflection, Toshinori carefully combed his hair into a neat middle parting. As he did, he forced a smile onto his face that he hoped looked friendly, and swallowed.
"Good morning, Nanahara," he said, trying to keep his voice low. "How are you this fine day? I was wondering, perhaps you would like to..."
He stopped, glowered, shook his head.
Then he roughly backcombed his hair into a pale imitation of Shuuya's gelled-back locks, and attempted to put a daredevil, witty expression on his face. He thought that it made him look as if he'd just been startled by a building exploding or something, but Nanahara and his friends did it, so it must be right.
"Yo," he said. "Yo. Nanahara, my... pal. Wanna come downtown with me and... and experience some... tunes?"
No. Nanahara would suspect some trick. Besides, weren't you supposed to be yourself at times like this?
Scowling, he combed his hair back into its normal style, and faced the mirror again. "Nanahara. I have tickets for a violin recital this evening. I was wondering if you -"
"Toshi?"
Toshinori whirled round as his mother hurried into the room.
"You've been up there for a long time," she said. "You'll be late if you don't hurry!"
"I was busy," Toshinori snapped. "You interrupted me."
"Oh, baby." She hugged him, kissed the top of his head. "I'm sorry."
Toshinori wriggled away, smoothing his hair.
"Oh yes!" his mother said, and he saw she'd spotted the recital tickets lying on the desk. "Did you ask a nice girl to come with you tonight? Have you got an address for the chauffeur?"
Toshinori scowled. "Mother, if you would just let me -"
"Oh, Toshi darling. How silly of me. You always say how none of your little friends like your music. How insensitive of me!"
Toshinori remembered how Nanahara always pretends to fall asleep when he himself played, and how stupid he looks strumming away on that overgrown ukulele, and how all his friends always laugh.
"Yes," he said, telling himself that Nanahara isn't handsome after all, and besides, picking a mate purely on the basis of looks and ignoring the important factor of culture and breeding is, like his father says, ridiculous. "I'm afraid there's no one."
[Title] Subterfuge
[Rating] PG-13
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Kei is pining over Ryu.
Of course there was that one time he nearly found out, and in the worst possible way. She was lying in bed and she couldn't sleep. At first she tried all the sensible stuff, like deep breathing and counting sheep and getting up and walking around for a bit and then going back to bed, but nothing worked.
So she opened her mind to those thoughts, the ones she was trying to hold back by then because they were becoming less of a giggly crush that put a smile on her face on cold days and more of a constant nag, a sour taste, that what she wanted wasn't going to happen. But, she figured, she was so tired that it wouldn't do any harm, right?
And because she was in a bed, it wasn't surprising the thoughts quickly went to one particular place. Nor was it surprising that her fingers went to another particular place. It was a warm night and the room had no windows. She kicked the sheet off, let her head loll back. Her fingers were shaking and she could feel the sweat welling up on her shoulders and neck and chest and she closed her eyes, blocking out the empty room and making her mind work as hard as her hand. He was here with her. He was the one touching her. He was about to kiss her neck, press himself against her, his breath on her cheek, his hair soft on her skin and she was there, she was going to fly, and as she reached it she let her mouth open, let it whisper his name...
The door flew open.
She moved so quickly - years of resistance training, ha ha - that she was almost completely positive that he probably hadn't seen anything.
"Kei, get up - we're under attack!"
Whether he'd heard anything was another matter. But an army storming your accommodation is good for driving little details from people's minds. She was pretty sure he didn't know.
A shame that part of her wished he did.
[Title] Threats
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Tetsuo and Yamagata bicker.
"You think you're so smart." Tetsuo wants to say it in a cool way, but it comes out sounding whiny, and Yamagata just smirks back at him across the Harukiya table and says, "Yeah. So what?"
"One day you'll be sorry!"
"Ooh, I'm so scared."
"I mean it. What the hell's your problem, anyway?"
"I ain't got a problem. You're the one who's got a problem, you can't take a joke."
"Kaneda wouldn't think it's very funny," Tetsuo says, casually.
There's a long silence as they stare at each other.
"You threatening me?" Yamagata whispers at last.
"I'm not threatening you. Just sayin'."
"Sayin' what?"
"You keep treating me like shit, something bad will happen."
"Like what?"
"Like -"
"Hey, move over and let us put this lot down!" Kai says, leaning across and breaking their stare.
Tetsuo knows he should feel relieved, especially as he didn't actually have an answer. But he isn't, he's just angry. Give him time, he'd be able to think up some bad stuff for Yamagata. Just that people keep interrupting.
[Title] Four Minus One
[Rating] PG-13 for cursing and implications of sex
[Fandom] Akira, sequel to the fifth slightly kinky fic. Implied threesome-ness.
Tetsuo has reached Kaneda's dorm a few minutes early. Not because he's got no other plans or anything. The traffic was better than he'd figured, that's all. The building is silent, sun-warmed and filled with kids lazing around. He doesn't feel lazy. He feels irritated.
Kaneda's door is closed. Tetsuo thumps on it. "Kaneda? It's me."
There's no reply, but Tetsuo can hear footsteps and stumbling and someone hissing "Where the hell are my jeans?"
"Ah... hi, Tetsuo," Kaneda says at last. He sounds like he's grinning. "Give me a moment, will ya? I... overslept."
Someone sniggers. Someone else whispers, "I'm serious, where are they?"
"Am I interrupting something?" Tetsuo snaps.
"No, no." Kaneda's still got that grin in his voice. "I'm just trying to find some clothes."
"Is someone else there?"
"No, of course not -"
There's a crash and a yell of pain, followed by the same voice snarling curses. "Fuck that fucking chair to fucking hell, dammit, Kaneda, where the hell are my jeans?"
"I mean... Yama and Kai already got here," Kaneda says at last.
"I figured."
"We weren't doing anything," Yamagata says loudly. "We just got here even earlier."
"Sure."
Tetsuo leans against the door, listening to the laughter and whispering on the other side of it, and glances up and down the empty corridor. He's feeling even more irritated now.
[Title] Feeling Needed
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira movie
[Notes/Summary] Kaori is worried about Tetsuo. (Tetsuo/Kaori.)
She keeps interrupting things. The blind in Tetsuo's room is always down and so the room is always blue with shadow and it's always the same. She knocks on the door and he yells for her to open it, but when she walks in he's standing in the shadows doing something else. Once he was kicking at the walls. Once he was laughing about something and wouldn't explain what. Once he was crying. Once he was leaning out of the window, so far that she shrieked before she could stop herself.
He always grins and acts like he's glad to see her. But she'd trade that for being able to help instead of just interrupting.
[Title] Social Skills
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Battle Royale
[Notes/Summary] Keita muses on friendship past and present.
After much thought, Keita had deduced that the reason people hadn't liked him much in the past was because he'd kept interrupting. He hadn't done it on purpose. It was just that he'd liked talking to people and he'd not seen any reason to keep quiet if people were getting things wrong and didn't realise. Didn't people want to realise when they were making mistakes?
I would.
He'd realised in the end how annoying everyone else found it, and so he'd managed to train himself out of the habit. But then Mimura had come along. And with Mimura, if you had forgotten how to interrupt, you never got to speak at all.
[Title] Running
[Rating] G
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Kaneda and Tetsuo's childhood friendship is under strain.
Kaneda is cross. No, he's pissed off - he heard one of the older kids say it and it sounds bigger and stronger in his head than just cross or angry or even furious.
Tetsuo won't stop following him. Following him around in the classroom, at lunch, outside in the playground. Tetsuo won't stop asking if they can play together, even if Kaneda's talking to someone else. Tetsuo keeps interrupting people and everyone's getting even more annoyed - pissed off - with him than usual.
For the last few days Kaneda has been resorting to running away when Tetsuo gets near, and he can run faster, so Tetsuo usually gets left behind. But he can't keep running away, can he? Trouble is, he doesn't know what he could do instead.
[Title] Own Medicine
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Jet Grind Radio
[Notes/Summary] Yo-Yo/Mew. Yo-Yo receives retribution for past crimes.
Mew smells of makeup and strawberries. This is pretty much what Yo-Yo expected, but it doesn't make it any less satisfying. Her mouth is soft and she's supple and warm in his arms as she presses her lips against his. Slowly they stumble backwards, collapse onto the bed. Mew's stocking-clad legs curl around him. She's smiling, stroking his hair, and he reaches down and puts a hand on the patch of skin between stocking and dress -
"Oops!"
Yo-Yo looks round as Gum and Cube stumble theatrically into the room.
"What the -"
"Have we interrupted something, Gum?" Cube says, grinning.
"Why yes, Cube, I believe we have." Gum's smirking. "Oh, Mew, Yo-Yo; I feel simply awful. How rude we must look, bursting in on you."
"Accidentally, of course," Cube chimes in.
"Definitely accidentally."
"Totally."
"Not in any way premediated at all."
"Ironic, really -"
"All right, you've made your point!" Yo-Yo yells, throwing a spray paint can at them.
Mew giggles.
"I don't expect to see you walking in on me in the shower again," Cube says. "Well, we must be off. Carry on, guys."
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