Heya. Next chapter of RTT scheduled tomorrow. I'm excited cause now I have more time to finish my one-shots. Anyways, all of these chapters in this story are just going to an assortment of random drabbles for pairings. If there are numbers missing it's because I'm still working on those.
First up: Kirihara/ Ryoma. Brat Pair.
This one's for you Ciel D. Where's yours? ;)
Warnings: Slash. Yaoi. Language. Fuji's manipulativeness? A mention of Yanagi's data? Whatever.
Note: Sorry for the angst. It's just going to get worse from here. The KevRyo one-shot is about fear of abandonment. I know.
Play with me, but tell me first.
1
When he and Kirihara fight, they fight. Rough handling and well, then fuck you too then's. There are moments when he's almost afraid they will kill each other. But he pulls back, breathes the anger out into the air. They're too alike, really. The same cockiness, the same competitiveness. It's as if they are one person. Sometimes he wishes they could be. It's a weird wish but it's true.
2
Ryoma is afraid of dying. He whispers into the darkness a song of protection. Of victory. But you can't outlive death; you can't outlive the song. Kirihara holds him at night with firm arms. There are lies he could tell but he just says, "I'm here."
And at least Ryoma has that.
3
They run. Ryoma circles, laughing at the picture his boyfriend makes with his hands pumping at his sides. The street is long, the stop sign only inches away. He looks back again and inconspicuously slows. He could win if he wanted to but, well, there's no point. He tilts his head and then Kirihara is touching the sign and yelling, "I won! I won! You owe me, Ryoma."
He remembers what it's like to be a kid.
4
"Ryoma, get in the picture." Fuji beckons, holding his camera up. There is a group behind him. Seigaku, Rikkaidai, Hyotei all bunched together. Everyone is frowning but no one moves. Even Atobe looks resigned. Ryoma wonders how Fuji roped them into taking a picture together. He opens his mouth to make something up but his eyes catch a wave of a hand and he walks over, pushing himself next to a green-eyed boy that smiles when he gets close.
Fuji fiddles with his camera. Someone asks him something. They wait.
"Weird position, huh?"
He starts, shivering at the warmth the body pushed against his contains. He answers slowly, "Definitely."
"Okay, everyone smile or there'll be a lot of interesting videos circulating around your respective schools." Fuji coos.
Everyone smiles so hard it looks painful. But, then, someone is spinning him around, pressing him into a kiss that's almost too good. Ryoma reaches up and twists his hand into dark locks that he wouldn't mind getting lost in. Vaguely, he hears broken whispers and a whistle, but there are only warm lips and a moist mouth in his world now. There's a bright flash that forces his half-lidded eyes shut.
When they break away, after several long minutes, Ryoma asks with a curve of his lips, "Weird position, huh?"
Kirihara laughs. Rubs their foreheads together. Another flash. "Definitely."
5
The summer is hard on them. They sit in tense silences filled with doors closing and books opening. Ryoma kisses Kirihara harder, faster, like he wants to fracture him but doesn't have the time. Yanagi gives stats about the probability of them breaking up. Sometimes they listen.
Mostly they pretend.
6
Kirihara is painfully beautiful in his sleep. He always lies on his side, right hand resting on his cheek like a child. It's innocent. Pure. Ryoma can never bring himself to ruin it even though they're late and Kirihara really doesn't need the rest. He watches, though, and wonders if he'll ever deserve something as untainted as this.
8
"I love you."
Kirihara inhales the air Ryoma breathes like there's nothing else for him. He brushes the honey toned body with soft fingers. He's never rough, not when Ryoma tells him how he feels, but he's not sure what do with this. He tangles their hands together and smiles. It's sad.
"I know."
9
It's pathetic how intoxicated they are with each other. There's never a moment when a lingering glance, a quick peck, won't light up the world with fire. They move like there's nowhere to go but where the other is. Ryoma doesn't get it. Almost hates it, really. But he wouldn't trade it for anything. Well, besides a can of Ponta.
10
"What are you watching?"
Kirihara points to the TV, throwing his head back in childish laughter. "Look at the babies. His brother just bit his hand and started crying-oh, that was great."
Ryoma sits down next him, wrapping the covers over them in their own form of a cocoon. On the screen are two babies rolling on the floor. It's slightly adorable but he doesn't see what's so funny about it. He looks over to bright eyes and loud energy.
"You're such a child." He scoffs but he can't help smiling.
Kirihara returns it. Knows what it really means. "You love it."
12
Ryoma doesn't know when they stopped working. It was a thunderstorm with flashing lights and booming noises. Sudden. Wild. He hadn't known how to stop the falling of them. Didn't even know if he wanted to try.
14
They take drives on Tuesdays. Put everything else aside and go. Ryoma blasts his favorite CD's up loud enough to ruin his ears, humming along softly. They don't talk. Kirihara always looks over, marveling at the way the wind blows through his boyfriend's hair as he throws his head back and smiles. The wind a friend he hardly gets to spend time with. He is perfect and this perfect and he wants to keep it. Wrap it up like a present but never give it away. But, somehow, Kirihara knows he can't.
Sorry for the suckiness.