Disclaimer: Merely borrowing existing characters to pass time. Something like that. No monetary gain whatsoever.
Quasi Una Fantasia
a repository of drabbles, vignettes, one-shots, etc
responses to challenges or prompts, usually from LJ communities dormantmuses or 31days.
title mooched from the works of Beethoven, which was the inspiration for one of the entries here.
Who's the Man
dormant muses community activity / challenge
Dear Santa Anonymous Request Challenge
Request as follows: "who's the man?" Kiyora, Mine
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The Uraken chinese place nearby the Momogaoka Music Academy was plastered with various posters of the famous RS orchestra, both current and former ones. There was even a sort of shrine for the founding members, many of whom special value meals were named after. These talented individuals have sprung from the elite group, some of them pursuing their dreams in shores far from Japan. Notable was the simple poster that announced a certain Roux Marlett orchestra performance, and the near-legendary Chiaki Shinichi, the original conductor of RS. It wasn't the only poster there that wasn't written with the familiar scripts of Nihongo.
A more prominent spread was tacked up beside it, a blaze of red velvet and the flamboyant arc of a slim tanned limb drawing back mid-bowing, a wealth of ebony forever captured as a shimmery curtain billowing open to reveal the exquisite visage of the sublime muse of music. Almost beyond the human instinct to quantify and sort, it was merely the slight curves on her lithe body that screamed her gender, never mind the no-nonsense slacks she wore. The Oriental Red Ruby, the co-founder of RS orchestra, Miki Kiyora. . . with the merest touch of sunlight, she ignites into living fire. An ocean and a continent away, Mine Ryuutaro still basked under her light.
"Kiyora-chan," he murmured with utter adoration. This was obeisance he gave, regular as clock work, morning, noon, and evening. It usually preceded a meal. He would rub his face rather vigorously on the glossy surface of the poster, and plunk himself in front of food (in this case, lunch), and sigh through most of the meal, daydreaming about the wide-open future and the eventual transection of their respective paths. In between, he would go to graduate school or to practice, be it with his beloved orchestra or by himself. He was true to his word, after all. He did keep to busy to even consider cheating on her. (Not that he would dare in the first place. She did pack a mean right hook.)
"What is he doing, anyway?" Noriyuki Takahashi finally asked, resident concertmaster of RS, who had a short-lived rivalry with the pictured woman.
"Fangirling," Sakura said, with a sigh. "Something about a ritual for the preservation of fated love."
"Fangirling?"
"Well, fanboy, if you want to be politically correct about it."
"For that woman?" Takahashi did not recall his predecessor with the fondest of memories.
"You should see him when they have their weekly conversation. Mine-kun tends to fall apart during overseas phone calls, despite what he says."
"You're kidding. . . What's so special about that asexual, dispassionate, man-robot?"
"What did you say!" Mine demanded, abruptly cut-off from his sweet imaginings.
Masumi Okuyama watched as the bleach-blond jumped on the concertmaster.
"He can be manly sometimes, I suppose," the timpanist remarked amidst battlecries in the background. "For Kiyora's sake, I'm a little relieved."
"Take it back, you little– " Mine was practically breathing fire. "Take it back or I'll serve you up for Christmas dinner! Roasted duck, you—Do it!"
"I always did wonder who wore the pants in that relationship. . ." Masumi continued musing aloud. "Not that I particularly care about prescribed norms and such."
"Yeah, that's what I said! Who's the man? Who's the man, you little punk?"
Which was basically the last intelligible thing he had to say before the wobbling Takehashi scissor-kicked him and proceeded to wrestle with his fellow violinist. Eventually, Masumi joined in—he never strayed too far away when the self-absorbed Takahashi was having a disagreement with somebody—when the golden name of Chiaki Shinichi somehow got thrown into the mix.
(Sakura sneaked away at some point, her conscience clear. By experience, she was usually pretty powerless when the three man, despite of their usual images, started flexing their muscles at each other.)
15:54 121407
Index:
1. Who's the Man / Kiyora, Mine, others RS members / G
2. Modern Inconvenience / Chiaki introspective on Nodame / G
3. The Sleeper / Chiaki, Nodame one-shot, future / PG
4. Almost Fantasies / Chiaki, Nodame one-shot / G
5. Dreams of / Chiaki (and Nodame) vignette / on Nodame / PG
6. Euphemisms / Chiaki, Nodame one-shot, future / T
7. Grounded / Chiaki Shinichi, Masayuki, Nodame / one-shot, future / PG
8. The Great Kotatsu Pile-up / The entire gang in France + Masumi and Mine / vignette / G
9. Pinnacle of a Lifetime / Chiaki, Tanya, Kuroki, Frank / future fic / vignette / G
10. On Proofreading and Friendlocking / Chiaki, Nodame, Masumi / vignette / PG 13
11. Know Your Role / Chiaki, Nodame, Elise, unnamed OC / vignette / PG 13