swing 1: myth.
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Sasagawa Ryohei knew a lot more than he was given credit for. He didn't always understand what he knew, but that was only to be expected; he wasn't exactly the brightest person there was.
He did know, however, that there were many things that simply weren't real, things that were lies. Things like there being a sport greater than boxing, things more EXTREME than his life and his friends, and things like Kyoko not being the most amazing, beautiful, cute little sister that ever existed.
Stupid things like those sappy romance stories Kyoko liked him to watch with her, where the man and woman know from the very beginning that they are "destined to be together", or something like that. He usually didn't actually pay attention to the movies, something that sometimes made him feel guilty when Kyoko asked him out he had liked the movie.
But he can guess the moment where his life turned into one of the seemingly stupid romance movies where the hero(-ine?) falls in love with her "destined one" at first sight. Maybe it wasn't quite like that, but the first time he saw Yamamoto Takeshi fight, he felt in his gut that the man crossing swords with the Varia rain candidate was the person for him.
A feeling that startled him, to say the least, because Yamamoto Takeshi just so happened to be a guy. And not even a pretty one, like Gokudera or Sawada; Yamamoto was about as much of a man as he was.
But he moved like a serpent, or like a bird, flitting through the water with only the tiniest of ripples, movements the boxer couldn't catch for the life of him. Ryohei decided to think of it as a passing attraction to another worthy opponent—'cause there was no way he liked Yamamoto Takeshi.
And there was even less of a way that he was in love with the guy.
Yeah, this was just him being excited that there was now someone else who'd be a challenge to fight. Ryohei grinned and pumped the air with his fist excitedly. This wasn't a cheesy romance movie or anything like that, 'cause there was just not a chance of anything happening.
The weird flutter in his gut was most definitely not butterflies when Yamamoto smiled, and the stupid heat reaching the tip of his ears was just him being extremely happy to see his friend.
Love at first sight was definitely a myth. Ryohei had always figured that; he had always known that. Hollywood had shown him that.
But Yamamoto Takeshi was proving everything Sasagawa Ryohei knew as right, wrong.
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Alright! This is just a 8033 (YamamotoRyohei, for you people who don't know what the number for Ryohei is), fic collection. c: It makes me so happy to finally be writing this .. but it's not a popular couple, 'cause … Ryohei's not a super popular character, unfortunately. –aw- But because I love him (and Yamamoto) … I'm gonna try this pairing out. Crack pairings rule my soul … no joke … xD;
I've got so much other stuff I'm working on, too, hahi … being sick really takes a lot out of a person. .__.; But I'm hoping I'll get this little series done soon! Yeah. I've already got two and a half chapters, sooo .. I'm inspired.
Well, if you're curious for more 8033 … stick around! C: I hope to make it worthwhile.
manrii.