Falling Together

Because, even though I didn't want to start anything else as I've already got too much on my plate, this idea saw me walking down the street and tackled me to the ground(it hurt).

Besides...

I haven't seen this idea before. And it will make use of not yet another dream, but one of those sudden mental images that floated through my mind right before I fell asleep. I wanted to use it somewhere. And the stunningly clear fanart-esque mind-picture I got today looks like the best place to do so. n-n;

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Disclaimer: Think about it... Seriously?

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, AU, semi-schoolfic.

I really can't tell what this should be rated. Since there's no actual sex scenes, just mentions of "the deed", and I'm not letting myself go all out on the language, I'm going to keep it at PG-13... Or whatever the fanfiction equivalent is. :sweatdrop:

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"Rath!" There was the sticky click of a jammed lock finally giving in to its key, and a whitewashed door flew open, slamming the already dented wall.

"Rath!" The voice called again, a tinge of annoyance attaching itself to the familiar name. "Rath, I got out of class and I want to sleep," it continued pleadingly, "And if you're doing Cesia, I want to know so I can pass out in the hallway instead."

"No threats of gorging out your retinas this time?"

Thats removed his hand from over his tightly closed eyes.

"Oh. Hello, Rune."

The blonde was seated calmly on the sofa they had rescued from someone's bulk-items-trash and lugged back to the dorm room, an open text book in front of him.

Thats glanced around the small room.

"...So Rath's not here?"

"And neither is Cesia," Rune added in with a dash of irritation, debating the merits of strangling his roommate over the notes he accidentally tore when Thats slammed the door open.

"Oh. Good." He dropped his bag on the floor where he stood, carelessly kicked the door closed, and collapsed on the couch, forcing Rune to scoot over to make way for his body.

"Thats," Rune sighed, smoothing down as best he could his already rumpled notes and standing, "I know you want to sleep, but you're going to have to leave. Or at least move."

The other sighed.

"Mmmph," he stretched out to his full length on the protesting sofa, "Why?"

Thats was dully aware of Rune's walking away, going into the cramped bathroom, and heard the sound of cabinets opening and closing.

"Because I have a date with Tintlett," he spoke through the thin walls, only needing to raise his voice slightly, "And, besides, Rath's due to return in a little under two hours."

Thats groaned, cradling his head in his arms.

"Where the hell am I supposed to go?"

He thought he overheard a muttered comment that he "did say he could just pass out in the hallway", but Rune walked out of the bathroom, smoothing down his shirt and gave an innocent shrug.

"I don't know. You could go to the library."

"Too many words. If I have to read another book written for anyone older than ten, I'm going to have a hernia."

"Wait for your next class?"

"Yeah. At seven in the morning. Tomorrow."

"Well, I don't know," Rune almost snapped, crossing his arms. "You could stay here if you wanted to, but I know you don't like to do that."

Thats pushed himself into an upright sitting position, yawning.

"Can't blame me. Would you like to be trying to study or sleep or have dinner with the all-too-pleasant sounds of moaning and rhythmic thrusting in the background?" He pulled a face and stood up. "I'm going to find a place that sells a decent cheap cup of coffee.

Rune sighed, now feeling a twinge of guilt.

"Thats, I'm sorry. I can talk to Rath..."

"Hey, it's okay." Thats cut him off with a wave, "Let him have fun," he grinned, hoisting his bag back onto his shoulders and unlocking the door. "If he comes back before you leave, tell him I say hello, okay? Cesia too."

He closed the door, locking it behind him and leaving Rune watching in vague amusement.

There was another brief struggle between the key and the lock, and the door swung open once more, slower this time.

Rune looked startled; blue eyes concerned.

"Thats...?"

The other stalked by him sheepishly, snatching a wallet off the table.

"...Forgot my money."

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"Which matches better?"

Kitchel was lying on her back, head and arms dangling off the edge of her bed, watching as Tintlett held up first one, then a second blouse to her body.

"Um, the first. It's the same white as the stitching on your skirt."

"Thanks," the rejected top was flung at her as the other girl hurriedly pulled on its chosen rival.

"How do I look?"

"Fantastic," Kitchel said, slightly pleased with herself for not sounding entirely like she had just answer that question fourteen times in the last two hours.

Tintlett smiled at her friend, trying not to laugh at how she hadn't been able to completely hide her bored expression.

"I'm sorry about this, Kitchel."

"Hey, no, it's okay," she rolled over to lie on her stomach, smiling at her friend. "It's not like I needed to be anywhere."

"Yes, but you could have been reviewing."

Kitchel laughed.

"I'd much rather do this than study."

She watched the other girl run a brush quickly over her hair, then pick up a pair of light blue earrings.

"Cesia's not coming back here tonight, right?"

"No. Not after you gave Rath that lecture."

"I just wanted to make sure he knew how very painful childbirth is supposed to be," Kitchel said, mocking an affronted air, "That way he would be extra careful." She paused. "And maybe I also wanted to dissuade him from occasionally using my bed for sex."

Tintlett nodded in vague sympathy, peering carefully at her reflection in the polished mirror hung on the wall.

"I need to set you up with someone."

Kitchel jerked and almost slipped off the bed, completely startled at the sudden change of subject.

"Where did that come from?"

"Where did what?" Tintlett asked, distracted once again, this time by a search for footwear. "Can you check under that bed? I think my sandal might have gotten pushed underneath."

Kitchel obligingly clambered onto the floor, shifting aside a small stack of papers and peering into the murk.

"No, I don't see it... Did you check the bathroom? I think I remember using it as a doorstop."

She sat up, brushing dust off of her tank top, just in time to see Tintlett snatch up the missing sandal and slip it on.

"I'm supposed to meet him in fifteen minutes; I should get going," she said rapidly, "I'll be back later. I'm not sure when," Tintlett was at the door when she stopped suddenly and turned around.

"...You'll be okay?"

Kitchel sweatdropped at her sincere tone.

"Of course I'll be fine," she reassured her friend, "You're sounding like you're my mother. And that mental image is starting to weird me out." She giggled at the thought.

"Go have fun!"

Tintlett nodded, letting herself out and closing the door behind her.

Kitchel shook her head, still laughing slightly to herself.

"Yeesh."

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...For some messed up reason, I seem to be on my own Author Alert's list. :stare: Did this happen to everyone, or did I just do something weird...? n-n;

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I wrote this up in about an hour, after coming up with the idea only a couple hours before that. :shifyeyes: Someone needs to commend me on my fabulously quick job. XD

((And THANKS to Peophin-chan for catching that grammar mistake. XD;;; ))