Noodles and Blue Lights
a slash fic by laughingart
Chapter Two:
It's The Alcohol!
Rukawa's first reaction. "Ugh." He was right, then, this pretty little bastard was Sendoh after all. Damn, damn ,damn! Oh yes, he still remembered that last match with Ryonan, where Sendoh stole all the limelight and acted like he was such a good basketballer. Okay, fine, he was a good basketballer but that was besides the point. Anyway, he had pointy hair. Pointy hair was out of fashion. In fact, basketball was out of fashion. No no no, wait wait, he was a basketballer. Basketball isn't out of fashion, being good at it is. Ah. No no no, wait, wait, he was a good basketballer. In fact he was better than Sendoh. Yeah.
Basically, Rukawa kept repeating stuff in his head, trying his hardest not to get jealous, and trying to gulp down his cocktail at the same time. This ended up with the cocktail all over his shirt. "Yeergh!" This is perfect, perfect, he thought, I'm being a perfect idiot in front the person I do not want to see me as a perfect idiot. Perfect is fine, but not idiot.
"Do you need a tissue paper?" Sendoh asked, mildly amused.
"Keep your tissue to yourself!" Rukawa said, by reflex, trying to sound calm and cool, but ending up sounding like he had a cold "I have my own...tissue."
Sendoh shrugged still smiling, "You're still the same." He continued slurping his cocktail.
What? What? Rukawa thought, but didn't say anything. He was collected, unlike that other bastard Hanamichi, Oh no, Rukawa was cool. Yeah. "You, too."
"Hmm?" Sendoh noticed, the same way one notices someone else's zipper is down, that Rukawa had no tissue at all, for his drink was dripping down his shirt. Rukawa really is the same, he confirmed. "So, you brought a girl?"
"Yeah," Rukawa said, then decided to exaggerate this, "She's really pretty, you know, yeah, she wouldn't kiss you if she were me."
"You would kiss me?" Sendoh was most definitely amused now.
"No, " Rukawa said immediately, feeling slightly distasteful. Ugh. UGH.
Around them, the buzz was getting louder and louder, and the room was slowly fading into technicolour beeps. Bad. That meant that Rukawa was getting a headache. Sendoh's grinning face wasn't helping.
"Listen, are you okay?" Sendoh asked again.
This was too much for Rukawa, "Can you stop talking?"
Sendoh was completely nonchalant. "You're most definitely drunk."
"I'm not drunk, you're just talking..."
"Calm down and take deep breaths, Rukawa, you should get your senses back." I can't believe it, Rukawa thought, He's still grinning. God help me. He attempted to pull away from the boy, but it seems the cocktail really was spiked very well, despite most of it being un-drunk on the fabric of his shirt. Man, he was at the mercy of Sendoh. Think, Rukawa, think, he forced himself.
Sendoh looks a lot better when I can't see him properly, he thought. No, no, no, he could have slapped himself if his hands were functioning properly. You're trying to get away from this guy, he commanded himself. Nope, nothing in him seemed determined enough to get out of his drunken stupor. Every part of his body, with the exception of his head, was actually rather quite comfortable with being lifted up and carried, which was exactly what Sendoh was doing now.
"Put me down, I can walk, "Rukawa said, but Sendoh, still grinning, shook his head, "You're drunk and I'm gonna take you out of this mess."
Around them , a couple of people were starting to shoot them meaningful glances, which Sendoh pretended not to notice and Rukawa was starting to take note off very fast. "One day, I will kill you Sendoh," Rukawa hissed, as Sendoh walked out of the pub casually, carrying Rukawa in his arms. Surprisingly, the thick-headed boy was actually quite light.
Rukawa was starting to get lulled by Sendoh's gentle footsteps into a dreamy sleep. This is purely the alcohol, he tried to convince himself. Subconsciously, he slung his arms around Sendoh, making little sleepy sounds. Sendoh was still feeling rather amused, actually. And took his time as he strolled to his car.
By the time he reached it, Rukawa was already fast asleep, his head against Sendoh, his eyes closed. He looked like a really pale, beautiful fox. Sendoh let his eyes linger on the boy for a while [which made him feel rather guilty afterwards] and laid him down on the back seat of his car.
Sendoh let himself take one last look at Rukawa before driving off, into the night, towards Rukawa's apartment, which he conveniently remembered was on Autumn Street.
Sigh.
a slash fic by laughingart
Chapter Two:
It's The Alcohol!
Rukawa's first reaction. "Ugh." He was right, then, this pretty little bastard was Sendoh after all. Damn, damn ,damn! Oh yes, he still remembered that last match with Ryonan, where Sendoh stole all the limelight and acted like he was such a good basketballer. Okay, fine, he was a good basketballer but that was besides the point. Anyway, he had pointy hair. Pointy hair was out of fashion. In fact, basketball was out of fashion. No no no, wait wait, he was a basketballer. Basketball isn't out of fashion, being good at it is. Ah. No no no, wait, wait, he was a good basketballer. In fact he was better than Sendoh. Yeah.
Basically, Rukawa kept repeating stuff in his head, trying his hardest not to get jealous, and trying to gulp down his cocktail at the same time. This ended up with the cocktail all over his shirt. "Yeergh!" This is perfect, perfect, he thought, I'm being a perfect idiot in front the person I do not want to see me as a perfect idiot. Perfect is fine, but not idiot.
"Do you need a tissue paper?" Sendoh asked, mildly amused.
"Keep your tissue to yourself!" Rukawa said, by reflex, trying to sound calm and cool, but ending up sounding like he had a cold "I have my own...tissue."
Sendoh shrugged still smiling, "You're still the same." He continued slurping his cocktail.
What? What? Rukawa thought, but didn't say anything. He was collected, unlike that other bastard Hanamichi, Oh no, Rukawa was cool. Yeah. "You, too."
"Hmm?" Sendoh noticed, the same way one notices someone else's zipper is down, that Rukawa had no tissue at all, for his drink was dripping down his shirt. Rukawa really is the same, he confirmed. "So, you brought a girl?"
"Yeah," Rukawa said, then decided to exaggerate this, "She's really pretty, you know, yeah, she wouldn't kiss you if she were me."
"You would kiss me?" Sendoh was most definitely amused now.
"No, " Rukawa said immediately, feeling slightly distasteful. Ugh. UGH.
Around them, the buzz was getting louder and louder, and the room was slowly fading into technicolour beeps. Bad. That meant that Rukawa was getting a headache. Sendoh's grinning face wasn't helping.
"Listen, are you okay?" Sendoh asked again.
This was too much for Rukawa, "Can you stop talking?"
Sendoh was completely nonchalant. "You're most definitely drunk."
"I'm not drunk, you're just talking..."
"Calm down and take deep breaths, Rukawa, you should get your senses back." I can't believe it, Rukawa thought, He's still grinning. God help me. He attempted to pull away from the boy, but it seems the cocktail really was spiked very well, despite most of it being un-drunk on the fabric of his shirt. Man, he was at the mercy of Sendoh. Think, Rukawa, think, he forced himself.
Sendoh looks a lot better when I can't see him properly, he thought. No, no, no, he could have slapped himself if his hands were functioning properly. You're trying to get away from this guy, he commanded himself. Nope, nothing in him seemed determined enough to get out of his drunken stupor. Every part of his body, with the exception of his head, was actually rather quite comfortable with being lifted up and carried, which was exactly what Sendoh was doing now.
"Put me down, I can walk, "Rukawa said, but Sendoh, still grinning, shook his head, "You're drunk and I'm gonna take you out of this mess."
Around them , a couple of people were starting to shoot them meaningful glances, which Sendoh pretended not to notice and Rukawa was starting to take note off very fast. "One day, I will kill you Sendoh," Rukawa hissed, as Sendoh walked out of the pub casually, carrying Rukawa in his arms. Surprisingly, the thick-headed boy was actually quite light.
Rukawa was starting to get lulled by Sendoh's gentle footsteps into a dreamy sleep. This is purely the alcohol, he tried to convince himself. Subconsciously, he slung his arms around Sendoh, making little sleepy sounds. Sendoh was still feeling rather amused, actually. And took his time as he strolled to his car.
By the time he reached it, Rukawa was already fast asleep, his head against Sendoh, his eyes closed. He looked like a really pale, beautiful fox. Sendoh let his eyes linger on the boy for a while [which made him feel rather guilty afterwards] and laid him down on the back seat of his car.
Sendoh let himself take one last look at Rukawa before driving off, into the night, towards Rukawa's apartment, which he conveniently remembered was on Autumn Street.
Sigh.