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Spontaneous posting of my own work on one of my own themes? Gah. >____>

Neat Information:
Title: three things
Author: [livejournal.com profile] bloodred0_4 
Fandom: Ookiku Furikabutte (OOFURI)
Prompt: #86 -- "Kiss Me With Your Eyes Closed"
Pairing: Tajima x Hanai (x Tajima?)
Rating: PG13 for one certain expletive, otherwise G / PG
Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own Ookiku Furikabutte.

Messy Information:
- #86. "Kiss Me with Your Eyes Closed"

additional prompt(s) // notes:
- a "serious" tajima ( for [livejournal.com profile] pukiban )
[-tajihana, self plz?]
a miniature blend of innumerable oofuri ficlet ideas that failed to stand alone
rated PG13 for one certain expletive (otherwise G / PG)

three things

It’s the bottom of the eighth inning and he’s crouched down low, bent slightly forward at the waist, set up a ways back from the strikezone. There’s a runner on third, and the two of them are breathing hard as one. His eyes are a deep russet colour now, fierce and unflinching and positively dead-center upon the face of the enemy, searching for something he can’t quite name yet. He doesn’t miss a beat as the pitch comes hurtling closer, inhaling steadily and then shoving it all out in one forceful gasp as he moves in to swing—a fastball high and outside that was rather difficult to connect with properly, he later recalls for the victory entourage.

The truth is, all he ever remembers of being on the field is pure exhilaration and the feeling of assurance rushing throughout his body. He hears the adrenaline as it courses through his veins, his heart as it threatens to burst from his ribcage, and especially the blood as it floods past his ears back into his brain when he finally starts breathing again on first base. Every time he goes to grasp the bat, white-knuckled, squatting down in the chalk circle to watch his teammates and then to come through for them, he’s burning up. He’s a little delirious each time but his intuition rarely fails and he’s never had a happier collection of minutes. 

When he comes down from wherever it is he goes on days like this, having been grinning and moving and hugging and congratulating on autopilot, there’s a hand on his shoulder. Its faint chill bleeds through the dusty uniform but he refuses to move away. He knows just who it is and what it all means. That same familiar, honeyed voice is going on and on and on but he isn’t getting any noise save static. So he turns slightly to his right, on the verge of tilting his head and peering up through his lashes like usual, about to crack a joke or maybe even return the affection with a tight squeeze if he’s any bolder today. 

What happens instead is this: "Hanai, kiss me with your eyes closed." 

He’s actually a very cowardly person by nature when it comes down to life outside the diamond, because he likes to brush away his problems and ignore the negatives that go along with a boisterous personality like his. He doesn’t like to be told what to do—even if it’s what’s best and he’ll probably wind up doing it later anyway. He’s lazy. He’s clingy and unapologetic. He’s not as cool or amazing or brave or as anything as anyone thinks he is. And although he’s made it plenty clear enough before, everyone needs a reminder or two every now and then—therefore, on that note, he’s rarely ever serious. 

It’s always said with a smile, or as a joke, or played off lightly when he speaks. He’s never raw with his words—he may be crazy but he isn’t an open book, for sure. Until now. 

The haphazard arm slung across his torso is limp and like ice. 

This is what he’s been waiting for. 

There are three things he loves in this world and will never ever make light of—perhaps he shouldn’t admit to it now, as it’s kind of embarrassing for a guy like him to say—and of those three things, only one really really counts. The first thing is baseball. This is a sport of determination and sweat and hard work and the great outdoors and a place where no man can stand alone. It’s home to him, and he is enamoured with everything about it. 

"Hanai?" He prompts again, still facing forward, face plain and ordinary but not taken over by laughter either. His eyes are glued to the night sky preceding the lot of them for a lingering moment before he screws them shut tightly then opens them again. The jeers and yells and clapping of the team have long since faded away for him, but he won’t turn his head. 

The second thing is companionship. If there’s one thing he can’t stand, it’s being alone, and so he takes this very seriously, whether it’s dragging a flabbergasted Mihashi back into the dugout, screaming out compliments to the batter, or slapping a lonely soul on the back. Things may spew from his lips spontaneously, but everything is meant well and nothing ever goes to waste when he puts his full power into it. 

"I want you," Tajima half-whispers, half-grits through his teeth, "to kiss me…" 

Honestly, this is much more awkward than he expected. So much for rehearsing this in front of his bathroom mirror. It’s a metaphorical bomb he had thought to deliver casually, making sure that Hanai would never know the effect of its shrapnel should he say no. But his voice has already broken twice and his fingers are trembling uncontrollably in fists at his sides. He knows why he’s having so much trouble here and now, and the problem isn’t really a problem but a sickening anticipation of what’s to come. Hanai’s reaction is one thing he can’t predict, no matter how long he thinks about it or studies the person or scripts it out in his head. He’s in the midst of tossing together a few of those handy ‘apology’ phrases in his head—"sorry-my-mistake-won’t-happen-again-fuck-totally-forget-it"—when the feather-soft pressure on the corner of his mouth catches his attention at last. 

"With my eyes closed, right?" 


And the third thing is Hanai, because Hanai is both of those things and so much more.

(the more personal style of narration was intentional)

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200 Prompt List:
((Think you can handle it?))

Mansecks would be good, yes.
Did you hear something? Nah.
(I honestly could think of more, but this is enough. Seriously. It starts off as pertaining to the series more and later branches off into a variety of random scenario prompts… There is no true order though. Oops? I'll fix the numbers later.)

Make the best of these, whether it’s all one pairing, various pairings, no pairings whatsoever, or a hybrid. Make it as sexy or safe as you like. The point is to up the OOFURI love and have fun while doing it. Sound good? Give it a go.
And no, you don’t have to do everything. That’s just rough. (What a relief!)

But if you do, congratulations and I’ll be your personal slave make you a pretty banner or write you something or... *has yet to fully choose*
  • Dirt
  • Home Run
  • Strikeout
  • In the Zone
  • Juice
  • Pet or Nickname
  • Fierce Spirit
  • Hit or Miss?
  • Koshien
  • Battery
  • Catch
  • Drill Sergeant
  • Brotherhood
  • Intimacy
  • Tripping Up
  • Defeat
  • Victory
  • Opponents
  • Locker Room
  • In the Showers…
  • Recycle
  • Long Distance Relationship
  • Bunt
  • Headgear or Gloves
  • High Five
  • Group Hug
  • Cold Shoulder
  • Teammates!
  • Schoolwork
  • You’re Such a Failure! or Flunked! or Report Card
  • Cram School
  • The Ouendan and/or Cheering Squad
  • Boys Will Be Boys
  • Heartbreak
  • Girlfriend?
  • Boyfriend
  • Holding Hands
  • Type A or Four-Eyes
  • Lunch
  • Late Nights
  • Special Practice
  • Getaway
  • The Cabin Where We Live (for Golden Week)
  • Vegetables or Scrounging
  • [Baseball] Diamond
  • Baseball or Protein
  • Freckles
  • Bandanna
  • Wild Pitch
  • Melt Down or Emotional Overload
  • Hopes and Dreams or Dream Come True
  • Lineup
  • Changeup
  • Infield
  • Outfield
  • Step Up to the Plate
  • Footsteps
  • Flyball
  • Grounder or Back To You
  • Fence
  • High School
  • Bikes
  • Rooftop Getaway
  • Study Session
  • Happy Birthday!
  • Tears
  • Bitterness
  • Secret Lovers
  • First Time
  • Trust
  • Isolation or Loss and/or Comfort
  • Facepalm
  • Perversion or Public Indecency
  • Teenage Years
  • The Long Walk Home
  • Together or Together, Forever
  • Next Year for Sure!
  • Porn
  • Futon
  • The Three Hormones
  • Coaching
  • Dugout
  • Runner on Third
  • Kiss Me with Your Eyes Closed
  • Surprise!
  • Pranks
  • Bully
  • Holiday
  • Injury
  • Embarrassing Habit
  • Messy Eater or Picky Eater or Force-Feed
  • Statistics or On Paper or Factual
  • Uniform
  • Ogling
  • Glomp or Childish
  • Jerkwad or (substitute a really childish name you’d call someone here)
  • First Date
  • Perfect Game
  • Breakup
  • Wet Dream or (substitute something perverted Tajima would say)
  • Eighth Inning
  • Moral Support
  • One-Upped You!
  • Rivalry
  • I Hate You or I Hate You (But Not Really)
  • I Really Do Love You
  • You’re Annoying! or Shut Up
  • Karaoke
  • Hidden Talent
  • Genius or Phenomenal
  • Flawed or Greatest Fear
  • Too Much Information
  • Superhero
  • Love Letter or Admirer
  • Unrequited
  • Memory Lane
  • Best Decision of My Life
  • In Which I Joke that We Should Get Married Someday
  • Promise or Betrayal
  • Forgotten
  • Feelings
  • Dancing Under the Stars
  • Growth Spurt
  • Nosebleed
  • Massage or Cool Down
  • Stretch or Flexibility
  • Backwards
  • Stolen Glances or Stolen or Thief
  • Sunrise/Sunset
  • Sharing or Swapping
  • Routine or Afternoon Nap
  • Thinks Too Much
  • Cuddle or After Sex
  • Let’s Do it All Over Again
  • The Start
  • Wish or Wish on a Shooting Star
  • Stature or Available
  • Desire or Lust
  • Full Circle
  • Swing!
  • Steady Breathing
  • Heartbeat or Adrenaline
  • Seasons
  • Having an Off Day or Distracted
  • Personality
  • Back to Basics
  • Blush
  • Warmth
  • Inspiration
  • Cheater
  • Stimulation
  • Games We Play
  • Movie Night!
  • Mancave (place where a group of guys tend to hang out, stereotypically messy and kind of dumpy)
  • Fantasy or Daydream
  • Scorcher or Hot Day
  • Shirts and Skins
  • Sunburnt
  • Graduation
  • Exams
  • Spending the Night or Sleepover
  • Favorite(s)
  • The Romantic Type
  • Lousy Joke or Dirty Joke(s) or Sense of Humor
  • My Room
  • Waterbed
  • Accidental Rendezvous
  • Diary
  • The One Who Totally Wears the Pants [in Their Relationship]
  • Catchphrase
  • Experiment
  • Virgin or Tease
  • Indirect Kiss
  • Grope
  • Nightmare or Harsh Reality
  • Insomnia
  • Stutter or Tremble
  • Temper or Short Temper
  • Crazy or Spaz
  • Sweat
  • Papercut
  • What They Think About Our Relationship
  • Housewife or Couch Potato
  • Grounded
  • Common Sense or You Lack Common Sense
  • Drop the Soap
  • Oblivious
  • So Cute or Too Cute
  • Blackmail
  • Post Script (P.S.) or Between the Lines
  • Hardly Normal
  • Completion
  • Wooing
  • Tomorrow or Maybe Someday
  • Darkest Hour
  • Slapped or On Guard! or Touché
  • Bravery
  • Stay
  • spree

    Jul. 11th, 2008 08:58 pm
    oh_darling: (oofuri)

    That's right. "Spree," not "squee."
    I went around and picked myself up some icons. Lazy method accomplished~

    But look, OOFURI icon with Abe and Mihashi. Couldn't resist the pull of its cuteness... :B

    ...And now back to picking up cleaning. 
    *wants to go watch the anime now*
     Pah. Indecision.

    EDIT: Problems with the computer I use to clean scans. Guess my mind is made up!
    ...After I practice the viola of course. t______t
    here is the deepest secret nobody knows...
    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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