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three things (fic)
Jul. 20th, 2008 12:04 amSpontaneous posting of my own work on one of my own themes? Gah. >____>
Neat Information:
Title: three things
Author: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
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:
prompt:
- #86. "Kiss Me with Your Eyes Closed"
LIST HERE.
additional prompt(s) // notes:
- a "serious" tajima ( for 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)
angst/fluff/romance
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three things
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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.
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?"
"Y-Yeah."
And the third thing is Hanai, because Hanai is both of those things and so much more.
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Thoughts?
(the more personal style of narration was intentional)
**OOFURI 200 Prompt List
Jul. 15th, 2008 01:42 amOOFURI
200 Prompt List:
((Think you can handle it?))
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 NICE BATTING! 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 CAUGHT! 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
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!)
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