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imaginedyou) wrote2007-04-22 09:10 pm
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Purgatory Ficlets [Yanagi, Kirihara, Sanada, Yukimura]
This is Cyn, breaking into Em's journal, to post these up. :D Six 'drabbles', set in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
clubpurgatory!universe. Em gets to put characters into whatever position she'd like (professionally, of course!)
Featuring, this time around; club manager!Yukimura, waiter!Kirihara, promotor!Sanada, old bandmate!Yanagi.
I stole Em's formatting from the last post, although it might be somewhat different. Links are the same fics, they just link back to a locked entry where they were originally posted.
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( Sanada/Yukimura 320 Words. )
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Contrary to the usual experience, it wasn't Sanada who initiated things. Not to say that this time Yukimura was desperate, a relentless persuer, or some kind of sexual predator. Just to say that Sanada was, well, somewhat completely and utterly oblivious.
Yukimura had dropped heavy, easy hints into proper conversation. He had eaten things in all manner of inappropriate ways. Then there was the time he had gotten changed in his office while Sanada sat and waited barely five feet away, and though Yukimura couldn't see through the screen he ostensibly used, he could tell that all Sanada was doing was holding his hands calmly in his lap, and trying not to whistle as he always tended to do when waiting patiently.
Eventually, he scheduled their next meeting in his own private rooms, claiming time was too short, his schedule was too busy, and that they could talk there while he readied himself for his evening after.
He answered the door in nothing but loose pyjama pants and beckoned Sanada in with a smile. The door shut itself in the next moment, when Sanada found himself pressed up against it. The shock was so much that his briefcase slipped clean out of his fingers and onto his toes, but he could not utter a cry of pain because Yukimura's fingers were touching his neck, around his shirt collar, and sliding upwards into his hair.
It was much, much later, when Yukimura was curled up around himself, and the darkness was failing to send Sanada to sleep also, that he was reminded of the fact that Yukimura was supposed to have had plans for that evening. He said as much in the morning.
Yukimura laughed outright at him, and admitted Sanada had been the plans.
It was the last time Yukimura had mentioned them sleeping together, and the waiting ever since was killing Sanada, who hadn't the guts to confront it.
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( Renji 341 Words )
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Renji almost gets right outside the club door before he reminds himself that it really isn't a good idea to go inside.
Unfortunately, his plans of reconciliation run parallel to the idea that he will actually put himself a position to run into old acquaintances. It is unfortunate when those you wish to see again may not be as enthused to see you.
He pays the door-fee and steps inside with a polite smile to the men on the door. He lets people swarm past him as he stops in the doorway between the main club room with the dancefloor, and the corridor with its coat closet. His eyes scan the room for anyone he might wish to stay hidden from until he can know his surroundings better.
Luckily for him, it appears to be a night off for some. Still he makes sure his drink is ordered hastily, and tucks himself into a corner of the club that looks least likely to be chosen for activities suited to the shadows.
He watches the bands on stage that night; nominally he had offered to come to the club in order to report back on any underappreciated talent his company might be interested in. Knowing the music business from more than one angle was Yanagi Renji's strength. As well as his weakness.
Bringing his phone to his lips soon after the bands have died down seems to be a deterrent to anyone attempting to talk to him. He gives clear, crisp opinions to the answer-phone of his colleague knowing full well that he will be expected to report in full the next day at work anyway.
He steps out of the club not long after, and feels relief in knowing he hasn't been seen or recognised. He also admits silently to himself that in being there for hours and not seeing anyone he might expect, he also feels a little let-down. He reminds himself it is for the best, and wraps his jacket tighter round himself as he makes his way home.
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( Yanagi vs. Yukimura 150 Words. )
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"I suspected he knew you." Yukimura says. Not a waver, not an emphasis on any point to betray a feeling. Yanagi wiggles his toes inside his shoes like he is attempting to escape sinking sand calmly. Slowly but surely.
"There are things he knows," Yukimura continues, letting a smirk slide onto his face and sit quite happily there, "that I know came from you."
Yanagi's mouth goes dry. When it comes to Yukimura- Seiichi, he tells himself firmly, there is usually only one thing he can be talking about. And his tone leaves no room for confusion, or denial.
The only thing Yanagi can't figure out, is how Seiichi would know anything about his, his habits, in the bedroom. Considering after all that they were two people, out of everyone back in the day full of freedom and sexual energy, who had never actually given in and slept together.
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( Kirihara, Yanagi 289 Words. )
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Kirihara's eyes go wide, then narrow and harden.
"I'm not going back!" he shouts, pushing past Yanagi with palm connecting to suit-clad shoulder. He's gotten stronger, Yanagi thinks to himself, and reacts as swiftly as ever, reaching to wrap fingers around Kirihara's wrist and stop him in his tracks.
"I'm disappointed that you would think I was here to force you to do something you did not want to," he says softly. Akaya blinks, his mouth drops open in confusion. Soft words and a light hand are things he has never known how to respond to, which is why Yanagi usually wins out.
"So then why are you here?" Kirihara demands eventually, but his heart isn't in it.
"Perhaps I just got word of where you were, and what you were doing, and wanted to see you?"
Kirihara's mouth crinkles, his resolve drops another notch. Yanagi loosens his grip on Akaya's arm but doesn't let go completely. Somehow he must find a way to let Akaya know that he never let go completely.
"Perhaps," Yanagi continues, before Kirihara can stop to think, to wonder who would have known where he was and spread the news, "I just wanted to make sure that now you were happy?"
"Well, I'm not!" Kirihara exclaims all of a sudden, as if he is glad to tear down any happy dreams Yanagi might have had for him. All of a sudden he wants Yanagi to know how it feels when nothing ever seems to want to go your way. Young as he is, Kirihara has no idea that Yanagi knows. "And!" he continues, punctuating his words with venom, "it's all his fault!"
Somehow, Yanagi knows deep down just who Akaya is talking about.
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( Kirihara/Yanagi 261 Words. )
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Akaya presses himself against Yanagi again, from foot curled around Yanagi's ankle, to head resting on Yanagi's chest, and Yanagi has to breathe deep and push his fingers into Kirihara's hair, teasing the curls in order to resist the urge to roll him over onto his back in the bed again.
Probably, it is what Kirihara wants anyway. He has learnt over the years the ways to get what he wants without resorting to pouting for it. And Yanagi has learnt to ignore the feeling of guilt, because he will always remind himself that Akaya, even at age fourteen, was the one who came on to him. Of course, he could have said no. And for a long time he did. But it was never allowed to be his final answer.
"I guess I kind of missed you," Akaya says, mumbling the words into Yanagi's chest. He smiles; it is the most heartfelt thing he is going to have spoken aloud from Kirihara.
The way he says it makes it sound like Kirihara believes Yanagi is here to stay again this time. He can do no less than live up to the expectations.
There will be time, later perhaps, for him to explain some more. For him to list one hundred and one reasons why Kirihara needs to accept where he is, and why he should listen to Yukimura and do as he says.
"You two have a lot in common," Yanagi says to Akaya's sleeping form.
As well as some very important differences, he says to himself inside his head.
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( Kirihara/Yanagi, Yukimura 273 Words. )
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Yanagi doesn't say it in so many words, because he knows Kirihara will immediately question his request not to be seen by many people who work at the club, and it seems in keeping his request silent, Akaya cooperates more readily. He serves Renji his drinks personally every evening they are there together as employee and patron, and spends his days off sleeping in Yanagi's bed. And if they happen to have the same day off, they do more than just sleep.
Sometimes when he is at work and the stack of papers on his desk threaten to engulf him completely, Yanagi phases out and admits how much it frightens him that things could slip back into their old ways so easily. Though this time the roles are a little reversed, and he has to admit he would never have assumed Akaya could learn to adapt so easily, even if he was hating every minute of it.
The most obvious point would be in the moments he could make out the pink-haired bartender speaking the name Yukimura and handing Akaya a heavily laden tray of drinks, and sometimes food too. Renji would deny the lurch in his chest when he saw the word formed on anyone's lips, and try to focus on Akaya's anger.
And although he would stamp his feet harder on the stairs, grit his teeth and refuse to speak unless absolutely necessary, he never stopped holding his head high, and Yanagi couldn't help but marvel yet again over how differently things could have been for himself and Seiichi if only they had known that kind of rebellion was possible.
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clubpurgatory!universe. Em gets to put characters into whatever position she'd like (professionally, of course!) Featuring, this time around; club manager!Yukimura, waiter!Kirihara, promotor!Sanada, old bandmate!Yanagi.
I stole Em's formatting from the last post, although it might be somewhat different. Links are the same fics, they just link back to a locked entry where they were originally posted.
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( Sanada/Yukimura 320 Words. )
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Contrary to the usual experience, it wasn't Sanada who initiated things. Not to say that this time Yukimura was desperate, a relentless persuer, or some kind of sexual predator. Just to say that Sanada was, well, somewhat completely and utterly oblivious.
Yukimura had dropped heavy, easy hints into proper conversation. He had eaten things in all manner of inappropriate ways. Then there was the time he had gotten changed in his office while Sanada sat and waited barely five feet away, and though Yukimura couldn't see through the screen he ostensibly used, he could tell that all Sanada was doing was holding his hands calmly in his lap, and trying not to whistle as he always tended to do when waiting patiently.
Eventually, he scheduled their next meeting in his own private rooms, claiming time was too short, his schedule was too busy, and that they could talk there while he readied himself for his evening after.
He answered the door in nothing but loose pyjama pants and beckoned Sanada in with a smile. The door shut itself in the next moment, when Sanada found himself pressed up against it. The shock was so much that his briefcase slipped clean out of his fingers and onto his toes, but he could not utter a cry of pain because Yukimura's fingers were touching his neck, around his shirt collar, and sliding upwards into his hair.
It was much, much later, when Yukimura was curled up around himself, and the darkness was failing to send Sanada to sleep also, that he was reminded of the fact that Yukimura was supposed to have had plans for that evening. He said as much in the morning.
Yukimura laughed outright at him, and admitted Sanada had been the plans.
It was the last time Yukimura had mentioned them sleeping together, and the waiting ever since was killing Sanada, who hadn't the guts to confront it.
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( Renji 341 Words )
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Renji almost gets right outside the club door before he reminds himself that it really isn't a good idea to go inside.
Unfortunately, his plans of reconciliation run parallel to the idea that he will actually put himself a position to run into old acquaintances. It is unfortunate when those you wish to see again may not be as enthused to see you.
He pays the door-fee and steps inside with a polite smile to the men on the door. He lets people swarm past him as he stops in the doorway between the main club room with the dancefloor, and the corridor with its coat closet. His eyes scan the room for anyone he might wish to stay hidden from until he can know his surroundings better.
Luckily for him, it appears to be a night off for some. Still he makes sure his drink is ordered hastily, and tucks himself into a corner of the club that looks least likely to be chosen for activities suited to the shadows.
He watches the bands on stage that night; nominally he had offered to come to the club in order to report back on any underappreciated talent his company might be interested in. Knowing the music business from more than one angle was Yanagi Renji's strength. As well as his weakness.
Bringing his phone to his lips soon after the bands have died down seems to be a deterrent to anyone attempting to talk to him. He gives clear, crisp opinions to the answer-phone of his colleague knowing full well that he will be expected to report in full the next day at work anyway.
He steps out of the club not long after, and feels relief in knowing he hasn't been seen or recognised. He also admits silently to himself that in being there for hours and not seeing anyone he might expect, he also feels a little let-down. He reminds himself it is for the best, and wraps his jacket tighter round himself as he makes his way home.
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( Yanagi vs. Yukimura 150 Words. )
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"I suspected he knew you." Yukimura says. Not a waver, not an emphasis on any point to betray a feeling. Yanagi wiggles his toes inside his shoes like he is attempting to escape sinking sand calmly. Slowly but surely.
"There are things he knows," Yukimura continues, letting a smirk slide onto his face and sit quite happily there, "that I know came from you."
Yanagi's mouth goes dry. When it comes to Yukimura- Seiichi, he tells himself firmly, there is usually only one thing he can be talking about. And his tone leaves no room for confusion, or denial.
The only thing Yanagi can't figure out, is how Seiichi would know anything about his, his habits, in the bedroom. Considering after all that they were two people, out of everyone back in the day full of freedom and sexual energy, who had never actually given in and slept together.
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( Kirihara, Yanagi 289 Words. )
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Kirihara's eyes go wide, then narrow and harden.
"I'm not going back!" he shouts, pushing past Yanagi with palm connecting to suit-clad shoulder. He's gotten stronger, Yanagi thinks to himself, and reacts as swiftly as ever, reaching to wrap fingers around Kirihara's wrist and stop him in his tracks.
"I'm disappointed that you would think I was here to force you to do something you did not want to," he says softly. Akaya blinks, his mouth drops open in confusion. Soft words and a light hand are things he has never known how to respond to, which is why Yanagi usually wins out.
"So then why are you here?" Kirihara demands eventually, but his heart isn't in it.
"Perhaps I just got word of where you were, and what you were doing, and wanted to see you?"
Kirihara's mouth crinkles, his resolve drops another notch. Yanagi loosens his grip on Akaya's arm but doesn't let go completely. Somehow he must find a way to let Akaya know that he never let go completely.
"Perhaps," Yanagi continues, before Kirihara can stop to think, to wonder who would have known where he was and spread the news, "I just wanted to make sure that now you were happy?"
"Well, I'm not!" Kirihara exclaims all of a sudden, as if he is glad to tear down any happy dreams Yanagi might have had for him. All of a sudden he wants Yanagi to know how it feels when nothing ever seems to want to go your way. Young as he is, Kirihara has no idea that Yanagi knows. "And!" he continues, punctuating his words with venom, "it's all his fault!"
Somehow, Yanagi knows deep down just who Akaya is talking about.
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( Kirihara/Yanagi 261 Words. )
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Akaya presses himself against Yanagi again, from foot curled around Yanagi's ankle, to head resting on Yanagi's chest, and Yanagi has to breathe deep and push his fingers into Kirihara's hair, teasing the curls in order to resist the urge to roll him over onto his back in the bed again.
Probably, it is what Kirihara wants anyway. He has learnt over the years the ways to get what he wants without resorting to pouting for it. And Yanagi has learnt to ignore the feeling of guilt, because he will always remind himself that Akaya, even at age fourteen, was the one who came on to him. Of course, he could have said no. And for a long time he did. But it was never allowed to be his final answer.
"I guess I kind of missed you," Akaya says, mumbling the words into Yanagi's chest. He smiles; it is the most heartfelt thing he is going to have spoken aloud from Kirihara.
The way he says it makes it sound like Kirihara believes Yanagi is here to stay again this time. He can do no less than live up to the expectations.
There will be time, later perhaps, for him to explain some more. For him to list one hundred and one reasons why Kirihara needs to accept where he is, and why he should listen to Yukimura and do as he says.
"You two have a lot in common," Yanagi says to Akaya's sleeping form.
As well as some very important differences, he says to himself inside his head.
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( Kirihara/Yanagi, Yukimura 273 Words. )
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Yanagi doesn't say it in so many words, because he knows Kirihara will immediately question his request not to be seen by many people who work at the club, and it seems in keeping his request silent, Akaya cooperates more readily. He serves Renji his drinks personally every evening they are there together as employee and patron, and spends his days off sleeping in Yanagi's bed. And if they happen to have the same day off, they do more than just sleep.
Sometimes when he is at work and the stack of papers on his desk threaten to engulf him completely, Yanagi phases out and admits how much it frightens him that things could slip back into their old ways so easily. Though this time the roles are a little reversed, and he has to admit he would never have assumed Akaya could learn to adapt so easily, even if he was hating every minute of it.
The most obvious point would be in the moments he could make out the pink-haired bartender speaking the name Yukimura and handing Akaya a heavily laden tray of drinks, and sometimes food too. Renji would deny the lurch in his chest when he saw the word formed on anyone's lips, and try to focus on Akaya's anger.
And although he would stamp his feet harder on the stairs, grit his teeth and refuse to speak unless absolutely necessary, he never stopped holding his head high, and Yanagi couldn't help but marvel yet again over how differently things could have been for himself and Seiichi if only they had known that kind of rebellion was possible.
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