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imaginedyou) wrote2007-01-09 05:19 pm
imaginedyou) wrote2007-01-09 05:19 pm
Kushiel verse Drabbles [Prince of Tennis/Kushiel's Legacy fusion]
[ *Note; Kushiel's Dart, Kushiel's Chosen, Kushiel's Avatar, and Kushiel's Scion are the currently released books of the Kushiel's Legacy series, and written by Jacqueline Carey. They are very, very good ;) ]
If PoT characters were to be inserted in Kushiel-verse, Yumiko would be Hyacinthe, Fuji would be Melisande, Tezuka would be Phedre, and things would be so different...
(Two-sentence fic; perhaps to be continued).
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"That which yields," Yumiko says to him, one day; the second night but the first day, with one hand outstretched and wide-palmed, "is not always weak."
Fuji smiles the usual smile as he waves goodbye, walking out of the door to school. He owns a dictionary already, he knows there is more than one definition for nearly every word in the language.
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If PoT characters were to be inserted in Kushiel-verse, Yumiko would be Hyacinthe, Fuji would be Melisande, Tezuka would be Phedre, and things would be so different...
(Two-sentence fic; perhaps to be continued).
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"That which yields," Yumiko says to him, one day; the second night but the first day, with one hand outstretched and wide-palmed, "is not always weak."
Fuji smiles the usual smile as he waves goodbye, walking out of the door to school. He owns a dictionary already, he knows there is more than one definition for nearly every word in the language.
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"Fuji Syuusuke." he says, offering out hand to shake. "My grandmother knows your grandfather."
"Fuji..." Tezuka mumbles thoughtfully as he holds his hand out in return. Fuji takes it up and shakes, squeezing a little too tightly. Tezuka blinks, and looks down at his fingers throbbing pleasantly.
"You don't need your glasses, do you." Fuji says, and it's not phrased as a question. "I know what you're hiding."
He leaves then, and Tezuka does not so much as see him, let alone speak to him again, for almost eight weeks.
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"Who is Fuji-san?" Tezuka asks his grandfather when he gets home. He has not even stopped to take off his shoes, or put down his schoolbag. His grandfather frowns at this.
"Fuji-san?" He replies, surprised. "A friend of mine; I've told you that."
"He didn't seem much like a friend." Tezuka says, almost sulkily.
"He?" This time Tezuka's grandfather seems amused.
"Never mind." Tezuka mumbles. His grandfather just nods, and Tezuka goes out to the garden to check on the roses bushes, though they do not need pruning yet.
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He is young, too young to think about what he is doing before he does it, and this will be his first lesson in thinking before acting. All he knows is that he sees a pretty flower, and he wants to touch it, to take it and have it as his. His fingers curl round the stem and all of a sudden pain blossoms in three different places upon his hand, where the thorns have broken the skin.
Tezuka gasps, and feels like a taut string on a harp being plucked and singing. A thrumming goes through him, and he feels more peaceful than before, he wants to smile. His hand clenches tighter around the stem of the rose before he can think about it, and his grandfather watches in the shadows.
Fuji-san would have seen this, she would have known the meaning of the blood-spot in Tezuka's eye. Tezuka's grandfather has to look it up in one of his many books of history and legend before he can confirm it.
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"Tezuka-san has asked a favour of me." Fuji's grandmother says, placing a bookmark between the pages and closing her book.
"What was it?" Fuji asks hopefully. He hungers for knowledge, especially since meeting Tezuka, especially about Tezuka.
"You needed me, grandmother?" Yumiko steps into the room, looking to make sure she did not interrupt. She knows she has not; she too is trained to listen by whatever means possible.
"Ah, yes." Their grandmother replies. "Tezuka-san contacted me, and said that he has decided it is time to educate his grandson further on the nature of what he is. By actions, I presume, as opposed to the book-learning he will already have received and gained little from."
"Grandmother, I thought you said he was the same age as Syuusuke..." Yumiko began. She paused. "Or do you mean to put on a show for him?"
"Exactly."
"So you asked me here for this." Yumiko said. "I did read a new path opening. A dangerous one, littered with chances of death."
"I thought death meant change." Fuji asked, sticking his tongue out at his older sister. He was rather jealous, but had been schooled to patience.
"That too." Yumiko said with a smile. "If he is not yet learned enough to participate, who do you propose I put on this showing with?"
"My first thought was of the Kikumaru family." Their grandmother replied. "They are trained to such things from a young age."
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Syuusuke has never been to the Kikumaru family residence; deemed too young at his age, even though Eiji is the same age as him and not only lives there, but is well into his training already. But Fuji knows what the training entails; he is trained to listen and learn, after all. To obtain knowledge by any means possible. When Eiji is escorted to the Fuji home, Syuusuke is lingering near the entrance, waiting to pounce.
"Eiji!" He smiles happily; they have met at parties and gatherings before, and formed a strange friendship, so it's not unusual for Fuji to run over and receive a hug as big as he gives. This is the first time, however, Fuji is really aware of why Eiji is here.
The first time he wants to taste it for himself. Ever since meeting Tezuka, he has discovered the urge and it will not let him go. As soon as he wraps his fingers around Eiji's wrist and attempts to drag him away to a more private place, he knows that Eiji knows what is going on. He is trained to it, after all.
"It'll cost ya." He says simply. "Your grandmother has made an arrangement for a showing, this isn't part of that."
"No," Fuji agrees. "It isn't... But we're friends, Eiji. Aren't we?"
He narrows his eyes as he speaks, and changes his voice; deeper, more threatening, the way he has heard his sister do it before. Eiji responds instantly, trembling while his eyes widen with want.
"You won't be my first." He stammers, as though this is important.
"You'll be mine." Fuji replies. "Isn't that nice?"
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Tezuka sits cross-legged on the floor, on a cushion, and does not move from his designated spot. Yumiko and Eiji take to their stage, and Fuji hangs back, along with his grandmother. He is at least allowed to watch; Yuuta is not allowed even that much. Fuji is not sure he would really be allowed, but for what his grandmother had said to him, grabbing his arm before he could follow Tezuka into the room.
"I know what you did." She whispers into Syuusuke's ear. "I do not approve. I hope you are satisfied. I also hope you remember the traditions, and honoured them."
"I gave him a gift." Fuji replies sulkily, pulling his arm out of his grandmother's grip. "It's not fair to expect me to just keep learning and not put any of it to use. Or to ignore what I'm feeling!"
"It is fair, however," she retorts, "to expect you to have a measure of discretion. Talk to me, talk to your sister, before you do rash things. We have both been down your path, we both know the frustrations of having the knowledge without the experience. I envision much bigger things for you, Syuusuke. Now watch someone who has had years to perfect satisfying her own lust, and admit you have much to learn yet."
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Fuji knows he should be watching his sister and Eiji, as they perform what is commonly referred to as a "dance", no matter the details, and first of all he does.
But it becomes much more fruitful to watch Tezuka's back and gauge his reactions.
They begin with kissing, lots of kissing. Fuji doesn't recall doing that with Eiji much at all, but then he was in a bit of a hurry. They remove one another's clothes, and it's much like the vanilla sex Fuji knows exists, but doesn't care for at all. He finds it hard to understand how it can arouse anyone, just kissing and undressing. It gets interesting afterwards.
He knows from books what it is that his sister brings out to play with. The cock-ring doesn't seem that much of a big deal either, though, until Eiji gets hard and starts to whine. Fuji breathes and leans a little closer, realising he has read what it does, and imagining it happening to himself makes him want to cross his legs, which wouldn't help at all.
Eiji seems to be enjoying it thoroughly, for all the whimpering noises he makes. Fuji remembers him pleading for it to stop earlier, too, but he never used his safe-word, so Fuji knew he was only saying it for the sake of the game. This is when he hears someone else's breath hitch, and when his focus changes to Tezuka sat on the floor. He still has not moved even an inch, but every thirty seconds or so, his shoulders shift ever so slightly.
Fuji wishes he could see Tezuka's eyes, wonders if the blood spot in his eye expands at times like this, like the pupils do. Whether it reacts to pleasure and pain like other body parts.
Tezuka lets one hand come out of his lap and rest on the floor beside him. Perhaps he's attempting to draw attention away from his lap by taking his hands out of it, but Fuji could never see his lap from where he was standing anyway, and all he notices is the way Tezuka's hand clenches up from being flat on the floor to balled in a fist. Eiji didn't, and isn't now, doing anything like that. That's a little like rebellion.
Fuji tilts his head and considers quietly. He smiles.
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