Collide Sayaka/Miyuki (AKB48/NMB48/SKE48) + Yui/Haruka (AKB48)
578 words
A/N: drunk couple drabbles
It comes as a surprise when Miyuki calls her at 2 AM in the morning.
At first, Sayaka’s tempted to ignore the call — sleep an undeniably temptation — but the drowsiness quickly fades with each continuous ring of her phone until she has her fingers wrapped around it, half-consciously pressing the “talk” option as she presses the cold metal against her ear.
"Hello?"
There’s a moment of silence as she waits for a reply through the crackling noise of the line. Another minute passes before she has a finger poised over the “end call” button, eyelids fluttering as blissful sleeps beckons—
"Hi, I’m drunk."
The familiar voice of the caller drives all the remaining sleepiness away as Sayaka jolts into reality, eyes wide as she hurriedly replies “Miyuki, is that you? What are you doing— wait you’re drunk?” The words are a bit slurred and she fumbles on a bit of the pronunciation, but she’s sure Miyuki understands what she’s saying because all she gets as a reply to the concern in her voice is a soft chuckle.
Her eyes narrow as she stares at the screen of her phone, lips drawn back into a tight line of worry; she knows she’s rambling by now and she knows for sure that Miyuki has stopped paying attention to her scolding, but she’s worried and the words come out before she can stop them—
"I love you."
The confession is quick and the line drops as soon as the words are transmitted into electricity and Sayaka feels her heart stop along with the noise on the other side.
—-
There’s a bottle of opened beer sitting in front of Yui and although she’s sure she drank about five by now, she’s still not remotely near drunk.
Haruka on the other hand has had three beers and is reasonably out of her mind as she whines on Yui’s shoulder.
"Yu—-i, pay attention to me," Haruka complains as she places her hands on Yui’s cheek, stretching and pulling the skin until she has to take the drunkard’s hands and still them with her own.
But Yui doesn’t mind because this is the only time she can have Haruka sit on her lap as if it were the easiest thing in the world, this is the only time Haruka let’s Yui pretend they’re everything she wants them to be.
"I love you," comes a quick confession from her own lips and Haruka just stares with the hazy look and smiles before slumping over on Yui’s shoulder without a reply.
Haruka mumbles something inaudible and Yui can only pretend the words are the ones she wants to hear the most.
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Over and Over Until the Future DisappearsSayaka/Miyuki (AKB48/NMB48/SKE48)
443 words
A/N: Because why not, i’m horrible
The first time she meets her is in the jail cell of the palace.
Watanabe Miyuki is a slave and after refusing the guard’s advances, she was stuck in jail and sentenced to death. She looks happy.
She quickly discovers Miyuki can’t read and so she teaches her with the hay that lines the bottom of the cell. They have all the time in the world.
Miyuki’s put to death by poison days later; she doesn’t watch. Instead, she has to stop and breath as the hay, meticulously arranged in the cell, read the words “thank you.”
—-
They meet three times, they fall in love three times.
The second time is in Tokyo and they live as petty thieves until Sayaka is taken away by the police and released years later. Miyuki had been killed in the arrest.
The third time is in New York, the bustling city of opportunity that sprang to world prominence. Miyuki gets a job in a factory, Sayaka joins her. They live their lives quietly and in poverty until disease takes Miyuki away again.
The fourth is in Japan again, and this time, the first time, they meet and live their lives until Miyuki dies at age sixty-five.
—-
Watanabe Miyuki is a student in Hiroshima, 1945. The world is in chaos after a bloody war in Europe and Asia — Sayaka doesn’t pay attention to anything except how Miyuki’s lips turn into a tight frown.
Threat of nuclear bombs; surreal and foreign. It can’t be, teachers say to calm students but it ends up happening anyways.
There’s a buzz of machinery above them and a high-pitched scream of blazing steel that cascade down. Miyuki’s hand is tight around hers until the force of the bomb sends them flying ten meters apart from each other.
When she regains consciousness, Miyuki is gasping from breath and she feels her heart break as bloody fingers touch the pale cheek.
"Goodbye, Sayaka," Miyuki says with a smile and the whole world shatters into atoms.
—-
This is their sixth time now, but in the mountains of Switzerland.
Sayaka’s lost track of time a long while now but a fleeting glimpse of brown hair and a bright smile has her running in the street corners. There’s a small cafe with an unpronouncible name and the waitress smiles and asks for a name but Sayaka brushes past her and sits in an occupied booth across from a girl reading a book.
"Hello."
The girl looks up, startled, glasses lopsided just like her puzzled smile. “Hi.”
—-
"How many times has it been now?"
Her head is resting in Miyuki’s lap, face buried in her stomach. Miyuki pets her hair, long fingers gently parting strands to her liking.
It’s been a year since the cafe incident and Sayaka had told her everything during the time; the past, their first meeting, and this is the sixth time she’s told their continuing story.
"Six."
Miyuki makes an awed noise, something akin to a soft “oh.” Her fingers keep working and Sayaka just shrugs.
"You always said you wanted to go to Switzerland. I waited for ninty-four years."
Miyuki lifts Sayaka’s head up so she can crawl in her arms instead, whispering apologies. “I’m sorry,” there’s a sheepish smile before the apology is blocked by a kiss.
—-
Miyuki lives to be eighty-three this time.
Sayaka is at her side the entire time, hand clasped tightly as Miyuki breathes her last breath and the world resets again.
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Let's FlyYui/Haruka (AKB48)
2061 words
A/N: Hahahahahahahhahaaahaha no plot all fluff Yuiparu holla
"Hello? Can you hear me?"Haruka’s voice is shaky and crackling with electricity as Yui turns up the volume of her laptop, nodding her head.
"Yeah, I can hear you. You’re a bit blurry though. Must be the hotel wifi," Yui mumbles as she fiddles with the charger, making sure her laptop’s green light was on. Last time they had Skyped, her laptop had died and that had left for a very huffy girlfriend.
"As long as I’m not vaguely human-shaped like last time, its alright," Haruka laughs, the red sunlight filtering in through the blinds behind her.
"Wait, the sunlight's in the way, let me move— Bis no!"Yui winces as the laptop in Haruka’s hands clatter downwards onto the wooden floor, laying slightly askew as a giant furball comes to lick at the camera. “Bis that’s gross!” She laughs as the cat moves away, rubbing its side on the camera once more as Haruka’s hands come into view from behind the layer of cat spit that’s smeared all over now.
The camera blackens as she hears Haruka furiously clean at camera, an irritated, but inaudible, murmurings sounding. In a matter of seconds, her girlfriend’s face is back on screen — a little miffed as she pouts, being sure to close the door behind her. She’s lying on a bed now, mirroring Yui’s own position as her arms cross beneath her chin, all of that towered on top of a white pillow.
"Your cat is the devil and he hates me. Still," Haruka moans, fingers moving upwards to wipe the last of the smudge from the camera.
She laughs, “Bis loves you, but not as much as me.”
"Ew," Haruka sticks out her tongue, trying to look disgusted but unable to hide the blush that undeniable spreads across her cheeks.
"That’s so cheesy, I’m going to hang up on you."Yui smiles as Haruka goes on about her day, only speaking to prompt the younger girl further. She wants to know everything, from how delicious the ramen she had with Sayaka for lunch was to the evening class she had just come home from; she wants to know everything so she can talk with Haruka as though she was right next to her and not halfway across the world in Los Angeles, California. She laughs at Haruka’s jokes, even if they’re not that funny (but Yui still thinks they are), and she gets worried even if Haruka insists she’s alright because she — Yokoyama Yui — is head-over-heels in love with Shimazaki Haruka.
The steady stream of words slowly trail to a stop, as though Haruka had exhausted her word supply, and Yui’s left smiling goofily at the camera in the silence.
"Stop being creepy,"Haruka says, but she’s smiling so Yui doesn’t really care.
“How’s Los Angeles?”"Alright, the same as any place. Oh, reminds me," Yui waggles her eyebrows, using the best American accent she can pull off — although the words still come out a bit wrangled and heavily accented. "I love you!"
"I am not English.""Your replies have gotten quicker," she chuckles, reverting back to Japanese after Haruka’s pitiful attempt at English. "Does that mean I failed?"
"No, it means go to bed. Isn’t it two AM for you?" Haruka scolds, a finger wagging at the camera.
“What are you doing, staying up?”"Talking to you, which is worth more than sleep." It’s a disgustingly cheesy confession, but it’s been months since she’s last seen Haruka and quite frankly, she doesn’t care anymore. "I want to kiss you."
"Gross.""Let me be romantic," she rolls backwards, shifting the computer so its on her stomach and balanced on her knees so the camera is angled to reflect her face still. "But really, I miss you."
"Me too. Hurry back to Japan, I don’t think I can live off of fast food and Miyuki’s cooking any longer. The girl is trying to kill me, I swear. She’s burned everything she’s given me — thinks I’m a trashcan or something.""A cute trashcan."
"Still a trashcan, you idiot. Now go to sleep, Miyuki’s coming over soon anyways and I still look like I just rolled off the streets," Haruka waves, smiling brightly as she makes a heart with her hands.
The line goes dead and Yui’s left staring at the white message screen as Haruka types one last message: “I love you, sleep well.”
—-
Yui’s been to fourteen countries in five continents: Australia, South Korea, Taiwan, USA, Cananda, Brazil, England, France, Italy, Czech Republic, India, Germany, China, and Japan.
She doesn’t stay for long in each place, maybe a two days, maybe a week, but its been five months since she’s been traveling and there’s another month to go in Europe before she’s allowed back to Japan — to see Haruka. With her she always carries her camera, a manila folder filled with photographs and paperwork, passport, laptop, and other miscellaneous items like clothes and the such; its hard being a travel photographer, but she loves the job.
Haruka, on the other hand, is still a college student, working for a degree in history because unlike everything else in school, it doesn’t bore her. Or at least, bore her as much.
"I want to see the Notre Dame too!" Haruka whines while Yui’s in France, munching on a pastry of some unpronouncable name that she doesn’t even bother trying to say.
"I’ve seen the Disney Hunchback movie and ugh— you’re so lucky Yui.""Wait, you want to see the famous monument because of a
Disney movie?” Her voice is incredulous, but Haruka only quirks an eyebrow as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Isn’t the fact you’re majoring in history a better reason?”
"I’m majoring in Asian history, not European."Yui wants to prod on, but she lets the subject go as she finishes the last of the pastry — it was quite delicious — and licks the crumb off her lips. “I’ll take you here one day, we can go on a world tour together. How does that sound?”
"Tiring."She whines, “Haru—kaaa!”
The girl from the screen laughs, smiling brightly as she types in a mocking heart emoticon in the chat that only furthers the frown on Yui’s face.
"I’m kidding, I would love to." Haruka grins toothily, the red hood of her oversized hoodie slipping and covering her eyes. Yui stares, smiling back moronically because Haruka is cute. Really cute. She hates — really loves — how cute she is.
"Good!"
"So what did you have in France? No lovely ladies seducing you with French foods or any sorts?""Many," Yui chuckles, wanting to tease her girlfriend, "But I shot them all down— but that one girl, what a waste."
"Wh-Wha— Yokoyama Yui, if you cheat on me I swear I’m kicking you out and keeping your cat." Haruka’s voice is threatening, eyes narrowed in a glare, but the whole act is unconvincing because she wouldn’t dare. Or at least Yui hopes she wouldn’t.
"I’m kidding! The only thing I did today was take pictures and grab some fast food. The French apparently really like McDonalds."
Haruka snickers,
“Because French fries?”Yui moans, “You’re so lame.”
"French toast?""Stop."
"Oh, French horn?"Yui contemplates slamming her laptop shut and taking a nap. “No, that’s not even edible you idiot.”
The rally goes on as Haruka googles items with the word French in it as Yui’s left wondering why she’s dating such an idiot. Oh yeah, she loves her. That’s important.
When the last of the giggles subsides, she’s back to work touching up the photos: changing filters, coloring the backgrounds to make it more vibrant, etc etc. It’s not particularly the most fascinating sight, but she appreciates how Haruka stays quiet so she can work — the quality if the pictures did determine the income she made.
"Sorry, I’m almost—" she trails off as her eyes catch sight of the red blob that’s replaced Haruka on the screen. The girl’s face, partially hidden by the hood, is relaxed, lips slightly parted and eyes shut in a dream-like quality if it weren’t for the blanket wrapped haphazardly around her waist. Bis comes up too, nuzzling his cheek against the camera and mewling before curling into Haruka’s side, fur pushed up against the palm of her hand.
Yui smiles because it’s all she can do as her heart threatens to burst and the swelling feeling inflates her chest as she whispers a soft “good night” and ends the call.
—-
A week flies by with no calls between the two. She flies from Europe to Asia, China to be precise, in the last stretch of her journey.
She’s on the Great Wall when Haruka decides to call.
"Hello?" The line softens and there’s only the gentle sounds of an exhale that leaves her more confused than anything. "I’m a bit busy Haruka, I’m sorry I’ll call you back tonight—!"
"I love you," and the line clicks into silence.
Yui drops her phone.
She calls back in a hour, panting as she escapes the sun and the carbon dioxide filled air with a side-dives into a small café to avoid being run over by a crowd of people.
Voicemail hits almost immediately.
"This is Shimazaki Haruka, I’m not here. Leave a message or call later."
She debates throwing her phone but there’s already a large vertical crack near the right side from when she dropped it earlier and it wouldn’t be good if she missed an important call — like business, but Haruka too.
Tomorrow, she would be going back, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
—-
The last plane ride into Japan is the most tiring one as it seems to drag on and on. The engine issues delayed the 2P.M. flight time and lost luggage issues and other miscalleneous details regarding the airport itself deterr the journey back home for even longer.
Needless to say, Yui was irritated.
When the airplane finally takes off, she doesn’t bother sleeping through the entire ride and manages to shove her way through the crowd and be the first one off the flight. There’s one carry-on backpack strapped on and another fairly small suitcase that drags behind her as she hauls a taxi, reading off the address with spit-fire speed.
She hadn’t bothered telling Haruka that she would be coming back today, wanting to surprise the girl, and a large smile grew on her face. What kind of surprised look would she get?
She hopes it’s a kiss instead of the more likely punch on the arm.
The fantasy is still strong as Yui steps off the cab, tipping more than any sane person would, before jumping on the elevator and running to the door of Haruka’s and her shared apartment—
Locked.
Oh.
Yui fumbles, dropping her backpack as she rummages through her pockets before remembering that she had lost the key long ago in the streets of Toronto (fell down into the sewer). Her phone conveniently decides to run out of battery when she tries to call and the thing drops and shatters completely — useless with the touchscreen in a million pieces.
"Why, why, why, why, why?" She moans, forehead hitting the metal door as she took a look at the time.
Seven. Haruka would be back at around nine.
Damn.
—-
Luckily Haruka comes back thirty minutes earlier than normal, arms filled with groceries. Yui looks up from the ground, having given up and sat down in front of the door as though a poor beggar — which, in a sense, she was.
"Hi."
Haruka gapes before frowning, or at least trying to because Yui sees the corners of her lips twitch upwards. “You’re a loser.”
—-
Luggage is dropped, groceries are put away, a quick shower is taken, and dinner (omlette, rice, and other convenice store foods) is hastily eaten before Yui abandon everything and kisses Haruka.
Fingers thread through her black hair as Haruka’s tongue spells out a ‘I missed you’ on her own and the two fumble their way into the bedroom as Bis, who had been pet and adored the minute Yui stepped inside the apartment, stalks out and curls on the living room couch.
"Welcome back," Haruka gasps as her back hits the bed and Yui towers over her, swift hands moving to play with the buttons of her shirt already.
Yui grins.
"Good to be back."
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