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The Hello! Project Fanfics => H!P Fanfics => Crack-to-Go => Topic started by: freya86 on August 10, 2006, 10:54:04 AM
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Howdy folks :D
This is my drabble thread, for the non-pervy ones I've written so far, and for those that are yet to come (hopefully), mostly because rndmnwierd told me to post some of my stuff ^_^
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Mako/Yossi, Ishiyoshi, Ishiyoshi II
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Makoto's always known that Yossi would never be hers.
As soon as she joined Morning Musume, before she was even aware of her feelings for the older girl, it was clear that there was more to the relationship between Yossi and Rika than met the eye.
And the better she got to know them, the more she was sure that this something was more than just simple friendship, that it went far deeper than that ... that it was love.
But it was just a suspicion, nothing more.
Until, one day, she found Yossi sobbing in her hotel room and, letting her cry on her shoulder, she told Makoto about her true feelings for Rika.
It was the first fight Makoto witnessed, more or less, but it surely wasn't the last.
Yet even though she felt herself falling in love with Yossi, she let her cry on her shoulder after each and every fight that followed, telling her that everything would be alright.
Years have passed and now things are supposed to be different, easier.
And they are, to some degree.
Because Rika's with Erika now and even though Makoto doesn't know for sure, she suspects that Erika was the reason why Rika and Yossi broke up.
They are still friends, of course, the best of friends, and Yossi likes Erika a great deal, so everything should be fine.
Yossi is free again and Makoto's feelings for her friend haven't changed, are still strong and obvious in her heart.
But it just doesn't feel right to tell Yossi when Makoto finds her in her hotel room, crying, again, and no matter how often she swears that she's happy for Rika, Makoto knows that it's a lie.
Yossi still loves Rika, and that's why things aren't okay at all.
FIN
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Rating: G
Pairing: Yuko/Kei
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The sky above Yuko’s head is bright blue and the air around her is fresh and clear, laden with the sweet scent of sakura.
All around her, there are people gathered for picnics, friends, families, couples, seated on their blankets under the trees, and their voices and their laughter carry across the park to her position, reminding her of the last time she has done this, years ago, and she envies them for the carefree freedom with which they are enjoying this spectacle.
The voice on the other end of her cell phone breaks the silence and pulls her out of her thoughts.
“Why so quiet?”
Yuko sighs, a wistful smile playing around her lips, and she can’t hide the sadness that tints her voice when she replies.
“It’s just ... everyone looks so happy ...”
For a moment, there is no answer and Yuko lets her eyes travel back over the park again.
Then the voice speaks up again.
“Where are you now?”
“I’m at Shinjuku Gyoen”; and this time when there is no reply Yuko knows that they’re both remembering all those times they’ve been here before.
They are happy happy memories, peaceful memories full of love.
“I wish you could be here with me”, Yuko whispers and even though she can’t see it, she knows the woman on the other end is nodding her head.
“Yeah, me too. It’s been too long since we went to hanami together.”
It’s Yuko’s turn to nod now and she imagines herself under one of those trees, a soft blanket beneath her and a warm body next to her, content in the simple act of being together.
But it is just a fantasy and she sighs again as she forces her steps to quicken and her eyes to focus on the road ahead.
It is not healthy to dwell on fantasies for too long.
She turns a corner, knowing that this will lead her away from the sakura trees, and stops dead in her tracks.
There she is, standing beneath one of the last pink trees, cell phone still in her hand, and Yuko can hear her chuckles both over her phone as well as right in front of her.
“Kei-chan”, she breathes.
“What are you doing here?” and a smile lights up her face as she sees the color creeping into cheeks she knows so well.
“I was in the area”, Kei mumbles, and it’ so obviously a lie but yet so cute that Yuko can’t help but laugh wholeheartedly.
She feels a familiar happiness flood her veins when Kei takes her hand and Yuko leans forward to give her a quick peck on the top of her nose.
“Ba~ka”, she accuses playfully, and Kei’s breath tickles her collarbone as she giggles.
Soft enough for only Kei to hear she adds “I still love you.”
FIN
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Maki/Nacchi
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Just ... away.
Away from here.
Away from her.
The corridors are endless and white, too white for her tear-filled eyes and where she is, where she's going, she doesn't know.
Just away.
Away from the one who hurt her like nothing, no one, ever before.
Away from the one she loves.
Her legs fail to carry her and against the white walls she breaks down, hands flailing, helplessly clutching for something to hold on to.
And there she is.
As if she called for her.
In the moment of need she is next to her.
Warm arms wrap around her and she shakes her head, as if waking from a fever, eyes still blurry, limbs still numb, heart still broken.
It feels awkward.
It doesn't feel right.
And yet it feels too good to be wrong.
The voice that reaches her ear is just as warm as the arms on her waist, warm as the breath on her cheek, and she shudders, cold skin reacting, goose bumps forming.
"It's all right" ...
"It will be" ...
"You're too good for a love like this, Gotsuan."
She wants to shake her head, wants to jump to her feet, protest, but when she tries her body convulses, and so she falls right back into waiting arms, hands patting her hair, hands she has often dreamed of in a different way.
There is no chance, she knows.
She may love, but she is not loved in returned.
At least not as more than a friend.
Beneath her face, just in the junction between throat and shoulder, she can feel the pulse beating, rapidly, first against her cheek, then against her lips and a gasp sounds above her as she touches her tongue to that point.
“Gotsuan” ...
“Nacchi ... I will always love you” ...
“Gotsuan” ...
FIN
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Kei/Yuko
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She left on a misunderstanding.
It was just a weekend, but Shanghai was far away and time and space would put enough distance between them for their argument to settle down, and maybe, eventually, to be forgotten.
Somehow it was convenient that they barely got to see each other.
They fought often, but when they met again, weeks later, they seemed to remember that they used to be in love, happily so, and kisses and caresses were traded like sacred goods.
They never talked about all the screaming and the accusations, the hurt feelings and the tears cried when they were alone.
Until they fought again.
And now Yuko was in Shanghai and Kei was still in Tokyo and again the temporary settlement of their argument was leaving a bitter aftertaste in Kei's mouth.
FIN
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Nacchi/Sayaka
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Sayaka's legs are still bruised, blue and purple, make-up that looks far too real, and Natsumi slides down the rock and sits on the cool sand, her hand reaching out to trace the bruise, careful, as not to add more pain.
"They're not real, you know", and Natsumi knows, of course she knows, but still it seems as if, above her, Sayaka flinches, away from her touch, even as her voice sounds calm and gentle.
"I know", she whispers, and yet she can't take her eyes away, can't help but think that something like this should never happen, not to anyone, not to Sayaka, never to Sayaka.
She wonders what Ayumi would do.
What would Ayumi do if this was Maho? If this was Pinch Runner, a movie, and not real life?
If this was Pinch Runner, Ayumi would wrap an arm around Maho's shoulder, their heads resting together while their hands joined between their bodies, partly resting on Ayumi's thigh, partly resting on Maho's thigh.
If this was Pinch Runner, Ayumi would press a kiss to each and every bruise marring Maho's legs, telling her that these were the last marks her father would ever leave on her, that she was there to protect her, to care for her, to love her.
But they are not Ayumi and Maho when the camera is off and so Natsumi wets one of her fingers and brushes it over Sayaka's shin, first the right, then the left, until clean skins shows beneath the fake bruises and Natsumi sighs with relief.
"It's scary what make-up can do, ne?" she smiles up at the other girl and Sayaka smiles back, nods, and reaches for Natsumi's hand to pull her up, onto the stone, next to her.
FIN
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Ah, a beauty to read these are!
Wonderful
I feel as if Im taking to another place. A world where these scenes are played out before my eyes and Im the lucky spectator. Someone watching from under the cherry blossoms. The apartment next door and so on....^^
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Yay! I'm so happy you posted these here! I've actually read all of these. Multiple times now. And yay! ...Words escape me at the moment...
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Ah, a beauty to read these are!
Wonderful
I feel as if Im taking to another place. A world where these scenes are played out before my eyes and Im the lucky spectator. Someone watching from under the cherry blossoms. The apartment next door and so on....^^
That's exactly what I felt! It was like I was transformed to another time and place. Just standing in the shawdows watching everything happen.
Great writing freya86. They were all so touching :cry:
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Oh freya, how you rock.
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Pairing: Koharu/Yuko
Rating: PG-13
entirely rndmnwierd's fault :P
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Koharu's not entirely sure why she's never noticed those eyes before.
Sure, she's seen them, but never like this, never staring, never leering, never at her.
It makes her feel weird, goosebumps forming all over her body and she doesn't know whether to run or to stay.
In the end, curiosity gets the better of her.
"Nakazawa-san? Is something wrong?"
The older woman blinks, once, twice, and sets her beer down on the table in front of her.
She seems to be swaying a little, even in a sitting position, and her words come out slurred.
She's obviously more than just a little tipsy.
"Wrong? No, Kusumi-chan, nothing's wrong. It's just ..."
Her hand lifts to brush across Koharu's cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and resting there, half covering her ear, fingers pressing against the back of her scalp.
"You're so young, Kusumi-chan, and already so pretty. Did you know that?"
When Koharu shakes her head, Yuko smiles, eyes slightly glassy, and brings her other hand to the girl's face, trailing a finger over her cheek, up and down and back up again.
"You're going to be a real hottie when you're grown up. All the guys will be after you ... and the girls, too", she adds with a smirk and Koharu can feel the color creeping into her cheeks at what she assumes is meant as a compliment.
"No, they won't", she tries shaking her head, but her movements are resitricted by the older woman's hand still holding her face.
"Oh, yes, they will. Believe me, I'm older than you, I know. They will ... and they already are", Yuko's voice becomes softer, almost a whisper as she brings her face closer to Koharu's, nose softly gliding over her still childish features, and Koharu's too surprised to pull away as one finger moves from her cheek to her lips, tracing the outlines like a painting, and she opens them on instict.
"Have you ever been kissed, Koharu-chan?" Yuko questions and lets her finger slip past the confines of the girl's lips, her nail scraping over white teeth, and again Koharu tries to shake her head, but even though the movement is short and weak, the message seems to be clear.
A second later, a soft mouth is replacing the finger on her lips and she can't fight the urge to gasp as the taste of beer fills her mouth, together with warm breath and an insisting tongue.
Yuko's hand are wandering as well, one tangling in her loose hair, almost painful, while the other travels down the length of her arm, coming to rest on her waist, and Koharu feels herself being pulled into the older woman's lap.
She's not resisting at all and she's surprised at her own behavior, but the kiss feels wonderful, and it is her first, after all, and if her sempai says it's all right, then it is, and so she dares to move her own hands, placing them carefully on the shoulders in front of her.
She can feel how breathing has become harder for her, but it's nothing compared to Yuko's ragged breathing that reaches her ears, a moan escaping from the woman's lips and Koharu pulls away, afraid she might have hurt her.
But Yuko opens her eyes and smiles at her, caressing her cheek and dusting another quick kiss on Koharu’s lips.
“So young”, she murmurs against the girl’s mouth.
“There's still so much I could show you.”
FIN
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Considering the whole age thing...this is probably treading on thin ice. :panda_shifty:
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*stands on ice and jumps up and down* Meh its all good!!
*sees a tiny crack forming* But on the other hand...yeaaah...do you like cookies? Haha. I cant get enough of that joke!!
It seems Koharu Yuko fics are popping up everywhere. Is it the oldest with the youngest fad happening and I dont even know?
I like it even though Im not a fan of Koharu. I would like to go into more detail about what I like and what I dont like about the fic but it seems Im lost for words!! haha. Im so sorry Freya you have to bare with me I might be able to give deeper thoughts after I sit down in class and review it all in my mind
Keep writing.
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Pairing: Koharu/Yuko
Rating: PG-13
entirely rndmnwierd's fault :P
O_O. That's way better than mine.... Thanks for placing blame, though.:heart:
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*stands on ice and jumps up and down* Meh its all good!!
*sees a tiny crack forming* But on the other hand...yeaaah...do you like cookies? Haha. I cant get enough of that joke!!
*rofl* At least there still IS ice, ne? It's not like it's completely melted yet.
But hey, it's just a kiss, after all, so it's all innocent (to some degree).
For a moment, I was really considering writing just a bit more and then posting it in the perv, but considering how I doubt the mods would've put up with it, I decided to leave it like this.
If I ever write more about them (if!), I probably won't post it here.
Im so sorry Freya you have to bare with me I might be able to give deeper thoughts after I sit down in class and review it all in my mind
Keep writing.
*pats* No prob. This is probably far from the best fic I've ever written, but I just couldn't get the thought of rndmnwierd's drabble out of my mind, so I basically wrote this in under an hour just to get it out of my system. And it worked :D
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*waves* Just a short shout of hello to all you guys!!! I'm back :D And I missed you. Damn, how I missed you. But I'm back now so that's all that matters, really!
I'm working on new stuff, but university is starting on Monday so it might slow me down a little bit. I guess I have to wait and see.
Until then, here's another little gift ... my first OPV!
I wasn't sure where to put it so I thought this was the savest place ... and my signature, of course :P It's Yuko/Kei (big surprise!) and set to Yume no naka. Those who visit RenaiRev probably already know it.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/freya_caps/Manips/yumenonaka_opv.jpg)
download (http://www.sendspace.com/file/zn0flw)
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Whoo! Does this mean you are back for good?
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Welcome back freya!
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Whoo! Does this mean you are back for good?
Yep, that's right! Back for good ^_^
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Tadaima!!!!!
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Whoohoo! Freya's back, break out the al-ki-hall!
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Because it's Kei-chan's birthday and all that ... I bring you a new story ... three drabbles, that is, but together they form one story ... and, yeah, they are set in 1998, 2002 and 2006. Enjoy ^^
Oh, and Reiko's Yuko's mother.
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Rating : PG
Pairing : Yuko/Kei
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/freya_caps/Manips/whatsinaname.jpg)
Nakazawa-san
Their first meeting is quick and awkward, uncalled for at that particular moment, but Yaguchi and Kei rush into the dressing room just when Reiko is about to leave and so it's simply the wrong place at the wrong time and there's nothing either of them can do about it.
Yuko has that expression that doesn't reveal anything at all when she introduces them to her mother, but her behavior is a little too casual, too forced when she wraps her arms around their shoulders, Kei right, Yaguchi left, and they can feel her hands trembling against their skin.
They bow deeply, probably deeper than necessary, but a strange air of authority is wrapped around Reiko, and while they mutter their "yoroshiku onegaishimasu" to "Nakazawa-san" under their breaths it almost feels out of place when Yuko says "Okaasan" and links, quite affectionately, arms with her.
The trembling has, obviously, stopped.
Reiko-san
A few years later, in the first months of 2002, their schedules are surprisingly empty, and so it's easier to actually spend time together, alone, and it's already become a bad habit for them to spend whole weekends in bed.
Kei's place is always tidy, neat and barely looks lived in, which is why Yuko demands that they also do their fair share of nothings there, like pillow fights, sleeping in, movie nights, and everything else the average adult does.
But Kei also likes her place tidy and neat and so they always end up at Yuko's apartment, which is already chaotic enough, loaded as it is with stuffed animals and Morning Musume merchandise, so there's not much damage that could be done.
Except when the door bell rings on one of those days they once again didn't get out of the pajamas and Yuko finds her mother standing there with "Surprise!" on her lips and a smile that's slowly crumbling as she finds her 28-year-old daughter only half-dressed.
Maybe Kei showing up with her top baring her right shoulder and the first three buttons undone makes everything worse, maybe it's exactly the right thing to happen, because Reiko suddenly regains her composure and steps inside with a wide grin on her lips.
Thrusting a bouquet of flowers into her daughter's general direction, she grabs Kei by her hand and drags her into the living room and Yuko's left alone with nothing to do but search for a vase and wonder what her mother's up to.
When she returns to the living room, she finds Reiko and Kei on the couch, obviously comfortable in each other's company and it's "Kei-chan" this and "Reiko-san" that and maybe, Yuko thinks, there is no damage at all, only the start of something new.
Okaasan
Somewhere along the way Reiko has become as much a part of her life, of her family, as Yuko and Kei smiles as she watches the two banter over something or other and like mother like daughter doesn't even begin to describe them.
Whatever battle they've had going on, Reiko wins it and as she tries to usher her daughter out of the kitchen, Kei has to jump in and convince a pouting Yuko that they are not locking her out.
With one last kiss to the tip of her lover's nose she pushes the door shut and finds Reiko staring at her, a small smile on her lips and the hint of tears glistening in her eyes, and it's an awkward silence that Kei finally breaks with a nervous laugh.
Reiko joins her in her laughter and wraps her up in an embrace, a motherly embrace that makes Kei feel warm and safe and Kei finds herself comparing Reiko to her daughter even now, how Yuko's arms are just the same as her mother's.
"Kei-chan", Reiko whispers as they pull apart and her next words make Kei surge forward happily and hug Reiko all over again.
"I think it's about time that you call me "Okaasan", don't you think?"
FIN
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Freya dear, yet another masterpiece. I am humbled in the precence of such YuuKei greatness.
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Gocchin/Nacchi
inspired by this picture (http://blog.gotomaki.net/?eid=238733)
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/freya_caps/Manips/setonyou.jpg)
It's warm, warm all around, and so bright that she has to shield her eyes with her hand as she blinks up against the sun.
Such a clear blue ... such a pretty sky.
"Gocchin ..."
A soft voice whispers next to her and she turns her head, the grass tickling her cheek, a pleasant smell surrounding her, hair falling into her eyes so that she can't see.
Can't see, but hear.
"Gocchin ..."
Again her name, and she tries to lift a hand to clear her vision, but something holds on to her, doesn't let her move, something dark and bloated, soft yet unyielding.
"Gocchin ..."
She tries to answer, tries asking for help, but nothing comes out, voice stuck in her throat, and she moves her head to the other side, the sun flickering before her eyes, shakes her head from side to side and loses any sense of direction.
Panic rises now, lost somewhere without the ability to move or to speak and she can feel her heart swelling in her chest, beating frantically, hot tears stinging behind her closed eye-lids, because the sky's just too blue.
A hand covers her face and she wakes with a start, eyes snapping open and a sob escaping her throat and there's Nacchi, eyes wide and hand risen in mid-air between them.
She looks around, searches for whoever or whatever was holding her down, but only encounters the reserved color of her dressing room and her dark coat, wrapped around her in an unruly fashion.
Relief washes over as she realizes that she was only dreaming and she untangles from the coat and stands.
"Gocchin?"
She recognizes the voice now, without having to see the face, and her lips curve into a smile as she turns to Nacchi, takes in the older woman in her blue dress and sighs.
"It's okay", she says, soothing the worry she can see in furrowed brows, and wraps her arms around Nacchi, buries her face in long wavy hair and breathes deeply.
Arms sneak around her own waist, and she's tempted to just close her eyes again and give in to sleep, but there's no time, never enough time, and so she pulls away again, too soon.
"Let's go", Nacchi whispers and looks up at her, eyes warm and loving, and Gocchin touches her lips to Nacchi's in a kiss, savouring the warmth, feeling Nacchi respond and her eyes do close now.
“This is not a dream, right?” she asks against soft lips, voice faltering, holding Nacchi close, as close as possible, and feels the other woman shakes her head before claiming her lips again.
They simply need the time … sometimes.
FIN
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Blast from the past!
How nostalgic. Its been forever and a day since I have read a Goto/Nacchi Fic. I must admit them. Plainly because they are nostalgic and they were the first couples (along with Yuko/Kei) that I read about.
Now that I think about it - Im sure it was you that wrote the fics that are in my memory ^^
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Kei/Yuko
written for challenge #10 @ Renai Revolution
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/freya_caps/Manips/yukei_howitends.jpg)
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Kei looks around, but what her eyes encounter is strange, cold, untouched by her own world, and she may recognize the clock on the wall or the color of the carpet, but it's not the same anymore, not the same as she remembers and thus not hers anymore.
Even the gray Tokyo sky behind the window looks more familiar, more inviting than this room, but while most of her screams for her to move, to leave, a small part won't let her, not yet, and so she remains still, bag in hands, while her heart throbs with confusion.
"Ready?"
Yuko's leaning against the frame of the door, a position far too relaxed, far too superior in contrast to Kei, but Yuko's staying and her eyes don't see the same things, neither the cold nor the unfamiliarity of this - their - room, their place.
But she doesn't look quite comfortable, eyes distant when Kei catches a glance of them, arms crossed in front of her chest in a gesture that looks more like it's meant to comfort than to provoke, and it's strange that when Kei should feel a glimmer of satisfaction, all that she does feel is sadness.
In response to Yuko's question, Kei just nods, not able to voice the definite when both are fully aware of it, every future implication of “them” lying crumbled at their feet, and Kei’s finger tighten around her bag as she finally wills herself to move, towards Yuko, out of the door, through the corridor and she can feel rather than hear Yuko behind her, close behind her, piercing eyes on her back until they reach the front door.
“Listen, Kei-chan …” Yuko whispers, voice unnaturally feeble, and Kei holds up a hand to stop the other woman, sensing what Yuko’s about to say and not wanting to hear it, not after everything that’s happened, not after all the happy memories they have together.
“Don’t”, she whispers, turning around, “just don’t.”
Looking up, Kei’s eyes meet Yuko's, and for a moment the strange air of stillness that's fallen around them shifts and they smile at each other, remembering, re-living the past in a second, silently agreeing that it’s for the best this way, without many words and apologies.
Then Kei steps through the door, hearing it close behind her, and the sound echoes through her mind as she walks away from another closed chapter in her life.
FIN
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Im gonna have to sit and think about this one for a while before I understand all of it...
Btw...where is that other story ur suppose to be writing ^^
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Yuko/Kei no more? Why? *sniffle*
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Im gonna have to sit and think about this one for a while before I understand all of it...
Btw...where is that other story ur suppose to be writing ^^
*scratches head* You didn't understand it? Which part? Has my writing finally gotten too confusing???
And yeah, that other story is sort of stuck. I dunno, I was in the middle of writing it all down and then suddenly it took this turn and now it's such a general fic and I'm not satisfied with it and .. yeah, it'll take some more time.
Yuko/Kei no more? Why? *sniffle*
Well, in my timeline (God, I actually have a Yuko/Kei timeline!!!) they broke off around 2002/2003 before they got back together. Just the usual stuff, not enough time for each other, they grew apart, etc.
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Ah. *wipes eyes discretely*
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Yay, I'm back! Sorry folks, major writer's block, which is now over, hopefully *crosses fingers*
This is a semi-sequel to In Training, which was already "treading on thin ice" in this thread last August. But this piece is actually tamer - read, nothing really happens - so I'm still posting it. If the mods want it remove, please do so or tell me and I'll do it.
And now on to the fic ...
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Koharu/Yuko, suggested Yuko/Aika, Koharu/Aika
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Koharu recognizes that look, has had it directed at her countless times before.
She knows what lays ahead before she even hears her name being called out, yet even then she feels the reluctance in her steps as her feet carry her towards the other woman.
Nakazawa Yuko may be her senior, her sempai, maybe even her boss in some ways, but they share a relationship that goes quite beyond the obvious and it's complicated and twisted and something Koharu tries not to think about too often.
Now, though, as Yuko wraps her fingers around Koharu's arm and pulls her closer, out of the way, those eyes only briefly graze her face before returning to their original target.
Aika is even younger than Koharu, by a mere year, but younger still and Koharu feels something in her stomach tighten uncomfortably at the attention Yuko is bestowing upon the girl.
Yet she is mistaken, because Yuko's smile widens into a wicked grin when her eyes flicker back to Koharu and her fingers find the soft skin at her hip.
"Have I not taught you well enough, Koharu-chan?" she questions and Koharu is at a loss of words as Yuko chuckles behind her.
"Don't worry, Koharu-chan, it's not you I'm interested in. This time", she adds with a low drawl, though she adds a second hand to Koharu's hips and forces the girl's attention on Aika and she presses her mouth to Koharu's ear.
"I'm thinking she'd be a though one, our dear Aika. Harder to crack than you, don't you think?" and Koharu's once again reminded of her first kiss, when she was just 14, as Aika is now.
It was nice, warm, overwhelming, and in retrospect something Koharu shouldn't have allowed, because it got out of control pretty soon.
And Koharu knows the way this conversation is taking, because this is Yuko, and she stiffens in the older woman's grasp when Aika's eyes stray and catch hers for a moment, a small smile on her lips and a blush on her cheeks before she looks away again.
"You think she's ever been kissed, our dear Aika?" Yuko questions, but Koharu doubts it's even a real question and so she doesn't bother answering and keeps quiet, wondering what Yuko would like to hear.
She finds out soon enough, when Yuko chuckles again and presses her just a little closer, flatting her smaller form against Koharu's back.
"Or maybe you know ..." she says. "Maybe she has been kissed already, and you know who took that precious gift ..." Yuko trails off, but something in her voice makes it clear what she's hinting at and Koharu can't believe she's heard correctly, can't believe Yuko could actually be suggesting ...
She opens her mouth for a reply, but whatever she wants to say, it gets stuck in her throat as Yuko breathes hotly across her neck, pressing a quick kiss to the point where Koharu's pulse beats.
"Or maybe she hasn't, yet, and is instead waiting for a certain someone to make a move. Someone she has picked out to be her first ... do you think she'd do that?"
Koharu finds herself shaking her head before she's even thought about an answer.
"Maybe I should try my luck then", Yuko continues, her voice low and seductive, and Koharu is suprised when she hears her own voice suddenly, equally low but almost threatening.
"Don't you dare", she whispers and she knows this is not what the older woman was expecting because she stops breathing for the split of a second and then straightens noticably behind her. It gives Koharu the perfect opportunity to bring some distance between them and she takes a step forward and turns around, facing Yuko.
There's silence between them and only their eyes stay connected, but it's enough because after a few moments, Yuko reaches out and gives her shoulder a push, not enough to actually make Koharu move, but enough to make her intentions clear.
"Then for God's sake, do your job", Yuko grits out between clenched teeth. "You're her sempai, go and protect your precious little Aika. Before someone else comes along and finds herself fit for that position."
With that she turns and strides back towards the other members, engaging in conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened and after all, this is Yuko and considering the last year, maybe, for her, this isn't out of the ordinary.
Koharu breathes deeply before she turns back around and finds Aika's eyes on her again, sparkling with a light that Koharu hasn't noticed prior to tonight. Yuko's words keep ringing in her ear - for God's sake, do your job - and as irrational as it might have sounded before, Koharu knows what Yuko expects her to do.
And so she throws a brilliant smile at Aika, watches it being returned equally bright even if a bit suprised, straightens her shoulders and moves back into the group.
Maybe Aika wouldn't be this hard to crack after all.
FIN
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That was...interesting. :O
Personally I'm hoping Yuko just meant for Koharu to be a good senpai and show Aika the ropes and what not...but then there's the whole part about "cracking" Aika, not to mention some of the more "personal" interactions mentioned that just makes you wonder what exactly was Yuko getting at?
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not to mention some of the more "personal" interactions mentioned that just makes you wonder what exactly was Yuko getting at?
LOL
anways about that short, very interesting, I'm afraid to say that I actually enjoyed reading it
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*glomp* You're back! Yay! And with some Aika lovin' too, oh what more could I ask for?
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This was started ages ago and it also doesn't really have a point, but I'm trying to finish all those unfinished pieces still on my harddrive and this was the first I picked, so, yeah, random drabble ahead.
Rating: G
Pairing: hinting at one-sided Nacchi/Yuko and some Kaori/Ayappe, if you squint really hard
takes place in early 1998
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It’s an utterly romantic act when Yuko brings her flowers one day.
Then again, it’s not, of course not, not per se, more act, less romantic, but Natsumi likes to think otherwise, likes to pretend.
So she opens the door to the bright Sunday morning sun and there she is, a dark shadow in the door way, one arm laden with spring flowers while the other is stuffed into the pocket of her jeans.
“Ohayou~”, Natsumi greets the older woman, her voice bright and cheerful, just as the season itself, and Yuko steps inside with a smirk, shoving her glasses up onto her head with such a sincere gesture that Natsumi feels her knees weakening and she has to hold on to the door frame.
In the kitchen, in a tiny vase made of glass, the flowers look like they're about to spill over the rim, bursting from their confinement, but it's the only vase Natsumi finds, and it's not even hers. It's a present from Aya to Kaori when they moved in last year.
Natsumi arranges them in the window and in the broken light that filters through the curtains the pink of the tulips looks stark and overwhelming next to the white of the anemones and Natsumi suddenly wishes she knew more about the meaning of flowers. Maybe there is a hidden meaning to Yuko's gesture. Maybe. Maybe not.
She serves Yuko tea in the living room and the morning passes in forced chit-chat until Kaori returns and interrupts the awkwardness that's made Natsumi blush and stutter and Natsumi finds she is actually glad that Yuko rises to leave.
"Such pretty flowers", Natsumi can hear Kaori exclaiming from the kitchen as she bids Yuko farewell and closes the door behind her. "Yuko brought them ...", Natsumi answers the unvoiced question and then trails off, unsure of what else to say.
Kaori emerges from the kitchen with a faint look of surprise on her face and stares at her. Then she smiles and and walks to her room. "They really are pretty", Kaori repeats. "Yuko surely knows how to choose flowers for a girl", she says before she closes her door and leaves Natsumi feeling slightly puzzled and uneasy.
FIN
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Ah! So cute!
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Awwwwwwwwwwww...:oops:
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Still trying to finish my collection of fics I started eons ago ... this is more than a drabble, though ^^
Rating : PG
Pairing : Yuko/Kei
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The kiss is soft and warm against her cheek and Kei's skin tingles even after Yuko's turned away again to stare at herself in the mirror while she moves the brush through her hair, 15, 20, 40 times, Kei's lost count of the strokes.
Unconsciously, Kei’s hand comes up to her face, fingertips just barely brushing against her cheek, and she can feel a giggle bubbling up inside of her, threatening to burst from her lips, and she averts her eyes from Yuko and busies herself with the contents of her bag.
Shortly, she contemplates which shirt to choose - the awfully colored oversized t-shirt or the mercilessly crumbled baby-doll - while her eyes keep drifting back to Yuko's reflection, watching the older woman carefully re-applying her make-up, and she has to shake her head quiet forcefully to concentrate on the task at hand.
She finally chooses the baby-doll, because she'd rather be messy than unfashionable, and changes out of her sweat-drenched costume into jeans and shirt. The shower will have to wait until she's home.
She reaches for her own brush and does a quick efficient job of making her hair look presentable, then continues with her make-up, the movements part of a routine that she's followed for many years now.
Out of the corner of her eye she catches Yuko watching her, silently, and she can't recall when the older woman stopped her routine just to watch Kei go through hers.
As soon as their eyes connect, the room grows warmer and smaller with each breath Kei takes, the walls moving in on them, the air growing hot and sticky, filled with a sudden awareness that Kei knows all too well.
It's also part of a routine, but it's only between them, only between Yuko and her, and others may know about it but that's all they do and for them, that's the end of the story.
Not so for Kei, nor for Yuko.
For them, this is a dance they’ve rehearsed almost as long as they’ve learned perfecting hair-dos and make-up.
They’ve come up with the basic steps years ago, and then they’ve worked on it, changed some things here, others there, rehearsed, tried, failed, started over and thought that was it, only to trip and find themselves at the beginning again.
And now Yuko’s moving closer, extending a hand to lightly linger on the small of Kei’s back, their eyes meeting on an even level, just as their hips, their breasts, their lips meet and even though some steps are different, the music is different, as is the lighting, they know this dance and they know it well.
Kei drops her eyelash curler in exactly the same moment that a knock sounds on the door and she doesn’t know if she drops it because the knock startles her or if it’s all just about timing, no matter if it’s good or bad, though Kei’s more inclined to say bad timing in any case, because Yuko sighs heavily and takes her hand away just as Yaguchi pushes through the door.
“Keeeeeeeiiii-chaaaaaan …”
Her voice is persistent and just a tad annoying as she calls out for Kei, and as much as Kei loves the younger girl, because she does, they both do, she can think of thousands of other places for her friend to be right now.
But of course, once again Yaguchi is oblivious that she’s interrupting and she grasps onto Kei’s hand and pulls her towards the door, tries pulling her, because Kei is resisting, not quite finished with her make-over and unwilling to leave the tension between her and Yuko hanging unresolved like this.
“Stop it, Yaguchi”, she says in her most amused tone, hoping it’ll have the desired effect, which it doesn’t because Yaguchi doesn’t let go of Kei’s hand.
“You’re taking too long, Kei-chaaaan”, Yaguchi whines, a childish pout appearing on her face, eyes wide and blinking wildly and Kei can’t help but laugh at her friend, her expression too cute and adorable to actually be angry with her and so she pats the smaller girl’s head with her free hand and assures her “I’ll be right out, Yaguchi.”
For a moment Yaguchi looks hesitant, doubting, but then she releases Kei’s hand and turns around, throwing a quick “Hurry up” over her shoulder before the door closes behind her.
A soft chuckle still shakes Kei's shoulders as she turns back around, but Yuko's returned to her bag already, not even throwing a sideway glance into Kei's general direction and as much as her behavior stings (just a little), it's something Kei has come to know and deal with as well and so she steps closer to the older woman, wrapping her arms loosely around her waist, intend on continuing where they left off.
Yuko stiffens noticeably in her arms, but just for a moment before she drops whatever she's been doing and leans back into the younger woman, a sigh leaving her body as Kei pulls her closer and buries her face in soft blonde locks and the silence stretches while they stare at each other, their eyes connecting through the mirror in an odd sense of intimacy.
Then Yuko sighs again and grasps Kei’s hand, prying them from her body and turns around so that she’s facing the younger woman, eyes warm and incredibly soft, just like her lips as she presses another kiss to Kei’s mouth.
“We really should hurry, Kei-chan”, she says and Kei knows she’s right even if she doesn’t want her to be. So she just nods and breaks away from their embrace, quickly packing up her last belongings and throwing them into her bag before slinging it over her shoulder.
When she turns, Yuko’s still bend over own bag, and Kei has to resist the temptation to go over to her again and so she simply reaches out and lays a hand softly against Yuko’s hip to catch her attention, the touch enough for now to satisfy her longing.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” she asks and still after almost ten years of knowing Yuko, Kei’s still unsure, still nervous, probably always will be.
But Yuko just smiles as she slips on her jacket and takes her bag.
“Going on a date with you”, she says and entwines her fingers with Kei’s.
FIN
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"Going on a date with you”, she says and entwines her fingers with Kei’s
I totally gave a fangirlie squeal at this line. I just love how you write Yuko/Kei. And Yaguchi's cameo was priceless.
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Oh Mari. :lol:
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it's been a long time since I've read something with yuko and kei... and with mari being so happy/whiny :D
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Rating : PG
Pairing : Yuko/Kei
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They have changed, over the years, since their first meeting.
Yuko looks at Kei and tries to imagine the 17-year-old sitting in front of her.
She was nervous back then. Shy. Awkward.
Kei at 17 was the epitome of not-a-girl-not-yet-a-woman, of teenage imperfection.
She would not have sat quietly, like she does now, at 27, hands wrapped around her cup of tea, slowly sipping the hot liquid.
Back then, she would have burned her tongue.
Yuko tries to imagine her 25-year-old self sitting here, across from today's Kei, and fails miserably.
People often told her that she appeared too rude, too masculine for her own good. She would never find a man like that, they said.
Now, almost ten years later, she has changed and still has not found a man.
Instead, there is still Kei, and one way or another, she always will be, Yuko is sure of that.
It is one of the only constants in her life.
Yuko finds she is glad that at least a few things stay the same, no matter how much time passes.
FIN
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Awwwwwwww... :heart: