Freya's Fics [updated February 29th]

[freya86]

Howdy folks

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

[freya86]

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

[freya86]

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

[freya86]

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

[freya86]

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

[Mikan]

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....^^

[rndmnwierd]

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...

[lil_hamz]

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

[erink]

Oh freya, how you rock.

[freya86]

Pairing: Koharu/Yuko
Rating: PG-13

entirely rndmnwierd's fault

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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

[JFC]

Considering the whole age thing...this is probably treading on thin ice.  :panda_shifty:

[Mikan]

*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.

[rndmnwierd]

Pairing: Koharu/Yuko
Rating: PG-13

entirely rndmnwierd's fault

O_O. That's way better than mine.... Thanks for placing blame, though.

[freya86]

*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

[freya86]

*waves* Just a short shout of hello to all you guys!!! I'm back 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 It's Yuko/Kei (big surprise!) and set to Yume no naka. Those who visit RenaiRev probably already know it.


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[rndmnwierd]

Whoo! Does this mean you are back for good?

[JFC]

Welcome back freya!

[freya86]

Whoo! Does this mean you are back for good?

Yep, that's right! Back for good ^_^

[Mikan]

Tadaima!!!!!

[rndmnwierd]

Whoohoo! Freya's back, break out the al-ki-hall!