Fic so that I'm not just pimping.

[ciircee]

je_ficgames posted prompt six this morning--it does not have the entries tagged by band but there have been a few Arashi ones for each prompt. If you don't want to read all of them and vote on each, please feel free to read the ones that interest you and vote on those. Please?

And now, so that I'm not just pimping the games, a fic written in half an hour, forty minutes. Something like that. (Unlike my last, this was not an idea kicking around in my brain for ages. This was written entirely on the go. >.< Brain broken.)



Mare Insularum
Sea of Islands

The metal of the roof was cool beneath Tarou's back. The ridges seemed to have permanently taken the shape of his body; he couldn't feel them beneath him, at any rate. To his left the old rubber tire still held the warmth of the sun. To his right, the boards that patched the largest hole were smooth and almost silky under his hand. With a comforted sigh, Tarou looked up at the round, silver globe of the moon. It looked so close, as though he could reach out and take it from the sky to hold in the cup of his two palms together.

"No matter where it is in the sky, the moon is always the same size. At the horizon the curve of the Earth makes it appear bigger than it does when it's at the height of the sky. But it's unchanged."

"Mimura-kun," Tarou huffed, turning his head. His friend was sitting beside him now, having approached as silently as a cat. He was dressed all in black, dark as the night around them, and looking up at the starless city sky and the fullness of the moon. Tarou smiled. "I knew that."

"Hm," Mimura said agreeably. He looked down and over and his lips warmed with the faintest hint of a smile. "Your mom said that you have a part-time tonight."

When didn't he have a part-time, Tarou thought. Sometimes all the part-times made him tired. Especially when put all together. "Yes." But they were worth it, his family. All of them, each one of them. "It's almost time to go."

"Isogai will drive you," Mimura said.

Tarou looked at him and said nothing for a moment. Mimura was looking at the moon again, bathed in shadow and lined in silver. He was sitting lotus, his back straight and proud and his shoulders squared. He was almost too beautiful to be real, like one of his arrangements come to life, Tarou thought fancifully. His only imperfection was the way his shoulders sloped and even that was marked out charmingly, a hint at the softness that lay inside Mimura's cool, elegant calm. On the soft night breeze there was the scent of lavender and boy and under that the smell of garden soil.

"I don't mind walking," Tarou said, sitting up.

Mimura put an onigiri into his hand. "Grandfather insisted," he said easily.

The nori wrapping was crisp as Tarou bit into it. There was salmon inside. "The moon doesn't change, but the way people see it does. People change."

Pausing in taking another onigiri out of the bento box beside him, Mimura glanced upward. "Mm. But the moon doesn't change no matter how people see it. It always becomes full again."

Tarou looked at the moon and then at Mimura. "What are we even talking about?" he asked on a laugh. Mimura smiled at him and the nori on his own onigiri made a delicious sounding crunch as he bit into it. Tarou made a face. "I'm too tired for Mimura's poetic thinking tonight!"

"In a year, I'll come here and ask where you are and one of your brothers or sisters will tell me 'An-chan is on the roof getting ready for his part-time!' and I'll come up here to find you. In ten years I'll come to this house and I'll ask for you and your wife will tell me 'Tarou is up on the roof, thinking about his lab and his plants!' and I will come up here with onigiri and we'll look at the sky. In fifty years…"

"Mimura will probably still smell like lavender," Tarou said into another bite of his riceball.

He looked at Mimura and Mimura looked back. "Yes," he said.

They shared a smile. "It's probably time to go to work," Tarou said regretfully, finishing his rice.

"There's still time," Mimura said, handing him another onigiri.

Their knees brushed as they sat side by side in the unstill stillness of the night, on top of the roof and under the glow of the moon. "Thanks, Mimura-kun."




The other idea I had today, rather randomly, was YTM crossed over with Kaibutsu-kun! I'm not going to write it but I did have little bits rattle about.

Like this!

Long before the Mimura clan had moved to Matsuyama Castle the family crest had been a three-petal flower on a field of black pointed almost like arrow feathers. It had remained that way for those who had moved with the daimyou. But the samurai who had stayed behind in Tsurukubi had adopted a change to their mon. The black field had been replaced with a pair of crossed clubs, or staves.

When Mimura had been young, when he'd first come to live in the mansion house, his grandfather had told him fanciful stories of a Monster prince who had been sheltered by the Mimura family. He'd lived with them, ate with them, trained with them and had left them a man instead of a boy. He'd gone back to his monster realm to fight some demon clan but he'd left behind his royal seal for the Mimura to use. "An honor given to no other!" his grandfather had used to say.

Staring at the stranger in his strange clothes with his weird companions, his seriously goofy expressions and his eerily familiar crest on his cap, Mimura remembered those stories. Mostly he remembered how the Prince of Monsters had a habit of chasing down trouble whenver it quit following closely at his heels.


AND


"Bocchan!" Dracula called.

"Yes?" Kaibutsu and Mimura both answered.

Kaibutsu glared at Mimura. "When my servant calls for me, only I can answer! Got it?"

"Bocchan?" asked Isogai.

"What do you want?" snapped Kaibutsu.

Mimura looked at him impassively.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it!" Kaibutsu glowered.

"Good," Mimura said equitably as Kaibutsu stomped over to his servant.


ALSO:

"Nga," said Franken.

Mimura leaned back against the pillar. "No, it's fine," he said to him.

Wolfman looked concerned. "Mimura-san, shouldn't you--as a Mimura--shouldn't you...?"

"No," Mimura said. He looked at where Kaibutsu Tarou and Yamada Tarou were crouched side-by-side in the Yamada family garden. Yamada was touching the unripe tomatoes with gentle fingers and explaining something to Kaibutsu, his whole face glowing. Kaibutsu was looking dubious but there was something simple and happy beginning to blossom under that wariness. "Yamada is a good teacher."


AND THEN I THOUGHT: Hey...teacher...LOLZ.

"I'll eat you whole! I'll eat all of you up like egg curry!" Kaibutsu growled, snatching at his foes even as they dodged his every swipe.

"Ah, Kaibutsu-kun, you're scaring the children!" Suzuki Taiyou wailed.




...and that's me, done. For now, at any rate. I get the feeling that there was something else I was going to say but I totally can't remember it now.

Comments

[blood-opal.livejournal.com]

The world needs you to write more YamaTaro fic. *_____* Also: LOL, poor Taiyou, HIS LIFE IS SO HARD. ♥

[still-ciircee.livejournal.com]

♥ You're too good to me. Thank you. It really means the world.

Re: Taiyou.

He probably got Franken to come in and help with the kids--because we all know that Franken is a softie and he'd be aces with tiny preschool kids--and Kaibutsu tagged along and Taiyou just knows the other teachers are watching.

[blood-opal.livejournal.com]

I'm not good enough to you, seriously. ♥

And dude, the kids will TOTALLY CLIMB ALL OVER FRANKEN! :DDD They'd probably also maul Kaibutsu-kun a la Kenta-niisan. XD And Kaibutsu would bitch and complain but when bad guys come, he would totally smack them around for trying to hurt the little brats. ^o^b