Christmas gift fic!
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asaelThis is a Christmas gift for Aggy (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
about_rey). A little early, but I wanted to post it now. I have another, fluffier one in the works, but I'm not sure it'll be finished by Christmas. This one came out really easily, it was hardly work at all. ^_^ I haven't really written these two before, so I hope it's all right.
I'm also including a Christmas song, since it seems appropriate and I was actually listening to it as I wrote most of this fic - this song and one other, which seemed to fit the tone. But the other one's not a Christmas song. :P And not that either of them are really connected to the fic in any way.
Vienna Teng - The Atheist Christmas Carol
Thank you for everything, Aggy - and I do mean everything. ♥
Prince of Tennis.
Yanagi/Yukimura
Prompt was 'blades of grass', I believe, and I'm taking that for the title because I am horribly bad at titling thing.
Hovering near death gave one all kinds of liberties once they returned to their life. The teachers of Rikkai doted on Yukimura, appreciating the work he'd done while in the hospital and admiring his continual drive not to fall any further behind. The students peered at him from classroom doors and windows, his admiring fanbase growing bigger than ever. Everyone wanted to be the one to help him with the classroom cleaning or lend him an umbrella when it was raining. The tennis club worshiped him more than ever, his absence magnifying the impact he had on their lives.
Renji took note of all of this, and the way that Yukimura graciously accepted the attention without singling anyone out, particularly not anyone who hadn't been close to him before.
One day, Yukimura decided to skip class, just because he could. The teachers wouldn't question him, and as he told Renji, "I need a break, I think I'm going to go mad if I don't get some fresh air."
Renji had ended up being pulled along in his wake, both of them slipping off the school grounds during lunch. He hadn't intended to go with Yukimura, but Sanada had caught sight of their captain leaving and had sent Renji to bring him back if possible, keep an eye on him if not. Neither of them had actually had any expectation of convincing Yukimura to come back, and Renji had to admit that he had only tried half-heartedly.
He'd followed Yukimura to a park that was far enough away from their school that they probably wouldn't be caught. The day was bright and sunny, warm enough to remove their uniform jackets.
Yukimura lay on the grass now, arms stretched above his head so his disarranged shirt hitched up just enough for Renji to see the smooth, pale skin of his captain's stomach. He was still too skinny. Renji knew that if the shirt were a little higher, he'd see the outlines of Yukimura's ribs.
He pulled his eyes away from Yukimura's skin before his friend could catch him staring.
"Renji," Yukimura said a moment later, and Renji felt a brief spike of worry that he'd been caught anyway. He relaxed as Yukimura didn't immediately continue with a reprimand - or worse.
"It's a lovely day, isn't it? I hate staying inside on days like today. I've watched too many of them from a hospital window." Yukimura turned his head slightly, glancing at Renji. "I think I deserve a few days like this. I could have died, after all."
Renji stiffened. "But you didn't." His words were sharper than he intended. He remembered those days, the horrible clenching fear he'd felt at first, the softer ache in the back of his mind whenever he thought that he might lose Yukimura.
"No, I didn't," Yukimura said, not seeming to notice Renji's tone, though he was certain that Yukimura had just chosen to ignore it instead. "I wonder if that means I'll live forever?"
Unsure of what to say to that, Renji stayed silent. There wasn't much need to follow Yukimura's occasional flights of fancy. If he had a point, he would make it eventually. If he didn't, Renji would only confuse himself trying to make sense of the things Yukimura said. He'd learned that over the years.
"Renji, would you have missed me terribly?"
Briefly speechless at being asked a question that he'd thought would be completely obvious, Renji met his captain's eyes. "Yes. Of course I would have."
There was something in Yukimura's eyes that he couldn't identify. When Yukimura moved, he moved gracefully, as if he had never been sick. He sat up and moved to kneel over Renji, straddling him easily, their bodies close but not touching.
Still holding his gaze, Yukimura spoke again. "Then it's good that I'm still here."
Renji couldn't move. Yukimura hovered over him, lips inches away, close enough that Renji could feel his breath. Renji thought of Sanada, Sadaharu, their team, what anyone passing by might think, but there was nothing in the world that could have moved him at that moment.
Stray blades of grass, tangled in Yukimura's hair when he lay on the recently mowed park grass, fell free and brushed lightly over Renji's face. He leaned closer, close enough so his lips were nearly touching Renji's ear.
"You look so sad when you're lonely."
Another quick, graceful movement and Yukimura was standing again, looking off into the distance, as composed as a sculpture of ice. "We should be getting back, shouldn't we? It's nearly time for practice."
Renji watched him, trying to calm his beating heart, thinking distantly that though it had never happened before, it was completely typical of Yukimura to miss almost an entire day of classes without remorse but not even consider missing practice.
"Yes," he said, standing. "If we start back now we'll make it with time to spare."
Yukimura nodded, smiling at him briefly before starting to walk back towards Rikkai.
Renji ran a hand through his hair, dislodging the grass that had attached itself. It fell to the ground, all except one piece. Without even thinking about it, Renji took that slim, strong blade of grass and slipped it into his pocket.
Then he followed his captain.
about_rey). A little early, but I wanted to post it now. I have another, fluffier one in the works, but I'm not sure it'll be finished by Christmas. This one came out really easily, it was hardly work at all. ^_^ I haven't really written these two before, so I hope it's all right.I'm also including a Christmas song, since it seems appropriate and I was actually listening to it as I wrote most of this fic - this song and one other, which seemed to fit the tone. But the other one's not a Christmas song. :P And not that either of them are really connected to the fic in any way.
Vienna Teng - The Atheist Christmas Carol
Thank you for everything, Aggy - and I do mean everything. ♥
Prince of Tennis.
Yanagi/Yukimura
Prompt was 'blades of grass', I believe, and I'm taking that for the title because I am horribly bad at titling thing.
Hovering near death gave one all kinds of liberties once they returned to their life. The teachers of Rikkai doted on Yukimura, appreciating the work he'd done while in the hospital and admiring his continual drive not to fall any further behind. The students peered at him from classroom doors and windows, his admiring fanbase growing bigger than ever. Everyone wanted to be the one to help him with the classroom cleaning or lend him an umbrella when it was raining. The tennis club worshiped him more than ever, his absence magnifying the impact he had on their lives.
Renji took note of all of this, and the way that Yukimura graciously accepted the attention without singling anyone out, particularly not anyone who hadn't been close to him before.
One day, Yukimura decided to skip class, just because he could. The teachers wouldn't question him, and as he told Renji, "I need a break, I think I'm going to go mad if I don't get some fresh air."
Renji had ended up being pulled along in his wake, both of them slipping off the school grounds during lunch. He hadn't intended to go with Yukimura, but Sanada had caught sight of their captain leaving and had sent Renji to bring him back if possible, keep an eye on him if not. Neither of them had actually had any expectation of convincing Yukimura to come back, and Renji had to admit that he had only tried half-heartedly.
He'd followed Yukimura to a park that was far enough away from their school that they probably wouldn't be caught. The day was bright and sunny, warm enough to remove their uniform jackets.
Yukimura lay on the grass now, arms stretched above his head so his disarranged shirt hitched up just enough for Renji to see the smooth, pale skin of his captain's stomach. He was still too skinny. Renji knew that if the shirt were a little higher, he'd see the outlines of Yukimura's ribs.
He pulled his eyes away from Yukimura's skin before his friend could catch him staring.
"Renji," Yukimura said a moment later, and Renji felt a brief spike of worry that he'd been caught anyway. He relaxed as Yukimura didn't immediately continue with a reprimand - or worse.
"It's a lovely day, isn't it? I hate staying inside on days like today. I've watched too many of them from a hospital window." Yukimura turned his head slightly, glancing at Renji. "I think I deserve a few days like this. I could have died, after all."
Renji stiffened. "But you didn't." His words were sharper than he intended. He remembered those days, the horrible clenching fear he'd felt at first, the softer ache in the back of his mind whenever he thought that he might lose Yukimura.
"No, I didn't," Yukimura said, not seeming to notice Renji's tone, though he was certain that Yukimura had just chosen to ignore it instead. "I wonder if that means I'll live forever?"
Unsure of what to say to that, Renji stayed silent. There wasn't much need to follow Yukimura's occasional flights of fancy. If he had a point, he would make it eventually. If he didn't, Renji would only confuse himself trying to make sense of the things Yukimura said. He'd learned that over the years.
"Renji, would you have missed me terribly?"
Briefly speechless at being asked a question that he'd thought would be completely obvious, Renji met his captain's eyes. "Yes. Of course I would have."
There was something in Yukimura's eyes that he couldn't identify. When Yukimura moved, he moved gracefully, as if he had never been sick. He sat up and moved to kneel over Renji, straddling him easily, their bodies close but not touching.
Still holding his gaze, Yukimura spoke again. "Then it's good that I'm still here."
Renji couldn't move. Yukimura hovered over him, lips inches away, close enough that Renji could feel his breath. Renji thought of Sanada, Sadaharu, their team, what anyone passing by might think, but there was nothing in the world that could have moved him at that moment.
Stray blades of grass, tangled in Yukimura's hair when he lay on the recently mowed park grass, fell free and brushed lightly over Renji's face. He leaned closer, close enough so his lips were nearly touching Renji's ear.
"You look so sad when you're lonely."
Another quick, graceful movement and Yukimura was standing again, looking off into the distance, as composed as a sculpture of ice. "We should be getting back, shouldn't we? It's nearly time for practice."
Renji watched him, trying to calm his beating heart, thinking distantly that though it had never happened before, it was completely typical of Yukimura to miss almost an entire day of classes without remorse but not even consider missing practice.
"Yes," he said, standing. "If we start back now we'll make it with time to spare."
Yukimura nodded, smiling at him briefly before starting to walk back towards Rikkai.
Renji ran a hand through his hair, dislodging the grass that had attached itself. It fell to the ground, all except one piece. Without even thinking about it, Renji took that slim, strong blade of grass and slipped it into his pocket.
Then he followed his captain.
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