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promuseboxing2012-11-25 02:19 pm
skaterflames) wrote in promuseboxing2012-11-25 02:19 pm
[K PROJECT POST]
[General K project musebox post.]
[ Of the things Fushimi is actually grateful for, it's the weekend. He has Misaki to himself, and most of the time, they're attached at the hip. Now is no exception, of course, and they're sitting together on Misaki's bed. Fushimi is trying to find the manga in his hands interesting, but it's boring. He hates being bored, and he decides to announce that particular detail by dropping the book into the other boy's lap. ]
We should do something else.
We should do something else.
[ Yata was actually enjoying the manga he was reading. Stretched out on the bed with his legs sprawled across his best friend's lap carelessly. The protagonist had just beaten the bad guy with the power of his aura! So cool! He's startled out of his reading by Fushimi giving up. ]
Hahhn? Like what? Not like either of us have the money to do anything.
Hahhn? Like what? Not like either of us have the money to do anything.
Anything. [ Fushimi grits his teeth just a little, a habit he can't seem to break when he's just a fraction annoyed by something. He plants a hand adjacent to Misaki's hip and leans over him. The position is comfortable but awkward. Still, at least he has his attention. ]
I wanted to ask you, Misaki. [ A quiet sigh. ] What would you do if you liked someone?
I wanted to ask you, Misaki. [ A quiet sigh. ] What would you do if you liked someone?
[ He's not as weirded out by the invasion of his space, Fushimi was always like this. Yata stares up at him, pursing his lips as he contemplates the question. ]
Prob'ly just tell them if I thought I had a chance. [ He raises an eyebrow. ] Are you finally gonna take up with one of the girls from school? I know a couple've confessed.
Prob'ly just tell them if I thought I had a chance. [ He raises an eyebrow. ] Are you finally gonna take up with one of the girls from school? I know a couple've confessed.
[ Yes, Fushimi remembers those times. Two - or had it been three? - girls at two separate times had sought him out to explain their feelings, but frankly, he hadn't been interested in that. He's barely interested in school, and that's a requirement for the future. He shakes his head. ]
No. I don't want to date a dull person. Che. [ He nervously pushes his glasses up against his face. ] They aren't like you.
No. I don't want to date a dull person. Che. [ He nervously pushes his glasses up against his face. ] They aren't like you.
[ He sets his manga down and tilts his head, thinking about Fushimi's words. ]
I dunno if you could find any girls into th' crap I'm into. You might be better off settling, yeah?
I dunno if you could find any girls into th' crap I'm into. You might be better off settling, yeah?
[ He's reminded Misaki is a little thick, and Fushimi averts his eyes quickly, the hand he'd used to push up his glasses covering part of his mouth now. He dislikes how anxious this makes him, how he's considered what would happen if he'd be rejected. Friendship versus...more. ]
You said to go for it if I thought I had a chance. Right? [ He slowly looks back at him, eye to eye. ] I like you, Misaki.
You said to go for it if I thought I had a chance. Right? [ He slowly looks back at him, eye to eye. ] I like you, Misaki.
[ Oh. The moment he gets it is pretty obvious. Misaki freezes up a bit and his cheeks heat up a bit, mostly because he doesn't know how to react. Saru is one of the few people in his life he considers important. ]
Edited 2012-11-25 22:13 (UTC)
[ Fushimi is seconds from giving up when he notices how Misaki blushes, and rather than the frown working across his face, there's a soft smile. ]
"Be extra spontaneous today." [ He recites his horoscope without so much as a blink. ] It didn't make sense before, but it does now. We are a perfect match. [ A tilt of his head. ] Say something.
"Be extra spontaneous today." [ He recites his horoscope without so much as a blink. ] It didn't make sense before, but it does now. We are a perfect match. [ A tilt of his head. ] Say something.
[ Mumbles ] Can't believe you still read that zodiac crap...
[ He scrubs an arm over his face like he can make his blush go away by sheer force of will. This is serious, sometimes Saru jokes around but Yata knows him, knows when he means what he says and when he doesn't. Asking if he meant it would only piss him off. He finally summons up the guts to speak again. ] What's so special about me?
[ He scrubs an arm over his face like he can make his blush go away by sheer force of will. This is serious, sometimes Saru jokes around but Yata knows him, knows when he means what he says and when he doesn't. Asking if he meant it would only piss him off. He finally summons up the guts to speak again. ] What's so special about me?
You are... [ He had also considered this when he'd first decided that his feelings for Misaki were more than acceptable for a simple friendship, and even now, he can't decide how to tell him. Fushimi shifts over him, taking the manga and dropping it over the side of the bed. ] You eat my vegetables.
[ Honestly, it isn't supposed to be the first thing out of his mouth. He shakes his head, tries again. ] You're different than everyone else, and I want to protect you. [ His fingertips touch a cheek. ] There is only Misaki for me.
[ Honestly, it isn't supposed to be the first thing out of his mouth. He shakes his head, tries again. ] You're different than everyone else, and I want to protect you. [ His fingertips touch a cheek. ] There is only Misaki for me.
Stupid.
[ There isn't any venom in the word, just exasperation at how Saru always is. Yata wants to reach out and touch him but he's afraid that somehow this might break whatever delicate framework this situation rested on. ]
Pushing everyone else out for one person isn't good either, even if you like them. [ Even if the world is hostile to the two of them. ]
[ There isn't any venom in the word, just exasperation at how Saru always is. Yata wants to reach out and touch him but he's afraid that somehow this might break whatever delicate framework this situation rested on. ]
Pushing everyone else out for one person isn't good either, even if you like them. [ Even if the world is hostile to the two of them. ]
I don't care. [ Because he doesn't, and nothing Misaki says is going to make him change his mind now. Fushimi has said it; they're actual words rather than just idle thoughts. He purses his lips before leaning down to press their noses together. ] I will never think of anyone else that way. I won't betray you or your feelings, Misaki.
[ The last part is a whisper, afraid to say it any louder. When Fushimi takes a breath, it's to steel his nerves before he kisses him. A short but firm touch of lips. ]
[ The last part is a whisper, afraid to say it any louder. When Fushimi takes a breath, it's to steel his nerves before he kisses him. A short but firm touch of lips. ]
[ And that. Was his first kiss, the first one and possibly the only one that mattered. It was a little scary, realizing that this had been hiding in his best friend. He didn't know what to do, if he was supposed to do something with his mouth or his hands or even if he was supposed to close his eyes. ]
[ Yata couldn't remember the last time he had actually taken a break and rested properly. Definitely not since Totsuka had been murdered. And now, now that the fighting and the lies are all done away with he's exhausted in ways he never realized were possible. Mikoto and Munakata were in negotiations to have things repaired on both ends, and it was almost overwhelming to be a part of it when he just wanted to curl up and pretend he didn't exist for a while. He had to get away.
He slips out of the meeting room in Scepter4's mansion unnoticed and finds a quiet alcove with a couch that he promptly collapses on. He's just so damn tired...]
He slips out of the meeting room in Scepter4's mansion unnoticed and finds a quiet alcove with a couch that he promptly collapses on. He's just so damn tired...]
Edited 2012-11-26 02:54 (UTC)
[ Had he done it wrong? All of Fushimi's research had indicated that kissing usually sealed the deal. Misaki is his, and he is Misaki's. He draws back a little to look at him, ignoring the fact that the other manga is digging into his side as he sits there. Fushimi pokes at his cheek. ]
Did your brain die, Mi-sa-ki? [ A short smile, glancing down between them. ] There are some things we can try since we're dating now.
Did your brain die, Mi-sa-ki? [ A short smile, glancing down between them. ] There are some things we can try since we're dating now.
[ There is a moment of being dazed, not realizing what just happened. But then what Saru says hits him. Dating?! Before he can stop himself he ends up blurting the worst possible thing. ]
W-who said we were dating?
W-who said we were dating?
[ His jaw clenches at the question, turning away so he isn't looking at him. Admittedly, it hurts that Misaki isn't on the same page. Fushimi had confessed to him; surely he's allowed to think, given his lack of disagreement, that he had accepted. ]
If you don't want to, just say so.
[ He moves to get off the bed, annoyed and ready to leave. There's nothing waiting for him at home, but he doesn't want Misaki to see him for a while. ]
If you don't want to, just say so.
[ He moves to get off the bed, annoyed and ready to leave. There's nothing waiting for him at home, but he doesn't want Misaki to see him for a while. ]
[ His stomach drops down through the floor when Yata see's that look on Fushimi's face. He messed up, he messed up really badly. He can't stand seeing that hurt look on his best friend's face.
Once again, without thinking, he reaches out and grabs Fushimi's wrist. ]
Wait- [ His cheeks heat up a bit. ] I-I didn't say that either, stupid monkey...
Once again, without thinking, he reaches out and grabs Fushimi's wrist. ]
Wait- [ His cheeks heat up a bit. ] I-I didn't say that either, stupid monkey...
Edited 2012-11-26 02:58 (UTC)
[ Fushimi, too, is exhausted. Most of his unit had taken a rather hard beating; between the Red Clan and following Munakata's orders, he could barely think straight as it is. The thought of crawling into his bed is a promising one until he walks by and notices a certain boy slouching on a couch. He'd used that one many times for reading through reports since it's out of the way, and it's ironic Yata would have found it just as useful.
Gritting his teeth, hand resting on the sword at his hip, he alters his route and moves over to him. ]
You shouldn't sleep there, Misaki. There are plenty of beds on the other floors.
Gritting his teeth, hand resting on the sword at his hip, he alters his route and moves over to him. ]
You shouldn't sleep there, Misaki. There are plenty of beds on the other floors.
[ That look is a knife in his chest. Yata hates seeing Fushimi unhappy. He swallows and pulls at his arm, trying to make him come back. If he ruins this will they still be friends? ]
That... that I'd like to. You know.
That... that I'd like to. You know.
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