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fliccuGood Night, Until Tommorrow
KusaTego
PG
770 words
I had a craving for magician!Tego and this is what happened :Dv
Kusano pulls his hood up over his shoulders in a desperate attempt to shield himself from the relentless buckets of rain pouring down from the sky. The crowd around him never stops, an uncoordinated mish-mash of shapes and sizes, rushing hurriedly in different directions.
He yelps when one particularly flustered man shoves him to the side, sends him tumbling to the left, dark and murky water splashing up to the thighs of his already soaked jeans. With a curse he forces his way towards an unoccupied canopy, socks squelching with every step.
He is unprepared, therefore, for the smooth voice that reaches him through the rain, bright and cheery despite the frigid downpour pummelling the frail fabric above their heads.
‘Would you like to see a magic trick?’
Kusano scowls, brows furrowing in near disbelief. It’s raining, it’s cold and Kusano is wet in places he didn’t even know the rain could reach. No, he thinks to himself, I do not want to see a goddamn magic tri—
The boy by his side is small, only slightly taller than Kusano, and dressed in a tight fitting, and somehow dry, suit. Large, brown eyes peer up at Kusano through a head of stylishly ruffled hair, and Kusano finds a meek ‘okay’ falling from his lips before he knows what’s hit him.
He pulls a deck of cards and a thick, black marker pen from his pocket, drawing Kusano closer with a subtle flick of his left hand. The boy holds the deck out, smiling innocently with pearly white yet slightly crooked teeth; Kusano finds it strangely endearing.
‘First, you’ll need to pick a card.’
And so Kusano does, glances down at his card and takes the offered marker pen with cold-numbed fingers. He stares at it for a moment before the boy giggles, giggles, and speaks again.
‘Write your name on the card and hand it back to me.’
Kusano scrawls his name messily on the back of the card, his brain fogging with the impossibility of the situation and producing hiragana rather than the kanji he is more familiar with. He hands both articles back to the boy, blinking in confusion when the latter’s eyes flash with something that Kusano can only liken to amusement.
His name wasn’t that funny, was it?
‘Now,’ the boy speaks again, and Kusano finds himself more and more drawn to this magician each time he hears his voice. Long fingers shuffle the card back into the deck and Kusano squints; tries to keep track and fails miserably. ‘Your card – your special card – should be within the pack. Find it.’
Kusano takes the pack again and sifts through, wondering if this magic trick is going anywhere. He continues regardless, fully aware of the boy’s watchful gaze on his hands. He pauses as he reaches the end of the pack, a sea of spades, clubs and diamonds having passed him by without notice.
‘It’s not here.’ He mumbles softly, offering the cards back with both hands. The boy takes the cards gently, skin brushing against Kusano’s and sending a tingling feeling of warmth down to his gut. The boy smiles and shakes his head, placing the cards back into the pocket of his jacket.
‘No,’ he leans closer and Kusano doesn’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified, doesn’t know why he wants to reach out a touch the dark freckles that run along the edge of the boy’s plump upper lip. ‘but your pocket, it’s just the right size for a card, isn’t it?’
An easy smile makes it’s way up on to Kusano’s face and he reaches up into his pocket, still wary of the close proximity between the two of them, and pulls a slim card from his top pocket. His card, the eight of hearts, ‘Hiro’ inked messily over the red shapes.
There’s no ‘ooh’ for the cameras, no ‘ahh’ from the breathless audience; yet Kusano finds it within himself to be suitably impressed and flashes a grin at the waiting boy that speaks volumes greater than words ever could.
‘Keep it.’ The boy offers when Kusano tries to hand the card back, shaking his head and taking a step back. ‘Jaa, mata ne, Hiro-san.’
Kusano blinks and the boy is gone, gone before Kusano even has a chance to lament over his loss. With a soft sigh he turns to face the streets, deserted now and shimmering with puddles. He reaches to put the card back in his pocket and pauses, a breathless laugh escaping his throat as he spots curvaceous blue hand writing on the other side.
Tegoshi Yuya, xxxx-xxxx
KusaTego
PG
770 words
I had a craving for magician!Tego and this is what happened :Dv
Kusano pulls his hood up over his shoulders in a desperate attempt to shield himself from the relentless buckets of rain pouring down from the sky. The crowd around him never stops, an uncoordinated mish-mash of shapes and sizes, rushing hurriedly in different directions.
He yelps when one particularly flustered man shoves him to the side, sends him tumbling to the left, dark and murky water splashing up to the thighs of his already soaked jeans. With a curse he forces his way towards an unoccupied canopy, socks squelching with every step.
He is unprepared, therefore, for the smooth voice that reaches him through the rain, bright and cheery despite the frigid downpour pummelling the frail fabric above their heads.
‘Would you like to see a magic trick?’
Kusano scowls, brows furrowing in near disbelief. It’s raining, it’s cold and Kusano is wet in places he didn’t even know the rain could reach. No, he thinks to himself, I do not want to see a goddamn magic tri—
The boy by his side is small, only slightly taller than Kusano, and dressed in a tight fitting, and somehow dry, suit. Large, brown eyes peer up at Kusano through a head of stylishly ruffled hair, and Kusano finds a meek ‘okay’ falling from his lips before he knows what’s hit him.
He pulls a deck of cards and a thick, black marker pen from his pocket, drawing Kusano closer with a subtle flick of his left hand. The boy holds the deck out, smiling innocently with pearly white yet slightly crooked teeth; Kusano finds it strangely endearing.
‘First, you’ll need to pick a card.’
And so Kusano does, glances down at his card and takes the offered marker pen with cold-numbed fingers. He stares at it for a moment before the boy giggles, giggles, and speaks again.
‘Write your name on the card and hand it back to me.’
Kusano scrawls his name messily on the back of the card, his brain fogging with the impossibility of the situation and producing hiragana rather than the kanji he is more familiar with. He hands both articles back to the boy, blinking in confusion when the latter’s eyes flash with something that Kusano can only liken to amusement.
His name wasn’t that funny, was it?
‘Now,’ the boy speaks again, and Kusano finds himself more and more drawn to this magician each time he hears his voice. Long fingers shuffle the card back into the deck and Kusano squints; tries to keep track and fails miserably. ‘Your card – your special card – should be within the pack. Find it.’
Kusano takes the pack again and sifts through, wondering if this magic trick is going anywhere. He continues regardless, fully aware of the boy’s watchful gaze on his hands. He pauses as he reaches the end of the pack, a sea of spades, clubs and diamonds having passed him by without notice.
‘It’s not here.’ He mumbles softly, offering the cards back with both hands. The boy takes the cards gently, skin brushing against Kusano’s and sending a tingling feeling of warmth down to his gut. The boy smiles and shakes his head, placing the cards back into the pocket of his jacket.
‘No,’ he leans closer and Kusano doesn’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified, doesn’t know why he wants to reach out a touch the dark freckles that run along the edge of the boy’s plump upper lip. ‘but your pocket, it’s just the right size for a card, isn’t it?’
An easy smile makes it’s way up on to Kusano’s face and he reaches up into his pocket, still wary of the close proximity between the two of them, and pulls a slim card from his top pocket. His card, the eight of hearts, ‘Hiro’ inked messily over the red shapes.
There’s no ‘ooh’ for the cameras, no ‘ahh’ from the breathless audience; yet Kusano finds it within himself to be suitably impressed and flashes a grin at the waiting boy that speaks volumes greater than words ever could.
‘Keep it.’ The boy offers when Kusano tries to hand the card back, shaking his head and taking a step back. ‘Jaa, mata ne, Hiro-san.’
Kusano blinks and the boy is gone, gone before Kusano even has a chance to lament over his loss. With a soft sigh he turns to face the streets, deserted now and shimmering with puddles. He reaches to put the card back in his pocket and pauses, a breathless laugh escaping his throat as he spots curvaceous blue hand writing on the other side.
Tegoshi Yuya, xxxx-xxxx
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Date: 2007-12-29 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-29 04:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-29 04:22 pm (UTC)But.. since this one is also really lovely & Tegoshi doesn't even bother me, I forgive you ;D
I really still love your way of describing. ♥ ♥
And now hush hush. You know what you should be doing right now :D :D
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Date: 2007-12-29 04:37 pm (UTC)I know, but magician!Tegoshi wouldn't get out of my brain and so I had to write him before he did weird things to me.
D'aww thank you ♥
Yes, yes I do :D
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Date: 2007-12-29 06:59 pm (UTC)There is something about this fic that makes me keep rereading it and squeeing at the adorable ♥
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Date: 2007-12-29 07:05 pm (UTC)I can totez imagine him going home to his nice, warm apartment and having a nice little chat with Tegoian :3
WHY MUST YOU TRY TO TAKE THAT AWAY FROM HIM!?
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Date: 2007-12-29 07:12 pm (UTC)I TAKE NOTHING AWAY FROM THEM
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Date: 2007-12-29 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-29 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-29 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-12-29 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-29 09:02 pm (UTC)I hope Kusa comes back in ... what, 3 days is it? XD
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Date: 2007-12-29 09:08 pm (UTC)Me tooo, so so much >__<;;
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Date: 2007-12-29 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-30 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-30 12:52 pm (UTC)It's not another prison!verse but...IT'S SO GOOD 8D I don't get how you always come up with something so original. I love it though <3
And now...go write...you know what...and you know you should, right? 8D *doesn't mean to force flufy at all*
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Date: 2007-12-30 03:23 pm (UTC)I don't even remember where the craving for magician!Tego came from, but it appeared and I couldn't get rid of it DD: My friend said I should have put him in a bathrobe instead of a suit, just for the lulz XDDD
...I have no idea :DDDD
(I have another fic already finished and waiting to be posted :x)
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Date: 2007-12-30 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-30 03:20 pm (UTC)BELIEVE!
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Date: 2007-12-30 03:23 pm (UTC)Glad you liked!
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Date: 2008-01-13 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-13 06:35 pm (UTC)I love your icon ♥
*flashes Kusa around*
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Date: 2008-01-13 06:39 pm (UTC)It is by