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Home and dry.
tezuryo net
Almost writing songfic. Home and Dry - Pet Shop Boys.


It's not quite five am when Tezuka finds the gate, and sits, and waits. He stares at the clock hanging from the ceiling, watches each red digit change until they no longer tell the time, just make a pattern in front of his eyes.

The doors open and Tezuka stands. He finds Ryoma in the crowd and Ryoma's sudden smile is as good as a kiss. Tezuka takes Ryoma's bag, Ryoma shrugs and lets him.

They are halfway home when Tezuka remembers he left his half-empty coffee on a seat in the terminal.


Kogure has been back in town for two days. Someone saw him at the station and told Mitsui later. Mitsui carries boxes and lifts furniture and wonders if his mobile will ring. On his lunch break, he checks to make sure it's charged. Then he turns it off.

It's snowing when he gets off work. He turns the corner, and there is Kogure, half a centimetre of white on his collar and glasses fogged over. Mitsui stops and they look at each other under the street lamp.

"Your hair is growing," Kogure says at last.

Mitsui doesn't know what to say, so he grabs Kogure around the chest and closes his eyes and doesn't move until Kogure's hands lock around Mitsui's waist. Kogure's cheek presses against Mitsui's and it's so cold that Mitsui shivers.

"How is university?" Mitsui says as they pull apart.

"Fine." Kogure stuffs his hands into his pockets. "How is work?"

"Fine," Mitsui says and they walk, somewhere, Mitsui doesn't know where. At least I'll get laid, he tells himself and blinks against the wind.


"The flight is delayed," Kawamura says and Akutsu can barely hear him over the static on the line. "Don't bother to meet me."

"Like I would." Akutsu holds the phone to his ear until Kawamura rings off. He eats supper with the TV on and lies on the floor afterwards, arm behind his head, blowing smoke into the air and staring at the ceiling.

It's past two when the door opens. Kawamura sets his bags gently down and slides past them into the room. "You're so noisy," Akutsu says, and rolls over to face him, blanket tangling around his legs.

Kawamura smiles as he shrugs out of his jacket. "You left the light on."

"I fell asleep before I could turn it off."

"I brought you something." Shadows cover half of Kawamura's face. He looks thinner than when he left. His eyelids are drooping. He needs a haircut.

"I don't need any more crap," Akutsu says. He reaches up, pulls Kawamura down onto the futon, rolls half on top of him, pressing his face against Kawamura's neck.

Kawamura turns off the lamp.


I think that's enough for me. Do you have any?

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I don't know the fandom

but I know I love your writing! And don't even get me started on Home and Dry--PSB can do no wrong by me! :D

Re: I don't know the fandom

Aw, thanks. :) Two fandoms here -- basketball boys bookended by tennis boys. I'm trying to write some actual fic with real conflicts and half a plot but this song keeps hijacking my brain and making me just want to skip to the happy endings.

I am tempted to put up random fic snippets but I hate to tease. XD;; *needs to work on all of them omg*

Hee! How about 100 words of Inui standing by the window waiting for Kaidoh to come home? *bats eyes*

Unfortunately I can't do 100 words of anything anymore. One really really short dream scene I had a few weeks ago is now 3000+ words of fic... still going on. Oh.my.god. My plot bunnies mutate like whoa. I actually do have a scene in my Dream-spawned fic of Inui looking out the window, watching Kaidoh leave but............. um yes *won't spoil*

K, I won't pressure you. :) I'll just look foward to the Dream Fic. And look for another victim to harass.

I can show you that one paragraph though. It's 62 words. Not the same as you requested, but eh. XD If I tried to write it, it'd mutate but I'll post-it the idea for a possible future drabble/ficlet.

Taking a step back, Kaidoh convinced himself to leave before the family inside came out to see why he was standing out in the rain. After he had turned around, he never saw the curtains on the second-floor window shift slightly to the side, allowing the person within the dark room to glance out and stare at him as he ran home.


Oh, Inui at the window makes my heart ache. Come back, Kaidoh! Run down there, Inui!


Unfortunately Inui doesn't run down there. But Kaidoh would come back later... with Inui. Okay yeah. *class then work time THEN maybe I can work on it*

Loved the three, but especially the AkuTaka one ^-^

Thank you! And I haven't seen you around in ages. Seeing your default icon is like seeing someone's face that you haven't seen for a while. :)

Don't have much time to be on the computer, unfortunately.
It makes me think of your post about reading fanfic when they are posted at a certain time. I wouldn't have been able to read yours unless it was just posted before I arrived at work ;)

Managed to miss this the first time around, so Im commenting a bit late now that I've found this through your round up post XP I am completely sick so I hope this is actually coherent...

The AkuTaka one gave me a tiny little heartache (thats, uh, a good thing) because of how sweet yet a little painfull it was. Id love to just keep on reading about them in that partilcular ficverse... especially the way you wrote Kawamura, because in fandom you see Akutsu and his tough!denial!love a lot, but you rarely see Kawamura taken seriously as a character. Even though it was short, the little details like him needing a haircut just made me go <3

Long story short: thanks for writing this, and thanks for sharing ^_^

I'm so glad you liked the AkuTaka! I've been thinking about Kawamura more and more these days. He's such an interesting character but he always gets shoved off to the side, poor boy.

i treat this mitko drabble as a sequel to your painful breakup fic. mitsui accepts the offer to work for kogure's uncle and kogure goes off to school, but they snap back together at times like stretched-out rubber bands.

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