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scriveynerTitle: #02 - Cuddling Somewhere
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Spyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 414
Summary: “I think,” Masayoshi said, just a hair out of breath, “we lost them.”
For a long moment there was silence.
It wasn’t true silence – the clamor of the city around them, traffic just a street over, car engines and horns and the general noise of pedestrians out and about in the evening – but it was a silence lacking in gunfire, shouting or pursuit. “I think,” Masayoshi said, just a hair out of breath, “we lost them.”
His heart was in his throat, beating so fast its steady staccato was almost overwhelming. Gotou’s heart was going as much as his, he could hear it, curled against his chest. It hadn’t been his idea to run, they were outnumbered … they could have stood and fought, but while he wasn’t defenseless like this, in disguise and undercover, he didn’t have a weapon. It was best to cut their losses and vanish into the night.
Another few moments and he heard the pursuit, starting to catch up. Heavy footsteps running nearby, it meant that they couldn’t linger here, that they had to keep moving. “We’ve got to get back to the base,” Masayoshi said firmly, one hand up to pull his wig off but discovering to his shame that it was already long gone. He placed his hand on Gotou’s chest when he got no response. “Gotou-san?”
He was breathing harder than Masayoshi, rapidly and shallowly. When Masayoshi looked closer, a drop of blood landed on his cheek, and he realized that Gotou had been clipped. “Gotou-san!”
“’m all right,” Gotou said, his voice a little slurred. “I’ve had worse.”
“You’ve been shot,” Masayoshi gasped, and Gotou opened his eyes and squinted at Masayoshi in his lap.
“Grazed,” he said. “I just need a minute or two, I’ll be fine….”
They didn’t have few a minutes, but Masayoshi didn’t say that. He settled up against Gotou’s chest, and Gotou put his arm over Masayoshi’s shoulders. “You look lovely in that dress,” Gotou murmured and closed his eyes again.
“Yeah,” Masayoshi said, taking the gun from Gotou’s loose grip and checking the clip. “Thanks for saying so, Gotou-san.”
The footsteps were getting closer.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Spyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 414
Summary: “I think,” Masayoshi said, just a hair out of breath, “we lost them.”
For a long moment there was silence.
It wasn’t true silence – the clamor of the city around them, traffic just a street over, car engines and horns and the general noise of pedestrians out and about in the evening – but it was a silence lacking in gunfire, shouting or pursuit. “I think,” Masayoshi said, just a hair out of breath, “we lost them.”
His heart was in his throat, beating so fast its steady staccato was almost overwhelming. Gotou’s heart was going as much as his, he could hear it, curled against his chest. It hadn’t been his idea to run, they were outnumbered … they could have stood and fought, but while he wasn’t defenseless like this, in disguise and undercover, he didn’t have a weapon. It was best to cut their losses and vanish into the night.
Another few moments and he heard the pursuit, starting to catch up. Heavy footsteps running nearby, it meant that they couldn’t linger here, that they had to keep moving. “We’ve got to get back to the base,” Masayoshi said firmly, one hand up to pull his wig off but discovering to his shame that it was already long gone. He placed his hand on Gotou’s chest when he got no response. “Gotou-san?”
He was breathing harder than Masayoshi, rapidly and shallowly. When Masayoshi looked closer, a drop of blood landed on his cheek, and he realized that Gotou had been clipped. “Gotou-san!”
“’m all right,” Gotou said, his voice a little slurred. “I’ve had worse.”
“You’ve been shot,” Masayoshi gasped, and Gotou opened his eyes and squinted at Masayoshi in his lap.
“Grazed,” he said. “I just need a minute or two, I’ll be fine….”
They didn’t have few a minutes, but Masayoshi didn’t say that. He settled up against Gotou’s chest, and Gotou put his arm over Masayoshi’s shoulders. “You look lovely in that dress,” Gotou murmured and closed his eyes again.
“Yeah,” Masayoshi said, taking the gun from Gotou’s loose grip and checking the clip. “Thanks for saying so, Gotou-san.”
The footsteps were getting closer.
