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scriveyner) wrote2015-06-11 03:50 pm
scriveyner) wrote2015-06-11 03:50 pm
Entry tags:
- au: nightbreed,
- au: werewolf,
- character: hidenori gotou,
- character: hidenori gotou (werewolf),
- character: mari maya,
- character: masayoshi hazama,
- character: masayoshi hazama (werewolf),
- character: mizuki misawa,
- character: rian martin,
- character: rian martin (vampire),
- character: sumi ishihara,
- genre: multi-part,
- genre: urban fantasy,
- pairing: gotou/masayoshi,
- series: samurai flamenco,
- wc: under 5000
Samurai Flamenco (Nightbreed) - Gifts & Curses [7] [Gotoyoshi]
Title: gifts & curses [7]
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Keiko, Masanori
Rating: T
Length: 1743
Summary: Masayoshi shuffled a little, trying to adjust the tie that was just a touch too tight around his neck.
Masayoshi shuffled a little, trying to adjust the tie that was just a touch too tight around his neck. He had taken his chain off – the ring was on his finger for tonight especially, Ishihara had noticed it and given him a look, but it had been years and still people weren't comfortable with the celebrated hero being married.
Some weren't comfortable about him being married to another man, but most were just unhappy that he was off the market in general. Masayoshi never would have noticed either way if Ishihara hadn't made a fuss about it – his overall popularity and rating had never been something he'd worried about, especially after he'd become a Flamenger, and a known hero, but she still fretted about those things.
“There's a lot of people I don't recognize,” Masayoshi said. “If Hidenori can't be here with me, I want people to know.”
Ishihara sighed, and smiled at him, and then smacked his hand away from the tie. “Stop fiddling, you'll make it crooked.”
Tonight was a press event with the cast, and Masayoshi was planning to slip out as soon as the q&a was over, but he got trapped into hanging around by Mari, who hung off his arm and flirted mercilessly with him in a most uncomfortable way.
She was doing it for her own amusement, mostly – Masayoshi knew Moe wasn't wasn't present for the event, although when he'd asked pointedly where her girlfriend was Mari had evaded every time – and Masayoshi put up with it in part because he wouldn't even admit to himself that he missed have the girls around as much.
Also, Mizuki was on Mari-handling duty for the evening, and he thought he'd let her drink at the bar for a while before requesting backup.
There was a cascade of flashbulbs off toward the entrance of the ballroom that the even was being held at, and Mari nodded in that direction, peeling off one of her gloves distastefully. “What's going on over there?” Masayoshi wondered, and Mari frowned.
“It's him,” she said, with barely disguised disgust.
Masayoshi glanced to Mizuki, who brought him a champagne flute because it was the hardest liquor he was allowed to drink without supervision (although, he'd noticed, he could hold his liquor better since he became a werewolf, but no one seemed to believe him when he said as much). “It's that male idol who's singing the end credits song,” she said. “Mari's song got bumped, since it's featured in the movie.”
“Huh,” Masayoshi said, partially curious as to who caused such a reaction in Mari. He felt a faint vibration in his suit jacket and pulled his phone out – and saw three missed calls from Gotou.
“Uh-oh,” Mari said, peering over Masayoshi's arm at his phone. “Trouble in paradise?”
“I have to go,” Masayoshi said. “If you see Ishihara-san, tell her I stepped out for a few minutes, okay?”
“I'll go pick a fight with gaijin-kun,” Mari said, and Mizuki caught her by the back of her dress with one hand.
“No,” she said. “We'll be fine,” she added at Masayoshi's concerned look. “Go call your husband.”
“Thanks,” Masayoshi said with a smile. Phone in hand, he slipped out one of the staff doors, unaware that he was being watched.
#
“I was beginning to think you were never going to pick up,” Gotou's voice was slightly tinny due to bad reception – Masayoshi stood in one of the service hallways, keeping an eye out for lurking members of the press. Mostly the people who passed him were actual hotel workers, and he wasn't the first person who had ducked out of a loud conference room to try to take a phone call.
“Sorry,” Masayoshi said. “It's hard to hear, I'm in a thing. I didn't even feel my phone going off.” It was hard to judge Gotou's voice sometimes, he slipped into professional police officer voice on the phone when he was distracted, and while that voice was occasionally sexy as hell it often made it difficult to determine what the nature of the call was. “What's going on?”
“So,” Gotou said. “Remember how I was fretting about a card I thought I lost, and then found a few months back?”
“...yeah?” Masayoshi said, because that was a weird way to open up the conversation. Gotou hadn't even been worried enough to call it fretting so – doubly weird.
“I never actually found the card.”
“Then why did you say that you did?” This was a really strange conversation.
“Because I realized Keiko took it and used it to buy lunch.” Masayoshi heard Gotou inhale as he processed that – and Masayoshi's brow furrowed. “Don't get mad,” Gotou said preemptively.
“Where is she, put her on the phone!” Masayoshi said. “That isn't something that a hero would do-”
“Well, it is something a kid might do,” Gotou said, and Masayoshi huffed.
“Put her on the phone, right now!”
“I can't, Masayoshi. She used the card to buy train tickets.”
It took a moment for the words to sink in, Masayoshi was still stewing in the indignity that any child he raised would steal – and then Masayoshi said, “Wait, what?”
“They're gone,” Gotou said quietly, and Masayoshi leaned back into the wall, slid down abruptly, all anger evaporating with the realization that they could be anywhere, and he couldn't protect them.
“Hidenori,” Masayoshi said, his voice wavering.
“She withdrew cash,” Gotou said. “Earlier today. She's smarter than I thought, because I was going to try to track them through card purchases.” Masayoshi listened blankly as Gotou lowered the phone and said something he couldn't quite hear, before putting it to his ear again. “Sorry, I'm in the koban – but I'm gonna head into town hopefully tomorrow, if I can get the staffing taken care of to help. I've got Koji on it – I gave him your new number, I hope that's okay.”
“You called Koji before me?” Masayoshi said numbly.
“Koji had some ideas on where they might head,” Gotou said. He took a deep breath, and there was a moment of silence between them. Masayoshi could imagine Gotou at his desk – this late in the evening he probably wasn't wearing his uniform, and he looked so much younger in a hooded sweatshirt and jeans – and then Gotou sighed. “I'm sorry I didn't call you first, I wasn't certain they were already gone. I have contacts, and I thought I might be able to find them quickly.”
“I know.” Masayoshi did know, but it didn't hurt him any less. “I was going to see Akino-chan tonight, I'll cancel-”
“No, go see her – she might have some weird witchy tracking spell we can use to locate their dumb asses.” Gotou's voice went faint again, but this time he heard Gotou say, “no, no – no, why are those sheets green, Ueno, what the hell have you been printing when I'm not here-” and Masayoshi stared at the eggshell paint of the wall across from him and thought about how he'd managed to fail these kids, that needed him. “Masayoshi, I've got to go,” Gotou's voice came back suddenly. “I'm sorry, okay? I'll call you when I get out of here, we'll figure this out.”
“Okay,” Masayoshi said. “If Akino-chan has anything, I'll text you.”
“Got it. Be careful out there tonight, 'yoshi.” Gotou's voice fuzzed for a moment, he lost a few syllables in the tail end of that. He didn't miss the last two words though, solid and strong. “Love you, 'yoshi.”
“Yeah,” Masayoshi said, although the words felt weirdly dry and rote. “Love you too.”
#
He found Ishihara out in the main hallway to the conference room where most of cast members and press were gathered – and Masayoshi had put on his best face, cheerful and open and completely a mask that Ishihara saw through in an instant from halfway across the room. She was talking with someone he didn't recognize – and when he got close he had a weird chill, like something wasn't quite right, and he didn't know what it was.
“Hazama-kun,” Ishihara said with a smile as fake as his own. “I was just getting ready to look for you, is something wrong?”
This was a game he knew how to play, even if some people thought otherwise. “Just ducking out early,” he said, and inclined his head to the other – a dark-haired teenager he didn't recognize out of hand.
“Oh,” Ishihara said. “Forgive me, this is Rian Martin, he's the male idol singing the end theme.”
Masayoshi gave him a small smile. “Nice to meet you, Martin-san,” he said. Rian offered his hand, which Masayoshi took – and a chill shot straight up his spine. He jerked his hand back like he'd been scalded, which was appallingly rude, except that Rian had done the same thing, and they'd both jumped slightly apart.
Ishihara looked between them, eyes wide – and a couple people had glanced in their direction. “What-” she started to say, when Rian coughed politely and smiled charmingly.
“Sorry, I must have built up some static,” he said, his Japanese strangely accented. Masayoshi remembered Mari's gaijin comment.
“American?” he asked, and Rian nodded.
“Half,” he said. “My mother is Japanese.”
“Ah,” Masayoshi said, and looked to Ishihara. “I have to go,” he said, his fake cheer on again. “Martin-san,” he said, inclining his head slightly in a bow, before making his escape in the direction of his hotel room, hand still tingling strongly.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Keiko, Masanori
Rating: T
Length: 1743
Summary: Masayoshi shuffled a little, trying to adjust the tie that was just a touch too tight around his neck.
Masayoshi shuffled a little, trying to adjust the tie that was just a touch too tight around his neck. He had taken his chain off – the ring was on his finger for tonight especially, Ishihara had noticed it and given him a look, but it had been years and still people weren't comfortable with the celebrated hero being married.
Some weren't comfortable about him being married to another man, but most were just unhappy that he was off the market in general. Masayoshi never would have noticed either way if Ishihara hadn't made a fuss about it – his overall popularity and rating had never been something he'd worried about, especially after he'd become a Flamenger, and a known hero, but she still fretted about those things.
“There's a lot of people I don't recognize,” Masayoshi said. “If Hidenori can't be here with me, I want people to know.”
Ishihara sighed, and smiled at him, and then smacked his hand away from the tie. “Stop fiddling, you'll make it crooked.”
Tonight was a press event with the cast, and Masayoshi was planning to slip out as soon as the q&a was over, but he got trapped into hanging around by Mari, who hung off his arm and flirted mercilessly with him in a most uncomfortable way.
She was doing it for her own amusement, mostly – Masayoshi knew Moe wasn't wasn't present for the event, although when he'd asked pointedly where her girlfriend was Mari had evaded every time – and Masayoshi put up with it in part because he wouldn't even admit to himself that he missed have the girls around as much.
Also, Mizuki was on Mari-handling duty for the evening, and he thought he'd let her drink at the bar for a while before requesting backup.
There was a cascade of flashbulbs off toward the entrance of the ballroom that the even was being held at, and Mari nodded in that direction, peeling off one of her gloves distastefully. “What's going on over there?” Masayoshi wondered, and Mari frowned.
“It's him,” she said, with barely disguised disgust.
Masayoshi glanced to Mizuki, who brought him a champagne flute because it was the hardest liquor he was allowed to drink without supervision (although, he'd noticed, he could hold his liquor better since he became a werewolf, but no one seemed to believe him when he said as much). “It's that male idol who's singing the end credits song,” she said. “Mari's song got bumped, since it's featured in the movie.”
“Huh,” Masayoshi said, partially curious as to who caused such a reaction in Mari. He felt a faint vibration in his suit jacket and pulled his phone out – and saw three missed calls from Gotou.
“Uh-oh,” Mari said, peering over Masayoshi's arm at his phone. “Trouble in paradise?”
“I have to go,” Masayoshi said. “If you see Ishihara-san, tell her I stepped out for a few minutes, okay?”
“I'll go pick a fight with gaijin-kun,” Mari said, and Mizuki caught her by the back of her dress with one hand.
“No,” she said. “We'll be fine,” she added at Masayoshi's concerned look. “Go call your husband.”
“Thanks,” Masayoshi said with a smile. Phone in hand, he slipped out one of the staff doors, unaware that he was being watched.
“I was beginning to think you were never going to pick up,” Gotou's voice was slightly tinny due to bad reception – Masayoshi stood in one of the service hallways, keeping an eye out for lurking members of the press. Mostly the people who passed him were actual hotel workers, and he wasn't the first person who had ducked out of a loud conference room to try to take a phone call.
“Sorry,” Masayoshi said. “It's hard to hear, I'm in a thing. I didn't even feel my phone going off.” It was hard to judge Gotou's voice sometimes, he slipped into professional police officer voice on the phone when he was distracted, and while that voice was occasionally sexy as hell it often made it difficult to determine what the nature of the call was. “What's going on?”
“So,” Gotou said. “Remember how I was fretting about a card I thought I lost, and then found a few months back?”
“...yeah?” Masayoshi said, because that was a weird way to open up the conversation. Gotou hadn't even been worried enough to call it fretting so – doubly weird.
“I never actually found the card.”
“Then why did you say that you did?” This was a really strange conversation.
“Because I realized Keiko took it and used it to buy lunch.” Masayoshi heard Gotou inhale as he processed that – and Masayoshi's brow furrowed. “Don't get mad,” Gotou said preemptively.
“Where is she, put her on the phone!” Masayoshi said. “That isn't something that a hero would do-”
“Well, it is something a kid might do,” Gotou said, and Masayoshi huffed.
“Put her on the phone, right now!”
“I can't, Masayoshi. She used the card to buy train tickets.”
It took a moment for the words to sink in, Masayoshi was still stewing in the indignity that any child he raised would steal – and then Masayoshi said, “Wait, what?”
“They're gone,” Gotou said quietly, and Masayoshi leaned back into the wall, slid down abruptly, all anger evaporating with the realization that they could be anywhere, and he couldn't protect them.
“Hidenori,” Masayoshi said, his voice wavering.
“She withdrew cash,” Gotou said. “Earlier today. She's smarter than I thought, because I was going to try to track them through card purchases.” Masayoshi listened blankly as Gotou lowered the phone and said something he couldn't quite hear, before putting it to his ear again. “Sorry, I'm in the koban – but I'm gonna head into town hopefully tomorrow, if I can get the staffing taken care of to help. I've got Koji on it – I gave him your new number, I hope that's okay.”
“You called Koji before me?” Masayoshi said numbly.
“Koji had some ideas on where they might head,” Gotou said. He took a deep breath, and there was a moment of silence between them. Masayoshi could imagine Gotou at his desk – this late in the evening he probably wasn't wearing his uniform, and he looked so much younger in a hooded sweatshirt and jeans – and then Gotou sighed. “I'm sorry I didn't call you first, I wasn't certain they were already gone. I have contacts, and I thought I might be able to find them quickly.”
“I know.” Masayoshi did know, but it didn't hurt him any less. “I was going to see Akino-chan tonight, I'll cancel-”
“No, go see her – she might have some weird witchy tracking spell we can use to locate their dumb asses.” Gotou's voice went faint again, but this time he heard Gotou say, “no, no – no, why are those sheets green, Ueno, what the hell have you been printing when I'm not here-” and Masayoshi stared at the eggshell paint of the wall across from him and thought about how he'd managed to fail these kids, that needed him. “Masayoshi, I've got to go,” Gotou's voice came back suddenly. “I'm sorry, okay? I'll call you when I get out of here, we'll figure this out.”
“Okay,” Masayoshi said. “If Akino-chan has anything, I'll text you.”
“Got it. Be careful out there tonight, 'yoshi.” Gotou's voice fuzzed for a moment, he lost a few syllables in the tail end of that. He didn't miss the last two words though, solid and strong. “Love you, 'yoshi.”
“Yeah,” Masayoshi said, although the words felt weirdly dry and rote. “Love you too.”
He found Ishihara out in the main hallway to the conference room where most of cast members and press were gathered – and Masayoshi had put on his best face, cheerful and open and completely a mask that Ishihara saw through in an instant from halfway across the room. She was talking with someone he didn't recognize – and when he got close he had a weird chill, like something wasn't quite right, and he didn't know what it was.
“Hazama-kun,” Ishihara said with a smile as fake as his own. “I was just getting ready to look for you, is something wrong?”
This was a game he knew how to play, even if some people thought otherwise. “Just ducking out early,” he said, and inclined his head to the other – a dark-haired teenager he didn't recognize out of hand.
“Oh,” Ishihara said. “Forgive me, this is Rian Martin, he's the male idol singing the end theme.”
Masayoshi gave him a small smile. “Nice to meet you, Martin-san,” he said. Rian offered his hand, which Masayoshi took – and a chill shot straight up his spine. He jerked his hand back like he'd been scalded, which was appallingly rude, except that Rian had done the same thing, and they'd both jumped slightly apart.
Ishihara looked between them, eyes wide – and a couple people had glanced in their direction. “What-” she started to say, when Rian coughed politely and smiled charmingly.
“Sorry, I must have built up some static,” he said, his Japanese strangely accented. Masayoshi remembered Mari's gaijin comment.
“American?” he asked, and Rian nodded.
“Half,” he said. “My mother is Japanese.”
“Ah,” Masayoshi said, and looked to Ishihara. “I have to go,” he said, his fake cheer on again. “Martin-san,” he said, inclining his head slightly in a bow, before making his escape in the direction of his hotel room, hand still tingling strongly.