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scriveynerTitle: I Don't Believe in the Sun [10]
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Blind AU
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 1466
Summary: Masayoshi leaned over the railing, the summer sun caught in his hair, ice cream dripping down his hand.
Masayoshi leaned over the railing, the summer sun caught in his hair, ice cream dripping down his hand. He was making a mess of it, and Gotou rolled his eyes in amusement. “It's too soft,” Masayoshi complained when he came up for air, having followed a drip down his hand, lapping it like a cat. “It's melting too fast, here-”
And he thrust his ice cream cone out, in Gotou's direction, expecting him to lick it, all innocence and fluff, and Gotou couldn't deny the strange way his heart jumped at the chance. He shoved Masayoshi's sticky hand away. “No, thank you,” he said, and Masayoshi yelped a little as the ice cream slid off the cone and fell to the sidewalk between them with a splat.
“Aww,” Masayoshi said, and then licked the ice cream still present in the cone. He blinked when Gotou's phone clicked, since the sunlight was bright enough that the flash didn't trigger. “Did you just take a picture of me?”
“Sure did,” Gotou tapped some characters in his phone. “Gotta show my girlfriend what happens when she skips out on a date.” Masayoshi's brow furrowed, and without Gotou looking up he added, “I replace her with you, Masayoshi.”
When he did look up, text safely sent, Masayoshi was looking away, face flushed with the heat. “Oi, are you getting heatstroke?” Gotou asked.
“So you'd be on a date with your girlfriend, today,” Masayoshi said, his voice weirdly flat. Gotou squinted at him, and glanced along the boardwalk, at the couples and groups of schoolkids.
“Well, yeah. Except she had to travel for her business, and doesn't know when she'd be back.” He sighed, mock-dramatically, and nudged Masayoshi's shoulder. “Hey, don't look like that. You should probably wash up if you want the theater to let us in to actually see the movie later.”
“What does your girlfriend do, Gotou-san?”
“Ah, this and that,” he waved his hand in front of his face. “She's always traveling, lucky her.”
“You could come with me when I have to travel!”
“It's not the same thing, Masayoshi. And why the hell would I want to share a hotel room with you, anyway...?”
#
“Has your girlfriend come to visit?”
The question surprised him, he hadn't been aware that Masayoshi was awake. It was hard to tell, sometimes, with the bandages wrapped around his face, and the hospital machine's steady beeps that covered the soft sound of his breaths. Gotou inhaled and closed the magazine he had open on his lap, even if Masayoshi couldn't see his distraction. “No, she's busy right now.”
“Oh.” Masayoshi's voice was weird – it had been weird since he first woke up in the hospital, not-quite-right, healing just like everything else. “You were badly hurt! I can't believe she wouldn't visit-”
“Not that badly,” Gotou touched his own bandaged noggin, where a nasty cut had to be stitched closed. “She's out of the country, 'yoshi, she can't just drop everything-”
“I would!”
He smiled, realized that Masayoshi couldn't see it, and felt his heart in his throat – a large lump that he couldn't quite swallow around. Would he ever be able to see Gotou's smile again? “I know,” he said softly. “She wants to be here though, believe me.”
“I would do anything for you, Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said drowsily, and Gotou told himself that it was just the drugs, felt his throat tighten anyway.
“Go back to sleep, idiot,” Gotou murmured, and couldn't miss the soft smile on Masayoshi's face, didn't understand the way his heart skipped.
#
“Tell me what,” Masayoshi asked, standing in the doorway, handcuff dangling from a bruised wrist. Gotou stared at the thin trails of blood that were tracing down his arm.
“You're bleeding,” he said, gone to tunnel vision. “You're – Masayoshi, what did you do, how did you-”
“Tell me what, Gotou-san?” Masayoshi repeated, eyes turned into the kitchen, gaze turned neither to Gotou nor Sawada, since he wasn't certain of their exact positioning. “What's going on?”
When Gotou swung his gaze to Sawada, he saw that the little shit was smiling, chin in both hands, like this was some sort of play put on for his personal enjoyment. Gotou felt the weight of the hammer in his hand, thought about how easy it would be, realized that Masayoshi would never, ever forgive him – even if his life was in danger, he wouldn't – but he wasn't going to forgive him anyway, so what did it matter...?
“It's nothing,” Gotou said, voice hoarse, words cracked. “It's nothing, don't listen to him, Masayoshi.”
“Tell me, Hazama-san,” Sawada said, chin still in hands. “Have you ever met his girlfriend? What's she like?”
“No,” Masayoshi's brow furrowed, head tilted in Sawada's direction. His shoulders had tensed, he was prepared in case this turned physical, in case someone came at him – and the surge of anger bubbled in his chest, that he would even think that Gotou would allow Sawada to lay another hand on him. “No, I haven't, but I know she's sweet, and kind, and is Gotou-san's most treasured person.”
He couldn't breathe. Sawada's eyes flickered to him, then back to Masayoshi, his grin almost wicked. “Have you ever heard her voice?”
“No....” Masayoshi clearly didn't understand the line of questions, he scanned the room. “Gotou-san, what is this about, why is Sawada still here … you're not hurt...?”
“How do you know she's real, Hazama-kun?”
“Of course she's real, she's Gotou-san's girlfriend!”
Sawada inclined his head to Gotou, who shifted his weight back, used the counter for support because he couldn't breathe anymore, not normally. She was real, Masayoshi understood that, he didn't need to know any more, because there wasn't any more to know....
“Why are you doing this,” Gotou asked, the world teetering around him. He had to keep holding the counter to keep his balance, if he breathed funny it would all shatter, all of it. “What the fuck did I do to you....”
“Oh, this has nothing to do with you,” Sawada said, watching Gotou with too-bright eyes. “I'm protecting Hazama-kun. That's what I'm meant to do, now – protect him from things meant to hurt him.”
“Gotou-san isn't going to hurt me!” Masayoshi said, voice clear as a bell through the haze that seemed to surround him. “I trust him with my life!”
“Even though he's been lying to you?” Sawada asked, eyes wide and tone innocent.
Gotou could see Masayoshi falter, struck through like a physical blow – but it was only a moment, and his fingers gripped the door's frame tighter than before. “I trust him,” Masayoshi said. “And if he's lied to me, he probably has a good reason for it!”
Sawada's face looked like a thundercloud as his hands dropped from his chin. “You are so disgustingly infatuated with this freak,” he said. “Don't you understand his girlfriend's been dead for years?”
The silence that fell upon the room was deafening. Gotou dropped the tools, because he couldn't hold them in nerveless fingers – and Masayoshi's weight sagged against the door frame. “What?” he whispered, confusion evident on his face.
Gotou sank to his knees, world gone blurry around him. Sawada's words washed over him like waves crashing against the shore, meaningless and loud. “He's been pretending to be her this whole time – you mean you never ever wondered about a girlfriend who was never there, and so accommodating to everything?” Sawada gave a short, derisive laugh. “Every time he used his girlfriend as an excuse, it was because he didn't want to be around you!”
Gotou stared past them both, at the far wall of the apartment. He didn't look up a the clatter, or Sawada's surprised noise – he didn't even look up until he felt warm arms drape over his shoulders, and Masayoshi's face pressed into his neck. “Oh, Gotou-san,” he breathed, and Gotou's arms came up, wrapped tight around Masayoshi, and closed his eyes.
“Well,” Sawada said, distantly. “Fuck.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Blind AU
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 1466
Summary: Masayoshi leaned over the railing, the summer sun caught in his hair, ice cream dripping down his hand.
Masayoshi leaned over the railing, the summer sun caught in his hair, ice cream dripping down his hand. He was making a mess of it, and Gotou rolled his eyes in amusement. “It's too soft,” Masayoshi complained when he came up for air, having followed a drip down his hand, lapping it like a cat. “It's melting too fast, here-”
And he thrust his ice cream cone out, in Gotou's direction, expecting him to lick it, all innocence and fluff, and Gotou couldn't deny the strange way his heart jumped at the chance. He shoved Masayoshi's sticky hand away. “No, thank you,” he said, and Masayoshi yelped a little as the ice cream slid off the cone and fell to the sidewalk between them with a splat.
“Aww,” Masayoshi said, and then licked the ice cream still present in the cone. He blinked when Gotou's phone clicked, since the sunlight was bright enough that the flash didn't trigger. “Did you just take a picture of me?”
“Sure did,” Gotou tapped some characters in his phone. “Gotta show my girlfriend what happens when she skips out on a date.” Masayoshi's brow furrowed, and without Gotou looking up he added, “I replace her with you, Masayoshi.”
When he did look up, text safely sent, Masayoshi was looking away, face flushed with the heat. “Oi, are you getting heatstroke?” Gotou asked.
“So you'd be on a date with your girlfriend, today,” Masayoshi said, his voice weirdly flat. Gotou squinted at him, and glanced along the boardwalk, at the couples and groups of schoolkids.
“Well, yeah. Except she had to travel for her business, and doesn't know when she'd be back.” He sighed, mock-dramatically, and nudged Masayoshi's shoulder. “Hey, don't look like that. You should probably wash up if you want the theater to let us in to actually see the movie later.”
“What does your girlfriend do, Gotou-san?”
“Ah, this and that,” he waved his hand in front of his face. “She's always traveling, lucky her.”
“You could come with me when I have to travel!”
“It's not the same thing, Masayoshi. And why the hell would I want to share a hotel room with you, anyway...?”
“Has your girlfriend come to visit?”
The question surprised him, he hadn't been aware that Masayoshi was awake. It was hard to tell, sometimes, with the bandages wrapped around his face, and the hospital machine's steady beeps that covered the soft sound of his breaths. Gotou inhaled and closed the magazine he had open on his lap, even if Masayoshi couldn't see his distraction. “No, she's busy right now.”
“Oh.” Masayoshi's voice was weird – it had been weird since he first woke up in the hospital, not-quite-right, healing just like everything else. “You were badly hurt! I can't believe she wouldn't visit-”
“Not that badly,” Gotou touched his own bandaged noggin, where a nasty cut had to be stitched closed. “She's out of the country, 'yoshi, she can't just drop everything-”
“I would!”
He smiled, realized that Masayoshi couldn't see it, and felt his heart in his throat – a large lump that he couldn't quite swallow around. Would he ever be able to see Gotou's smile again? “I know,” he said softly. “She wants to be here though, believe me.”
“I would do anything for you, Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said drowsily, and Gotou told himself that it was just the drugs, felt his throat tighten anyway.
“Go back to sleep, idiot,” Gotou murmured, and couldn't miss the soft smile on Masayoshi's face, didn't understand the way his heart skipped.
“Tell me what,” Masayoshi asked, standing in the doorway, handcuff dangling from a bruised wrist. Gotou stared at the thin trails of blood that were tracing down his arm.
“You're bleeding,” he said, gone to tunnel vision. “You're – Masayoshi, what did you do, how did you-”
“Tell me what, Gotou-san?” Masayoshi repeated, eyes turned into the kitchen, gaze turned neither to Gotou nor Sawada, since he wasn't certain of their exact positioning. “What's going on?”
When Gotou swung his gaze to Sawada, he saw that the little shit was smiling, chin in both hands, like this was some sort of play put on for his personal enjoyment. Gotou felt the weight of the hammer in his hand, thought about how easy it would be, realized that Masayoshi would never, ever forgive him – even if his life was in danger, he wouldn't – but he wasn't going to forgive him anyway, so what did it matter...?
“It's nothing,” Gotou said, voice hoarse, words cracked. “It's nothing, don't listen to him, Masayoshi.”
“Tell me, Hazama-san,” Sawada said, chin still in hands. “Have you ever met his girlfriend? What's she like?”
“No,” Masayoshi's brow furrowed, head tilted in Sawada's direction. His shoulders had tensed, he was prepared in case this turned physical, in case someone came at him – and the surge of anger bubbled in his chest, that he would even think that Gotou would allow Sawada to lay another hand on him. “No, I haven't, but I know she's sweet, and kind, and is Gotou-san's most treasured person.”
He couldn't breathe. Sawada's eyes flickered to him, then back to Masayoshi, his grin almost wicked. “Have you ever heard her voice?”
“No....” Masayoshi clearly didn't understand the line of questions, he scanned the room. “Gotou-san, what is this about, why is Sawada still here … you're not hurt...?”
“How do you know she's real, Hazama-kun?”
“Of course she's real, she's Gotou-san's girlfriend!”
Sawada inclined his head to Gotou, who shifted his weight back, used the counter for support because he couldn't breathe anymore, not normally. She was real, Masayoshi understood that, he didn't need to know any more, because there wasn't any more to know....
“Why are you doing this,” Gotou asked, the world teetering around him. He had to keep holding the counter to keep his balance, if he breathed funny it would all shatter, all of it. “What the fuck did I do to you....”
“Oh, this has nothing to do with you,” Sawada said, watching Gotou with too-bright eyes. “I'm protecting Hazama-kun. That's what I'm meant to do, now – protect him from things meant to hurt him.”
“Gotou-san isn't going to hurt me!” Masayoshi said, voice clear as a bell through the haze that seemed to surround him. “I trust him with my life!”
“Even though he's been lying to you?” Sawada asked, eyes wide and tone innocent.
Gotou could see Masayoshi falter, struck through like a physical blow – but it was only a moment, and his fingers gripped the door's frame tighter than before. “I trust him,” Masayoshi said. “And if he's lied to me, he probably has a good reason for it!”
Sawada's face looked like a thundercloud as his hands dropped from his chin. “You are so disgustingly infatuated with this freak,” he said. “Don't you understand his girlfriend's been dead for years?”
The silence that fell upon the room was deafening. Gotou dropped the tools, because he couldn't hold them in nerveless fingers – and Masayoshi's weight sagged against the door frame. “What?” he whispered, confusion evident on his face.
Gotou sank to his knees, world gone blurry around him. Sawada's words washed over him like waves crashing against the shore, meaningless and loud. “He's been pretending to be her this whole time – you mean you never ever wondered about a girlfriend who was never there, and so accommodating to everything?” Sawada gave a short, derisive laugh. “Every time he used his girlfriend as an excuse, it was because he didn't want to be around you!”
Gotou stared past them both, at the far wall of the apartment. He didn't look up a the clatter, or Sawada's surprised noise – he didn't even look up until he felt warm arms drape over his shoulders, and Masayoshi's face pressed into his neck. “Oh, Gotou-san,” he breathed, and Gotou's arms came up, wrapped tight around Masayoshi, and closed his eyes.
“Well,” Sawada said, distantly. “Fuck.”
