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scriveyner) wrote2014-12-20 09:51 am
scriveyner) wrote2014-12-20 09:51 am
Samurai Flamenco - I Got What I Wanted [Gotoyoshi]
Title: I Got What I Wanted
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 1454
Summary: Masayoshi somehow managed to be both the easiest person in the world to shop for and also the most difficult.
Masayoshi somehow managed to be both the easiest person in the world to shop for and also the most difficult. Gotou stopped before the window display - it was lit up with fairy lights and featured figurines and cut-outs of several different toku heroes, dominated by a Red Axe cardboard cut-out that loomed over them all. There were so many different figurines - and he knew that he could buy Masayoshi anything, and he would be so grateful and accommodating no matter what the gift was. The idiot was far too earnest sometimes. He would be genuinely excited and happy no matter the effort that Gotou put into it.
It didn’t matter if Masayoshi received seven of the same figure, he would dutifully line them all up on the shelf he had built (despite Gotou’s protests) and smile this distant smile he wore sometimes when he thought Gotou was not watching.
It was easy to make him happy. Gotou wanted to get him something special, though - and it wasn’t like Masayoshi made things any easier. He had been put on a purchasing moratorium since the beginning of the month, although he had broken it seven times at last count, the most recent being the previous evening when he had come home with bags of shopping and a new, limited-edition holiday version of the Harakiri Sunshine anniversary figure.
“Gee, it’s a good thing no one thought to get that for you,” Gotou had remarked dryly, chin in his hand as Masayoshi presented his spoils to Gotou proudly.
“You didn’t even know it existed until I came home with it,” Masayoshi said, and turned the box over in his hands excitedly. “It was a limited edition, Gotou-san!”
He did not respond, watching Masayoshi fondly - although he remembered at least to adopt a somewhat severe expression when Masayoshi’s head darted up, his eyes narrowed and prepared for an argument which did not occur. “Limited edition,” he said again defensively.
Gotou inhaled, the frigid winter air burning in his lungs as he turned away from the storefront display. There were decorations everywhere, in case he had forgotten the approaching holiday - garlands tied with bright white lights crossing overhead, bows and festive ornaments dangling from trees and lights and signposts. There were also couples - people holding hands, walking too-close in each others’ spaces, arms linked and faces lit by the displays. Gotou turned up the collar of his jacket and tucked his hands back into his pockets.
Masayoshi was taping a live show tonight. He had invited Gotou along, dangling a visitor’s pass between them but Gotou had reminded him what happened the last time he had attended a live show taping, and Masayoshi had actually beamed. That was enough of a flashing neon warning sign for Gotou, who politely declined the invitation. “Mean,” Masayoshi pouted, and left the visitor’s pass on the table, just in case Gotou changed his mind.
He had planned to use the evening to shop, though - especially knowing that Masayoshi would be too busy to wonder what he was up to. Gotou was free to wander in and out of stores, stopping before displays without having his arm yanked almost out of its socket when tugged toward the newest stack of DVDs and merchandise.
Gotou picked up a boxed model of Flamen Robo and turned it over, smiling fondly. He was reasonably sure Masayoshi had this one anyway - and he set it back down quickly when he saw the price sticker on it.
“Looking for something for your son?” A salesclerk had popped up out of nowhere and Gotou jumped guiltily.
“N-no, no I don’t-” he shaved both of his hands into his pockets and took a step back from the display quickly. “I don’t have any kids.”
“Oh!” The salesclerk turned endearingly pink. “Forgive me! For a friend then? Or yourself?”
“F-friend.” He almost said boyfriend. He almost. There was nothing wrong with it, but Gotou still hesitated. He was a grown-ass man, it didn’t really matter what this woman thought anyway, so he swallowed down the stammer and said firmly, “for my boyfriend.”
To her credit, the woman did not even bat an eye. “Oh, is he a fan of the Flamengers too? The merchandise is very popular this year.”
“…something like that.” Living with Masayoshi had made him perfect his poker face, if nothing else.
“We’ve got some new arrivals in, they’re over here if you’d like to browse.” She gestured back deeper into the store. “Which one is his favorite? I’m partial to Black myself, but Red is quite cute too.”
Gotou entertained the thought of telling this poor salesclerk just how cute Red could be when he was being a big whiny baby about having to get out of bed just this morning. It was a big enough step to admit to having a boyfriend in the first place, letting a store full of customers known that he was dating (-cum-engaged to) Flamen Red aka Samurai Flamenco was just asking for more trouble than he felt like dealing with … well, ever, really.
“Red,” he said magnanimously, just because he was curious. It couldn’t hurt to have a look, after all.
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Masayoshi did not get home until well after midnight - Gotou was still awake and sitting at the kotatsu when he came through the door. “I’m home,” he called unnecessarily, as Gotou was sitting at an angle where he could see the door. “Why are you still up, Gotou-san, don’t you have work tomorrow?”
“I swapped shifts again, I work late tomorrow, not early.” He watched Masayoshi shuffle around, set his shoes properly this time and not leaving them kicked over like a child, and hang his coat and scarf next to Gotou’s. “How did it go?”
“You didn’t watch?” Masayoshi only sounded a little offended. Gotou shrugged his shoulders as Masayoshi padded over to him and swatted him in the side of the head. “You should have watched!”
“Ow!” It had not really hurt, but he wasn’t about to let Masayoshi know that. “I was out, my entire life doesn’t revolve around you, you know!”
Masayoshi nudged him with his leg and reluctantly Gotou slid over. Instead of sitting perpendicular to Gotou, Masayoshi plopped down next to him, sliding his legs under the kotatsu and sighing, before plastering himself against Gotou’s side. “You should have watched,” he muttered again as Gotou put his arm cautiously around Masayoshi. “I talked about you.”
“…you did?”
“Not by name, don’t panic. Though everyone’ll know when we get married, there’ll be official public documents and everything then, so you might as well get used to it.” Masayoshi set his head against Gotou’s shoulder. “They asked if I was spending the holiday with anyone special.”
“And you said ‘your boyfriend’, and everyone freaked out,” Gotou finished, and Masayoshi laughed.
“Well, not quite,” he said. “I said ‘with my betrothed,’ and then everyone freaked out, and Ishihara-san broke her clipboard in two.”
“You randomly announce that you’re engaged on a live program feed with no warning? I’m surprised Ishihara didn’t force-feed you the broken chunks of her clipboard during the commercial break,” Gotou laughed in amazement. “Also, ‘betrothed?’ Really?”
“We were talking in samurai dialect for a - you would have understood it if you had watched it!” Masayoshi smacked at him ineffectively with one hand. “What was so important that you had to skip out on my show taping for?”
“I’m really glad I wasn’t there for that, Ishihara would have strangled me since she’s not allowed to strangle you,” Gotou said.
Masayoshi elbowed him again. “What were you doing, huh?”
“Nothing important, geez,” Gotou said. He glanced away and blushed, and Masayoshi laughed again.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 1454
Summary: Masayoshi somehow managed to be both the easiest person in the world to shop for and also the most difficult.
Masayoshi somehow managed to be both the easiest person in the world to shop for and also the most difficult. Gotou stopped before the window display - it was lit up with fairy lights and featured figurines and cut-outs of several different toku heroes, dominated by a Red Axe cardboard cut-out that loomed over them all. There were so many different figurines - and he knew that he could buy Masayoshi anything, and he would be so grateful and accommodating no matter what the gift was. The idiot was far too earnest sometimes. He would be genuinely excited and happy no matter the effort that Gotou put into it.
It didn’t matter if Masayoshi received seven of the same figure, he would dutifully line them all up on the shelf he had built (despite Gotou’s protests) and smile this distant smile he wore sometimes when he thought Gotou was not watching.
It was easy to make him happy. Gotou wanted to get him something special, though - and it wasn’t like Masayoshi made things any easier. He had been put on a purchasing moratorium since the beginning of the month, although he had broken it seven times at last count, the most recent being the previous evening when he had come home with bags of shopping and a new, limited-edition holiday version of the Harakiri Sunshine anniversary figure.
“Gee, it’s a good thing no one thought to get that for you,” Gotou had remarked dryly, chin in his hand as Masayoshi presented his spoils to Gotou proudly.
“You didn’t even know it existed until I came home with it,” Masayoshi said, and turned the box over in his hands excitedly. “It was a limited edition, Gotou-san!”
He did not respond, watching Masayoshi fondly - although he remembered at least to adopt a somewhat severe expression when Masayoshi’s head darted up, his eyes narrowed and prepared for an argument which did not occur. “Limited edition,” he said again defensively.
Gotou inhaled, the frigid winter air burning in his lungs as he turned away from the storefront display. There were decorations everywhere, in case he had forgotten the approaching holiday - garlands tied with bright white lights crossing overhead, bows and festive ornaments dangling from trees and lights and signposts. There were also couples - people holding hands, walking too-close in each others’ spaces, arms linked and faces lit by the displays. Gotou turned up the collar of his jacket and tucked his hands back into his pockets.
Masayoshi was taping a live show tonight. He had invited Gotou along, dangling a visitor’s pass between them but Gotou had reminded him what happened the last time he had attended a live show taping, and Masayoshi had actually beamed. That was enough of a flashing neon warning sign for Gotou, who politely declined the invitation. “Mean,” Masayoshi pouted, and left the visitor’s pass on the table, just in case Gotou changed his mind.
He had planned to use the evening to shop, though - especially knowing that Masayoshi would be too busy to wonder what he was up to. Gotou was free to wander in and out of stores, stopping before displays without having his arm yanked almost out of its socket when tugged toward the newest stack of DVDs and merchandise.
Gotou picked up a boxed model of Flamen Robo and turned it over, smiling fondly. He was reasonably sure Masayoshi had this one anyway - and he set it back down quickly when he saw the price sticker on it.
“Looking for something for your son?” A salesclerk had popped up out of nowhere and Gotou jumped guiltily.
“N-no, no I don’t-” he shaved both of his hands into his pockets and took a step back from the display quickly. “I don’t have any kids.”
“Oh!” The salesclerk turned endearingly pink. “Forgive me! For a friend then? Or yourself?”
“F-friend.” He almost said boyfriend. He almost. There was nothing wrong with it, but Gotou still hesitated. He was a grown-ass man, it didn’t really matter what this woman thought anyway, so he swallowed down the stammer and said firmly, “for my boyfriend.”
To her credit, the woman did not even bat an eye. “Oh, is he a fan of the Flamengers too? The merchandise is very popular this year.”
“…something like that.” Living with Masayoshi had made him perfect his poker face, if nothing else.
“We’ve got some new arrivals in, they’re over here if you’d like to browse.” She gestured back deeper into the store. “Which one is his favorite? I’m partial to Black myself, but Red is quite cute too.”
Gotou entertained the thought of telling this poor salesclerk just how cute Red could be when he was being a big whiny baby about having to get out of bed just this morning. It was a big enough step to admit to having a boyfriend in the first place, letting a store full of customers known that he was dating (-cum-engaged to) Flamen Red aka Samurai Flamenco was just asking for more trouble than he felt like dealing with … well, ever, really.
“Red,” he said magnanimously, just because he was curious. It couldn’t hurt to have a look, after all.
Masayoshi did not get home until well after midnight - Gotou was still awake and sitting at the kotatsu when he came through the door. “I’m home,” he called unnecessarily, as Gotou was sitting at an angle where he could see the door. “Why are you still up, Gotou-san, don’t you have work tomorrow?”
“I swapped shifts again, I work late tomorrow, not early.” He watched Masayoshi shuffle around, set his shoes properly this time and not leaving them kicked over like a child, and hang his coat and scarf next to Gotou’s. “How did it go?”
“You didn’t watch?” Masayoshi only sounded a little offended. Gotou shrugged his shoulders as Masayoshi padded over to him and swatted him in the side of the head. “You should have watched!”
“Ow!” It had not really hurt, but he wasn’t about to let Masayoshi know that. “I was out, my entire life doesn’t revolve around you, you know!”
Masayoshi nudged him with his leg and reluctantly Gotou slid over. Instead of sitting perpendicular to Gotou, Masayoshi plopped down next to him, sliding his legs under the kotatsu and sighing, before plastering himself against Gotou’s side. “You should have watched,” he muttered again as Gotou put his arm cautiously around Masayoshi. “I talked about you.”
“…you did?”
“Not by name, don’t panic. Though everyone’ll know when we get married, there’ll be official public documents and everything then, so you might as well get used to it.” Masayoshi set his head against Gotou’s shoulder. “They asked if I was spending the holiday with anyone special.”
“And you said ‘your boyfriend’, and everyone freaked out,” Gotou finished, and Masayoshi laughed.
“Well, not quite,” he said. “I said ‘with my betrothed,’ and then everyone freaked out, and Ishihara-san broke her clipboard in two.”
“You randomly announce that you’re engaged on a live program feed with no warning? I’m surprised Ishihara didn’t force-feed you the broken chunks of her clipboard during the commercial break,” Gotou laughed in amazement. “Also, ‘betrothed?’ Really?”
“We were talking in samurai dialect for a - you would have understood it if you had watched it!” Masayoshi smacked at him ineffectively with one hand. “What was so important that you had to skip out on my show taping for?”
“I’m really glad I wasn’t there for that, Ishihara would have strangled me since she’s not allowed to strangle you,” Gotou said.
Masayoshi elbowed him again. “What were you doing, huh?”
“Nothing important, geez,” Gotou said. He glanced away and blushed, and Masayoshi laughed again.