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scriveynerTitle: Knows No Fear
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 392
Summary: Masayoshi was going to be the actual, literal death of him.
Hazama Masayoshi is going to be the actual, literal death of him, Gotou thinks for a brief second, vaulting off his bicycle’s seat before it had completely stopped moving. He didn’t even check to see if it had fallen into the street when it toppled with a clatter behind him, he was a little more preoccupied with leaning over the bridge and grabbing Masayoshi by the back of his sweatshirt with one hand.
“What,” he yells as he tries dragging Masayoshi back up onto solid ground, “the FUCKING HELL are you DOING!?”
Maybe that wasn’t appropriate language for a police officer to be shouting in public, but he was a little frazzled at the moment. Masayoshi had been hanging onto the side of the bridge with one hand, and suddenly Gotou found a small, dirty and shaking dog thrust directly into his face. He grabbed it on reflex, and Masayoshi, with his other hand now free was able to haul himself up and over the guard-rail with little effort.
He sat on the pavement hard and despite that grinned up at Gotou. “Hey, Gotou-san, I didn’t expect to see you-”
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?” Gotou yelled, and the dog he now held in one hand whined and shook harder. “You don’t - what-”
“Some guy,” Masayoshi rubbed his shoulder with one hand, he was looking up and down the bridge. A handful of pedestrians had stopped but weren’t interfering, since there was already a police officer on scene. “He had, he threw the poor puppy off the bridge!” Masayoshi was building into a good head of righteous rage and Gotou couldn’t blame him except he was pretty sure he was ready to throw Masayoshi off the bridge himself.
“So you jumped off a bridge to save a DOG?”
“I couldn’t let it die,” Masayoshi said sharply. He stood up and took the dog from Gotou, rubbing its head. The dog whimpered and cuddled up to Masayoshi’s chest.
“No,” Gotou said and sighed - he hated when Masayoshi was right. “I suppose you couldn’t.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 392
Summary: Masayoshi was going to be the actual, literal death of him.
Hazama Masayoshi is going to be the actual, literal death of him, Gotou thinks for a brief second, vaulting off his bicycle’s seat before it had completely stopped moving. He didn’t even check to see if it had fallen into the street when it toppled with a clatter behind him, he was a little more preoccupied with leaning over the bridge and grabbing Masayoshi by the back of his sweatshirt with one hand.
“What,” he yells as he tries dragging Masayoshi back up onto solid ground, “the FUCKING HELL are you DOING!?”
Maybe that wasn’t appropriate language for a police officer to be shouting in public, but he was a little frazzled at the moment. Masayoshi had been hanging onto the side of the bridge with one hand, and suddenly Gotou found a small, dirty and shaking dog thrust directly into his face. He grabbed it on reflex, and Masayoshi, with his other hand now free was able to haul himself up and over the guard-rail with little effort.
He sat on the pavement hard and despite that grinned up at Gotou. “Hey, Gotou-san, I didn’t expect to see you-”
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?” Gotou yelled, and the dog he now held in one hand whined and shook harder. “You don’t - what-”
“Some guy,” Masayoshi rubbed his shoulder with one hand, he was looking up and down the bridge. A handful of pedestrians had stopped but weren’t interfering, since there was already a police officer on scene. “He had, he threw the poor puppy off the bridge!” Masayoshi was building into a good head of righteous rage and Gotou couldn’t blame him except he was pretty sure he was ready to throw Masayoshi off the bridge himself.
“So you jumped off a bridge to save a DOG?”
“I couldn’t let it die,” Masayoshi said sharply. He stood up and took the dog from Gotou, rubbing its head. The dog whimpered and cuddled up to Masayoshi’s chest.
“No,” Gotou said and sighed - he hated when Masayoshi was right. “I suppose you couldn’t.”
