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scriveynerTitle: samflam_69min: Patrol
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Gates'verse
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Kanata/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 890
Summary:
Masayoshi had been sick for the past few days - not drastically so, but enough that keeping him in bed was a minor headache and a half. Fortunately, Gotou had his own job to worry about and trying to keep Masayoshi immobile and out of trouble was not his responsibility at the moment. He did, however, keep up a steady stream of texts with Masayoshi … simply because when Masayoshi responded promptly he knew he wasn’t up to anything bad.
He kept his texting subtle at working, he was good at that - Masayoshi rambled about the DVDs he was watching, his work, how Ishihara was going to kill him if this went on much longer and a host of other things that Gotou didn’t care to keep in the forefront of his mind. Kanata was supposedly keeping an eye on him, but he’d gone out for groceries so Gotou promised to stop by after his shift was over and check in on Masayoshi, at least until Kanata got back.
This time of the year though, it got dark fairly early. Gotou wrapped his scarf on as he prepared to leave, Nick taking his spot at Gotou’s desk for the overnight shift. “So apparently Samurai Flamingo is making a fuss a few streets over,” Nick said as he shuffled papers.
“Samurai Flamenco,” Gotou corrected automatically, although he knew that Nick did that just to be annoying. He paused, one glove on. “Wait, what?”
“Yeah, I passed it coming in,” Nick said. “He’s your boyfriend, right?”
“No,” Gotou said, although he really wasn’t quite sure anymore. “He’s not.”
“Uh-huh.” Nick folded his arms on the desk and raised an eyebrow at Gotou.
Gotou ignored him, pulled on his other glove and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tell Flamingo-san I said hi,” Nick called after him obnoxiously, and Gotou made a mental note to never let Masayoshi hear that. That is, if he didn’t strangle the life out of Masayoshi when he caught up to him, stubborn sick fool that he was.
Gotou headed in the direction of the brightly lit shopping area that he knew was along Nick’s route in, but there didn’t seem to be any disturbances that he was could see out of hand, pedestrians flocking along the sidewalks, peering in storefronts and gathering in small groups under the strung holiday lights. He fished his phone out of his pocket, intent on texting Masayoshi - or better yet, calling him and yelling at him properly, when he saw a flash of red dart into an alley just out of the corner of his eye. He turned and headed deliberately in that direction.
He made it to the end of the alley and saw, again, a flash of red ducking down behind a dumpster. “Masayoshi!” he called sternly, and stalked into the alley. “I swear to god, Masayoshi-“
Masayoshi’s head popped up from the other side of the dumpster, alarmed. He stared at Gotou for a moment, wide-eyed, caught like a rabbit in headlights - and Gotou stared right back at him, stunned, because - that wasn’t Masayoshi.
“If you tell Masayoshi I’ll kill you,” Kanata said, although he still had that trapped expression on his face. “I will fucking stab you in the face, Hidenori, don’t even try me-”
“What the hell are you doing?” Gotou said.
“Nothing.” Kanata said. “You saw nothing, I am doing nothing.”
Gotou stalked down the alley and Kanata ducked down behind the dumpster again, pulling a hoody over his head frantically. “This sure as hell doesn’t seem like nothing,” Gotou said sternly.
"It doesn’t matter what it seems like, because that’s what it is,” Kanata slid into a seated position and glared up at Gotou, arms crossed over his chest, helmet overturned beside him.
"Did Masayoshi talk you into this?” Gotou asked after a moment, offering his hand to help Kanata up. Kanata ignored him and hoisted himself up, brushing dirt off his rear with both hands.
“Masayoshi doesn’t know and if you tell him I’ll kill you,” Kanata said with conviction. “I won’t even feel bad.”
“You would too feel bad,” Gotou watched Kanata stuff the helmet into his backpack and zip it up.
“If you even breathe a word,” Kanata said, and Gotou put up both his hands, amused.
“Your secret is safe with me, Samurai Flamingo-san,” he said, and Kanata stopped and stared at him.
“What did you just call me?”
“Do you want to get back before Masayoshi decides he’s going to try to patrol and realizes his costume is missing?”
“I hate you so much,” Kanata said. “I hate everyone.”
“Yeah,” Gotou said, and patted his shoulder. “I know.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Gates'verse
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Kanata/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 890
Summary:
Masayoshi had been sick for the past few days - not drastically so, but enough that keeping him in bed was a minor headache and a half. Fortunately, Gotou had his own job to worry about and trying to keep Masayoshi immobile and out of trouble was not his responsibility at the moment. He did, however, keep up a steady stream of texts with Masayoshi … simply because when Masayoshi responded promptly he knew he wasn’t up to anything bad.
He kept his texting subtle at working, he was good at that - Masayoshi rambled about the DVDs he was watching, his work, how Ishihara was going to kill him if this went on much longer and a host of other things that Gotou didn’t care to keep in the forefront of his mind. Kanata was supposedly keeping an eye on him, but he’d gone out for groceries so Gotou promised to stop by after his shift was over and check in on Masayoshi, at least until Kanata got back.
This time of the year though, it got dark fairly early. Gotou wrapped his scarf on as he prepared to leave, Nick taking his spot at Gotou’s desk for the overnight shift. “So apparently Samurai Flamingo is making a fuss a few streets over,” Nick said as he shuffled papers.
“Samurai Flamenco,” Gotou corrected automatically, although he knew that Nick did that just to be annoying. He paused, one glove on. “Wait, what?”
“Yeah, I passed it coming in,” Nick said. “He’s your boyfriend, right?”
“No,” Gotou said, although he really wasn’t quite sure anymore. “He’s not.”
“Uh-huh.” Nick folded his arms on the desk and raised an eyebrow at Gotou.
Gotou ignored him, pulled on his other glove and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tell Flamingo-san I said hi,” Nick called after him obnoxiously, and Gotou made a mental note to never let Masayoshi hear that. That is, if he didn’t strangle the life out of Masayoshi when he caught up to him, stubborn sick fool that he was.
Gotou headed in the direction of the brightly lit shopping area that he knew was along Nick’s route in, but there didn’t seem to be any disturbances that he was could see out of hand, pedestrians flocking along the sidewalks, peering in storefronts and gathering in small groups under the strung holiday lights. He fished his phone out of his pocket, intent on texting Masayoshi - or better yet, calling him and yelling at him properly, when he saw a flash of red dart into an alley just out of the corner of his eye. He turned and headed deliberately in that direction.
He made it to the end of the alley and saw, again, a flash of red ducking down behind a dumpster. “Masayoshi!” he called sternly, and stalked into the alley. “I swear to god, Masayoshi-“
Masayoshi’s head popped up from the other side of the dumpster, alarmed. He stared at Gotou for a moment, wide-eyed, caught like a rabbit in headlights - and Gotou stared right back at him, stunned, because - that wasn’t Masayoshi.
“If you tell Masayoshi I’ll kill you,” Kanata said, although he still had that trapped expression on his face. “I will fucking stab you in the face, Hidenori, don’t even try me-”
“What the hell are you doing?” Gotou said.
“Nothing.” Kanata said. “You saw nothing, I am doing nothing.”
Gotou stalked down the alley and Kanata ducked down behind the dumpster again, pulling a hoody over his head frantically. “This sure as hell doesn’t seem like nothing,” Gotou said sternly.
"It doesn’t matter what it seems like, because that’s what it is,” Kanata slid into a seated position and glared up at Gotou, arms crossed over his chest, helmet overturned beside him.
"Did Masayoshi talk you into this?” Gotou asked after a moment, offering his hand to help Kanata up. Kanata ignored him and hoisted himself up, brushing dirt off his rear with both hands.
“Masayoshi doesn’t know and if you tell him I’ll kill you,” Kanata said with conviction. “I won’t even feel bad.”
“You would too feel bad,” Gotou watched Kanata stuff the helmet into his backpack and zip it up.
“If you even breathe a word,” Kanata said, and Gotou put up both his hands, amused.
“Your secret is safe with me, Samurai Flamingo-san,” he said, and Kanata stopped and stared at him.
“What did you just call me?”
“Do you want to get back before Masayoshi decides he’s going to try to patrol and realizes his costume is missing?”
“I hate you so much,” Kanata said. “I hate everyone.”
“Yeah,” Gotou said, and patted his shoulder. “I know.”
