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scriveyner) wrote2014-12-17 01:36 pm
scriveyner) wrote2014-12-17 01:36 pm
Samurai Flamenco (Babyfic) - Sledding [Gotoyoshi]
Title: sledding
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Kids
Rating: T
Length: 927
Summary: Gotou stood at the top of the incline, Masanori curled up in his arms.
Gotou stood at the top of the incline, Masanori curled up in his arms. It had been snowing for the past few days, ever since they had arrived at his mother’s for the weekend. The snow was heavy and wet, perfect for snowmen and snowball fights. It was also ideal for the planned activity of the morning, which involved the old neon-green saucer sled that he been found buried in the back of a closet.
Surprisingly, the whole thing had been Gotou’s idea - although the hill at the old park was strangely larger than he remembered. Usually it was the reverse, when revisiting old haunts they seemed smaller and less intimidating as an adult; but the hill loomed ominously. If Masayoshi even sensed his sudden hesitation he completely ignored it.
There were a handful of kids in the park, playing on the swings - a pack of middle-schoolers, it looked like, but it was hard to tell as everyone was bundled up due to the frigid morning air. Masayoshi carried the sled over his shoulder, and he had Keiko’s hand in the other. He glanced back and over at the flock of middle-schoolers as they passed. The kids were watching them, but they were not doing anything for Masayoshi to scold them over. It was daylight, they were in a park, and as far as he could tell no one was smoking. “Leave them alone,” Gotou said, and Masayoshi looked over at him, surprised.
“I wasn’t going to say anything!”
“Yes, you were, I could sense it.” Gotou shifted Masanori against his hip - Masanori had not wanted to leave the house and had thrown a tantrum. It was difficult to get Keiko dressed when she didn’t want to be, with Masanori it was downright impossible. After a valiant struggle Masanori was dressed in snow pants and coat, and now he was sulking in Gotou’s arms, his face pressed into Gotou’s chest.
“Did you used to come here?” Masayoshi asked instead. Keiko pulled on his arm, tugging Masayoshi toward the hill and he let himself be dragged. Gotou followed a few steps behind.
“Whenever it snowed. It’s the only place in the area that has a decent hill for sledding.” Gotou nodded toward the slope, which was already patterned deeply with sled-tracks from the previous day. He was a little surprised that no one was out yet this morning, but it was still fairly early on a Sunday.
Masayoshi thumped the old green plastic saucer against his back with one hand. “We’re gonna use dada’s sled,” he told Keiko, who turned back and gave Masayoshi a withering look that Gotou found far too familiar.
“I know, daddy.”
Masayoshi looked to Gotou, injured by their daughter’s exasperation. Gotou had covered the bottom of his face with his free hand, trying to contain the laughter that threatened to escape. “Don’t you dare laugh,” Masayoshi said with a pout.
“I’m not laughing,” Gotou lied. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Here, here,” Keiko said, tugging on Masayoshi’s sleeve again. They had reached the top of the hill, and Masayoshi set the saucer sled down. Keiko climbed on it immediately.
“Hey now, what do you think you’re doing?” Masayoshi asked, and Keiko looked up at him and blinked.
“Wanna sled.”
“I want to sled too.”
“Oh.” Keiko said. “Okay.” Gotou laughed again, this time freely, as Keiko got up and let Masayoshi arrange himself on the green saucer, which he barely fit on. Keiko sat mostly in his lap, sandwiched by his legs. Masanori turned around in Gotou’s arms, deciding that the goings-on outside of his little bubble of sulking were at least somewhat interesting after all.
“Push us!” Masayoshi said, finding the old ropes that served as handles on the saucer and holding them tightly.
“Push us!” Keiko echoed.
“Want to push them?” Gotou asked Masanori, who nodded his head. Gotou crouched and Masanori put one tiny hand on the back of Masayoshi’s jacket and shoved with all his might. (Gotou may have helped nudge the sled just a bit with his foot, to get them going.)
He straightened and watched as the green saucer sled went spinning down the hill, Masayoshi holding tight to the handles and Keiko shrieking happily, both arms in the air. Masanori watched them intently, as the sled wobbled sideways, went airborne over a bump, and then as the pair of them vanished into a snowdrift. Gotou waited a moment before panicking, and was rewarded by a tiny figure popping out of the snow and waving an arm up in their direction. “We’re all right!” Masayoshi’s voice was strong.
“Again!” Gotou heard Keiko yell.
Gotou sighed, still at least somewhat amused by the proceedings. “What do you think?” Gotou asked Masanori, looking down at the toddler in his arms. Masanori looked up at him and pushed his mitten-covered hand against his mouth thoughtfully. “No,” he said, and shook his head. “Stupid.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Gotou said, and waved back at Masayoshi.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Kids
Rating: T
Length: 927
Summary: Gotou stood at the top of the incline, Masanori curled up in his arms.
Gotou stood at the top of the incline, Masanori curled up in his arms. It had been snowing for the past few days, ever since they had arrived at his mother’s for the weekend. The snow was heavy and wet, perfect for snowmen and snowball fights. It was also ideal for the planned activity of the morning, which involved the old neon-green saucer sled that he been found buried in the back of a closet.
Surprisingly, the whole thing had been Gotou’s idea - although the hill at the old park was strangely larger than he remembered. Usually it was the reverse, when revisiting old haunts they seemed smaller and less intimidating as an adult; but the hill loomed ominously. If Masayoshi even sensed his sudden hesitation he completely ignored it.
There were a handful of kids in the park, playing on the swings - a pack of middle-schoolers, it looked like, but it was hard to tell as everyone was bundled up due to the frigid morning air. Masayoshi carried the sled over his shoulder, and he had Keiko’s hand in the other. He glanced back and over at the flock of middle-schoolers as they passed. The kids were watching them, but they were not doing anything for Masayoshi to scold them over. It was daylight, they were in a park, and as far as he could tell no one was smoking. “Leave them alone,” Gotou said, and Masayoshi looked over at him, surprised.
“I wasn’t going to say anything!”
“Yes, you were, I could sense it.” Gotou shifted Masanori against his hip - Masanori had not wanted to leave the house and had thrown a tantrum. It was difficult to get Keiko dressed when she didn’t want to be, with Masanori it was downright impossible. After a valiant struggle Masanori was dressed in snow pants and coat, and now he was sulking in Gotou’s arms, his face pressed into Gotou’s chest.
“Did you used to come here?” Masayoshi asked instead. Keiko pulled on his arm, tugging Masayoshi toward the hill and he let himself be dragged. Gotou followed a few steps behind.
“Whenever it snowed. It’s the only place in the area that has a decent hill for sledding.” Gotou nodded toward the slope, which was already patterned deeply with sled-tracks from the previous day. He was a little surprised that no one was out yet this morning, but it was still fairly early on a Sunday.
Masayoshi thumped the old green plastic saucer against his back with one hand. “We’re gonna use dada’s sled,” he told Keiko, who turned back and gave Masayoshi a withering look that Gotou found far too familiar.
“I know, daddy.”
Masayoshi looked to Gotou, injured by their daughter’s exasperation. Gotou had covered the bottom of his face with his free hand, trying to contain the laughter that threatened to escape. “Don’t you dare laugh,” Masayoshi said with a pout.
“I’m not laughing,” Gotou lied. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Here, here,” Keiko said, tugging on Masayoshi’s sleeve again. They had reached the top of the hill, and Masayoshi set the saucer sled down. Keiko climbed on it immediately.
“Hey now, what do you think you’re doing?” Masayoshi asked, and Keiko looked up at him and blinked.
“Wanna sled.”
“I want to sled too.”
“Oh.” Keiko said. “Okay.” Gotou laughed again, this time freely, as Keiko got up and let Masayoshi arrange himself on the green saucer, which he barely fit on. Keiko sat mostly in his lap, sandwiched by his legs. Masanori turned around in Gotou’s arms, deciding that the goings-on outside of his little bubble of sulking were at least somewhat interesting after all.
“Push us!” Masayoshi said, finding the old ropes that served as handles on the saucer and holding them tightly.
“Push us!” Keiko echoed.
“Want to push them?” Gotou asked Masanori, who nodded his head. Gotou crouched and Masanori put one tiny hand on the back of Masayoshi’s jacket and shoved with all his might. (Gotou may have helped nudge the sled just a bit with his foot, to get them going.)
He straightened and watched as the green saucer sled went spinning down the hill, Masayoshi holding tight to the handles and Keiko shrieking happily, both arms in the air. Masanori watched them intently, as the sled wobbled sideways, went airborne over a bump, and then as the pair of them vanished into a snowdrift. Gotou waited a moment before panicking, and was rewarded by a tiny figure popping out of the snow and waving an arm up in their direction. “We’re all right!” Masayoshi’s voice was strong.
“Again!” Gotou heard Keiko yell.
Gotou sighed, still at least somewhat amused by the proceedings. “What do you think?” Gotou asked Masanori, looking down at the toddler in his arms. Masanori looked up at him and pushed his mitten-covered hand against his mouth thoughtfully. “No,” he said, and shook his head. “Stupid.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Gotou said, and waved back at Masayoshi.