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[FICS] PoT: Narcissus's Mirror // Sir Gentleman, Sir Trickster
... I posted this half-asleep this morning, I think. I don't really remember. Ahahaha.
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vacivity because she was the one who introduced me to this comm and is so much better than me as a writer. Honest.
Also, I seem incapable of writing anything good that's short. Bah. >>;
Narcissus's Mirror
Characters/Pairing: Yagyuu/Niou.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 435
Summary: ‘They were two people and half a person all at once and it made sense to them for nothing else did.’ Being confused was half the way of life. Niou and Yagyuu and the blurred edges.
Prompt:
Narcissus so himself himself forsook,
And died to kiss his shadow in the brook.
(from here)
‘Beautiful,’ Niou thought, as he watched Yagyuu's hair turn silver-white under the effects of the dye and choppy and messy from the gel. Niou smiled, pleasant for he has brown hair now, neat and flattened and coiffed. Yagyuu snarled back, and showed his teeth, gleaming white that shone under the bathroom's sole orange light.
Niou shivered, reaching out to touch. The hands met, palms smacking into each other; an inelegant sound that only skin could make. He would've thought he was looking into a mirror if not for the stiff collar on his neck and the noose-tight tie on his neck. He envied Yagyuu then, slightly, for Yagyuu was wearing his crumpled shirt and loosened tie. ‘Freedom,' Niou thought as Yagyuu smiled again, and Niou was reminded of a river of crocodiles of sharks of predators.
Yagyuu leaned in to kiss him, and Niou lost himself in him (or was it Niou who leaned in to kiss and Yagyuu who lost himself? he was getting confused). He could see his own eyes (brown-black), his own chest (muscled, planed, smooth), his own face (white hair and devious eyes and mouth curled in that oh-so-familiar smirk) looking back at him. Yagyuu (or was it Niou?) tangled his fingers into his (brown? white? he doesn't know) hair. Niou (Yagyuu?) felt as though he was drowning in himself in Yagyuu in Niou until he didn't know who he was any more.
'Was this what Narcissus felt?’ Niou thought, smiling pleasantly for he was Yagyuu and Yagyuu was Niou (or maybe they were themselves? he didn’t know but he didn't mind he didn’t care). Yagyuu's (Niou's?) hair felt harsh, rough; every strand stabbing into the soft skin of the back of his hand. Niou didn't mind. He held onto the grip, pulling hair back even as he pulled Yagyuu forward to kiss him again and it was like kissing himself, except not, because Yagyuu’s fire was different from his. It was like kissing a twin, almost; it was too similar to be a twin’s. Niou didn't know didn't care because he was drowning drowning drowning in his own eyes.
He was Niou and he was Yagyuu and Yagyuu was Niou was Yagyuu and it all didn't matter any more. They were two people and half a person all at once and it made sense to them for nothing else did. What does it matter? No one else mattered, right here, right now. Only each other mattered, and Niou found himself not minding about how his world had narrowed so suddenly into just himself and Yagyuu.
Niou smiled, and Yagyuu smirked.
End
--
Sir Gentleman, Sir Trickster
Characters/Pairing: Niou/Yagyuu
Rating: PG-13
Words: 586
Summary: "I've never felt the kiss of love,"; "Love wears many masks." Irony at it’s finest: Niou sees the details, and Yagyuu sees the general picture. Unsurprisingly, their views don’t get along.
Prompt:
I never felt the kiss of love
(from here)
Niou's first kiss was his older sister. They were quarrelling, shouting at each other in adolescent anger about something so insignificant that Niou couldn't remember anything about. His sister had slipped mid-rant, stepping on a glossy magazine and Niou had tried to catch her. Their lips brushed, so accidental and so brief that it was naught but a mockery of a kiss. Niou counted it as his first nonetheless. It was a detail, and details were all that mattered.
Yagyuu's first kiss was a girl in his second year of junior high, before winter and after his first Kantou gold medal, still polished and shining in his mother’s cabinet. It was clumsy; their teeth clashed and their noses got in the way but Yagyuu was a quick learner and he adapted easily. It was slow and the girl whimpered, sighed and swooned in his arms. It meant exactly nothing to him, nothing more but not anything less (for what could be less than nothing?). 'It was a learning experience,' he thought afterwards. He never gave a thought to what he needed the experience for; it was a detail and Yagyuu was only interested in the big picture and the ends.
Their first kiss was simply lust and adrenaline fed by excitement. Niou was exhilarated, his plan had gone so well, and Yagyuu indulged him because he understood Niou now, after he was Niou for a few hours. Their teeth banged together and Yagyuu didn't know what to do but Niou did, and Yagyuu wondered why that was so because he was the one with prior experience to this, wasn’t it? But he didn't mind Niou taking charge because his blood was choked with adrenaline and hormonal lust and Niou knew what he was doing, licking and nipping at his lips. Yagyuu gasped and sighed and felt almost like a girl until he realized that he had a crick in his neck from bending down. He smiled, secretly, and waited for Niou to lick the smile away. The advantage mattered, he knew.
Yagyuu pushed Niou against the wall during their second kiss, because he was taller by two centimetres and older by a few months so he thought he should act like it. Niou smirked and slapped his wrist before kissing back. Yagyuu felt lust and something else and saw an odd flicker in Niou's eyes. He ignored it; he wasn't one for details. That was Niou's domain.
Niou took note of his reaction and his own; and shelved the information away into his mind without analysing it. He didn't want to think, because then all the tiny pieces he had gathered would form a big picture. He didn’t like looking at the big picture. That was Yagyuu’s job.
"I've never felt the kiss of love," Yagyuu read during class and Niou, one seat behind and in a class not his own laughed and laughed and laughed until Yagyuu glared at him to shut up. He chuckled softly then, half an act of defiance and half because he couldn’t help himself.
"Love wears many masks." He quoted to Yagyuu when they walked towards the tennis courts, after class. Yagyuu looked confused, uncomprehending, and Niou was frustrated enough to push him against the lockers and kissed him, once, twice, thrice, licking his pursed lips into a smile until Sanada screamed at them to stop making out when you have practice!.
Niou was tired of teaching Yagyuu to see.
Yagyuu was sick of Niou never looking for what mattered.
End
Anyway, PIMPING!
shutupanddoeet is a marvellous writing community. Poetry prompts! ♥These are, again, for
vacivity because she was the one who introduced me to this comm and is so much better than me as a writer. Honest.Also, I seem incapable of writing anything good that's short. Bah. >>;
Narcissus's Mirror
Characters/Pairing: Yagyuu/Niou.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 435
Summary: ‘They were two people and half a person all at once and it made sense to them for nothing else did.’ Being confused was half the way of life. Niou and Yagyuu and the blurred edges.
Prompt:
Narcissus so himself himself forsook,
And died to kiss his shadow in the brook.
(from here)
‘Beautiful,’ Niou thought, as he watched Yagyuu's hair turn silver-white under the effects of the dye and choppy and messy from the gel. Niou smiled, pleasant for he has brown hair now, neat and flattened and coiffed. Yagyuu snarled back, and showed his teeth, gleaming white that shone under the bathroom's sole orange light.
Niou shivered, reaching out to touch. The hands met, palms smacking into each other; an inelegant sound that only skin could make. He would've thought he was looking into a mirror if not for the stiff collar on his neck and the noose-tight tie on his neck. He envied Yagyuu then, slightly, for Yagyuu was wearing his crumpled shirt and loosened tie. ‘Freedom,' Niou thought as Yagyuu smiled again, and Niou was reminded of a river of crocodiles of sharks of predators.
Yagyuu leaned in to kiss him, and Niou lost himself in him (or was it Niou who leaned in to kiss and Yagyuu who lost himself? he was getting confused). He could see his own eyes (brown-black), his own chest (muscled, planed, smooth), his own face (white hair and devious eyes and mouth curled in that oh-so-familiar smirk) looking back at him. Yagyuu (or was it Niou?) tangled his fingers into his (brown? white? he doesn't know) hair. Niou (Yagyuu?) felt as though he was drowning in himself in Yagyuu in Niou until he didn't know who he was any more.
'Was this what Narcissus felt?’ Niou thought, smiling pleasantly for he was Yagyuu and Yagyuu was Niou (or maybe they were themselves? he didn’t know but he didn't mind he didn’t care). Yagyuu's (Niou's?) hair felt harsh, rough; every strand stabbing into the soft skin of the back of his hand. Niou didn't mind. He held onto the grip, pulling hair back even as he pulled Yagyuu forward to kiss him again and it was like kissing himself, except not, because Yagyuu’s fire was different from his. It was like kissing a twin, almost; it was too similar to be a twin’s. Niou didn't know didn't care because he was drowning drowning drowning in his own eyes.
He was Niou and he was Yagyuu and Yagyuu was Niou was Yagyuu and it all didn't matter any more. They were two people and half a person all at once and it made sense to them for nothing else did. What does it matter? No one else mattered, right here, right now. Only each other mattered, and Niou found himself not minding about how his world had narrowed so suddenly into just himself and Yagyuu.
Niou smiled, and Yagyuu smirked.
End
--
Sir Gentleman, Sir Trickster
Characters/Pairing: Niou/Yagyuu
Rating: PG-13
Words: 586
Summary: "I've never felt the kiss of love,"; "Love wears many masks." Irony at it’s finest: Niou sees the details, and Yagyuu sees the general picture. Unsurprisingly, their views don’t get along.
Prompt:
I never felt the kiss of love
(from here)
Niou's first kiss was his older sister. They were quarrelling, shouting at each other in adolescent anger about something so insignificant that Niou couldn't remember anything about. His sister had slipped mid-rant, stepping on a glossy magazine and Niou had tried to catch her. Their lips brushed, so accidental and so brief that it was naught but a mockery of a kiss. Niou counted it as his first nonetheless. It was a detail, and details were all that mattered.
Yagyuu's first kiss was a girl in his second year of junior high, before winter and after his first Kantou gold medal, still polished and shining in his mother’s cabinet. It was clumsy; their teeth clashed and their noses got in the way but Yagyuu was a quick learner and he adapted easily. It was slow and the girl whimpered, sighed and swooned in his arms. It meant exactly nothing to him, nothing more but not anything less (for what could be less than nothing?). 'It was a learning experience,' he thought afterwards. He never gave a thought to what he needed the experience for; it was a detail and Yagyuu was only interested in the big picture and the ends.
Their first kiss was simply lust and adrenaline fed by excitement. Niou was exhilarated, his plan had gone so well, and Yagyuu indulged him because he understood Niou now, after he was Niou for a few hours. Their teeth banged together and Yagyuu didn't know what to do but Niou did, and Yagyuu wondered why that was so because he was the one with prior experience to this, wasn’t it? But he didn't mind Niou taking charge because his blood was choked with adrenaline and hormonal lust and Niou knew what he was doing, licking and nipping at his lips. Yagyuu gasped and sighed and felt almost like a girl until he realized that he had a crick in his neck from bending down. He smiled, secretly, and waited for Niou to lick the smile away. The advantage mattered, he knew.
Yagyuu pushed Niou against the wall during their second kiss, because he was taller by two centimetres and older by a few months so he thought he should act like it. Niou smirked and slapped his wrist before kissing back. Yagyuu felt lust and something else and saw an odd flicker in Niou's eyes. He ignored it; he wasn't one for details. That was Niou's domain.
Niou took note of his reaction and his own; and shelved the information away into his mind without analysing it. He didn't want to think, because then all the tiny pieces he had gathered would form a big picture. He didn’t like looking at the big picture. That was Yagyuu’s job.
"I've never felt the kiss of love," Yagyuu read during class and Niou, one seat behind and in a class not his own laughed and laughed and laughed until Yagyuu glared at him to shut up. He chuckled softly then, half an act of defiance and half because he couldn’t help himself.
"Love wears many masks." He quoted to Yagyuu when they walked towards the tennis courts, after class. Yagyuu looked confused, uncomprehending, and Niou was frustrated enough to push him against the lockers and kissed him, once, twice, thrice, licking his pursed lips into a smile until Sanada screamed at them to stop making out when you have practice!.
Niou was tired of teaching Yagyuu to see.
Yagyuu was sick of Niou never looking for what mattered.
End