Mizuki Hajime knew that Shuusuke had had a bad day. Even if he hadn’t known from other sources, one look at the way he was walking would have told the story: stride a bit longer than usual, feet coming down a touch too emphatically.
More significantly, he was walking alone.
All of which meant that Hajime had chosen what should be the right time for his approach. It was hard to be sure, with Shuusuke. But, then, that was what this was all about. And Shuusuke had just come close enough to identify who was leaning against the wall of this particular, usefully deserted, stretch of his way home, which meant it was time to begin. Hajime swallowed his nerves and called out.
“Shuusuke. How good to see you again.” Shuusuke didn’t acknowledge his presence by so much as the twitch of an eyebrow. Perfect. “Why, Shuusuke, I’m injured,” Hajime added, “and here everyone always says you have such excellent manners, even when you’re angry. Or, should I say, especially when you’re angry.”
Shuusuke checked in front of him and spoke without turning his head.
“Don’t overestimate the tolerance afforded you because you’re keeping Yuuta company.”
“Oh, I don’t,” Hajime replied, hoping that he was speaking the truth. “You’re very careful of your brother’s things. Do you think he’s all that averse to sharing?” That got Shuusuke to look at him, disbelief flickering briefly in the hard, brilliant blue.
“Excuse me?” Shuusuke said, as though he thought he might genuinely have misheard. Hajime smiled. He knew perfectly well that the thought of touching anything belonging to his brother truly never would cross Shuusuke’s mind. Shuusuke was predictable when it came to Yuuta—and only when it came to Yuuta. If he was lucky, Shuusuke wouldn’t know how sure Hajime was of that, though.
“Yuuta knows I want you, too,” he explained smoothly. “I told him.”
And that turned Shuusuke all the way toward him, eyes narrowing dangerously.
“What?”
Hajime leaned back a little more ostentatiously against the wall.
“He asked. I told him. Surely,” he looked at Shuusuke through his lashes, “you wouldn’t want me to be dishonest with him.” Before Shuusuke calmed himself enough to dissect that particularly specious bit of logic chopping, Hajime continued in a thoughtful tone. “I was a bit distracted at the time, but if I recall correctly, I mentioned that I expected to get you, too, because I can give you something you want.”
A subtle snarl twisted Shuusuke’s mouth.
“And what,” he inquired, low and cutting, “could you imagine you might have that I would want?”
He was still too far away, Hajime decided. One more goad, then, and pray he got the timing right.
“Well, I have Yuuta, for one,” he noted. Shuusuke took one long step toward him, and he forced the next sentence past the tightness in his chest. “But you’re right, it isn’t something I have.”
Shuusuke paused, less than arm’s reach from him, and Hajime breathed again.
“It’s what you want,” he said, quietly, “and what I can give you.”
Shuusuke raised a devastatingly eloquent eyebrow. The part of Hajime’s mind that insisted on focusing on inconsequentialities wondered whether he had learned that by observing Atobe. But this was the first critical moment, and it was only a tiny part. He reached out and laced his fingers lightly through Shuusuke’s. Taking Shuusuke’s hands with him, he raised his own and laid them back against the wall by his head.
“Control,” he murmured. “Anything you want. Anything you choose.”
From Shuusuke’s sudden stillness, he knew he had called it right. Exultation that he had the pattern correct battled with anxiety over what his being correct meant for the near future. But just the first step wasn’t enough for him, and he didn’t, quite, want to stop. Shuusuke was leaning in just a bit, starting to press his hands into the brick.
“Anything?” he repeated, and there was a darker edge to the soft voice now. Hajime bit down a shudder; not yet.
“Anything,” he agreed.
“And you get what out of this? You enjoy being controlled?” There was disbelief in Shuusuke’s tone, and Hajime had to admit it was justified. He answered with part of the truth, the part that he hoped would see him through this in one piece.
“I enjoy power. Strength. Having it is nice. Being touched by it is… also enjoyable. You are very strong.”
Shuusuke was leaning harder now, hands closed around Hajime’s wrists.
“Strong enough that even throwing yourself on my non-existent mercy excites you?” he asked, pleasantly.
Now Hajime released the shudder, let his smirk slip away to show the fear and anticipation underneath as he raised his eyes to Shuusuke’s.
“It terrifies me,” he said with complete honesty. “I don’t have any illusions about you, Shuusuke. You made sure I wouldn’t. But I want this.”
The sharp eyes drilled into him, as Shuusuke closed the last distance between them. He lowered his head and ran his lips down Hajime’s neck, nuzzled past his unbuttoned collar.
Bit down savagely.
Hajime jerked sharply against the body pressing his to the wall, a harsh choke drawing out into a groan as Shuusuke’s lips slid softly back up. He slumped back against the brick, trembling under Shuusuke’s hands, breathing fast. Waiting for what Shuusuke would choose. Shuusuke drew back enough to study him.
“You really are serious,” he observed.
“Yes,” Hajime whispered, leaning his head against the wall.
The slow smile that curved Shuusuke’s mouth would have sent any sane person running, very far and very fast. Just as well, probably, that Hajime had never made any strong claims to sanity when he was in pursuit of a goal he wanted.
“Come with me.” Shuusuke led the way toward his house, and Hajime followed. No one else was home, which Hajime took as a sign of favor from fate. Shuusuke led him up to his bedroom and gestured, as if politely, for Hajime to precede him. Suspecting what the point of this was, Hajime didn’t turn around once he had entered.
He was distantly pleased with another correct perception when he felt Shuusuke against his back, and arms reached around him. Long fingers undid the knot of his tie, worked loose the buttons of his shirt, and then the button of his slacks, delicately drew away his clothing and only brushed his skin every now and then. Shuusuke’s fingers sliding over his stomach made the muscles twist and jump in response, and Hajime struggled to breathe. Shuusuke’s hands on his shoulders guided him to the bed, pressed him down on his back.
Shuusuke stood back, regarding him for a long moment, and then briskly stripped off his own clothes. Hajime let out his breath, with silent thanks to all the gods he didn’t believe in. There had been a high probability that Shuusuke would choose sex over outright violence. It paralleled Hajime’s relationship with Yuuta in a way that would appeal to Shuusuke’s mind, whether he admitted it or not. But the probability hadn’t been high enough for Hajime to have real confidence in it.
Having some idea of where things were going gave Hajime a measure of equanimity as Shuusuke gathered his wrists in one hand and pinned them over his head. Another long look, another unnerving smile, and Shuusuke ran his other hand down Hajime’s thigh, up his side.
Gently.
Hajime’s eyes widened as the gentleness of Shuusuke’s touch registered. Soft caresses, firm enough not to tickle, soothing his body, seducing him toward pleasure. Shuusuke’s eyes glinted down at him.
“So?”
Such a small word to contain so much challenge. A challenge to submit, not just to domination, but to pleasure at Shuusuke’s hands. Hajime knew that if he accepted it, if he relaxed that much, it would make the shock exponentially worse if Shuusuke chose to alter his approach and use pain after all. He knew that Shuusuke knew it too, and was aware of their mutual knowledge.
That had, after all, been the pattern of their first match on the court.
That was Shuusuke’s challenge; his suggestion that Hajime would not actually be able to give him the measure of control he wanted. Hajime was shaking again. But this was why he was here. He would bet on this. If Shuusuke wanted to truly unsettle him, he would not, in fact, repeat himself. He would stay with pleasure.
And enjoy the edge of uncertainty he had placed Hajime on.
One last, convulsive, shudder, and Hajime forced himself to go limp under Shuusuke’s grasp.
“Anything,” he reiterated, voice breaking even on that single word.
“Hmmm,” Shuusuke murmured, thoughtfully. And then that appallingly gentle touch returned, and Hajime pushed aside his perfectly reasonable fear and abandoned himself to the pleasure his longest standing opponent seemed to want to bring him. And it was always, and only, pleasure. Shuusuke didn’t tease him, or seek to startle him; only caressed and stroked until he was hard and panting, arching under Shuusuke’s touch, legs spread wantonly. Shuusuke answered the pleading look Hajime didn’t have the coherence to give voice to, and rubbed a finger softly against his entrance, drawing a long moan from him as Shuusuke pressed, slowly, in.
The rather disconnected thought crossed Hajime’s mind, that it was probably an awkward stretch for Shuusuke, who hadn’t once released Hajime’s wrists. But, yes, this was right, Shuusuke would want to watch his face. And then the feeling of Shuusuke’s fingers thrusting into him derailed any attempt at thought.
Shuusuke prepared him thoroughly, and when he set a hand under one of Hajime’s knees and pressed it back, opening him, when he slid into Hajime, there was still no pain. The layered pleasure was becoming a pressure in him, instead. Hajime couldn’t even cry out as Shuusuke’s first, long thrust drove home, slowly, slowly. Shuusuke was still for a moment, letting him catch his breath, and then he was moving, long and slow, drowning Hajime in a flood of hot, electric sensation, building it higher. As soon as Hajime found his voice again Shuusuke leaned forward, thrust harder, and the world turned white, and the moan turned into something like a scream. Shuusuke didn’t let up, and the the jolts of pleasure unwound Hajime’s muscles and broke the world into licks of unbearable heat, and a true scream clawed its way out of his throat as he came.
It didn’t take Shuusuke long to follow him, and the shallow, rocking thrusts as he did coaxed the last possible response out of Hajime, leaving him utterly unstrung and overwhelmed by the care Shuusuke had taken and the pleasure he had given. A few tears of sheer overload spilled from Hajime’s eyes. Shuusuke, recovering himself, looked down at them.
Bent down and kissed them away.
It was a gesture of triumph, the kind of graciousness in victory that only drives the fact of defeat home. They both knew Shuusuke felt no tenderness toward him whatsoever. For one moment Hajime thought it might break him, that he would not be able to stop the tears or the trembling.
But as he closed his eyes he also knew that he had won. Shuusuke had overwhelmed him, reduced him to prostration, quite literally. But Hajime had successfully calculated and predicted all of it: the pattern of Shuusuke’s actions, the branches that the pattern might take. Hajime had won on his true chosen ground, and the shame of his first defeat was washed away.
That thought was enough to calm him and still him. He thought some of it probably showed in his eyes as he opened them and looked up, because Shuusuke cocked his head and gave him one last long, thoughtful look before finally letting Hajime go. It took a few tries before he gained his feet.
“The bathroom is down the hall on the left,” Shuusuke informed him quietly.
“Thank you,” Hajime returned in a similar tone. He snagged his clothes on the way out, and returned, once prepared for polite society again, to stand in the doorway. “I’ll see you later, Shuusuke,” he said, exhaustion draining the usual edge from his voice.
“Yes,” Shuusuke agreed, with a faint smile.
He wondered, as he made his occasionally wobbly way back to St. Rudolph, just how much of his real purpose Shuusuke had divined, and what form of retribution he could expect if Shuusuke took offense at losing in any way. Well, he’d figure it out. He was confident of that, again.
He certainly wouldn’t say no to a little extra reassurance, after that experience, though, and he let his feet take him to Yuuta’s door rather than his own. He had never been more grateful for Yuuta’s tendency not to lock his door, which let him walk straight to where Yuuta sat, and sink down and lay his head on Yuuta’s knees without the need for greetings or explanations.
Not that the latter seemed very necessary. After a startled moment he felt Yuuta’s long fingers combing through his hair, and they sighed almost in unison.
“You went to Aniki, didn’t you?” Yuuta more stated than asked. Hajime nodded slightly. “Did he hurt you?” Yuuta wanted to know.
The question was so utterly unanswerable that Hajime started laughing. And then it was a bit difficult to stop. Yuuta slid out of his chair and pulled Hajime into his arms, as he chortled, rubbing his back until he calmed, gasping for breath.
“I invited him to rip out my soul and wring it like a washcloth,” Hajime said, eventually. “He accepted. But, no, he didn’t hurt me.” His head was resting on Yuuta’s shoulder, but Hajime could almost see the Look Yuuta gave him.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have bad hobbies?” Yuuta muttered. That set Hajime off again. Yuuta scooted them both around until he could lean back against his bed, pulling Hajime to lean on his chest.
“I won, Yuuta,” Hajime said, softly. “It was the only way I could win.”
“On your own terms,” Yuuta filled in. “Yes. I know.”
Which was fairly impressive, considering that Hajime had never told him what he wanted with or from Shuusuke, but this was Yuuta, after all. He understood that kind of thing.
“Yes, you do understand,” Hajime mused, only half aware he was speaking out loud. “I love that you understand.”
Yuuta’s startlement telegraphed in his moment of stillness, but he seemed to decide that his boyfriend was just more strung out than previously suspected, because he didn’t answer. Only gathered Hajime a bit closer. It was pleasant to rest against him. Hajime didn’t realize he was dozing until Yuuta woke him up so they could move up to the bed.
In the course of moving, Yuuta noticed the now-dark bruise above Hajime’s collarbone, and gave him another Look, clearly questioning the claim that Shuusuke hadn’t hurt him.
“It was just the one moment during the initial negotiations,” Hajime assured him. Yuuta bristled anyway, glaring at the bite mark. He had the family possessive streak, all right, Hajime reflected. Fair enough; Hajime did, too, without the excuse of genetics.
Which was partly why, when Yuuta gave him a soft kiss, he answered passionately, drawing Yuuta’s tongue into his mouth, inviting him to taste that there had been no intruders. It was the one gesture, the one advance, Shuusuke had not made. When Yuuta drew back, a little breathless, Hajime gave him a pleased and sleepy smile.
They twined around each other, Yuuta still running his fingers through Hajime’s hair as he drifted off. He was almost entirely asleep when he thought he heard Yuuta murmur to him.
“We both understand, Mizuki. And we’ll always find a way to win. Always.”
End
Not quite sure I like the Fuji I see in this fic, though there’s nothing wrong with the fic itself. Fuji scares me.
(Oh, and I got the CD, thank you thank you thankyou!)
To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure I do, either. But when I started to write out the way I see Mizuki’s obsession with him, and what might be behind it, this was where it went. *shivers*
(You’re most welcome!)
Actually, I really liked it. Fuji’s characterisation was good, a little emphasis on his dark side but hell… he did humiliate the other boy into the ground in front of as many people as possible. He has a mean streak that’s pretty hard to deny. And he wuvs the mind games!
Well yeah… liked it lots! Of course I read it for the Fuji aspect soooo hehe
Thanks for sharing!
Thank you!
*nodnod* Fuji definitely has a dark streak, and most of the time I quite like that in him. I just wasn’t quite prepared for how far it went in this story. Never believe the Fuji-muse when he says it won’t be that bad; especially if he’s smiling.
Glad you liked it!
…….
yeah…. that was… damn. This is good. Real good. Mizuki has a self-destructive streak a mile wide, but it is only there because Mizuki must win, and it is really disturbing that he ends with a boyfriend that is also obsessed with Mizuki’s object of torment.
The fact that Yuuta accepts, understands, and might, just might approve of what Mizuki has done is well, reall sad. Because no matter how much he loves his brother, there will always be something in the way to stop Fuji and Yuuta from being the brothers they use to be.
Also, I wonder if either of them realises that Fuji just might have let Mizuki win, because Fuji love his brother so much that letting Mizuki win is almost like a blessing for the relationship. Or am I reading too much into this?
Either way, I love this, and I’m highly curious at the fallout on Fuji’s side (or why he was angry in the first place).
BTW, love the possessiveness that is so apparent in the three of them, and maybe it’s just me, but I didn’t find Fuji evil or mean here. I found a Fuji that’s strangely nice, and very human.
And NOW the SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! MORE! MORE! Here, have truffles!
*clutches at hair* Damn it, woman, you’ve invaded my head! I was really, really, going to stop here, but, no, Tachibana and Fuji are alread having a chat over a third story, Fuji pov to balance everything out. *sighs and nibbles a truffle*
I’m fairly sure Fuji is aware, by the end, of what the whole interlude was about for Mizuki; while he may not have let Mizuki win, he did let him carry off his victory without interference.
*nods* Very human. Which, I think, may be what Tachibana needs to get through to the ingenious little twink. Fuji plays to his own image a little too much, sometimes.
MWAHAHA!
See me invade, and dump truckloads of truffles. Beside you can’t end it there, not with so much things left unsaid (or shown).
Exactly, carry it off Mizuki, but just realise Fuji LET you win *feel sorry for Fuji*
Yes, the ingenious little twink does play to his own image of ‘Sadistic Evil Genius’ a bit too much. Someone need to shake him up a bit and make him admit that yes, he’s genius and powerful, but he’s also human that do get hurt. And Yuuta is an all too sore point for Fuji.
*awaits for more*
{shivers with wicked delight} aahhh…yess… there’s the bastard I love so much… ^.^ And yet… damn, him, Syusuke’s just so fucking wonderful! {cries}
an amazing fic… just…absolutely amazing… the play of dynamics between Mizuki and the Fujis… I’m astounded at how perfectly you’ve seemed to tap into them; it looks so effortlessly that it almost annoys me… Hn.
Oh, and just a quick question from the other part…. did I read that right? Syusuke’s boyfriend’s sister Ann? {blinks owlishly}
Jsut thought I’ll answer this before Emily does ^_^
Yep, Suyuuske’s boyfirend’s sister, Ann. Yes, Suyyuske boyfriend is Tachibana. Scroll through Emily’s lj entries and you should be able to find the previous cahpters.
(Tezuka/Atobe … Atobe/Tezuka!!! MWAHAHAHA!)
*blushes* Believe me, the muses make me work for it.
*sighs* Ah, yes, Mirror Writing, the killer coral of arcs. It started out as a nice, simple TezuAto, and then sprouted a Tachibana/Fuji pre-story, and now this. The Ann talking to Yuuta thing is actually a reference back to Long Exposure, the Tachibana/Fuji section.
*rakes hand through hair* I’ve got to revise these and post them to my fic site some time soon; provided the muses shut up long enough to let me… This is the most addictive show I’ve ever written in.
I’ll have to look Mirror Writing up–I don’t suppose you have a nice, handy dandy direct link? {looks hopeful}
And arent’ addictive shows great? I think PoT has quickly replaced GW’s addictiveness in my history charts. I’m impressed. Really.
*checks quickly* Ah, good, everything is still on the first page. If you go direct to![[livejournal.com profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ravenwoodfic, and head straight down for the bottom of the page, Mirror Writing starts with “Insight”. And just keeps going and going…
I hit GW fairly late, which was probably a good thing; the fandom, at least in fossil form, fascinated me almost more than the actual show. It’s one of the things that entertains me about PoT: I doubt the fans can come up with anything more cracked out than the official writers! PoT has a ways to go before overtaking my FMA production, but it’s headed there. Nothing has sucked me in like either of those besides Sailor Moon, which was my gateway anime. My supplier was canny enough to give me the first season ending in both sub and dub forms for critical comparison. Alas for the weaknesses of english majors! I was a gonner.
“It just keeps going” –and yet, two hours later I was much perturbed to hit a dead end. {pouts} more please.
Oh, yeah…. GW fandom was *amazing*… {laughs} The actual anime was *good*, had it’s points, but it was the *fandom* that so carried it… And all the absolutely fantastic authors and artists; breathtaking…
Hmmm {Frowns} “FMA production”?
Ah, SM—you always remember your gateway, ne? LoL… yeah, well, we won’t talk about the first season ending… I”m just glad I got my hands on the other three seasons before the dubbers did… (refused to watch the american dub due to bastardidation of favorite pairing—{shivers and mutters something that sounds suspiciously like “cousins”})
Ne, isn’t anime great for English Majors, though? I mean, such beauty just waiting for comparing and contrasting and identifying themes, plot, character developement.. ^____________^
*hisses* *wards off idea of “cousins” with crosses and garlic* Blasphemy! It was blasphemy! After that first comparison, I refused to watch any more of the dub. It’s my benchmark for the heartless evisceration of a defenseless storyline.
*pulls self together*
FMA–Fullmetal Alchemist. You haven’t been sucked in yet? Oh, you must! It’s incredibly addictive, albeit quite angst-ridden. It was what I was obsessed with before tenipuri, which came to me just when I needed something cheerful. And, hey, it’ll be something to do while we wait for AO to feed our wild cravings with the next batch of tenipuri subs.
{blinks} oh. yeah. caught an episode of that during the last visit, but, really, I was too busy laughing my rear end off at the live action sailor moon. ^.^ And then, this visit, I got sucked in by Prince of Tennis, so, I figure… in a couple more months… maybe…
I’m pretty sure I like this dark Fuji as much as the ‘innocent’ one. ^^ And this is definitely a great fic that I enjoyed. Great work na!
Thank you! He’s definitely a complex character. Fun to write; slippery, but fun.
*runs around crying*
Mizuki and Fuji scary!!!
*nods vigorously* Really scary. Fuji will be less scary in the third story I think, though. After he’s come down from… this. *shivers*
There’s a third part!? *trembles in anticipation* I’m going off to draw you fanart now…*toddles off*
hhm…gonna position Mizuki like this…and ooh, and then Shuu-chan will be…here. And THEN…
I have always suspected Fuji to be a mix of innocence and steely calculation, geniuses also tend to have a dark side. I liked the fic, an alpha male kinda fight, which one submitted first. Mizuki…I tell you, he is the evil…and I like it XD
Alma
*nodnod* My take on Fuji is that he’s a bit unstable. Nothing like, say, Akutsu or Kirihara, but inclined to kind of slip over the edge every now and then. And Mizuki knew the buttons to punch.
Why have I not read this before? I think the darksmut warning scared me; physical violence unsettles me.
Mental violence, on the other hand, makes me glee. I love your Fuji; he’s in-character both when he’s snuggling Tachibana and being sadistic to Mizuki. How can this work?
….Damn. Fuji. XD
Ah, it works because it’s Fuji. ^____^
Yeah, I really don’t think I could write physical violence, so no worries there. This was hard enough.
Just wanted to say that I am currently reading your Tachibana/Fuji arc and love the way they interact with each other. It’s nice seeing that Fuji can be potrayed as someone who isn’t that perfect and he can lose a little bit of control when it comes to Mizuki.
Mizuki..Mizuki’s just gaah. Love him and Yuuta is just so understanding and precious. Can’t blame him for being possessive though. ^^
*sighs* I will be awaiting for more from you!
Glad you’re enjoying it!
*nodnod* Fuji is human, for all he seems to like pretending otherwise every now and then. And he and Mizuki and Yuuta are so… wound into each other; I knew I wouldn’t escape writing about them for long. ^_^
Really nice Mizuki-Yuuta interaction to end…that. Yeah…wow. I apologize for the incoherence but I’m still blinking and muttering “OMGWTF”.
A great take on Fuji’s character. And Mizuki’s too, for that matter. It’s just…wow.
I fear the Fuji more and more XD
Coolness, thank you!
*serious nod* Every reasonable person fears the Fuji. *grins* ‘Course, no one ever said Mizuki was reasonable…
Now actually, something inside me winced away before reading it, because Fuji x Mizuki + sex = scary~~ XD. But then I was intrigued by your writing, and I really loved your explanations for Mizuki’s aims and *gushes on*. I so love your Mizuki into bits and pieces *loves Hajime-chan anyways*, and it was the end once again that turned me into a completely and utterly incoherent fangirl, like kyaaah and squee and omgLOVE! *dissolves in yummi babbling* *loves Yuuta just as much*
I’d like to read more of your Mizuki-Yuuta things ^___^. Moremoremore? *makes grabby motions*
*nods vigorously* Very scary. But I had to get Mizuki past the edge of his obsession before everyone could move on. And, however much Fuji freaked me out on this one, it gave Yuuta a chance to be too sweet for words. *pets Yuuta*
There will certainly be more. These two have a part in Confluence (two fics up the page), and I think their aftermath from that story is in line right after the ShishiTori backstory. *squints* Kind of hard to tell, sometimes, for the bunnies jostling each other… Oh, yeah, and you might like the end of Clove Apple; the focus is FujiTachi, but Mizuki gets his two cents in. *evil grin*
Jesus, what a mindfuck!
I love the way you write Mizuki and Yuuta. Way too many people think that teenagers only do fluffy loff, and aren’t as capable of playing at mindgames. Your Yuuta is deliciously strong. As for Mizuki, wow, what a gamble that boy takes, nothing but applause for his braveness from here.
The only thing that leaves me wondering is why Syuusuke would do that. To win some sort of game over Mizuki? Hardly, as he’s smart enough to figure out that he just gave Mizuki what he wanted, even if he did take him down a notch on the way. The mind boggles as to why Fuji would do this while he is with Kippei, he doesn’t strike me as the cheating type. Then again, maybe that’s not what their relationship is like, or perhaps I just have to keep on reading to find out, which I will do now.
Absolutely mindblowing fic you’re writing. Thanks for sharing.
*extremely pleased smile* Thank you!
*nods* I remember some of the stuff we did to each other’s heads at that age, and these guys are sharper on the draw than anyone I remember dealing with!
I did do my best to explain Fuji’s motives in the next story. If it still doesn’t make sense after that, tell me? I’m working on mass revisions right now, and I know what I tried to do with him is pretty complex.
At any rate, thanks again!
*dies* ow. my brain hurts. You’ve just kinda…rewired it for me. Yeah.
……..iwillnotsayitiwillnotsayitiwillnotsayit…..
gah. I love your Mizuki. *brain is broken* omfg, I hate j00! lol.
I have no idea how you do it. I hate Mizuki/Yuuta….but oh my GOD I love the way you write it. I feel rather odd now. Am highly curious about Syuusuke’s motivations, so I shall have to go find the next chapter. (and if Kippei is not in it I will be highly annoyed with you! want more!) But. holy shit. I absolutely love your Mizuki, and him and Yuuta are squeee! In fact Yuuta is very squee all on his own. But they just….gah…fit so….perfectly…together. My god. Brain hurts. *shakes head and wanders off muttering*
*punches air triumphantly* Yes!
*coughs* That is, I hope your brain isn’t too badly off kilter. ^_^
Mizuki is one of those characters that can go several ways. One is parody, and that’s where the anime has taken him lately; he’s comic relief. I, however, like to take his manga/initial anime character and try to figure out what could make him act like that. And my suppositions dovetailed so nicely with my reading of Yuuta that I just had to write them together.
Glad you liked/hated it so much! *grins*
I should have probably read this before the one with Tachibana… but I so enjoyed it nevertheless… the beauty of, again, veiled understanding.
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Thank you! Mizuki’s constant Thing with Fuji really fascinated me.