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writetomyheart2012-09-27 03:14 am
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[Team Two] Untitled Drabble
I wanted to end this with "Fujigaya comes" but it felt somewhat inappropriate. So.
And all my drabbles will be "Untitled Drabbles" because I'm that lazy
The floor doesn't make for the most conducive surface for falling asleep, as Kitayama discovers after a sleepless hour of tossing and turning, unable to find a sufficiently comfortable position. He rolls over onto his back, and feels the cold, hard stone floor send another wave of dull pain through his back. Sighing, Kitayama gives up on ever managing to rest and sits up, grimacing inwardly.
"Can't sleep?" Yokoo asks, from across their prison cell. Yokoo is sitting curled up in the corner, knees pulled up to his chin. Even in the semi-darkness Kitayama can see how exhausted and pale Yokoo is; Kitayama himself probably looks no better.
Kitayama shakes his head, no. "There has to be a fucking clause in the Geneva Convention specifying that prisoners of war should be given proper beds to sleep on," he says sourly.
Yokoo actually laughs. "They don't play by the rules, Commander. That's why they're the bad guys."
Kitayama snorts. He crawls over to the nearest wall, sliding down to rest his aching back against the dirty stone. The movement sends a flash of pain shooting through his body, making his vision go white, but he grits his teeth and wills himself to remain unaffected. He's probably just broken a bone or two somewhere. No use worrying Yokoo over something trivial like that.
"You should sleep, Yokoo-san," Kitayama says. "I'll keep watch instead."
Yokoo raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. "You're injured, you need the rest," he points out, and Kitayama spares a brief moment to wonder how Yokoo had known.
Yokoo sighs, as though dealing with a particularly stubborn child. He gets up and walks over to Kitayama, sitting down cross-legged next to him. "Here."
Kitayama doesn't protest as Yokoo very carefully maneuvers him until Kitayama finds himself lying down once again, entire upper body pillowed in Yokoo's lap. It's not marginally as good as a proper bed, but it's a vast improvement over the unforgiving dirty floor. It helps ease the pain, somehow, and Kitayama gratefully takes in several deep breaths, allowing his body to relax.
"This is highly inappropriate," Kitayama observes after a while.
"Just go to sleep," Yokoo says, rolling his eyes. "I'll wake you when Fujigaya comes."
"Yessir, Lieutenant," Kitayama attempts a mock salute, but it hurts too much to raise his arm. Yokoo finds Kitayama's uninjured left hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze, and their fingers intertwined together, Kitayama finally drifts off into fitful sleep.
The floor doesn't make for the most conducive surface for falling asleep, as Kitayama discovers after a sleepless hour of tossing and turning, unable to find a sufficiently comfortable position. He rolls over onto his back, and feels the cold, hard stone floor send another wave of dull pain through his back. Sighing, Kitayama gives up on ever managing to rest and sits up, grimacing inwardly.
"Can't sleep?" Yokoo asks, from across their prison cell. Yokoo is sitting curled up in the corner, knees pulled up to his chin. Even in the semi-darkness Kitayama can see how exhausted and pale Yokoo is; Kitayama himself probably looks no better.
Kitayama shakes his head, no. "There has to be a fucking clause in the Geneva Convention specifying that prisoners of war should be given proper beds to sleep on," he says sourly.
Yokoo actually laughs. "They don't play by the rules, Commander. That's why they're the bad guys."
Kitayama snorts. He crawls over to the nearest wall, sliding down to rest his aching back against the dirty stone. The movement sends a flash of pain shooting through his body, making his vision go white, but he grits his teeth and wills himself to remain unaffected. He's probably just broken a bone or two somewhere. No use worrying Yokoo over something trivial like that.
"You should sleep, Yokoo-san," Kitayama says. "I'll keep watch instead."
Yokoo raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. "You're injured, you need the rest," he points out, and Kitayama spares a brief moment to wonder how Yokoo had known.
Yokoo sighs, as though dealing with a particularly stubborn child. He gets up and walks over to Kitayama, sitting down cross-legged next to him. "Here."
Kitayama doesn't protest as Yokoo very carefully maneuvers him until Kitayama finds himself lying down once again, entire upper body pillowed in Yokoo's lap. It's not marginally as good as a proper bed, but it's a vast improvement over the unforgiving dirty floor. It helps ease the pain, somehow, and Kitayama gratefully takes in several deep breaths, allowing his body to relax.
"This is highly inappropriate," Kitayama observes after a while.
"Just go to sleep," Yokoo says, rolling his eyes. "I'll wake you when Fujigaya comes."
"Yessir, Lieutenant," Kitayama attempts a mock salute, but it hurts too much to raise his arm. Yokoo finds Kitayama's uninjured left hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze, and their fingers intertwined together, Kitayama finally drifts off into fitful sleep.
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awww, boys ;___; stop being in AUs where you are all sad and fucked up ;__________;
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interesting universe!
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And you should totally have ended it with Fujigaya comes u__u!
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"This is highly inappropriate," Kitayama observes after a while.
Naptime is never inappropriate.