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writetomyheart2014-04-09 01:30 am
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[team one] and probably wild dogs too
Due to unforeseen events getting in the way I'm technically late, so thank you Kira for being lenient with me T_T Also I started using their first names and then I couldn't stop but while it feels totally fine to call Ryota and Shota Ryota and Shota, calling Eda Tsuyoshi is like ??? Also-also this has no purpose.
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"Would it kill you to help?" snaps Shota, teeth gritted as he strains against the pull of the ocean, trying to drag the remains of the rowboat ashore.
"I'm coming," is Ryota's irritable reply, dropping his armful of firewood with a clatter as he hurries down the beach. "You could have called for help."
"I did," says Shota, the emphasis in his voice matched by a stronger than usual pull on the battered boat. "You just didn't… hear me."
"Hey, guys." Tsuyoshi cuts off the beginnings of their argument as he hurries over to help them. "I think we're not alone here."
Shota stops, waves sloshing around his wet ankles as the tide washes around them. "You mean like, dangerous animals? Or people?"
Tsuyoshi shakes his head. "Unless monkeys have got much better at shelter-making skills since I last heard, I think it's human."
The half-broken rowboat eventually cooperates for long enough that they can drag it up beyond the high water mark, and the three young men set about turning it into part of their shelter. It's not much, but it's the best they can manage, considering their predicament. Help is at least a few days away, assuming a search party is sent out the moment their ships fails to reach port. They're lucky to be alive, they know, but the land on which they have been washed ashore is entirely unknown, and staying alive may prove a significant further challenge.
"At least we can start a fire, right?" Ryota says, shuddering involuntarily as the evening air cools his skin. "Shota?"
Shota nods, crouching down and getting to work as quickly as possible. Light is fading fast, and they need to have some measure of protection as well as warmth.
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Ryota does not sleep well at all that night. He doubts any of them do, but when he wakes for the third time there is no movement from his two companions, whose chests rise and fall as shadows from the dying firelight flicker across their faces.
Ryota sits up. It's still dark, although the first greyish hints of dawn are starting to bleed across the horizon. Another log on the fire wouldn't go amiss, if only to be certain it doesn't go out. As he slowly gets to his feet, a tiny movement makes him freeze.
There's a man sitting by their fire. His hair is long and dark, mostly pushed back from his face, but a few stray wisps hang over his eyes. A sharp gaze cuts into Ryota as soon as they catch sight of each other and the other man is already on the defensive, wary, muscles tensed to move back into the jungle at a moment's notice.
"Wait," says Ryota, not even stopping to consider whether or not they will understand each other. "Don't go. It's okay."
The man regards Ryota with distrust, and as he suddenly appears to move without actually moving it is with a jolt that Ryota sees there is a snake twisting its way around the man's bare upper arm. Tongue flicking out, it tastes the air as it moves up towards the man's neck and Ryota realises he is staring, they are both staring, and the sky is getting lighter and lighter around them by the second.
"I'm Ryota," he says, pointing to himself. "Ryota."
The man simply regards him neutrally, giving him the tiniest of nods as though to say okay. Nothing more. The snake looks bronze in the firelight but Ryota realises that his eyes are lying, that she's really grey, no, silver, with eyes large and dark like those of the man whose name Ryota still does not know. Can he even speak? What is he doing there?
Ryota tries again. "…Who are you?"
"Tomoyuki." His voice is husky, quiet, like he hasn't spoken for a long time. "Why are you here?"
Ryota gestures to the shell of the broken rowboat, to their makeshift campsite. "Accident," he says. "Shipwreck. It wasn't our choice."
Tomoyuki shakes his head. "No," he says. "Mine neither." He is becoming less tense, Ryota sees, as he leans in toward the fire a little more. Tomoyuki reaches up to run a hand across his face. "I didn't mean for you to see me," he says, teeth flashing in an awkward half smile that is equally a grimace. "I saw you arrive, heard you speaking, and…"
There's a loneliness Ryota sees there on his face, and he wonders how long Tomoyuki has been out here, wonders if he even knows.
"We don't really have any food," Ryota says, deciding to trust with no justification beyond instinct, "but… Will you stay with us for a while?"
Tomoyuki nods. "Sure," he says, and the snake flicks her tongue against his cheek as she noses her way closer toward him. "I'd love to."
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"Would it kill you to help?" snaps Shota, teeth gritted as he strains against the pull of the ocean, trying to drag the remains of the rowboat ashore.
"I'm coming," is Ryota's irritable reply, dropping his armful of firewood with a clatter as he hurries down the beach. "You could have called for help."
"I did," says Shota, the emphasis in his voice matched by a stronger than usual pull on the battered boat. "You just didn't… hear me."
"Hey, guys." Tsuyoshi cuts off the beginnings of their argument as he hurries over to help them. "I think we're not alone here."
Shota stops, waves sloshing around his wet ankles as the tide washes around them. "You mean like, dangerous animals? Or people?"
Tsuyoshi shakes his head. "Unless monkeys have got much better at shelter-making skills since I last heard, I think it's human."
The half-broken rowboat eventually cooperates for long enough that they can drag it up beyond the high water mark, and the three young men set about turning it into part of their shelter. It's not much, but it's the best they can manage, considering their predicament. Help is at least a few days away, assuming a search party is sent out the moment their ships fails to reach port. They're lucky to be alive, they know, but the land on which they have been washed ashore is entirely unknown, and staying alive may prove a significant further challenge.
"At least we can start a fire, right?" Ryota says, shuddering involuntarily as the evening air cools his skin. "Shota?"
Shota nods, crouching down and getting to work as quickly as possible. Light is fading fast, and they need to have some measure of protection as well as warmth.
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Ryota does not sleep well at all that night. He doubts any of them do, but when he wakes for the third time there is no movement from his two companions, whose chests rise and fall as shadows from the dying firelight flicker across their faces.
Ryota sits up. It's still dark, although the first greyish hints of dawn are starting to bleed across the horizon. Another log on the fire wouldn't go amiss, if only to be certain it doesn't go out. As he slowly gets to his feet, a tiny movement makes him freeze.
There's a man sitting by their fire. His hair is long and dark, mostly pushed back from his face, but a few stray wisps hang over his eyes. A sharp gaze cuts into Ryota as soon as they catch sight of each other and the other man is already on the defensive, wary, muscles tensed to move back into the jungle at a moment's notice.
"Wait," says Ryota, not even stopping to consider whether or not they will understand each other. "Don't go. It's okay."
The man regards Ryota with distrust, and as he suddenly appears to move without actually moving it is with a jolt that Ryota sees there is a snake twisting its way around the man's bare upper arm. Tongue flicking out, it tastes the air as it moves up towards the man's neck and Ryota realises he is staring, they are both staring, and the sky is getting lighter and lighter around them by the second.
"I'm Ryota," he says, pointing to himself. "Ryota."
The man simply regards him neutrally, giving him the tiniest of nods as though to say okay. Nothing more. The snake looks bronze in the firelight but Ryota realises that his eyes are lying, that she's really grey, no, silver, with eyes large and dark like those of the man whose name Ryota still does not know. Can he even speak? What is he doing there?
Ryota tries again. "…Who are you?"
"Tomoyuki." His voice is husky, quiet, like he hasn't spoken for a long time. "Why are you here?"
Ryota gestures to the shell of the broken rowboat, to their makeshift campsite. "Accident," he says. "Shipwreck. It wasn't our choice."
Tomoyuki shakes his head. "No," he says. "Mine neither." He is becoming less tense, Ryota sees, as he leans in toward the fire a little more. Tomoyuki reaches up to run a hand across his face. "I didn't mean for you to see me," he says, teeth flashing in an awkward half smile that is equally a grimace. "I saw you arrive, heard you speaking, and…"
There's a loneliness Ryota sees there on his face, and he wonders how long Tomoyuki has been out here, wonders if he even knows.
"We don't really have any food," Ryota says, deciding to trust with no justification beyond instinct, "but… Will you stay with us for a while?"
Tomoyuki nods. "Sure," he says, and the snake flicks her tongue against his cheek as she noses her way closer toward him. "I'd love to."
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kira_shadow you're up ♥
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I think I've sufficiently shown you how much I love this??? xD
Nah. Not done
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I can't call Eda anything but Eda XD
(the whole time I was thinking "you DID fuck next to Tsuka! I owe that jackass 1000 yen!!")
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BUT AHHHH THE BOYS ;o; all survival skills after being shipwrecked (and in no universe can Yara resist Yamaryo, d'awwwwwwwwwwwwwww ;o;)
I hope they get rescued and take Yara with them? 8X OR ARE THERE OTHER PLANS FOR THEM
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ahem ._.
also aw shipwreck o:
and "please stay with us?"
and loneliness and asdaklsdjalsdjalsd
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