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[Team One] In which...
I AM LATE but here, have an AU. It's based on a Finnish children's book from the '60s called Onneli ja Anneli. Don't worry, this will make sense even if you haven't read the book (which I recommend by the way), but if you're interested, here's the trailer to the movie based on the book, made last year. I haven't watched it so idk how good it actually is and the trailer is ofc in Finnish with no subs but anyways. Here's the fic I wrote.
In which Junta is rich, Akito makes a friend, Kotaki is bored and balls aren't welcome
Cast (in order of appearance):
Carpenter: Hamada Takahiro
Rich and mysterious person: Nakama Junta
Boy: Kotaki Nozomu
Police officer 1: Kiriyama Akito
Police officer 2: Kamiyama Tomohiro
Scary neighbor: Hamanaka Bunichi
It was a nice day, a really nice one, actually – the sun was shining and all that. Hamada Takahiro, a carpenter and the owner of a very rusty Cadillac, would have appreciated it a lot more if it hadn’t also been the 100th day without any work at all.
There was literally nothing – no houses to build, no fences to fix, no work of any kind for a carpenter in sight. Hamada was working through his third cup of coffee and second crosswords of the morning, when there suddenly was something, albeit only a knock on the door.
Without further warning the door opened and Hamada heard the most beautiful words he had ever come across of,
“Sorry to intrude. I need someone to build me a house, and I need it as fast as possible.”
*****
“So this is it,” Hamada said, looking around. It didn’t look too bad, there was enough space for a nice, big house, but he there were quite few trees growing on the piece of land, and those trees would make both planning and building a bit tricky.
In any other circumstances he would have just told the customer that he’d have to get rid of some of the trees and that would’ve been it, but this customer was a bit… eccentric. Hamada had picked a habit of avoiding saying too much, actually he hadn’t been saying much at all. The customer clearly knew what he wanted, and he had thrown enough money at Hamada to make it quite clear that he would be getting everything done exactly in his way.
“Uh… the trees…?” Hamada tried, because no money in the whole world would stop him from at least trying to do his job properly.
“No,” said Nakama Junta, and his word was law as he was the one with a car that’s trunk was filled with money.
Hamada shrugged and pointed out,
“At least it will be pretty in the spring. There seems to be quite few cherry trees here.”
****
It was only a couple of days before the classes would start again, and Kotaki Nozomu was ready to do everything to turn those days into years, or maybe even decades. He wasn’t interested, he was way too tired, he simply didn’t want to go to school.
His thoughts got disrupted by an envelope that he noticed when he was about to step on it. He stopped and lifted it up, surprised at how thick and heavy it was. He opened it, not necessarily because he was curious but mostly because he didn’t have anything better to do, and then dropped it immediately.
On the second time he lifted it up in a lot more careful manner. He had never seen that much money at the same time, let alone held it with his own hands.
The most curious thing about the envelope was the sentence that was written on it – “For an honest person”. Kotaki, as he was only 17 and very, very bored, might have just decided he was honest enough kept the money if he hadn’t happened to find it right in front of a police box. It just didn’t feel right to pick up an enormous amount of money and walk away while the police was quite literally watching his every movement.
When he walked into the police box he came very fast to the conclusion that no police officer had been paying any mind to him or the money. In fact for a moment he considered just turning around and walking out.
“Hello?” he called out tentatively.
“Shhh,” said the police officer. “Little fellow is finally eating, you wouldn’t want to scare this little ball of fluff away, would you?”
“I’m sorry, but is that a real squirrel?”
“Of course it’s a real squirrel,” the police officer scoffed, lifting his gaze from the furry creature to Kotaki. “I found it today and brought it here, since it seemed like it needed help and guidance.”
“That’s… very nice of you,” Kotaki said, trying to find a good way to bring the tens of thousands of yen he had in his hand into the conversation.
“I found this envelope and it’s full of money, what should I do?”
It took him some time to first convince officer Kiriyama that there actually were real bills in the envelope and then that he hadn’t robbed a bank or a grocery store. Finally Kiriyama crossed his arms, frowned at the money, and said,
“Well, it does say “for an honest person”, and you do seem quite honest to me, so-“
“Wait a minute,” Kotaki stopped him. “You can’t seriously think I should just… take the money?”
“Why not?”
“That makes no sense! It’s someone’s money!”
“Not anymore, it seems.”
When Kotaki didn’t seem to be giving in anytime soon Kiriyama sighed and declared,
“We clearly need another opinion. Kamiyama-kun, come in for a moment!”
With the last words a small backdoor opened and another, very short police officer walked in with a polite smile plastered on his face.
“How can I help you?” he asked.
“We need your opinion – you have feathers all over your uniform again, by the way.”
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry!” Kamiyama blushed and plucked off the few feathers clinging to his jacket.
“He has been hanging out with Shigeoka again,” Kiriyama offered as an explanation to Kotaki.
“Is he a farmer?”
“No, he’s a thief. Guy only steals chickens. God knows where he manages to even find them in this suburb! Anyways,” Kiriyama continued, turning back to Kamiyama, “this young fellow here has found some money and he refuses to keep it.”
“Whose money is it, then?”
“We don’t know but it says “for an honest person” on the envelope, see? I don’t think there’s any other possibility, he must keep it,” Kiriyama explained in such a high speed that Kotaki didn’t have time to even think of contributing to the conversation in any way.
“I think so too! He’s clearly an honest person so why not,” Kamiyama said, and so Kotaki found himself holding the envelope again. Kamiyama guided him firmly out of the police box while Kiriyama concentrated on his furry companion again.
****
Hamada had worked hard and as fast as possible, and Nakama Junta had been satisfied with the process he was making. He also seemed very happy with the finished house, caressing the finest wood carvings with his fingers when Hamada waited a bit further away.
“It’s perfect,” Nakama declared, and Hamada let out a sigh. There had been a lot of demands and Nakama had had very clear opinions on most things, so it was nice to hear that the finished product was satisfactory.
“And now…” Nakama muttered, flashing Hamada a smile,
“Now we must wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“For the buyer, of course.”
Seeing Hamada’s confused face Nakama laughed shortly and then asked,
“What, did you really think I would be living in this house? This is a perfect house for a high school kid, not an old man like me!”
*****
Kotaki didn’t get too far with the money. He had been walking for a couple of minutes, trying to clear his head and decide what to do with the money, when he saw a sign.
‘In Sale’
He stared it for a moment and then looked at the house behind the fence. It was western style house with big windows and a yard full of old trees, the walls of the house painted pale pink, except for the white porch.
“Wanna buy a house?”
Startled by the mystery voice Kotaki looked around, spotting a man leaning to the fence a bit left from where Kotaki himself was standing.
“No, I- no, no thank you,” he muttered, remembering mid-sentence that “no, I don’t have any money” wasn’t exactly truthful in his case anymore.
“Come on, I’ll give you a good deal. You’ll see that it’s a perfect house for you. Besides, you’ve got money to spare, right?” The man pointed at the envelope, smiling at the confused look on Kotaki’s face.
“You should at least come look at it.”
Before Kotaki could say anything, another man appeared from the garden and walked to where they were standing.
“I patched up the fence, but really, that guy didn’t have any rights to demand anything from us. It’s not like I built the fence in the first place!”
“Oh hello Hamada, we have a potential buyer here,” the first man disrupted the rant. Kotaki was just opening his mouth to correct the man (he so wasn’t going to buy a house, no matter how perfect it was!) when the second man, Hamada, jumped over the fence, grabbed his arm and started dragging him towards the house.
“That’s so great, I’ve been waiting for someone to be interested it so I could show all the cool things I came up with!”
*****
On the evening after signing the contract Kotaki wandered out of the house with a bottle of lemon soda and a couple of apples that had been waiting for him in the kitchen. He walked across the porch, towards the hammock that was tied to two blooming cherry trees.
It was still warm, the neighborhood was quiet and he could see bats flying among the trees that grew around the house. Even though everything was seemingly peaceful and there wasn’t supposed to be other people around Kotaki couldn’t shake the feeling he was being watched.
Just when he made it to the hammock he saw something at the corner of his eye, and when he turned around to look at it closer he realized he had pinpointed the reason for the uncomfortable feeling.
“Would uncle happen to want an apple?”
The face under the blond hair remained expressionless, and Kotaki came to a conclusion the man had no interested in any fruits. Completely ignoring Kotaki’s offer, the blond stalker asked,
“Do you play football?”
“Yes, in fact I do,” Kotaki answered, raising his eyebrows at the harsh tone of the question.
“Great, exactly what I needed. Just know you will be held responsible if any of your balls end up on my yard!” and with that the head disappeared to the other side of the fence.
Kotaki made sure to invite Ryusei over for a friendly game of football on the next day and shoot a dozen balls straight into grumpy neighbor’s windows.
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elindar!
In which Junta is rich, Akito makes a friend, Kotaki is bored and balls aren't welcome
Cast (in order of appearance):
Carpenter: Hamada Takahiro
Rich and mysterious person: Nakama Junta
Boy: Kotaki Nozomu
Police officer 1: Kiriyama Akito
Police officer 2: Kamiyama Tomohiro
Scary neighbor: Hamanaka Bunichi
It was a nice day, a really nice one, actually – the sun was shining and all that. Hamada Takahiro, a carpenter and the owner of a very rusty Cadillac, would have appreciated it a lot more if it hadn’t also been the 100th day without any work at all.
There was literally nothing – no houses to build, no fences to fix, no work of any kind for a carpenter in sight. Hamada was working through his third cup of coffee and second crosswords of the morning, when there suddenly was something, albeit only a knock on the door.
Without further warning the door opened and Hamada heard the most beautiful words he had ever come across of,
“Sorry to intrude. I need someone to build me a house, and I need it as fast as possible.”
*****
“So this is it,” Hamada said, looking around. It didn’t look too bad, there was enough space for a nice, big house, but he there were quite few trees growing on the piece of land, and those trees would make both planning and building a bit tricky.
In any other circumstances he would have just told the customer that he’d have to get rid of some of the trees and that would’ve been it, but this customer was a bit… eccentric. Hamada had picked a habit of avoiding saying too much, actually he hadn’t been saying much at all. The customer clearly knew what he wanted, and he had thrown enough money at Hamada to make it quite clear that he would be getting everything done exactly in his way.
“Uh… the trees…?” Hamada tried, because no money in the whole world would stop him from at least trying to do his job properly.
“No,” said Nakama Junta, and his word was law as he was the one with a car that’s trunk was filled with money.
Hamada shrugged and pointed out,
“At least it will be pretty in the spring. There seems to be quite few cherry trees here.”
****
It was only a couple of days before the classes would start again, and Kotaki Nozomu was ready to do everything to turn those days into years, or maybe even decades. He wasn’t interested, he was way too tired, he simply didn’t want to go to school.
His thoughts got disrupted by an envelope that he noticed when he was about to step on it. He stopped and lifted it up, surprised at how thick and heavy it was. He opened it, not necessarily because he was curious but mostly because he didn’t have anything better to do, and then dropped it immediately.
On the second time he lifted it up in a lot more careful manner. He had never seen that much money at the same time, let alone held it with his own hands.
The most curious thing about the envelope was the sentence that was written on it – “For an honest person”. Kotaki, as he was only 17 and very, very bored, might have just decided he was honest enough kept the money if he hadn’t happened to find it right in front of a police box. It just didn’t feel right to pick up an enormous amount of money and walk away while the police was quite literally watching his every movement.
When he walked into the police box he came very fast to the conclusion that no police officer had been paying any mind to him or the money. In fact for a moment he considered just turning around and walking out.
“Hello?” he called out tentatively.
“Shhh,” said the police officer. “Little fellow is finally eating, you wouldn’t want to scare this little ball of fluff away, would you?”
“I’m sorry, but is that a real squirrel?”
“Of course it’s a real squirrel,” the police officer scoffed, lifting his gaze from the furry creature to Kotaki. “I found it today and brought it here, since it seemed like it needed help and guidance.”
“That’s… very nice of you,” Kotaki said, trying to find a good way to bring the tens of thousands of yen he had in his hand into the conversation.
“I found this envelope and it’s full of money, what should I do?”
It took him some time to first convince officer Kiriyama that there actually were real bills in the envelope and then that he hadn’t robbed a bank or a grocery store. Finally Kiriyama crossed his arms, frowned at the money, and said,
“Well, it does say “for an honest person”, and you do seem quite honest to me, so-“
“Wait a minute,” Kotaki stopped him. “You can’t seriously think I should just… take the money?”
“Why not?”
“That makes no sense! It’s someone’s money!”
“Not anymore, it seems.”
When Kotaki didn’t seem to be giving in anytime soon Kiriyama sighed and declared,
“We clearly need another opinion. Kamiyama-kun, come in for a moment!”
With the last words a small backdoor opened and another, very short police officer walked in with a polite smile plastered on his face.
“How can I help you?” he asked.
“We need your opinion – you have feathers all over your uniform again, by the way.”
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry!” Kamiyama blushed and plucked off the few feathers clinging to his jacket.
“He has been hanging out with Shigeoka again,” Kiriyama offered as an explanation to Kotaki.
“Is he a farmer?”
“No, he’s a thief. Guy only steals chickens. God knows where he manages to even find them in this suburb! Anyways,” Kiriyama continued, turning back to Kamiyama, “this young fellow here has found some money and he refuses to keep it.”
“Whose money is it, then?”
“We don’t know but it says “for an honest person” on the envelope, see? I don’t think there’s any other possibility, he must keep it,” Kiriyama explained in such a high speed that Kotaki didn’t have time to even think of contributing to the conversation in any way.
“I think so too! He’s clearly an honest person so why not,” Kamiyama said, and so Kotaki found himself holding the envelope again. Kamiyama guided him firmly out of the police box while Kiriyama concentrated on his furry companion again.
****
Hamada had worked hard and as fast as possible, and Nakama Junta had been satisfied with the process he was making. He also seemed very happy with the finished house, caressing the finest wood carvings with his fingers when Hamada waited a bit further away.
“It’s perfect,” Nakama declared, and Hamada let out a sigh. There had been a lot of demands and Nakama had had very clear opinions on most things, so it was nice to hear that the finished product was satisfactory.
“And now…” Nakama muttered, flashing Hamada a smile,
“Now we must wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“For the buyer, of course.”
Seeing Hamada’s confused face Nakama laughed shortly and then asked,
“What, did you really think I would be living in this house? This is a perfect house for a high school kid, not an old man like me!”
*****
Kotaki didn’t get too far with the money. He had been walking for a couple of minutes, trying to clear his head and decide what to do with the money, when he saw a sign.
‘In Sale’
He stared it for a moment and then looked at the house behind the fence. It was western style house with big windows and a yard full of old trees, the walls of the house painted pale pink, except for the white porch.
“Wanna buy a house?”
Startled by the mystery voice Kotaki looked around, spotting a man leaning to the fence a bit left from where Kotaki himself was standing.
“No, I- no, no thank you,” he muttered, remembering mid-sentence that “no, I don’t have any money” wasn’t exactly truthful in his case anymore.
“Come on, I’ll give you a good deal. You’ll see that it’s a perfect house for you. Besides, you’ve got money to spare, right?” The man pointed at the envelope, smiling at the confused look on Kotaki’s face.
“You should at least come look at it.”
Before Kotaki could say anything, another man appeared from the garden and walked to where they were standing.
“I patched up the fence, but really, that guy didn’t have any rights to demand anything from us. It’s not like I built the fence in the first place!”
“Oh hello Hamada, we have a potential buyer here,” the first man disrupted the rant. Kotaki was just opening his mouth to correct the man (he so wasn’t going to buy a house, no matter how perfect it was!) when the second man, Hamada, jumped over the fence, grabbed his arm and started dragging him towards the house.
“That’s so great, I’ve been waiting for someone to be interested it so I could show all the cool things I came up with!”
*****
On the evening after signing the contract Kotaki wandered out of the house with a bottle of lemon soda and a couple of apples that had been waiting for him in the kitchen. He walked across the porch, towards the hammock that was tied to two blooming cherry trees.
It was still warm, the neighborhood was quiet and he could see bats flying among the trees that grew around the house. Even though everything was seemingly peaceful and there wasn’t supposed to be other people around Kotaki couldn’t shake the feeling he was being watched.
Just when he made it to the hammock he saw something at the corner of his eye, and when he turned around to look at it closer he realized he had pinpointed the reason for the uncomfortable feeling.
“Would uncle happen to want an apple?”
The face under the blond hair remained expressionless, and Kotaki came to a conclusion the man had no interested in any fruits. Completely ignoring Kotaki’s offer, the blond stalker asked,
“Do you play football?”
“Yes, in fact I do,” Kotaki answered, raising his eyebrows at the harsh tone of the question.
“Great, exactly what I needed. Just know you will be held responsible if any of your balls end up on my yard!” and with that the head disappeared to the other side of the fence.
Kotaki made sure to invite Ryusei over for a friendly game of football on the next day and shoot a dozen balls straight into grumpy neighbor’s windows.
It's finally your turn,
elindar!