everyone do iiiiit

2009-12-10T04:10:27Z

☀ ANOTHER QUESTION MEME ☀

themodestotter @ 2009-11-16T22:35:00

2009-11-17T04:35:20Z

hey guise, it's fourth wall day at Discedo!

So go pester Kazuki or Yousuke! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!

/copies parron forever

2009-11-06T03:23:58Z

The How's My Driving? Meme

I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT...

Oofuri // Failed Relaxation

2008-02-06T09:17:23Z

Summary: Abe and Mihashi walk home together.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1174
Authors Notes: It's the first thing I've written in months, and I'm not particularly confident in it, so please be gentle. :'D I feel very accomplished though. Also, first dip into Oofuri, eeek! (> w<)9

Their route home was practically the same, so it wasn’t uncommon for Abe and Mihashi to walk together after the day was over. And Christ had it been a long day. Waking up at four in the morning to practice was bad enough, but continuing that practice after school and until nine had to be nothing short of criminal. Even being a catcher, and Abe admits that they don’t run around as much as the other players, he was entirely spent. Getting up the next morning at the same time and starting the whole brutal process all over again was a horrible thought.

He leaned heavily against his bicycle and sighed. He was too tried to pedal, let alone steer, so riding home at this point wasn’t possible. Letting out a long, exaggerated sigh, he corrected his posture to look forward again. Mihashi was a few feet ahead, shoulders squared and walking like a robot. Abe couldn’t help but wince, that can’t be comfortable.

Usually, Tajima was with them all the way up until Abe had to break off of the group to go down his own street. Abe had found out quickly that that guy had some sort of special magic with Mihashi, all he had to do was say a certain word or smile the right smile, and all of a sudden, everything was puppies and sunshine. Mihashi would stop stuttering, his walk would correct itself, and sometimes he’d even reciprocate the grin. He didn’t really get it, and he wouldn’t even try, because Tajima’s and his own personalities were so ridiculously far apart it would be impossible to imitate.

Today, however, he wasn’t walking with them. Word was he was on the brink of a failing grade in English, and Hanai absolutely wouldn’t have that. It would get to Shigapo, and then the next practice wouldn’t really be practice, but a lecture. And while those were fine occasionally, no first-year high schooler could stand that for more than a half-hour without either falling asleep or getting agitated. So their captain had dragged Tajima to his house to study, regardless of abundant protests.

Mihashi had turned into something akin to a zombie after the two had left, the lights were on, but no one was home. The concept of being alone with Abe somewhere other than the grounds was apparently frightening enough to warrant complete brain failure. And while Abe occasionally doubted the pitcher’s sensibilities, this was just plain sad.

“Oi,” he called ahead, and Mihashi stopped so abruptly that if they were any closer and Abe was going any faster, there would have been a collision.

Shaking like a human maraca, Mihashi turned around slowly and in jerky intervals to face him, obviously terrified. A deer caught in the headlights. “A-a-abe-kun…”

Okay, apparently that was too rough. Alright, Takaya, lighten up, lighten up… “If you don’t relax, you’re going to ruin your back and shoulders,” Or give yourself a hernia, he added in his thoughts, but wouldn’t say.

“Y-yeah…” Mihashi’s hands fiddled together nervously, and he glanced about, as if making sure there was nothing out there to kill him before he dared to let his guard down. He took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and let it out slowly, hunching over with relief. Still trembling, but a marked improvement. “I’m okay…”

They started walking together again, but Abe had moved to be alongside him instead of behind. Now, this was another odd thing about Mihashi, usually people became more relaxed when closer to someone else, but he became more tense. Abe wanted to sigh, but held it in, knowing it would only make things worse. There really isn’t a whole lot a catcher can do for the pitcher, is there? Maybe…

They got to the side street that he had to turn onto to get home. Mihashi stopped out of habit to bid him goodbye, “S-see you tomorrow, Abe-kun…”

“Wait a minute,” He interrupted, and the pitcher probably jumped a whole foot into the air in surprise. Abe held out his palm, parallel with his body. “Give me your hand.”

After pausing again to glance around for impending danger, Mihashi complied. His number one rule in life was to never, ever question Abe. This included, and was not reserved to: Bridge jumping, cliff diving, and various other acts of obvious stupidity. If Abe told him to do it, it had to be right.

“It’s cold,” Abe noted, and Mihashi looked down in shame. His hand always seemed to be cold, no matter what. It was even worse when he had to sit next to his catcher, in that circle in the mornings before practice.

“Relax,” He added a moment later, when that hand wasn’t getting any warmer. “Third base runner, remember?”

Mihashi nodded so vigorously his head would have flown off were it not so firmly attached to his shoulders. He closed his eyes by following Abe’s lead, and linked his fingers around Abe’s outstretched ones. He thought hard about sitting in that circle, and listening to Shigapo talk about stuff he didn’t really understand no matter how hard he tried. The crickets were still chirping, it was so early in the morning, and Momokan’s dog was yawning in that wide, overzealous way that dogs do.

“Better,” Abe said, and Mihashi tried even harder. If he could please Abe right now, that would make up for all of the mistakes he was sure he made today on the field. He was concentrating so hard that he didn’t realize he was inching forward in the slightest.

When he felt his forehead make contact with skin, and by process of elimination, had to be Abe’s skin, he panicked, eyes popping open. But for the slightest of moments, he didn’t move, completely frozen with terror. For all he knew, that moment could have lasted an hour, even though it was about two seconds at most. Mihashi never touched anyone unless either they started it, or asked him to do so, so for him to touch Abe of all people…

Well, he was pretty sure he had just committed the greatest sin of his life.

“I-I-I I’m sorry!” He yelped, eyes glued to the ground, and reeled backwards in such a way that he should have tripped were it not for complete dumb luck. Mihashi grabbed his bike and ran off in one perfectly deft movement that defied his usual clumsiness.

The “frozen” feeling that Mihashi had lasted a bit longer for Abe, and he didn’t snap out of it until the pitcher was far out of reach. “W-wait!” He called out, but it was far too late. He cursed a little under his breath, as he went to gather his bike, which had somehow fallen over in the whole ordeal.

Abe had gotten about halfway to his house, when he stopped, and looked halfway between serious thought and complete annoyance. He covered his mouth with his hand.

I wonder if he even realized it was my lips that he touched…

This time tomorrow, where will we be?

everyone do iiiiit

themodestotter @ 2009-11-16T22:35:00

/copies parron forever

Oofuri // Failed Relaxation