Matchmakers, continued
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dcmk_yaoiTurns out plane rides are good for something, after all. I promised Socchan another bit of this fic, and thanks to hours of complete and utter boredom, here it is!
Title: Matchmakers, or The Gay AU
Author: Summercloud (that's me)
Summary: Aoko and Akako don't get along. Really, they don't. Being stuck in a broom closet won't help, either.
Notes: This is set some time after the first section, which you can find here.
Rating: PG-13, for dirty words.
Fic:
~*~
“I can’t believe they did this to us!” Aoko gave the locked door a final glare, then spun around, hands on her hips, and transferred the glare to Akako.
“What, that Kuroba trapped us in a broom closet, or that he used an innocent kid to do it?” Akako smirked.
Aoko’s glare somehow got even stronger. “I hate you.”
Akako’s answering smile was all teeth. “The feeling is mutual, I assure you.” Their eyes locked and held, and the silence grew and stretched until it was a tangible thing, vibrating anger. It was Aoko who broke it first, turning her scowl back to the door.
“Now what?”
Akako looked at the closed door again despite herself. “Now we wait. They have to let us out eventually.”
“I don’t like that option very much.”
“I don’t either,” Akako replied. “I need to be stuck in a closet with you like I need to be shot in the head.”
“Now that’s a pretty image.” Aoko pictured Koizumi’s brains splattered on the wall and grimaced. That was a little bloodthirsty, even for her. “I’ll settle for shooting you in the chest.”
“Good thing guns are illegal,” Akako said, searching for somewhere to sit. “I shoot back.” The closet was small, but maybe if she pushed those brooms to the side and turned the bucket over. Nakamori would just have to sit on the floor, that was all. The dirty, slimy, probably spider-infested floor. What a shame. She reached for the bucket—
Much as she liked mops, Aoko decided, this was a bit much. Between the broom handles, toilet paper rolls, and bottles of bleach, there was barely room for two people to stand, much less sit. That bucket, though, would make an excellent seat—
Two heads, bending over the same bucket, collided. Two girls landed on the floor with identical, undignified shrieks.
Brooms fell over. Rolls of toilet paper scattered. And the light went out.
“Shit.” Aoko’s voice was shrill and steadily rising. “That goo-for-brains, monkey-faced son of a cockroach! He turned the light off on us! Kaito, you bastard! I HATE YOU!!”
Akako felt strangely calm. After all, the situation couldn’t possibly get any worse, right? “Actually, I think the light switch is on the inside.”
“Fuck you, too!”
Akako couldn’t help it. She laughed. Giggled, even. Aoko held out for another thirty seconds, glaring blindly into the darkness, before she gave in and joined the other girl.
Some time later, wiping tears out of her eyes with the arm not tangled in brooms, Aoko gave in to her seldom-seen (at least around Koizumi) better sense. “How about a truce?”
“Truce?” How odd, Akako thought, that Nakamori should be the one to offer the olive branch.
“Just until we get out of here, I mean. Surely if we cooperated we could get out somehow.”
What a novel idea. Actually cooperate with Nakamori? “I still hate you, you know.”
“Of course.” The return “I hate you, too” went unsaid. Akako heard shifting noises, and then a dim light went on—Nakamori’s cell phone. The light reflected crazily off the jumble of brooms, boxes, and one overturned bucket. “Can you find the light switch?”
Akako bit off a snide reply and looked around. “It’s above your head, I think. Here—” she shifted some toilet paper and a mop to the side— “if you reach up with your left arm, you might be able to reach it.” Putting one foot on the newly-cleared space on the floor for balance, Aoko reached up blindly and fumbled for the switch.
“Where?”
“A little more to the left. Sorry, my left, your right. Now a few more inches up.”
The light flickered on, and both girls winced at the sudden light. The formerly neat broom closet was a mess. Half the orderly stacks on the shelves were now lying on the floor, most of the bottles of bleach were tipped over, and every broom or mop in the place was lying on top of them.
“We are so getting in trouble for this,” Aoko said glumly.
Akako agreed. “Kuroba should be the one to get in trouble, he’s the one who locked us in here.”
“Hey!” Aoko snapped. “You keep Kaito out of this.”
Akako raised an eyebrow.
Aoko grinned sheepishly. “Worry. Habit.”
Akako took a closer look around. “You know, if we moved those two brooms over, and pushed that bucket out of the way—”
“We oculd both lean against the wall. And stretch our legs out!” Aoko finished with relish. When they were both settled she sighed in relief. “Thank god; my back was killing me.”
Akako looked at her curiously. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Aoko shrugged. “You didn’t look any more comfortable.”
The minutes dragged out. Against her will, Akako felt herself relaxing, joint by joint. “Kuroba’s probably trying to get us to be friends by doing this, or something equally wierd.”
“Hm.”
Akako elbowed Nakamori sharply. “Hey! You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?”
“Stop that!” Aoko moved away a fraction of an inch, then closed her eyes again. “I’m thinking.”
Akako wasn’t going to ask what about. She wasn’t. Despite this temporary peace, she didn’t care what Nakamori thought, she really didn’t. “About what?”
Damn.
“Kaito. Fish.” Aoko grinned, and for once Akako was glad that that wicked grin wasn’t directed at her.
“Can I help?” She asked wistfully.
Aoko gave her a considering glance. “Do you want this truce to continue?”
Akako thought about that, turning it over carefully in her mind, examining it from all possible angles. The past half-hour had been surprisingly... peaceful. “Just until we’re even.”
Aoko stuck out her right hand, pinkie first. “Deal.”
*
Author's notes: I've been changing between using first and last names based on whose POV it's in. I hope it's not too confusing.
~*~
Also, as a bonus, here's an even more future piece. Think of it as an appetizer.
~*~
“You should have seen the look on his face when he saw it,” Aoko giggled, her eyes sparkling. “Priceless!”
Akako smiled back, and realized that she loved this girl, had probably loved her for a long time, through all their coldness and fights and and angry, hateful words. Would always love her, even though Aoko would never realize, would surely never love her back.
It was wrong, probably, this feeling. This need to protect, to cherish—Aoko, free-spirited, wild Aoko, would hate it. Would be horrified that her best friend could think such things, and would fight back with every inch of her wild soul.
Or would she? Akako thought, unable to quench a sudden hope. Aoko was beautiful and wild and free, yes, but also gentle and kind and loving—
and Akako really needed to stop thinking like this, right now, because Aoko was looking at her in concern, and touching her hand softly, and asking, “Akako-chan, are you all right?”
So Akako pushed aside this new feeling, wrapped it up tight in the corner of her mind, set it aside to be treasured late at night when she was all alone, when even her magic wasn’t enough to warm her.
“I’m fine,” she assured the other girl, then smirked. “So, what should we do to them next?”
~*~
Title: Matchmakers, or The Gay AU
Author: Summercloud (that's me)
Summary: Aoko and Akako don't get along. Really, they don't. Being stuck in a broom closet won't help, either.
Notes: This is set some time after the first section, which you can find here.
Rating: PG-13, for dirty words.
Fic:
~*~
“I can’t believe they did this to us!” Aoko gave the locked door a final glare, then spun around, hands on her hips, and transferred the glare to Akako.
“What, that Kuroba trapped us in a broom closet, or that he used an innocent kid to do it?” Akako smirked.
Aoko’s glare somehow got even stronger. “I hate you.”
Akako’s answering smile was all teeth. “The feeling is mutual, I assure you.” Their eyes locked and held, and the silence grew and stretched until it was a tangible thing, vibrating anger. It was Aoko who broke it first, turning her scowl back to the door.
“Now what?”
Akako looked at the closed door again despite herself. “Now we wait. They have to let us out eventually.”
“I don’t like that option very much.”
“I don’t either,” Akako replied. “I need to be stuck in a closet with you like I need to be shot in the head.”
“Now that’s a pretty image.” Aoko pictured Koizumi’s brains splattered on the wall and grimaced. That was a little bloodthirsty, even for her. “I’ll settle for shooting you in the chest.”
“Good thing guns are illegal,” Akako said, searching for somewhere to sit. “I shoot back.” The closet was small, but maybe if she pushed those brooms to the side and turned the bucket over. Nakamori would just have to sit on the floor, that was all. The dirty, slimy, probably spider-infested floor. What a shame. She reached for the bucket—
Much as she liked mops, Aoko decided, this was a bit much. Between the broom handles, toilet paper rolls, and bottles of bleach, there was barely room for two people to stand, much less sit. That bucket, though, would make an excellent seat—
Two heads, bending over the same bucket, collided. Two girls landed on the floor with identical, undignified shrieks.
Brooms fell over. Rolls of toilet paper scattered. And the light went out.
“Shit.” Aoko’s voice was shrill and steadily rising. “That goo-for-brains, monkey-faced son of a cockroach! He turned the light off on us! Kaito, you bastard! I HATE YOU!!”
Akako felt strangely calm. After all, the situation couldn’t possibly get any worse, right? “Actually, I think the light switch is on the inside.”
“Fuck you, too!”
Akako couldn’t help it. She laughed. Giggled, even. Aoko held out for another thirty seconds, glaring blindly into the darkness, before she gave in and joined the other girl.
Some time later, wiping tears out of her eyes with the arm not tangled in brooms, Aoko gave in to her seldom-seen (at least around Koizumi) better sense. “How about a truce?”
“Truce?” How odd, Akako thought, that Nakamori should be the one to offer the olive branch.
“Just until we get out of here, I mean. Surely if we cooperated we could get out somehow.”
What a novel idea. Actually cooperate with Nakamori? “I still hate you, you know.”
“Of course.” The return “I hate you, too” went unsaid. Akako heard shifting noises, and then a dim light went on—Nakamori’s cell phone. The light reflected crazily off the jumble of brooms, boxes, and one overturned bucket. “Can you find the light switch?”
Akako bit off a snide reply and looked around. “It’s above your head, I think. Here—” she shifted some toilet paper and a mop to the side— “if you reach up with your left arm, you might be able to reach it.” Putting one foot on the newly-cleared space on the floor for balance, Aoko reached up blindly and fumbled for the switch.
“Where?”
“A little more to the left. Sorry, my left, your right. Now a few more inches up.”
The light flickered on, and both girls winced at the sudden light. The formerly neat broom closet was a mess. Half the orderly stacks on the shelves were now lying on the floor, most of the bottles of bleach were tipped over, and every broom or mop in the place was lying on top of them.
“We are so getting in trouble for this,” Aoko said glumly.
Akako agreed. “Kuroba should be the one to get in trouble, he’s the one who locked us in here.”
“Hey!” Aoko snapped. “You keep Kaito out of this.”
Akako raised an eyebrow.
Aoko grinned sheepishly. “Worry. Habit.”
Akako took a closer look around. “You know, if we moved those two brooms over, and pushed that bucket out of the way—”
“We oculd both lean against the wall. And stretch our legs out!” Aoko finished with relish. When they were both settled she sighed in relief. “Thank god; my back was killing me.”
Akako looked at her curiously. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Aoko shrugged. “You didn’t look any more comfortable.”
The minutes dragged out. Against her will, Akako felt herself relaxing, joint by joint. “Kuroba’s probably trying to get us to be friends by doing this, or something equally wierd.”
“Hm.”
Akako elbowed Nakamori sharply. “Hey! You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?”
“Stop that!” Aoko moved away a fraction of an inch, then closed her eyes again. “I’m thinking.”
Akako wasn’t going to ask what about. She wasn’t. Despite this temporary peace, she didn’t care what Nakamori thought, she really didn’t. “About what?”
Damn.
“Kaito. Fish.” Aoko grinned, and for once Akako was glad that that wicked grin wasn’t directed at her.
“Can I help?” She asked wistfully.
Aoko gave her a considering glance. “Do you want this truce to continue?”
Akako thought about that, turning it over carefully in her mind, examining it from all possible angles. The past half-hour had been surprisingly... peaceful. “Just until we’re even.”
Aoko stuck out her right hand, pinkie first. “Deal.”
*
Author's notes: I've been changing between using first and last names based on whose POV it's in. I hope it's not too confusing.
~*~
Also, as a bonus, here's an even more future piece. Think of it as an appetizer.
~*~
“You should have seen the look on his face when he saw it,” Aoko giggled, her eyes sparkling. “Priceless!”
Akako smiled back, and realized that she loved this girl, had probably loved her for a long time, through all their coldness and fights and and angry, hateful words. Would always love her, even though Aoko would never realize, would surely never love her back.
It was wrong, probably, this feeling. This need to protect, to cherish—Aoko, free-spirited, wild Aoko, would hate it. Would be horrified that her best friend could think such things, and would fight back with every inch of her wild soul.
Or would she? Akako thought, unable to quench a sudden hope. Aoko was beautiful and wild and free, yes, but also gentle and kind and loving—
and Akako really needed to stop thinking like this, right now, because Aoko was looking at her in concern, and touching her hand softly, and asking, “Akako-chan, are you all right?”
So Akako pushed aside this new feeling, wrapped it up tight in the corner of her mind, set it aside to be treasured late at night when she was all alone, when even her magic wasn’t enough to warm her.
“I’m fine,” she assured the other girl, then smirked. “So, what should we do to them next?”
~*~
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Date: 2005-10-05 11:41 pm (UTC)They must bond over chocolate too, yes.
Perferably while Kaito is duct taped to a chair, gagged and unable to talk, watching them savour each and every bite. >D
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Date: 2005-10-06 04:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 03:10 am (UTC)Think of it as an appetizer.
'Okazu', Japanese for appetizer, is apperently "slang for lesbian sex, since it's not the "main course," as it were." (From here, mini-update on 8-6-02) *is amused*
Anyway, whee! More fic ♥ Slowly, slowly we see the building of the relationship, the pre-UST phase. (And then, with the appetizer, the actual UST phase ;) *clings happily to the appetizer*)
Looking forward to seeing everything come together ^_^
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Date: 2005-10-06 04:04 am (UTC)The best part of this is that my team tells dirty jokes at a rate of about two a minute. I never really thought of myself as the dirty joke type, either. Maybe I should start taking notes?