fic: Gay AU, "Flame"
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dcmk_yaoiTitle: Flame
Author: Summercloud
Rating: PG
Pairings: Akako/Aoko
Word count: 450
Summary: Akako surprises Aoko in the music room. Later, Aoko gets to return the favor.
Author's note: Part of my "Gay AU," but can certainly be read separately.
Akako followed the sound of singing to the third-floor music room. The door was ajar so she carefully peaked in to see Nakamori standing in the light of the window, eyes closed, head tilted back, singing. She must have made some noise because the other girl broke off and whirled around.
“What are you doing here?!” Nakamori snapped, angry and startled and blushing.
Akako was unable to look away. The light shining through Nakamori’s wild hair looked exactly like a halo. “I didn’t know you sang.”
Nakamori looked away. “I don’t, often.”
And that was just a crime, Akako thought, because something so beautiful should be shared with the world. “You should,” she said simply.
“Whatever,” Nakamori muttered, and there was pain there, old, dull pain, and Akako wanted to do something, anything, to ease that pain. Because when she didn’t want to murder her with a dull spoon, Akako could admit to herself (but only to herself, mind you, and only in the dark of night) that there was something about Nakamori that drew here like a moth to flame.
She knew she would only get burnt, but she was helpless to resist the pull.
So instead she just smiled, gently, and said, “you should sing more often. You have a beautiful voice.”
***
Aoko followed the sound of scratching around two trees, a bush, and a bunch of giggling freshmen before finding its source. Koizumi was leaning against a tree, a sketchbook propped up on her knees, sketching something. The tree above her cast moving shadows across her face, and her hair moved slightly in the wind, and for a moment Aoko couldn’t breathe.
And then the moment passed, and Aoko took a step forward and asked, “What’re you drawing?”
Koizumi looked up, startled, and for just a second her face was unguarded before her familiar smirk reappeared. “Nothing important.”
But Aoko wasn’t the type to be put off so easily, so she sat down next to the other girl and leaned over to see. “I didn’t know you drew.”
“I don’t, often.” There was something there, some old, dull pain, and Aoko wanted to do something, anything, to ease it. Because while Koizumi could be cruel and seemed shallow, and sometimes Aoko wanted nothing more than to strangle her slowly with a piece of dental floss, but there was something about the beautiful girl that drew her like a moth to flame.
Maybe it was the way her hand was poised, just so, over the sketchpad. Aoko knew she should retreat, knew she would only get burnt, but she was helpless to resist the pull.
So she grinned, and scooted closer, and asked, “can I see?”
***
Author's Note: I feel like I used a lot of "ands" in this, but it seemed appropriate. What do you think?
Author: Summercloud
Rating: PG
Pairings: Akako/Aoko
Word count: 450
Summary: Akako surprises Aoko in the music room. Later, Aoko gets to return the favor.
Author's note: Part of my "Gay AU," but can certainly be read separately.
Akako followed the sound of singing to the third-floor music room. The door was ajar so she carefully peaked in to see Nakamori standing in the light of the window, eyes closed, head tilted back, singing. She must have made some noise because the other girl broke off and whirled around.
“What are you doing here?!” Nakamori snapped, angry and startled and blushing.
Akako was unable to look away. The light shining through Nakamori’s wild hair looked exactly like a halo. “I didn’t know you sang.”
Nakamori looked away. “I don’t, often.”
And that was just a crime, Akako thought, because something so beautiful should be shared with the world. “You should,” she said simply.
“Whatever,” Nakamori muttered, and there was pain there, old, dull pain, and Akako wanted to do something, anything, to ease that pain. Because when she didn’t want to murder her with a dull spoon, Akako could admit to herself (but only to herself, mind you, and only in the dark of night) that there was something about Nakamori that drew here like a moth to flame.
She knew she would only get burnt, but she was helpless to resist the pull.
So instead she just smiled, gently, and said, “you should sing more often. You have a beautiful voice.”
***
Aoko followed the sound of scratching around two trees, a bush, and a bunch of giggling freshmen before finding its source. Koizumi was leaning against a tree, a sketchbook propped up on her knees, sketching something. The tree above her cast moving shadows across her face, and her hair moved slightly in the wind, and for a moment Aoko couldn’t breathe.
And then the moment passed, and Aoko took a step forward and asked, “What’re you drawing?”
Koizumi looked up, startled, and for just a second her face was unguarded before her familiar smirk reappeared. “Nothing important.”
But Aoko wasn’t the type to be put off so easily, so she sat down next to the other girl and leaned over to see. “I didn’t know you drew.”
“I don’t, often.” There was something there, some old, dull pain, and Aoko wanted to do something, anything, to ease it. Because while Koizumi could be cruel and seemed shallow, and sometimes Aoko wanted nothing more than to strangle her slowly with a piece of dental floss, but there was something about the beautiful girl that drew her like a moth to flame.
Maybe it was the way her hand was poised, just so, over the sketchpad. Aoko knew she should retreat, knew she would only get burnt, but she was helpless to resist the pull.
So she grinned, and scooted closer, and asked, “can I see?”
***
Author's Note: I feel like I used a lot of "ands" in this, but it seemed appropriate. What do you think?
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Date: 2005-11-24 04:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-24 04:59 am (UTC)Thanks. Took me a while to start writing again, but I'm proud of this one. Now, if I could only get myself to write something just a little bit longer...