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Apr. 2nd, 2007 | 03:16 pm
posted by: grayout in es21_yaoi

Musa/Hiru, for mercale.





It's only when someone says,

Hey, fucking old man!

that Gen remembers he's forgotten to shave that day. He turns, rising from the grass, and looks up -- and there he is, the strange blond transfer student that everyone's been whispering about all day. Hiruma, Gen remembers. Youichi. He's got the kickball that Gen's been searching for under his arm.

Kekeke. Looking for this?

Yeah.

You kick it all the way out here, fucking old man?

Yeah.

Really. Hiruma says, brushing past him. Let's see you do it again --

And then he's crouching down a little way in front of Gen, twirling the kickball through his hands before setting it on the grass, holding it down with the tips of his fingers. And looking up to give Gen a sidelong glance full of challenge and a smile full of teeth.

Think you can make it back to the field?

Easy. Gen eyes the distance -- the width of the school's outdoor field, about 35 yards -- and gives Hiruma a rare smirk. Ready?

Whenever you are, fucking old man.

Don't flinch.

I never do.

And then he's backing up, and running, running, and then his right leg is smashing into brick-red rubber --

and then he's standing, Hiruma rising to stand with him, watching the ball soar up and up and forward and forward and over the green-grass field --

-- and up and forward and right past everyone still waiting for him in the kickball game and over the fence on the other side -- not again -- right into the street beyond, landing on one of the parked cars and setting off its alarms almost loudly enough to muffle the

TAKEKURA -- !! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING -- !!

that the rest of his team is yelling at him.

...shit.

And then a burst of half-crazy laughter beside him startles his palm from his forehead as thin fingers find his arms, a just-as-thin body pressing into his back.

Hey, fucking old man.

Cool metal presses into the back of one of his shoulders, and then Hiruma's breathing into his ear.

Kekeke. We're going to be friends.








It's strange, being friends with Hiruma.

It's even stranger, being friends with Kurita.

The three of them all friends with each other has most of the teachers looking at them funny all the time.

Sometimes Gen looks up too, wondering what the hell he's doing with the other two. This isn't how he's ever imagined he'd spend his middle school days: he was supposed to be the quiet, serious one hanging out with the jocks, friendly but not friends, playing sports but never starring, sliding by with B's. Instead, he's sitting between an overweight childlike angel and an underweight genius demon, holding up the gray area between light and dark -- and often trays to stop one from shooting the other, to stop the other from drowning the first in tears.

But in a way, it works. And it only works because there's three. A voice of obsession, a voice of emotion, and then him, the voice of common sense. When they won't listen to each other -- not that Hiruma ever listens to anyone else -- they'll listen to him. Gen thinks, sometimes, that like this, all of them might get somewhere, somewhere they could never have seen alone.

It's nice to have people to share his triumphs with for a change.








Hey fucking old man!

All their conversations seem to start the same way.

What.

You have a new name, Hiruma informs him, flipping pages in his little black book.

Heh. I'm not fucking old man any more?

Musashi.

The samurai.

Exactly.

Why?

Hiruma cackles, sticks his face too close. Losing your memory, fucking old man?

What?

I told you. Hiruma points, one sharp finger half an inch from Gen's eye. 50% of the game is intimidation!!

Heh. Okay.

When Gen's expression doesn't change, Hiruma's does, into one of sullen irritability.

You're still going to call yourself Gen in your head, aren't you.

Probably.

Even if I threaten you.

Yeah.

Even if I blackmail you.

Yeah.

Even if I KILL YOUR FUCKING FAMILY AND EVERYONE YOU KNOW.

Out come the guns, a lot of them by the sound of it, but Gen doesn't bother looking up from his shoelaces.

...you'd go to jail.

Kekeke! I'll see you on the field, fucking old man!

Gen isn't sure why Hiruma looks almost happy when he leaves.








They've decided on a dream.

The Christmas bowl, the high school championship. Next year, when they can finally compete, they're going to make the best team in Japan and win it. Number one.

The night they decide, they stay extra long after an extra-long practice, listening to Hiruma rant about how they're going to fucking kill everyone else and Kurita glee over how nice the victory celebration would be. And somehow, the sun's set before Gen realizes it, something that's never happened before. Time flies when you're having fun -- he finally gets what that means.

And then suddenly he and Hiruma are alone, when Kurita realizes what time it is too, and rushes off worrying about his mother and what she'll say. Gen watches him run -- faster than he's been running all day in practice, heh -- and smiles a little, leaning back to look up --

and finds Hiruma's back pressed to his, the spikes at the back of his neck brushing against his own as Hiruma looks up, too.

Do you really think we can win?

Of course we can, fucking old man. We're fucking going to.

Hiruma sounds annoyed, as if Gen's asking about the obvious. He supposes that to Hiruma, he is. He smirks -- and he can tell Hiruma hears it from the irritated twitch he gets -- but it's a smirk of knowing, not laughing, a smirk that might have been a smile, if it wasn't Hiruma he's dealing with.

Alright.

Alright what?

I believe you.

And it's out, and it's strange, hearing the words in his own voice, from someone who's never had any dreams before. Get through school, get through college, take over his father's business: everything's been plotted out, nothing to ever hope or wish for, nothing that interested him even if he could.

But the other two are getting to him --

football is getting to him --

Hiruma is getting to him. And he's starting to believe.

...shouldn't you go home?

Hiruma stirs, just long enough to look at him, then goes back to leaning his head back against the back of Gen's shoulder, stretching his legs out along the bench.

Where do you think I am, fucking old man?








Musashi! Musashi!!

Kurita, at least, has picked up the name.

And he's picked up more than that, which becomes apparent when he drops Hiruma with a crash next to Gen on the bleachers by the field along with a waterfall of tears.

What --

Musashiii~!! Kurita's near panic, trembling and twisting his hands in his own jersey hard enough to tear it. I think I hit him too hard!! Something CRACKED --

What --

I don't know I don't knoooow~!!

and Hiruma chooses this moment to twitch, clutch at his chest, and cough up a spray of bright red blood -- too much blood -- over his uniform before his eyes fall shut --

Hiruma! Hirumaaa~~!!

-- and don't open again.

Shit --

Iiiiii, Musashiiii~!!

Kurita's clutching at him now, eyes wide with tears and what-do-we-do, and Gen shakes him off, his own mind running in circles of this-can't-happen, this-doesn't-happen, not to people like Hiruma, not now, not like this, not right out of the blue in the middle of an ordinary day, especially when it's the day after he's started to dream.

Musashiii --

Kurita! Go get the nurse. Now!

And Kurita immediately runs off across the field toward the school as Gen dives for Hiruma's backpack, pushing his way past the books until his hand hits the cell phone he knows Hiruma always has.

119!

The call connects as Kurita disappears inside the building, and then Gen's talking as fast as he can, trying to stay calm and failing. Yes, it's an emergency, yes, somebody is hurt, yes -- oh shit, has he stopped breathing -- it's the local middle school -- who cares who's calling? Just -- and he gives them the first name that pops into mind --

Musashi --

and then a hand reaches up and snaps the phone shut in his.

Kekeke!!

And when Musashi looks down in stunned silence, Hiruma's grinning with blood in his teeth, too much blood, too red --

I win, fucking old man!

and when Hiruma turns his head and spits out two silvery containers, Musashi knows why.

What --

I had to hit you in the only fucking place it hurt!

Just for --

It fucking worked, didn't it?

You bastard, you scared the shit out of --

I told you! Hiruma snaps, sits up and points, one sharp finger half an inch from Musashi's eye. 50% of the game is intimidation!!

Yeah? And what's the other half?

Kekeke.

What, you bastard?

Figure it out yourself, fucking old man, Hiruma says, and kisses him.

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Nobody puts Qem in a corner.

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from: qem_chibati
date: Apr. 2nd, 2007 10:06 pm (UTC)
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Hee! Just wanted to say enjoyed this. =D

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Butterfly Ishida

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from: butterflyishida
date: Apr. 3rd, 2007 03:25 am (UTC)
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heeeeeeeeeeeeee loved it! The last bit had me all wide eyed but I was giggling again by the end.

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.Yukeh. ( ̄‿ ̄)ノ

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from: yukitsu
date: Apr. 3rd, 2007 04:56 pm (UTC)
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Oh, this was lovely. @_@

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niidea222

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from: niidea222
date: Apr. 3rd, 2007 05:14 pm (UTC)
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he's so evil I have to love him

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rhythmia

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from: rhythmia
date: Apr. 4th, 2007 07:53 am (UTC)
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Wow I loved this, the flow of the story and the way you paced and structured it. The way it kinda centers around Musashi's various name changes showcasing his relationship with Hiruma and Kurita. Also, the way you write about their middle school life is totally believable, and the three guys feel spot on.

Ahaahahah my favorite lines: Er, I was gonna quote one line and then I realised I wanted to quote *the entire section* where Musashi muses about the three of them, especially Instead, he's sitting between an overweight childlike angel and an underweight genius demon, holding up the gray area between light and dark -- and often trays to stop one from shooting the other, to stop the other from drowning the first in tears.

I'd better stop before I end up quoting your whole fic back at you. :P But yeah, it's awesome, and the ending was great and utterly fitting Hiruma's twisty strategic mind. XDDDD *memories*

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Ajjie

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from: blue_phlox
date: Apr. 12th, 2007 08:59 pm (UTC)
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I so love this! Can I translate it? *pleading eyes*

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from: grayout
date: Apr. 12th, 2007 10:28 pm (UTC)
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Thanks! and... sure, go ahead!

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Reston

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from: cubicle_days
date: Apr. 22nd, 2007 02:29 am (UTC)
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Oh, man. I'm sorry I missed this when you posted it, but yeah, man. Musashi's voice, all the way, and Hiruma's and Kurita's through him. Spot-on.

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from: mishcomplete
date: May. 28th, 2007 03:51 pm (UTC)
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Whoops, found this a little late... And mmmm, anything MusashixHiruma is good but this is amazing! I love the way you write!

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Insane Slasher

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from: akayalovesyaoi
date: Jun. 3rd, 2007 09:25 am (UTC)
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I love it it was so in character for Hiruma xD xD

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