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chineseinkChristmas Drabbles 2005
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Pairing: Sanocest [HanaKimi]
Long Road
“You’re such a bastard,” Shin said, shoving Izumi against the wall, glaring. His hands were fisted in his older brother’s perfect school-issue uniform shirt and he was damned glad he was wrinkling it. “I can’t believe you just left me.” He stepped closer and Izumi’s eyes were shadowed, expressionless, as they stared down into his. “For years,” he added vehemently.
Izumi’s hands closed on his shoulders, gently, and Shin bit his lip to stave off the trembles. “What kind of older brother do you call yourself?” he shouted, wrenching his gaze from Izumi’s. He breathed heavily, stomach uneasy, Izumi’s hands warm on him. “It wasn’t fair.”
All because of their father, because of Izumi’s stubbornness and strong will, and Shin had been deprived of his older brother for years. His older brother had left home, left him, to go to entirely different fucking island for school. Shin’s fingers were still wrapped tightly, shaking slightly, in the cotton of Izumi’s shirt, which was no longer stiff with starch, but warm and malleable after hours of contact with Izumi.
Izumi, who was gently cradling Shin’s face now, tilting his head back so he had to meet Izumi’s gaze.
“I’m sorry,” Izumi said, and his words were so soft, so bitter, so utterly filled with self-loathing that Shin’s stomach lurched, and then he’d lurched, right into his brother, who was pressed up against a wall of his empty, empty room. Their bodies collided, familiar and different, because Shin was taller now but Izumi had grown too and it was all sharp hips and uncomfortable angles but a rightness that Shin hadn’t felt in ages shivering down his spine.
He pressed closer and Izumi breathed hard, once, looking agonized, dark hair falling into his eyes, before he leaned down and kissed Shin. And there it was again—the warmth and the rightness and there was no one to see, see how terribly Shin had missed his older brother in the years he’d been in Hokkaido, training daily, striving to do better, jump higher, and reach out his hand to catch Izumi’s.
His breath curled between them and Shin let his mouth fall open under Izumi’s. It had been so long, his body told him, coming alive again. Too long, said his heart.
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Posted: 12.22.2005
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kasugai_gummiePairing: Sanocest [HanaKimi]
Long Road
“You’re such a bastard,” Shin said, shoving Izumi against the wall, glaring. His hands were fisted in his older brother’s perfect school-issue uniform shirt and he was damned glad he was wrinkling it. “I can’t believe you just left me.” He stepped closer and Izumi’s eyes were shadowed, expressionless, as they stared down into his. “For years,” he added vehemently.
Izumi’s hands closed on his shoulders, gently, and Shin bit his lip to stave off the trembles. “What kind of older brother do you call yourself?” he shouted, wrenching his gaze from Izumi’s. He breathed heavily, stomach uneasy, Izumi’s hands warm on him. “It wasn’t fair.”
All because of their father, because of Izumi’s stubbornness and strong will, and Shin had been deprived of his older brother for years. His older brother had left home, left him, to go to entirely different fucking island for school. Shin’s fingers were still wrapped tightly, shaking slightly, in the cotton of Izumi’s shirt, which was no longer stiff with starch, but warm and malleable after hours of contact with Izumi.
Izumi, who was gently cradling Shin’s face now, tilting his head back so he had to meet Izumi’s gaze.
“I’m sorry,” Izumi said, and his words were so soft, so bitter, so utterly filled with self-loathing that Shin’s stomach lurched, and then he’d lurched, right into his brother, who was pressed up against a wall of his empty, empty room. Their bodies collided, familiar and different, because Shin was taller now but Izumi had grown too and it was all sharp hips and uncomfortable angles but a rightness that Shin hadn’t felt in ages shivering down his spine.
He pressed closer and Izumi breathed hard, once, looking agonized, dark hair falling into his eyes, before he leaned down and kissed Shin. And there it was again—the warmth and the rightness and there was no one to see, see how terribly Shin had missed his older brother in the years he’d been in Hokkaido, training daily, striving to do better, jump higher, and reach out his hand to catch Izumi’s.
His breath curled between them and Shin let his mouth fall open under Izumi’s. It had been so long, his body told him, coming alive again. Too long, said his heart.
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Posted: 12.22.2005
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