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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2016-06-09 08:58 pm
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Bonus Round 2: Images

Bonus Round 2: Images

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[personal profile] catlarks 2016-06-10 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Furuya Satoru/Kominato Haruichi/Sawamura Eijun (daiya no ace)

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[personal profile] sky_rose 2016-06-16 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
i took a lot of liberties with this one lol. fantasy au!

word count: 2558
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“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Haruichi murmured.

“It’ll be fine!” Sawamura argued. “What could go wrong?”

Staring at the broad expanse of ice in front of them, Haruichi swallowed. “I can think of a few things.”

We shouldn’t even be out this far, he thought; they had been supposed to stay among the town's streets and play in the snow with the other kids - build snowmen, have snowball fights, whatever they wanted as long as they stayed close by. But no, after a very short while of doing just that, Sawamura had decided they needed to go exploring. In the woods. The eerie, snow-covered, wolf-ridden woods.

Haruichi supposed it could be worse. They could be lost in the forest and have no way of getting back home. Fortunately Sawamura had decided to take a simpler path, one already carved out by the many footsteps of people over the years, leading down to the local lake. Haruichi had been here before, but only in summer for fishing and occasionally wading in the shallows.

Never in winter. You weren’t supposed to even breathe in the direction of frozen lakes in winter lest the ice cracked and you got sucked underneath. And yet, here they were, Sawamura bouncing on his heels and getting ready to step out onto the surface.

“My brother’s going to kill us,” Haruichi said.

“It’s fine! He didn’t even notice we left. Kuramochi-senpai was there with him.”

“But when he finds out-”

He didn’t get a chance to finish, because Sawamura suddenly shot off from his spot, taking a flying leap onto the ice. Haruichi yelped. “Eijun-kun, be careful!”

“I’m fine!” Sawamura called back, standing up and grinning. He spread his arms out. “See?”

“Maybe now, but what if you step on a weak bit of ice?” Haruichi asked desperately. “My brother warned me about this over and over.”

“Look,” Sawamura said, swinging his arms, “I’ll prove to you that it’s fine.” And he jumped.

Haruichi held his breath, terrified that in two seconds there would be a crack and Sawamura would plummet under the ice never to be seen again, but it never came. He landed smoothly, looking over to Haruichi with a grin. “See?”

Observing Sawamura and the rest of the icy surface, Haruichi ran through his options. Sawamura wasn’t the most observant of people, and probably wouldn’t know thin ice if it walked over and sat on him. Haruichi wasn’t the most knowledgeable about frozen bodies of water either, but maybe Sawamura would benefit from having someone around to keep an eye out for cracks. Besides, Haruichi would never forgive himself if something happened to him and he didn’t do anything to stop it.

Swallowing nervously, he took a step onto the ice.

Then another. Nothing happened.

“That’s it!” Sawamura encouraged.

Another, another… and Haruichi had reached him. Sawamura grabbed his hands, laughing, but Haruichi shushed him quietly. “Careful. I still don’t like this.”

Sawamura shrugged. “I’m telling you, it’s fine!” He turned, ran for a few steps and slowed, skidding over the ice. “Woah, this is fun! You should try it, Harucchi!”

Haruichi folded his arms and reluctantly followed, although he didn’t attempt to skate – intentionally, that was. As he caught up with Sawamura, the grip of his shoe betrayed him and he slipped, falling backwards onto the ice with a thump. Sawamura burst out laughing. “H-Harucchi, you…!”

Face going red even in this cold, Haruichi righted himself and sat on the ice, folding his arms. “I’m not moving again,” he grumbled.

“What? Really? But you didn’t even try ice-skating yet!”

“I want to go back,” Haruichi said, looking back at the mist on the edge of the shore.

Go back,” the mist echoed.

Haruichi froze.

Next to him, even Sawamura’s laughter had been silenced. “Uh… Harucchi, was that you?”

Go back.

A chill went up Haruichi’s spine that he didn’t think had anything to do with the cold. Suddenly feeling very unsafe sitting defencelessly on the ice, he staggered to his feet. Sawamura automatically grabbed his arm, whipping his head around as if he were trying to watch the mist from every angle.

Go back.

“Who’s there?” Sawamura yelled.

“It’s a youkai,” Haruichi whispered. “We shouldn’t be out here.”

“Show yourself!”

Frustration stirred in Haruichi’s gut. “Eijun-kun, it’s not going to listen to-”

He turned around, and the words died in his throat. Speechless, he tugged on Sawamura’s arm, mouth hanging open.

There was another person, a boy around their age, standing out on the lake. Mist drifted in clouds around the figure, clothed in a white kimono, frost clustered by his feet as if his very existence was tied to the cold. The figure’s hair was dark in contrast to his attire, and his eyes were a clear blue that, despite the distance, stood out like chips of ice.

The figure spoke, voice quiet. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“A youkai!” Sawamura hissed from behind him, and Haruichi willed him to be quiet.

He tried to force his voice to stop shaking, to no avail. “We’ll leave, just-”

“Are you a youkai?” Sawamura blurted. Haruichi let out a tense breath of air as he carried on. “Do you live here? What are you?!”

The person blinked. “I’m an ice spirit.”

“Why can’t we be here?”

“You’ll die if you stay.”

“What?” Sawamura tensed. “But we’ve been fine so far! All we need to do is go back to land, right? Then we’ll be fine! Why do you say we’re gonna die?”

The spirit watched the two of them curiously, and then his eyes travelled down. “There are cracks under your feet.”

Haruichi’s head whipped down, and as if to prove the spirit’s words a sharp crack sounded from the thin ice below. Heart pounding, he stared at the web of fissures that had definitely not been there before and regret stabbed at his chest like a knife. He was supposed to be the lookout. This was obviously a weak point, and his fall probably hadn’t helped. But if they moved the ice would almost definitely break, and staying still would have the same results.

His blood ran cold. They should never have come.

Sawamura’s grip tightened on his arm. “H-help!”

He was obviously talking to the spirit, but the spirit’s presence only made Haruichi more nervous. He was suddenly aware that the spirit might actually want them dead. Youkai weren’t exactly known for their kindness.

Still, he found himself automatically clinging to Sawamura and pleading along with him. “Please,” he begged. “We’ll die.”

The spirit’s head tilted to the side. “My grandfather said I shouldn’t be talking with humans.”

“But you’ve already talked to us!” Haruichi said desperately, flinching when he heard another crack. “W-we won’t ask anything more, I promise.”

“P-promise!” Sawamura echoed, his teeth chattering.

The figure was still studying them with no sense of urgency. Haruichi wondered, for all his talk about death, if he had any concept of what it was. Their pleas for rescue might not even mean anything to him.

“Talking to humans is nice,” the spirit said quietly, and hope sparked in Haruichi’s chest.

“We can talk to you more,” he promised, “but only if you help us.” There was another crack, and the two of them yelped. “Please!”

After a pause that was far, far too long, the spirit nodded. “Okay.”

He lifted his arm, and as Haruichi watched as the ice pieces underneath them slid back upwards with a harsh grating sound and froze together like a jigsaw, leaving no trace of any damage or dents. The sound then continued and he looked up to see the spirit fortifying a safe path for them back to land, and Haruichi almost collapsed onto his knees in relief right there.

God, if his brother found out about this...

Sawamura was already up and running across the path, suddenly desperate to get back to safety (if only the concern had come earlier, Haruichi thought). Shaking his head to clear it, he hurried after him, making sure not to slip.

He half expected the spirit to be gone by the time they reached the edge, but he was standing there waiting for them, though seemingly reluctant to step off the ice. Sawamura noticed him at the same time and jumped, ducking behind Haruichi and staring him down like an agitated cat. Haruichi patted the hand on his arm and let out a breath of air. He should probably say something.

“Thanks for saving us,” he said, trying to emphasise the sincerity in his voice even if he couldn’t hide how his legs were shaking. “Um, what’s your name?”

The spirit studied him with soft eyes. “Furuya,” he said. “Furuya Satoru.”

“I’m Kominato Haruichi,” Haruichi replied, smiling, and then elbowed Sawamura as subtly as he could.

“Sawamura Eijun!” Sawamura barked.


Haruichi was beginning to get the idea Furuya wasn’t that great at conversation. “Um, how about we sit?”

Sawamura plonked himself down without complaints and Haruichi followed, Furuya slowly copying them. He was still watching them in that captivated way people did when they saw a creature they’d never seen before, or a striking piece of artwork. Haruichi shifted a little.

His staring hadn’t gone unnoticed to Sawamura, who broke the silence. “What’re you staring at? Have you never seen a human before?”

Furuya blinked, then shook his head. “Not up close.”

“Huh.” Sawamura grinned. “Well, now we’re here! What do you think?”

Haruichi sighed. He warms up to people so easily.

Clearly, though, he hadn’t been expecting Furuya’s next move. The spirit reached out, too smoothly for him to react, and touched his fingertips to Sawamura’s face.

“You’re warm,” he observed.

There was a beat, and then Sawamura scrambled back. “W-w-what?! O-of course I'm warm!” His face had gone bright red. “Humans are warm-blooded!”

“You surprised him,” Haruichi explained to a confused Furuya, flushing a little. “Humans don’t really just… do that. Without asking.”

Furuya’s frown cleared. “Oh.”

He didn’t apologise, though – instead he reached out towards Sawamura, who was still looking alarmed. “Can I?”

“Huh?” Sawamura’s eyes widened for a second, but then he seemed to relax a bit, ducking his head and holding out his palm. “J-just my hand.”

He held out his palm. Furuya took it, studying it in fascination. He then looked over to Haruichi, a question in his eyes, and Haruichi tentatively offered his own hand. Furuya observed both of them, turning them over in his fingers. His touch was like ice, and Haruichi realised that despite how quiet Furuya seemed, he could definitely feel a dangerous power radiating from him when he was this close.

And yet, he was oddly gentle. “Your hands are colder,” Furuya said.
Haruichi laughed a little, the tension leaving his shoulders. “Yeah, that happens.”

“Are you cold?”

“A little,” he admitted, while Sawamura visibly shivered, pressing closer to him. “I’m freezing!”

Confusion laced Furuya’s tone. “Then why did you come out here?”

“That’s a good question.” Haruichi turned to Sawamura. “Eijun-kun? This was your idea.”

Sawamura halted, looking between the two of them, at a loss for words as if his tongue had been frozen to a block ice. “I. Uh.” He cleared his throat several times, before exclaiming: “Exploring is fun! And we never get to do it in winter!”

“Fun,” Furuya echoed.

“Yeah!” Sawamura let go of Furuya’s hand, gesturing as he talked. “Winter is great – you can make snowmen, throw snowballs, skate on the ice, make snow angels – us humans get really cold, but it’s worth it! Then you get to go indoors and warm up, and that’s nice too. And then you immediately want to go back out again. Though I prefer summer; it’s super warm and you can play sports and stay out till late because you won’t get frostbite…”

While he was talking, Haruichi noticed the puzzled frown was back on Furuya’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“Humans like summer?” Furuya asked, sounding perplexed.

“What’s not to love about summer?” Sawamura demanded.

Furuya huffed. “It’s too hot. Grandfather and I have to stay at the bottom of the lake.”

“Is it colder there?” Haruichi asked, and Furuya nodded.

“We’re only strong in the cold,” he said, sounding quiet. “I can only exist like this in winter. In summer I get too weak, and I can’t freeze anything.”

Haruichi nodded in understanding. “That makes sense.”

“Can we come back?” Sawamura asked suddenly. Furuya looked up at him, startled.

“I mean, there’s still a lot of winter left, right? You’ll be here for ages! What if the three of us met up again?”

The other two stared at him. Furuya in particular looked surprised, his eyes faintly wide and his mouth parted. “Really?”

“Yeah!” Sawamura grinned, then grabbed Furuya’s hand. Surprise crossed Furuya’s features – no wonder, as Haruichi had just told him that wasn’t a human thing to do. He supposed he’d pick up on it if they did end up spending more time together – which he wouldn’t be opposed to, he realised. Sawamura’s suggestion had caught him off guard, but Furuya had been unexpectedly tranquil for a youkai. Coming back might not be such a bad idea.

He then caught himself. “My brother might not let us.”

“We can evade him again!” Sawamura argued.

“He’ll find out eventually, and you know it,” Haruichi told him firmly. “And doesn’t Furuya-kun’s grandfather not want us here?”

“I can ask him,” Furuya said, sounding hopeful. His eyes shone – Haruichi suddenly found himself wondering if it was just Furuya and his grandfather living on the lake. Maybe Furuya didn’t have anyone else to talk to – maybe he hadn’t for a long time.

Their gazes won him over eventually. “I’ll try asking my brother,” he sighed. “Just to let me come down to the lake. Not about the whole youkai thing.”

Sawamura cheered, and for a moment, Haruichi thought he saw a little smile grace Furuya’s face.

The mirth wasn’t present for long, though; not a moment later a deep chill settled in the air and the drop in temperature caused a flurry of goosebumps to rush up Haruichi’s skin. He shuddered, and Furuya started. “My grandfather is here.”

“Will he be angry at us?” Sawamura’s eyes were locked on a misty shape in the centre of the lake.

To Haruichi’s relief, Furuya shook his head. “I think he’s just come to get me. But I don’t think he likes humans much.”

Haruichi was already up, hand falling out of Furuya’s grip, pulling on Sawamura’s arm with cold fingers. Just by being in the vicinity of Furuya’s grandfather he could tell he was a lot stronger than Furuya was, and although talking with Furuya had been fun, it would be bad if they stayed here any longer. “Eijun-kun, let’s go back.”

Sawamura didn’t protest. He followed Haruichi, and Furuya reluctantly let go of his hand. As they began to hurry back up the path away from the lake, Sawamura turned and called back to him.

“Bye, Furuya!” he called to the spirit’s retreating back.

Furuya turned his head.

“Two days!” Sawamura yelled. “We’ll see you in two days! Two! Days! We promise!”

“Promise!” Haruichi called.

They were already too far away to see for certain, but Haruichi saw Furuya nod, and could guess that the small smile was back on his face, too.
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[personal profile] parasolghost 2016-06-17 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
omg this was so cute?? i love youkai furuya esp!!
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[personal profile] starrwinter 2016-06-18 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
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Word count: 621

Eijun was stuck waiting for the other first-years to get back from their various shopping missions, Kanemaru promising bodily harm if he moved anywhere other than the café sofa he was currently lounging in. Surrounded by cats who were already crowding in to get their fair share of scratches, one plopping right into the pitcher’s lap for a solid nap.

“I could go for one of those too.” Eijun rubbing the ears of the black cat blissed out on his lap, attention turning towards a group of girls who were screaming at a program on the television nearby.

“Isn't he dreamy?” overheard as Eijun tilted his head to see just what they were gushing and screaming over, catching the glint of shimmer and flash of metal skates as a performer came down to land on a sheet of glimmering ice.

Yuzuru Hanyu. The name that rolled off their lips like a prayer as blushes spread, squealing growing louder until the skater had his final scores and was well in the lead by the looks of things.

“He sure reminds me of someone…” Eijun’s lids growing heavy as the purring from the cat in his lap intensified, darkness taking over with the sounds of music lulling him to sleep.

Of course even in his dreams Eijun was a terrible skater.

Falling on his butt straight to the ice as he tried to hold back tears, finally figuring out how to be stable enough to make it across the width of the ice before grabbing onto the boards for dear life.

“Eijun-kun,”a familiar voice calling to him over the top, Eijun watching as the gate opened and Haruichi stepped gingerly into the ice by his side. “I’ve never been skating before, it's just a little scary.”

Haruichi reaching out to cling onto Eijun’s jacket, cold puffs of air escaping his tightly wrapped scarf as he struggled to stay afoot.

“It's alright Haruicchi, just stay with me!” Eijun sounding so sure of himself until he was barely moving across the ice again, feet shuffling to try and keep them both upright.

Attentions turned at once to a fast-moving skater flying across the rink, jump executed perfectly before the shine of a shirt almost temporarily blinded Eijun- seething rage as he realized the phenomenal skater was Furuya… just one more thing he was an ace at ahead of Eijun…

“Eijun-kun?” Haruichi pulled at his jacket once again to try and get his attention, growling the only audible noise in Eijun’s throat.

“Eijun-kun?” A little harder this time as Eijun nearly tipped them both over, hasty footwork to try and get at Furuya standing in the middle of the rink.


A scream finally making him turn around and eyes begin to open- light momentarily blinding him as Eijun awoke again to the real-world and a crowd of first-years trying to shake him awake.

“Come on Sawamura, we’re done and you’re likely scaring the cats to death with your drool,” Kanemaru stopping his shaking to yank Eijun to his feet, hands making sure the black cat landed safely on the couch in his already warm spot.

Eijun noticing Furuya half-asleep by the door, Haruichi trying to help him stay awake as Eijun stomped over to face him.

“And you Furuya…” pausing to make his point, “Should just switch to figure skating if you're that good.” Eijun stomping out of the café to leave a crowd of confused faces in his wake.

Laughter causing the first-years to turn towards the television, before Haruichi made an acknowledging, “Oh.”

Furuya having to be dragged away after spotting a giant stuffed polar bear in Hanyu’s arms thinking that perhaps skating might not be such a bad idea after all.