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Bonus Round 3: Gift Tags

Bonus Round 3: Gift Tags

Feeling generous? In this round, you get to give creative gifts as prompts.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 7 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

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      From: Kageyama Tobio
      To: Hinata Shouyou
      Note: These will help you get better.
    • Envelope: manila, 12''x17'', very thick and heavy
      From: Tezuka Kunimitsu
      To: Kinjou Shingo
      Note: Enclosed - Play without regrets!
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Prompt: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] elucidatedlucy 2016-06-30 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Fukutomi Juichi/Toudou Jinpachi, Yowamushi Pedal
no tags

Package: A warm swaddle, left on the doorstep
From: Hayato
To: Juichi and Jinpachi
Note: I felt like the two of you could keep them safe. I'll try to be back soon.
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[personal profile] mother_herbivore 2016-07-07 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
tags: implied character death/disappearance?
960 words

Neither of them had any real experience with babies, but Toudou learned fast from several internet videos and it wasn’t long before he was holding the baby like a seasoned pro, rocking gently while Fukutomi paced up and down the length of the living room in front of them. He was trying to call Shinkai’s cellphone for the fifth time, and every time the line rang for what seemed like hours before an automated voice informed him that the number he was trying to reach was unavailable, and he should check the number and try again. With every failed call, dread settled deeper into Toudou’s gut, and Fukutomi’s jaw clenched.

“I’m sure there’s a perfectly sensible explanation,” Toudou said, in spite of his own thoughts. “He couldn’t have gotten into that much trouble.”

Fukutomi didn’t respond as he dialed Shinkai’s number a sixth time. He looked over at the coffee table, where the note still sat, messily scrawled in black ink on wrinkled notebook paper.

I felt like the two of you could keep them safe. I'll try to be back soon —Hayato

That was all it said. There was absolutely no indication of who the baby belonged to, or where Shinkai was going, or why. Toudou didn’t even know when he had dropped the baby on their doorstep. His throat felt tight, and he held the sleeping baby closer.

“I’m going to look for him,” Fukutomi said finally. He put his phone in his back pocket and started to reach for his jacket.

“Are you—“ Toudou began, too sharply, and the baby stirred in his arms, their face scrunching. Toudou softened his tone. “Are you out of your mind? You can’t just charge out there with no plan.”

“I’m going to look for him,” Fukutomi repeated, “that is my plan.”

“And look where? He could be anywhere. He might not even be in the country anymore.”

“I have to do something.”

“I know,” Toudou sighed, “I know, Fuku.”

Outside, it was starting to rain.

Fukutomi went over to the couch and sank down onto it, putting his head in his hands. It had been months since they had properly spoken to Shinkai. Every few weeks, he called, but the calls were always short and awkward, and Shinkai would never say anything about where he was or what he was doing. On the last call, he had only spoken twice: once when he said, “Hey, Jinpachi” and Toudou had immediately started questioning him about what the hell he had been doing, and again when Toudou paused for breath and he said, “I have to go.” That was all, and then he hung up, leaving Toudou with a bad taste in his mouth.

The note sitting on the coffee table was the most correspondence that they had gotten from Shinkai since then.

Toudou sat down beside Fukutomi, close enough that their legs touched, and leaned over to rest his cheek against Fukutomi’s shoulder. He wasn’t quite sure of what to say, for once. Usually he was good at filling the silence—he always had something to say. But this time, the circumstances were too strange. It was like something out of an action-thriller movie.

The baby sneezed and promptly began to cry. Toudou sat up, readjusting them in his arms and shushing them, and Fukutomi turned his head just slightly to watch. He had barely acknowledged the baby since Toudou brought them inside after going out to call the cat in before bed. The note had been more important to him—he read it once, then immediately reached for his phone, leaving the baby to Toudou. If it were anyone else, Toudou would have been annoyed, but he understood. Shinkai was Fukutomi’s best friend, he had been for years and years. Toudou would have reacted the same way if it had been Makishima’s handwriting on that note.

Now, though, Fukutomi seemed to be focused on the baby as they cried. After a few moments of Toudou’s unsuccessful attempt at calming the child, Fukutomi held out his hands and motioned for Toudou to pass them over.

“Are you sure?” Toudou asked. “Have you ever held a baby?”

“No,” Fukutomi said, “but I’d like to try.”

Toudou carefully placed the baby in Fukutomi’s arms, showing him how to cradle them and support their head.

“They’re probably hungry,” Toudou said. “Who knows the last time they ate?” But he didn’t get up. He didn’t have anything to feed to a baby, or anything to feed them with.

Their wailing made his head hurt.

He watched as Fukutomi rocked the baby gently back and forth, and he thanked God when the child started to calm down, whether from Fukutomi’s careful motion or exhaustion, he didn’t know. But they settled down, and Toudou’s headache began to ebb.

The baby opened their eyes, just for a moment before they closed them again and sighed, but it was long enough for Toudou and Fukutomi to see that they had eyes of a deep, dark blue.

Shinkai’s eyes.

Fukutomi made a strangled noise in his throat.

Toudou put his arm around Fukutomi and squeezed, the most comfort he could offer. He didn’t want to think about it anymore, he hoped that the whole night had just been a bad dream. He hoped—he prayed—that Shinkai was alright.

“I don’t know what to do,” Fukutomi said. His voice wavered, and a tear rolled down the side of his nose and dripped off the end.

Toudou pressed his face against Fukutomi’s shoulder, his throat tight and his eyes stinging.

“Me either,” he whispered.

The baby cooed.

They stayed there all night, listening to the rain patter against the roof and waiting for Shinkai to return, but he never did.