Kuramochi Youichi & Miyuki Kazuya no tags, au, alternate world/timeline, fantasy, magic 958 words
"Miyuki? Miyuki, hey!"
He looks over as Kuramochi sits down by his side. "Yeah?"
"What'd you just get up and leave class for? You okay?"
He laughs a little, forced as he thinks of the confusion that's settled all over since he woke up there. "Just needed some air."
"Alright."
They sit in silence for a few moments, until Miyuki can't contain many more of the questions that have been building in his mind.
"Is it normal for that to just be growing like that down there?" Miyuki gestures to what looks like giant hedges growing--rapidly growing--from the ground in the valley just below the hill they're seated on. It's growing into some sort of structure--not small but massive. The beginnings of something huge, daunting.
"Seriously?" Kuramochi looks at him like he's crazy, like that question is the most abnormal one he's ever heard and plants rapidly growing on their own to make that sort of structure is everyday experience for him. "What's wrong with you today?"
Nothing much. Besides the fact that he'd gone to bed in his own room the night before only to wake up in a classroom here in clothes he knows he doesn't own, this completely unfamiliar place he's never even seen once before. It all feels too real to pass of as a dream. The classroom's semi-reminiscent of his own at Seido--familiar faces, Kuramochi sitting directly in front of him but turned in his seat, then, to check on Miyuki following him nearly falling out of his chair upon waking up.
It all feels familiar, even if it doesn't all look the same. But it's not his. It's not his classroom or his clothes or his Kuramochi. Hell, this isn't even his world.
But. There's this odd sensation hanging heavy over Miyuki's head like he knows this place, like he has something to do here, even when he's never even been here before.
"I can't ask a question every now and then?"
"Miyuki." Kuramochi leans closer. "You sure you're alright? You've been acting weird since you woke up in class."
This isn't his world. This isn't his place, as far as he knows. But in this other life, he's someone. Someone part of something. And there has to be a way to get to the bottom of that without setting off any alarms that he doesn't belong here.
Maybe once he figures out where he is, he can figure out how to get back home.
"Yeah. Didn't sleep well last night, I guess."
Kuramochi doesn't seem completely satisfied with the answer, still looks at Miyuki, brows furrowed, lips twisted into a frown. "If you're staying up too late again thinking of strategies or plans, I swear I'll--"
Well. Some things--different worlds or timelines or just really vivid dreams he has yet to wake from--don't change. It almost makes him smile. Almost makes him feel like he's back at Seido, at home.
But. Strategies and plans? For what? Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like baseball is a thing here. And if it is, it doesn't seem to be part of his life here. What else could he be planning for that has Kuramochi concerned about his sleeping habits?
"I'm not. Thanks for your concern, though. I'm touched."
"Ass." Kuramochi kicks his leg before he leans back, propping himself up on his forearms. "We've got time, so quit worrying. We're gonna make up for what happened last year."
There's this hybrid feeling of surprise but simultaneously not being thrown off at all that's settling in Miyuki's chest. Even here, in this unfamiliar place, it's easy to settle into this space of familiarity with Kuramochi. Miyuki's not part of this same world, but everything manages to give the same vibes as their friendship in his own world does.
"I'm not worried." He doesn't exactly know what he should be worried for, but the answer seems to satisfy Kuramochi now and that's good enough.
"If you're just being stupid to mess with me, I'm gonna kill you later." Kuramochi looks forward again, back at what's growing down below, showing that he still remembered Miyuki's initial question. "But fine. I'll bite."
Thankfully.
"It's the labyrinth. Tournament starts soon, you know?"
Labyrinth and tournaments. He has no idea what those things are or what they mean, but he can play along. "Yeah..."
"It grows here every year around this time. And if you didn't seemingly forget all of your history lessons, you'd know it's been growing here every for as long as this village's been here."
"You know history's never been my best subject."
"Yeah. I do." He looks down now. Not at Miyuki and not ahead. "We lose a lot of people each year to it in the tournament, ya know. And no one knows what it's like in there until you've been inside. Everyone who makes it out alive says it's like a whole other world in there."
People die in there. In this magic maze that's apparently a lot more sinister than what looks to be harmlessly growing--the labyrinth.
Kuramochi leans forward now, like he's getting a closer look at what's growing down below. "I'd say we've got a week or two more before it's ready. Then the real fun starts."
Miyuki laughs. "Real fun?"
This time, when Kuramochi looks at him, there's a question still lingering from when this conversation started--why do you seem like you don't get it?--but it's accompanied with a look of hot determination, promise. "Our team'll finally get to go inside and the tournament starts. We're gonna win this year, yeah?"
Miyuki really hopes that if by some miracle this is just a dream, he wakes up before it gets to complicated when he replies, confirming his part in this. "Yeah."
FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
no tags, au, alternate world/timeline, fantasy, magic
958 words
"Miyuki? Miyuki, hey!"
He looks over as Kuramochi sits down by his side. "Yeah?"
"What'd you just get up and leave class for? You okay?"
He laughs a little, forced as he thinks of the confusion that's settled all over since he woke up there. "Just needed some air."
"Alright."
They sit in silence for a few moments, until Miyuki can't contain many more of the questions that have been building in his mind.
"Is it normal for that to just be growing like that down there?" Miyuki gestures to what looks like giant hedges growing--rapidly growing--from the ground in the valley just below the hill they're seated on. It's growing into some sort of structure--not small but massive. The beginnings of something huge, daunting.
"Seriously?" Kuramochi looks at him like he's crazy, like that question is the most abnormal one he's ever heard and plants rapidly growing on their own to make that sort of structure is everyday experience for him. "What's wrong with you today?"
Nothing much. Besides the fact that he'd gone to bed in his own room the night before only to wake up in a classroom here in clothes he knows he doesn't own, this completely unfamiliar place he's never even seen once before. It all feels too real to pass of as a dream. The classroom's semi-reminiscent of his own at Seido--familiar faces, Kuramochi sitting directly in front of him but turned in his seat, then, to check on Miyuki following him nearly falling out of his chair upon waking up.
It all feels familiar, even if it doesn't all look the same. But it's not his. It's not his classroom or his clothes or his Kuramochi. Hell, this isn't even his world.
But. There's this odd sensation hanging heavy over Miyuki's head like he knows this place, like he has something to do here, even when he's never even been here before.
"I can't ask a question every now and then?"
"Miyuki." Kuramochi leans closer. "You sure you're alright? You've been acting weird since you woke up in class."
This isn't his world. This isn't his place, as far as he knows. But in this other life, he's someone. Someone part of something. And there has to be a way to get to the bottom of that without setting off any alarms that he doesn't belong here.
Maybe once he figures out where he is, he can figure out how to get back home.
"Yeah. Didn't sleep well last night, I guess."
Kuramochi doesn't seem completely satisfied with the answer, still looks at Miyuki, brows furrowed, lips twisted into a frown. "If you're staying up too late again thinking of strategies or plans, I swear I'll--"
Well. Some things--different worlds or timelines or just really vivid dreams he has yet to wake from--don't change. It almost makes him smile. Almost makes him feel like he's back at Seido, at home.
But. Strategies and plans? For what? Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like baseball is a thing here. And if it is, it doesn't seem to be part of his life here. What else could he be planning for that has Kuramochi concerned about his sleeping habits?
"I'm not. Thanks for your concern, though. I'm touched."
"Ass." Kuramochi kicks his leg before he leans back, propping himself up on his forearms. "We've got time, so quit worrying. We're gonna make up for what happened last year."
There's this hybrid feeling of surprise but simultaneously not being thrown off at all that's settling in Miyuki's chest. Even here, in this unfamiliar place, it's easy to settle into this space of familiarity with Kuramochi. Miyuki's not part of this same world, but everything manages to give the same vibes as their friendship in his own world does.
"I'm not worried." He doesn't exactly know what he should be worried for, but the answer seems to satisfy Kuramochi now and that's good enough.
"If you're just being stupid to mess with me, I'm gonna kill you later." Kuramochi looks forward again, back at what's growing down below, showing that he still remembered Miyuki's initial question. "But fine. I'll bite."
Thankfully.
"It's the labyrinth. Tournament starts soon, you know?"
Labyrinth and tournaments. He has no idea what those things are or what they mean, but he can play along. "Yeah..."
"It grows here every year around this time. And if you didn't seemingly forget all of your history lessons, you'd know it's been growing here every for as long as this village's been here."
"You know history's never been my best subject."
"Yeah. I do." He looks down now. Not at Miyuki and not ahead. "We lose a lot of people each year to it in the tournament, ya know. And no one knows what it's like in there until you've been inside. Everyone who makes it out alive says it's like a whole other world in there."
People die in there. In this magic maze that's apparently a lot more sinister than what looks to be harmlessly growing--the labyrinth.
Kuramochi leans forward now, like he's getting a closer look at what's growing down below. "I'd say we've got a week or two more before it's ready. Then the real fun starts."
Miyuki laughs. "Real fun?"
This time, when Kuramochi looks at him, there's a question still lingering from when this conversation started--why do you seem like you don't get it?--but it's accompanied with a look of hot determination, promise. "Our team'll finally get to go inside and the tournament starts. We're gonna win this year, yeah?"
Miyuki really hopes that if by some miracle this is just a dream, he wakes up before it gets to complicated when he replies, confirming his part in this. "Yeah."