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Fukutomi Juichi/Shinkai Hayato; Yowamushi Pedal
Word Count: 400 Tags: Mythology/gods-ish I don’t even know where this came from
Fukutomi is impossibly, brilliantly bright. Of course he is, bright and strong and harsh. He has awesome, terrible power, able to burn and blind with as little effort as breathing. And for all that, he shines down on the world in tempered radiance and gives life to everything, because he’s warm and careful and loving. Everything comes from him. He walks through the sky, beaming light down on the Earth below, letting the plants grow and warming the world. All manner of living things wake for him, opening their eyes when he approaches, always from the east, walking with the same stately pace, and they unfurl their leaves and stretch with languid yawns and throw open curtains to let him into their homes.
Shinkai has watched him, forever. Admired him -- loved him, even -- but always from a distance, following from a distance, fading in and out of the night sky as he chases after Fukutomi, chasing and chasing and reaching desperately for the light. He can never quite grasp it, though. Anything he finally catches, it slips through his eager fingers and bounces away, back to Earth, where the few scurrying and hunting things that don’t worship in Fukutomi’s sun will pause to look up and watch the dimmed path of his reflected light. He aches with love and adoration for Fukutomi, who never looks back as he marches his endless journey through the sky. Shinkai has been chasing him for a long, long time. Sometimes, he gets closer, and swells round and bright with excitement and determination, only to fade away to darkened exhaustion when his energy depletes and Fukutomi surges further away once again.
Every once in a long-awaited while, Shinkai reaches him, and he slips reckless and elated in between Fukutomi and their beloved Earth, and then Fukutomi finally sees him, and smiles at him, and Shinkai greedily sucks up all the light for himself. He reaches for Fukutomi, and Fukutomi reaches back, and sometimes Shinkai imagines that they can touch. They let the Earth fall dark for a moment, wrapped up in each other, but then Fukutomi’s smile fades and he has to look away, back to the Earth, and resume his interminable march, in impossibly wide strides, pulling further and further away from Shinkai with every step. The sun brightens over the world again and Shinkai forces himself to take up the chase once more.
FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, G
Fukutomi Juichi/Shinkai Hayato; Yowamushi Pedal
Word Count: 400
Tags: Mythology/gods-ish
I don’t even know where this came from
Fukutomi is impossibly, brilliantly bright. Of course he is, bright and strong and harsh. He has awesome, terrible power, able to burn and blind with as little effort as breathing. And for all that, he shines down on the world in tempered radiance and gives life to everything, because he’s warm and careful and loving. Everything comes from him. He walks through the sky, beaming light down on the Earth below, letting the plants grow and warming the world. All manner of living things wake for him, opening their eyes when he approaches, always from the east, walking with the same stately pace, and they unfurl their leaves and stretch with languid yawns and throw open curtains to let him into their homes.
Shinkai has watched him, forever. Admired him -- loved him, even -- but always from a distance, following from a distance, fading in and out of the night sky as he chases after Fukutomi, chasing and chasing and reaching desperately for the light. He can never quite grasp it, though. Anything he finally catches, it slips through his eager fingers and bounces away, back to Earth, where the few scurrying and hunting things that don’t worship in Fukutomi’s sun will pause to look up and watch the dimmed path of his reflected light. He aches with love and adoration for Fukutomi, who never looks back as he marches his endless journey through the sky. Shinkai has been chasing him for a long, long time. Sometimes, he gets closer, and swells round and bright with excitement and determination, only to fade away to darkened exhaustion when his energy depletes and Fukutomi surges further away once again.
Every once in a long-awaited while, Shinkai reaches him, and he slips reckless and elated in between Fukutomi and their beloved Earth, and then Fukutomi finally sees him, and smiles at him, and Shinkai greedily sucks up all the light for himself. He reaches for Fukutomi, and Fukutomi reaches back, and sometimes Shinkai imagines that they can touch. They let the Earth fall dark for a moment, wrapped up in each other, but then Fukutomi’s smile fades and he has to look away, back to the Earth, and resume his interminable march, in impossibly wide strides, pulling further and further away from Shinkai with every step. The sun brightens over the world again and Shinkai forces himself to take up the chase once more.