no major tags, 574 words kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi, kominato ryousuke & isashiki jun remix of luckycricket33's fill here.
"you did what," ryousuke says, and jun shrugs, flicking the gossamer hem of his hood out of his face for the third time in as many minutes.
"i left a note," he says, matter-of-fact, as if this is a common play in the fairy godparent playbook. maybe it is; ryousuke is sure he doesn't want to know.
"and you signed it the pretty mystery boy," ryousuke says, voice the dangerous kind of calm, a smooth sheet of glass the moment before it shatters.
"well, i couldn't use your name," jun says, "and he clearly thought you were pretty."
"you didn't think he could figure it out from the shoe?" ryousuke is being very charitable, he feels, by not bringing up the fact that jun nearly tripped him on his way down the stairs to get him to drop it in the first place.
"better safe than sorry," jun says, punctuates the sentence with a judicious nod. ryousuke wants to scream. he'd just wanted a little adventure — a little bit of time out from under the suffocating responsibilties that make up his daily life, one night of freedom. some space to breathe and relax and have a little fun. it's not suppose to follow him home. "i mean, you do want him to chase you, right?"
"no," ryousuke says.
jun hums, a discomfittingly shrewd light in his eyes. he crosses his arms, the billowing sleeves of his robe swaying, perched in midair, sitting on something ryousuke can't see. he looks ridiculous but ryousuke is too off-balance to tell him so. "you like him," jun says, and ryousuke shakes his head, hand slicing through the air like he can physically cut jun off.
"i don't know him," he says, meaning it doesn't matter. it had been nice, kuramochi youichi looking at ryousuke like he'd never seen anything better in his life, candlight gleaming off polished tile, music lulling their limbs into an effortless synchronicity. if ryousuke lets himself, he can still feel the imprint of the prince's hands on his waist.
"he's going to come looking," jun says, feet kicking idly, swinging a good foot above the ground. ryousuke wants to knock him off of whatever it is he's sitting on, magical powers be damned. "i bet he would have even without the shoe."
"i'll hide," ryousuke says, feeling like he's being brave somehow by insisting he's already gotten everything he wants, that this is where the story is supposed to end. "i'll move into the attic."
"uh-huh," jun says, chin resting on his palm. he thinks he's got ryousuke's number and ryousuke hates it. "it's all right, you know."
"what is?" ryousuke says, irritated by jun's uncharacteristic calm.
"to let yourself want something."
ryousuke swears and jun laughs, lifting out of range of ryousuke's hands. "you're fired," ryousuke says, swatting at the trailing edge of jun's stupid irridescent robe, trying to get enough purchase to pull. "i never asked for this."
jun's cackling now, rolling back on his invisible seat, hair brushing the ceiling. ryousuke has too much dignity to make a jump for it, but he hopes with passionate vindictiveness that jun hits his head.
"i'll tell him it was haruichi," ryousuke says, desperate to prove some sort of point, even if he's lost track of exactly what that point is.
"oh, believe me," jun says, mouth full of teeth, smile almost wider than his face, "he'll be able to tell the difference."
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"you did what," ryousuke says, and jun shrugs, flicking the gossamer hem of his hood out of his face for the third time in as many minutes.
"i left a note," he says, matter-of-fact, as if this is a common play in the fairy godparent playbook. maybe it is; ryousuke is sure he doesn't want to know.
"and you signed it the pretty mystery boy," ryousuke says, voice the dangerous kind of calm, a smooth sheet of glass the moment before it shatters.
"well, i couldn't use your name," jun says, "and he clearly thought you were pretty."
"you didn't think he could figure it out from the shoe?" ryousuke is being very charitable, he feels, by not bringing up the fact that jun nearly tripped him on his way down the stairs to get him to drop it in the first place.
"better safe than sorry," jun says, punctuates the sentence with a judicious nod. ryousuke wants to scream. he'd just wanted a little adventure — a little bit of time out from under the suffocating responsibilties that make up his daily life, one night of freedom. some space to breathe and relax and have a little fun. it's not suppose to follow him home. "i mean, you do want him to chase you, right?"
"no," ryousuke says.
jun hums, a discomfittingly shrewd light in his eyes. he crosses his arms, the billowing sleeves of his robe swaying, perched in midair, sitting on something ryousuke can't see. he looks ridiculous but ryousuke is too off-balance to tell him so. "you like him," jun says, and ryousuke shakes his head, hand slicing through the air like he can physically cut jun off.
"i don't know him," he says, meaning it doesn't matter. it had been nice, kuramochi youichi looking at ryousuke like he'd never seen anything better in his life, candlight gleaming off polished tile, music lulling their limbs into an effortless synchronicity. if ryousuke lets himself, he can still feel the imprint of the prince's hands on his waist.
"he's going to come looking," jun says, feet kicking idly, swinging a good foot above the ground. ryousuke wants to knock him off of whatever it is he's sitting on, magical powers be damned. "i bet he would have even without the shoe."
"i'll hide," ryousuke says, feeling like he's being brave somehow by insisting he's already gotten everything he wants, that this is where the story is supposed to end. "i'll move into the attic."
"uh-huh," jun says, chin resting on his palm. he thinks he's got ryousuke's number and ryousuke hates it. "it's all right, you know."
"what is?" ryousuke says, irritated by jun's uncharacteristic calm.
"to let yourself want something."
ryousuke swears and jun laughs, lifting out of range of ryousuke's hands. "you're fired," ryousuke says, swatting at the trailing edge of jun's stupid irridescent robe, trying to get enough purchase to pull. "i never asked for this."
jun's cackling now, rolling back on his invisible seat, hair brushing the ceiling. ryousuke has too much dignity to make a jump for it, but he hopes with passionate vindictiveness that jun hits his head.
"i'll tell him it was haruichi," ryousuke says, desperate to prove some sort of point, even if he's lost track of exactly what that point is.
"oh, believe me," jun says, mouth full of teeth, smile almost wider than his face, "he'll be able to tell the difference."