Ship: nijihimu Fandom: knb Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Word Count: 424
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"next time," shuuzou hollers, "you are doing this by yourself!"
the chopper won't allow for quiet conversation, and with the adrenaline pumping through both their veins, tatsuya assumes it wouldn't have happened, anyway. the american pilot doesn't, as far as tatsuya knows, speak a word of japanese, so shuuzou hisses at him while they climb the sky. "this wasn't supposed to happen! you fucking check in with me when you're supposed to, you bastard, you never go off-comm! i am up there in this thing for a reason!"
it's comforting to know that shuuzou was worried. "you're like a mother hen," tatsuya chuckles, and immediately raises both arms to block the punch that comes.
"listen, you fucking--" shuuzou spits in english. they can both clock how the pilot watches them from the corner of her eye, and shuuzou forces a calm smile on his face. tatsuya loves to watch it grow, a handsome, measured thing that still wars with the piercing glare of his eyes.
he'd met shuuzou like this, too, when shuuzou had been a quick-handed fighter and tatsuya had just finished his special ops training, arrogant and relieved he'd made the final cut. they were both the tactical sort, both a little more hotheaded than they are now. "you're very beautiful when you're angry," tatsuya says aloud, and shuuzou pauses mid-swear just to stare at him. "you are."
"you know," shuuzou replies slowly, "i'm pretty sure of this, since i was watching everything with my scope and everything while you were down there, but are you sure someone didn't shoot you in the head?"
"...yes?"
"i'm just checking." shuuzou eyes him like he's a target a laughable fifty paces away: with contempt. "maybe someone hit you there, instead." they both know perfectly well that someone within striking distance of tatsuya's head wouldn't be alive to tell the tale. retrieval was a messy business, the price of their package today probably worth more than their lives and the chopper back to base combined. it's strapped to shuuzou's wrist, black gloves insulating shuuzou's wrist from the briefcase's handcuff.
"what happened to 'i'm so glad you're alive, sleep with me?'" tatsuya frowns. "i like that bit of the debriefing."
"i never say that part," shuuzou admits. "it just happens."
"can it happen a little bit now?" tatsuya offers him a smile, leans in to ghost his lips over shuuzou's mouth. "yeah?"
"yeah," shuuzou agrees, in english this time, and leans in just to tell him: i'm so glad youre with me now; i missed you.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T
Fandom: knb
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 424
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"next time," shuuzou hollers, "you are doing this by yourself!"
the chopper won't allow for quiet conversation, and with the adrenaline pumping through both their veins, tatsuya assumes it wouldn't have happened, anyway. the american pilot doesn't, as far as tatsuya knows, speak a word of japanese, so shuuzou hisses at him while they climb the sky. "this wasn't supposed to happen! you fucking check in with me when you're supposed to, you bastard, you never go off-comm! i am up there in this thing for a reason!"
it's comforting to know that shuuzou was worried. "you're like a mother hen," tatsuya chuckles, and immediately raises both arms to block the punch that comes.
"listen, you fucking--" shuuzou spits in english. they can both clock how the pilot watches them from the corner of her eye, and shuuzou forces a calm smile on his face. tatsuya loves to watch it grow, a handsome, measured thing that still wars with the piercing glare of his eyes.
he'd met shuuzou like this, too, when shuuzou had been a quick-handed fighter and tatsuya had just finished his special ops training, arrogant and relieved he'd made the final cut. they were both the tactical sort, both a little more hotheaded than they are now. "you're very beautiful when you're angry," tatsuya says aloud, and shuuzou pauses mid-swear just to stare at him. "you are."
"you know," shuuzou replies slowly, "i'm pretty sure of this, since i was watching everything with my scope and everything while you were down there, but are you sure someone didn't shoot you in the head?"
"...yes?"
"i'm just checking." shuuzou eyes him like he's a target a laughable fifty paces away: with contempt. "maybe someone hit you there, instead." they both know perfectly well that someone within striking distance of tatsuya's head wouldn't be alive to tell the tale. retrieval was a messy business, the price of their package today probably worth more than their lives and the chopper back to base combined. it's strapped to shuuzou's wrist, black gloves insulating shuuzou's wrist from the briefcase's handcuff.
"what happened to 'i'm so glad you're alive, sleep with me?'" tatsuya frowns. "i like that bit of the debriefing."
"i never say that part," shuuzou admits. "it just happens."
"can it happen a little bit now?" tatsuya offers him a smile, leans in to ghost his lips over shuuzou's mouth. "yeah?"
"yeah," shuuzou agrees, in english this time, and leans in just to tell him: i'm so glad youre with me now; i missed you.