Ship: Kinjou Shingo/Makishima Yusuke, Inui Sadaharu & Makishima Yusuke Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal Major Tags: character death Other Tags: past parent death, ghoooOOOOooosts Original Work:link Word Count: 548
*** There was a ghost standing in Kinjou’s upstairs window. He watched them walking up to the front door, and Makishima stared back at him.
Ever since he could remember, Makishima had seen ghosts.
He was never afraid of them, not even the gory victims of accidents or murders. They were sad things, lonely and frightened as they hung in the limbo between this life and the next. Sometimes they tried to reach out to him, to say something, but their voices didn’t exist on the living plane of reality. Other times, they just hovered nearby, and Makishima would talk to them until they disappeared. He never knew if they had passed on, or if they just got tired of listening to him. No one living ever believed him. All they saw was a weird rich kid talking to the air, and he didn’t have many friends. He stopped talking with the ghosts when he was ten. He still didn’t have many friends.
In high school, he was glad when he became known for his cycling instead. At least that was something he could control; something he had worked hard to be good at. He still saw the ghosts, everywhere he went, and he ignored them. He got good at that, too, and it became a closely guarded secret.
But he trusted Kinjou, who had been nothing but kind and understanding and respectful since they met. So he gathered his courage as they walked into the house, and, sounding much calmer than he felt, said, “Um, Kinjou… did you know your house is haunted?”
Kinjou turned to look at him, and Makishima braced himself for a very abrupt end to their friendship.
But Kinjou only sighed, looking faintly amused as the ghost in question glided down the stairs to stare at Makishima from the end of the hall.
“Makishima,” said Kinjou, “meet my dad.” Then, to the ghost: “Dad, this my teammate, Makishima Yusuke.”
Makishima bowed, smiling crookedly. “Nice to meet you,” he said, and for once, he didn’t feel like such a freak.
Later, he learned that he had inadvertently ruined a year and a half’s worth of Kinjou and Inui’s theorizing, just by existing, and he laughed until his sides ached.
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Kinjou was science-oriented, always in search of an answer, an explanation. He saw things in terms of quantifiable data, and used that to understand the world around him. It wasn’t enough to just know that things happen—he had to know why they happened. He used the rules of nature and the universe to understand Inui’s condition, to understand the occurrences that had bound him to the living world.
Makishima, on the other hand, simply knew. It was Kinjou who kept Inui here. It was Kaidou, it was his daughter, it was the old teammates and friends that couldn’t see him but missed him still. Inui had died young, and although Makishima never asked for specifics, he knew that it had been sudden. He knew that Inui was afraid to leave his family alone.
He also knew that Inui couldn’t stay forever.
Will you take care of him? Inui wrote, 12 years later.
All Makishima could do was nod.
The words disappeared from the page, and as the ceremony ended, so did Inui.
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: character death
Other Tags: past parent death, ghoooOOOOooosts
Original Work: link
Word Count: 548
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There was a ghost standing in Kinjou’s upstairs window. He watched them walking up to the front door, and Makishima stared back at him.
Ever since he could remember, Makishima had seen ghosts.
He was never afraid of them, not even the gory victims of accidents or murders. They were sad things, lonely and frightened as they hung in the limbo between this life and the next. Sometimes they tried to reach out to him, to say something, but their voices didn’t exist on the living plane of reality. Other times, they just hovered nearby, and Makishima would talk to them until they disappeared. He never knew if they had passed on, or if they just got tired of listening to him.
No one living ever believed him. All they saw was a weird rich kid talking to the air, and he didn’t have many friends. He stopped talking with the ghosts when he was ten. He still didn’t have many friends.
In high school, he was glad when he became known for his cycling instead. At least that was something he could control; something he had worked hard to be good at. He still saw the ghosts, everywhere he went, and he ignored them. He got good at that, too, and it became a closely guarded secret.
But he trusted Kinjou, who had been nothing but kind and understanding and respectful since they met. So he gathered his courage as they walked into the house, and, sounding much calmer than he felt, said, “Um, Kinjou… did you know your house is haunted?”
Kinjou turned to look at him, and Makishima braced himself for a very abrupt end to their friendship.
But Kinjou only sighed, looking faintly amused as the ghost in question glided down the stairs to stare at Makishima from the end of the hall.
“Makishima,” said Kinjou, “meet my dad.” Then, to the ghost: “Dad, this my teammate, Makishima Yusuke.”
Makishima bowed, smiling crookedly. “Nice to meet you,” he said, and for once, he didn’t feel like such a freak.
Later, he learned that he had inadvertently ruined a year and a half’s worth of Kinjou and Inui’s theorizing, just by existing, and he laughed until his sides ached.
Kinjou was science-oriented, always in search of an answer, an explanation. He saw things in terms of quantifiable data, and used that to understand the world around him. It wasn’t enough to just know that things happen—he had to know why they happened. He used the rules of nature and the universe to understand Inui’s condition, to understand the occurrences that had bound him to the living world.
Makishima, on the other hand, simply knew. It was Kinjou who kept Inui here. It was Kaidou, it was his daughter, it was the old teammates and friends that couldn’t see him but missed him still. Inui had died young, and although Makishima never asked for specifics, he knew that it had been sudden. He knew that Inui was afraid to leave his family alone.
He also knew that Inui couldn’t stay forever.
Will you take care of him? Inui wrote, 12 years later.
All Makishima could do was nod.
The words disappeared from the page, and as the ceremony ended, so did Inui.