Ship: Ishido Natsuo/Ninomiya Kei Fandom: Teppu Major Tags: None Other Tags: None Word Count: 844
all i have to say about this is that inspiration sometimes strikes in the weirdest of ways, and thats okay o|-(
***
When Kei invites her over, Natsuo is… surprised. She doesn’t want to say she’s shocked but she knows that the way she opens her eyes at Kei, disbelieving and questioning, doesn’t leave much room for other assumptions.
Kei just parts her lips, a smile that could rival light itself with its brightness, and asks in an almost melodic voice:
“Is it the first time a friend invites you over, Na-chan?”
Followed by a laugh at however it is Natsuo contorts her face in response.
“No, it’s not the first time—“ It’s just been…
a while.
Kei’s laughter passes softly, drowned by a hum that acknowledges the reply without pressing any further. It occurs to Natsuo that Kei is capricious in a way — The way she’ll call her out one second, then kindly give her space in the other, with no frequency nor pattern she can pick upon.
Maybe she just doesn’t get her that well quite yet.
“Well, in any case, you are welcome to come home with me.” Sometimes Natsuo is fairly sure Kei’s eyes fall on her with brimming, barely-contained amusement. She thinks she might be doing it now. “I know you have training in the evening so I won’t keep you long. I just want to show you something.”
Kei’s possibly-amused face shifts to excitement. She’s practically vibrating with it. (It’s cute.)
“What is it?”, Natsuo asks, though she already knows the answer.
“It’s a secret.”
—
It might be worth clarifying that when Natsuo thought she knew the answer, she meant that there would be no answer. But even then, what Kei ends up showing her as soon as they’re past the front door and into the living room is… not really what she had expected.
“Ah, she’s just a little, playful”, Kei explains apologetically as she picks up a thin, black cat from between what could only be described as a small chaos of destruction — torn apart news papers and bits of cat food everywhere, a bowl knocked over offering a persuasive explanation to that… she steals a look at the curtains and sure enough there’s little wholes in the fabric, torn around the top in a shape that couldn’t look as anything but a claw-mark. There’s a… corpse, of what probably used to be a mouse toy once upon a time (like maybe this morning) laying gutted with its cottony insides all over the place in such a fashion that it strikes Natsuo as gory.
A fluffy mug getting shoved under her nose stops her casual damage assessment. From above it she can see Kei grinning like she isn’t standing in the middle of a disaster zone.
“Na-chan, this is Nana! I rescued her yesterday!”
(… N-Nana…?)
“Rescued?” The cat wiggles in the air. Kei presses it over her shoulder before it gets a chance to autograph Natsuo’s face.
“Mhm! See, she’s roamed the neighborhood for a while now.” Kei puts the cat own. It immediately sprints towards nothing, jumps like a malfunctioning string in the air, and tackles an unsuspecting sock like it will knock the life out of it that way. “She doesn’t like people and kept killing the birds around. She also beat up a couple of domestic cats, I think? It was really troublesome.” It sounds dumb but Natsuo’s pretty sure the cat is beating up the sock, biting it and clawing at it with its hinder legs, springing to its feet and swinging it around in its mouth, then running across the room with it. “A few neighbors where even talking about putting her down. Can you believe it?”
The cat drops the sock at Kei’s feet, with way more pride than an already dead trophy deserves. Weirder than that though, is that it stops in the middle of rubbing around Kei’s legs to stare up at Natsuo.
And bristle.
“It took a while to get her to trust me enough that it’d come inside, and let me take her to the vet, and all that—“ Kei, either unaware or unconcerned by the glares being exchanged between Na-chan and Nana-chan, wraps up the story. “But now she’s finally here! Isn’t she cute?”
Natsuo can’t help but notice that the cat lets Kei pick it up and hug it unexpectedly easy. Or that it bumps against her lips when she places a kiss on her forehead.
“So, Na-chan, what do you th—“
“Kei, that cat—“ is evil… no, even she knows she shouldn’t say that. “has a terrible personality.”
Kei looks at her, halting in the middle of flattening the little demon’s fur with kisses. Blinks.
Then laughs, like Natsuo made a joke. (Wait, hasn’t she heard that phrase before, actually—? Ah.)
She’d blush if she were the type, and right now she’s doing her best to stubbornly believe that she’s not.
“Maybe I like them that way”, she replies, the end of her sentence muffled against Nana-chan’s whiskers pressing against her cheek. The cat is purring like a motorcycle and isn’t shy about demanding (and stealing) Kei’s attention.
FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING G
Fandom: Teppu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 844
all i have to say about this is that inspiration sometimes strikes in the weirdest of ways, and thats okay o|-(
***
When Kei invites her over, Natsuo is… surprised. She doesn’t want to say she’s shocked but she knows that the way she opens her eyes at Kei, disbelieving and questioning, doesn’t leave much room for other assumptions.
Kei just parts her lips, a smile that could rival light itself with its brightness, and asks in an almost melodic voice:
“Is it the first time a friend invites you over, Na-chan?”
Followed by a laugh at however it is Natsuo contorts her face in response.
“No, it’s not the first time—“ It’s just been…
a while.
Kei’s laughter passes softly, drowned by a hum that acknowledges the reply without pressing any further. It occurs to Natsuo that Kei is capricious in a way — The way she’ll call her out one second, then kindly give her space in the other, with no frequency nor pattern she can pick upon.
Maybe she just doesn’t get her that well quite yet.
“Well, in any case, you are welcome to come home with me.” Sometimes Natsuo is fairly sure Kei’s eyes fall on her with brimming, barely-contained amusement. She thinks she might be doing it now. “I know you have training in the evening so I won’t keep you long. I just want to show you something.”
Kei’s possibly-amused face shifts to excitement. She’s practically vibrating with it. (It’s cute.)
“What is it?”, Natsuo asks, though she already knows the answer.
“It’s a secret.”
—
It might be worth clarifying that when Natsuo thought she knew the answer, she meant that there would be no answer. But even then, what Kei ends up showing her as soon as they’re past the front door and into the living room is… not really what she had expected.
“Ah, she’s just a little, playful”, Kei explains apologetically as she picks up a thin, black cat from between what could only be described as a small chaos of destruction — torn apart news papers and bits of cat food everywhere, a bowl knocked over offering a persuasive explanation to that… she steals a look at the curtains and sure enough there’s little wholes in the fabric, torn around the top in a shape that couldn’t look as anything but a claw-mark. There’s a… corpse, of what probably used to be a mouse toy once upon a time (like maybe this morning) laying gutted with its cottony insides all over the place in such a fashion that it strikes Natsuo as gory.
A fluffy mug getting shoved under her nose stops her casual damage assessment. From above it she can see Kei grinning like she isn’t standing in the middle of a disaster zone.
“Na-chan, this is Nana! I rescued her yesterday!”
(… N-Nana…?)
“Rescued?” The cat wiggles in the air. Kei presses it over her shoulder before it gets a chance to autograph Natsuo’s face.
“Mhm! See, she’s roamed the neighborhood for a while now.” Kei puts the cat own. It immediately sprints towards nothing, jumps like a malfunctioning string in the air, and tackles an unsuspecting sock like it will knock the life out of it that way. “She doesn’t like people and kept killing the birds around. She also beat up a couple of domestic cats, I think? It was really troublesome.” It sounds dumb but Natsuo’s pretty sure the cat is beating up the sock, biting it and clawing at it with its hinder legs, springing to its feet and swinging it around in its mouth, then running across the room with it. “A few neighbors where even talking about putting her down. Can you believe it?”
The cat drops the sock at Kei’s feet, with way more pride than an already dead trophy deserves. Weirder than that though, is that it stops in the middle of rubbing around Kei’s legs to stare up at Natsuo.
And bristle.
“It took a while to get her to trust me enough that it’d come inside, and let me take her to the vet, and all that—“ Kei, either unaware or unconcerned by the glares being exchanged between Na-chan and Nana-chan, wraps up the story. “But now she’s finally here! Isn’t she cute?”
Natsuo can’t help but notice that the cat lets Kei pick it up and hug it unexpectedly easy. Or that it bumps against her lips when she places a kiss on her forehead.
“So, Na-chan, what do you th—“
“Kei, that cat—“ is evil… no, even she knows she shouldn’t say that. “has a terrible personality.”
Kei looks at her, halting in the middle of flattening the little demon’s fur with kisses. Blinks.
Then laughs, like Natsuo made a joke. (Wait, hasn’t she heard that phrase before, actually—? Ah.)
She’d blush if she were the type, and right now she’s doing her best to stubbornly believe that she’s not.
“Maybe I like them that way”, she replies, the end of her sentence muffled against Nana-chan’s whiskers pressing against her cheek. The cat is purring like a motorcycle and isn’t shy about demanding (and stealing) Kei’s attention.
Natsuo is jealous.