[PoT] Niou/Yagyuu: Lunch (PG)
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firstlightHello. I have a retardedly pointless ficlet for you today. Oh dear...
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yuki_scorpio for the beginning, and elyndys for the middle. The end... *shrug* I'm sure it's someone else's fault. It couldn't possibly be mine. Could it? >) (I suck at writing this type of thing, so... never mind. :D )
Edit: Oh, screw it *grabs the uncreative title and runs with it for lack of better ideas* (I hate titles, can you tell?)
Title: Lunch
Rating: PG
Characters: Niou, Yagyuu
Summary etc: Niou doesn't get lunch. Yagyuu pays the price. Characters still aren't mine. Somewhere in the region of 1200 words.
“What do you mean, you didn’t bring any food?” Niou snapped, glaring at Yagyuu. “You always bring food. Don’t tell me you forgot.”
Yagyuu adjusted his glasses. “I did not bring any food. Perhaps if you would remember to bring your own food from time to time, Niou-kun, you would not have to worry about my... carelessness.”
There was something about the way his glasses glinted on the last word that Niou just didn’t like.
“This is about the thing with the sesame seeds, isn’t it?” he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets and glaring at a spot on the ground near Yagyuu’s feet. “I said I was sorry.”
“But you lied,” Yagyuu pointed out, with entirely too much certainty.
“Only a little bit.” It had been worth it, Niou had to admit, if only to himself. Kirihara would probably never eat anything with sesame in it again. But it had cost Yagyuu most of his lunch. A small sacrifice. Though possibly more of a sacrifice than he’d thought, if Yagyuu was going to be a bastard about it and stop giving him food. He might even have to bring in his own damn lunch to school. “Come on, Yagyuu. I know you’ve got food hidden somewhere. You’re just trying to get rid of me so you can eat in peace.”
“You may believe whatever you wish, of course,” Yagyuu told him. “You usually do. Now, excuse me.”
“Running away?” Niou asked, following automatically mostly because Yagyuu didn’t want him to.
“I am going to the cafeteria,” Yagyuu told him, in terms of infinite patience. “To buy food. Because I did not bring any. Please do not waste my time. Everything will be sold out.”
“And what am I meant to do?”
That earned him a Look. “Be inventive. That is what you are best at, correct?”
Well, fine. He could steal cafeteria food from Yagyuu just as easily as if it’d been a packed lunch. Yagyuu’s expression seemed to be promising terrible things if he tried it, but if he had a sense of self-preservation then life would be so much less interesting.
It seemed he’d underestimated Yagyuu, though, he decided grumpily after three quarters of an hour and absolutely no food. He’d been defeated at every turn in an irritatingly casual sort of way. Yagyuu’s elbow connecting with his fingers apparently entirely by accident had been especially offputting - more so when combined with the faintest of smirks which implied that Yagyuu knew exactly what he was doing.
Niou was unimpressed. And hungry.
He spent the maths class immediately after lunch staring at the back of Yagyuu’s neck, delighting in just how much this actually distracted Yagyuu, who kept throwing him irritable glances over his shoulder until the teacher began to notice. Niou kept staring, and he could tell it was bugging Yagyuu, even though there was no more obvious response.
He cornered Yagyuu between classes, when they were already running late because Yagyuu had been speaking with the teacher and Niou had been hanging around being a nuisance in the background. The fact that Yagyuu didn’t even flinch when Niou threw an arm around him from behind and bit at the back of his neck slightly too roughly was a pretty good measure of how used to Niou’s antics he was, and Niou could’ve imagined the not-at-all-angry noise Yagyuu made under his breath right before he detached himself and turned to fix Niou with his best glare, but he really didn’t think he had. Score one, then.
“What do you think you are doing?” Yagyuu snapped at him, not even bothering to keep his voice down.
“You didn’t feed me,” Niou replied, satisfied with the reaction. But still hungry.
“I am not a substitute for food,” Yagyuu pointed out, exasperated but smart enough to spot that he was being wound up. Niou could see him struggling not to take the bait.
“Well, technically,” Niou corrected, noting the twitch starting in Yagyuu’s eyebrow, “you’ve got a decent protein content, and you should be perfectly edible. Unless you’ve got some weird disease. Have you?”
Oh yeah. Definitely a twitch.
“I do not have time for this,” Yagyuu settled on eventually, turning away. “And neither do you. Go to class.”
“Going, going.” Though he couldn’t resist reaching out and pressing his fingers against the spot he bit, pushing Yagyuu’s hair aside to inspect the damage. “And it’s your fault if I die of hunger.”
“I might be given an award,” Yagyuu told him drily, and strode away. Niou followed, slouching, and tried to ignore his growling stomach.
He spent the chemistry lesson which followed carefully and surreptitiously adjusting all of Yagyuu’s equipment for the experiment they were doing to be just a fraction off, and watched the irritation grow. He did briefly wonder whether he should just steal some food from Marui at the next opportunity, on the basis that he was guaranteed to have something on him, didn’t punch as hard as Kirihara, and didn’t have the capacity for creative evil which Yagyuu was almost certainly hiding somewhere in that head of his. But, damn it, it was all Yagyuu’s fault he was hungry - kind of, maybe, but if it wasn’t Yagyuu’s fault then it was Niou’s and Niou never admitted to being in the wrong if there was any way to avoid it - and Yagyuu was going to fix it.
It was only a matter of time.
Yagyuu had stamina, though (and even in this context the thought made Niou smirk a little) - it took all day, and most of tennis practice, and it was only by strategically appearing to be on the verge of collapse that he finally got Yagyuu to snap.
“Your overacting is hideous today,” Yagyuu told him, dragging him off to one side, “which I suppose means you must really be hungry.”
“Mm,” Niou agreed. “And I actually didn’t mean to hit that first-year. Getting careless as I waste away.”
Yagyuu was probably rolling his eyes behind his glasses. “I am sure that will be a great consolation to him. If he ever decides to return.”
“It wasn’t that fast a ball,” Niou pointed out, amused, before remembering that he was meant to be the hapless victim. At least until he had a promise of food from Yagyuu, preferably with witnesses. Yagyuu raised an eyebrow at him.
“I will get you something after practice if you promise to stop being so painfully dramatic.”
“And tomorrow?”
“That,” Yagyuu told him, smirking, “rather depends on you. I am certain you must owe me compensation of some kind.”
Niou let his gaze drift very deliberately down Yagyuu’s body. “I’m sure something can be arranged,” he murmured, deeply amused at the way Yagyuu simply adjusted his glasses and did his best to look indifferent.
“Then I believe we have a truce,” Yagyuu said at length, presumably when he’d dealt with the mental images Niou had just given him. “Shall we get back? People are beginning to stare.”
“Sure.” They stepped back onto the courts together, Niou’s dying martyr act entirely forgotten. “Let’s give them something to stare at.”
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yuki_scorpio for the beginning, and elyndys for the middle. The end... *shrug* I'm sure it's someone else's fault. It couldn't possibly be mine. Could it? >) (I suck at writing this type of thing, so... never mind. :D )Edit: Oh, screw it *grabs the uncreative title and runs with it for lack of better ideas* (I hate titles, can you tell?)
Title: Lunch
Rating: PG
Characters: Niou, Yagyuu
Summary etc: Niou doesn't get lunch. Yagyuu pays the price. Characters still aren't mine. Somewhere in the region of 1200 words.
“What do you mean, you didn’t bring any food?” Niou snapped, glaring at Yagyuu. “You always bring food. Don’t tell me you forgot.”
Yagyuu adjusted his glasses. “I did not bring any food. Perhaps if you would remember to bring your own food from time to time, Niou-kun, you would not have to worry about my... carelessness.”
There was something about the way his glasses glinted on the last word that Niou just didn’t like.
“This is about the thing with the sesame seeds, isn’t it?” he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets and glaring at a spot on the ground near Yagyuu’s feet. “I said I was sorry.”
“But you lied,” Yagyuu pointed out, with entirely too much certainty.
“Only a little bit.” It had been worth it, Niou had to admit, if only to himself. Kirihara would probably never eat anything with sesame in it again. But it had cost Yagyuu most of his lunch. A small sacrifice. Though possibly more of a sacrifice than he’d thought, if Yagyuu was going to be a bastard about it and stop giving him food. He might even have to bring in his own damn lunch to school. “Come on, Yagyuu. I know you’ve got food hidden somewhere. You’re just trying to get rid of me so you can eat in peace.”
“You may believe whatever you wish, of course,” Yagyuu told him. “You usually do. Now, excuse me.”
“Running away?” Niou asked, following automatically mostly because Yagyuu didn’t want him to.
“I am going to the cafeteria,” Yagyuu told him, in terms of infinite patience. “To buy food. Because I did not bring any. Please do not waste my time. Everything will be sold out.”
“And what am I meant to do?”
That earned him a Look. “Be inventive. That is what you are best at, correct?”
Well, fine. He could steal cafeteria food from Yagyuu just as easily as if it’d been a packed lunch. Yagyuu’s expression seemed to be promising terrible things if he tried it, but if he had a sense of self-preservation then life would be so much less interesting.
It seemed he’d underestimated Yagyuu, though, he decided grumpily after three quarters of an hour and absolutely no food. He’d been defeated at every turn in an irritatingly casual sort of way. Yagyuu’s elbow connecting with his fingers apparently entirely by accident had been especially offputting - more so when combined with the faintest of smirks which implied that Yagyuu knew exactly what he was doing.
Niou was unimpressed. And hungry.
He spent the maths class immediately after lunch staring at the back of Yagyuu’s neck, delighting in just how much this actually distracted Yagyuu, who kept throwing him irritable glances over his shoulder until the teacher began to notice. Niou kept staring, and he could tell it was bugging Yagyuu, even though there was no more obvious response.
He cornered Yagyuu between classes, when they were already running late because Yagyuu had been speaking with the teacher and Niou had been hanging around being a nuisance in the background. The fact that Yagyuu didn’t even flinch when Niou threw an arm around him from behind and bit at the back of his neck slightly too roughly was a pretty good measure of how used to Niou’s antics he was, and Niou could’ve imagined the not-at-all-angry noise Yagyuu made under his breath right before he detached himself and turned to fix Niou with his best glare, but he really didn’t think he had. Score one, then.
“What do you think you are doing?” Yagyuu snapped at him, not even bothering to keep his voice down.
“You didn’t feed me,” Niou replied, satisfied with the reaction. But still hungry.
“I am not a substitute for food,” Yagyuu pointed out, exasperated but smart enough to spot that he was being wound up. Niou could see him struggling not to take the bait.
“Well, technically,” Niou corrected, noting the twitch starting in Yagyuu’s eyebrow, “you’ve got a decent protein content, and you should be perfectly edible. Unless you’ve got some weird disease. Have you?”
Oh yeah. Definitely a twitch.
“I do not have time for this,” Yagyuu settled on eventually, turning away. “And neither do you. Go to class.”
“Going, going.” Though he couldn’t resist reaching out and pressing his fingers against the spot he bit, pushing Yagyuu’s hair aside to inspect the damage. “And it’s your fault if I die of hunger.”
“I might be given an award,” Yagyuu told him drily, and strode away. Niou followed, slouching, and tried to ignore his growling stomach.
He spent the chemistry lesson which followed carefully and surreptitiously adjusting all of Yagyuu’s equipment for the experiment they were doing to be just a fraction off, and watched the irritation grow. He did briefly wonder whether he should just steal some food from Marui at the next opportunity, on the basis that he was guaranteed to have something on him, didn’t punch as hard as Kirihara, and didn’t have the capacity for creative evil which Yagyuu was almost certainly hiding somewhere in that head of his. But, damn it, it was all Yagyuu’s fault he was hungry - kind of, maybe, but if it wasn’t Yagyuu’s fault then it was Niou’s and Niou never admitted to being in the wrong if there was any way to avoid it - and Yagyuu was going to fix it.
It was only a matter of time.
Yagyuu had stamina, though (and even in this context the thought made Niou smirk a little) - it took all day, and most of tennis practice, and it was only by strategically appearing to be on the verge of collapse that he finally got Yagyuu to snap.
“Your overacting is hideous today,” Yagyuu told him, dragging him off to one side, “which I suppose means you must really be hungry.”
“Mm,” Niou agreed. “And I actually didn’t mean to hit that first-year. Getting careless as I waste away.”
Yagyuu was probably rolling his eyes behind his glasses. “I am sure that will be a great consolation to him. If he ever decides to return.”
“It wasn’t that fast a ball,” Niou pointed out, amused, before remembering that he was meant to be the hapless victim. At least until he had a promise of food from Yagyuu, preferably with witnesses. Yagyuu raised an eyebrow at him.
“I will get you something after practice if you promise to stop being so painfully dramatic.”
“And tomorrow?”
“That,” Yagyuu told him, smirking, “rather depends on you. I am certain you must owe me compensation of some kind.”
Niou let his gaze drift very deliberately down Yagyuu’s body. “I’m sure something can be arranged,” he murmured, deeply amused at the way Yagyuu simply adjusted his glasses and did his best to look indifferent.
“Then I believe we have a truce,” Yagyuu said at length, presumably when he’d dealt with the mental images Niou had just given him. “Shall we get back? People are beginning to stare.”
“Sure.” They stepped back onto the courts together, Niou’s dying martyr act entirely forgotten. “Let’s give them something to stare at.”
