[Fic] Derelict (PoT, D1)
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diamondlifeTitle: Derelict
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: D1
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for offscreen sex.
Notes: Haha, I started this one at Squeefest, based on the prompt object of a piece of broken glass. I guessed I might as well post it, seeing as I'd done it. The place is entirely based on somewhere me and Brendan used to go - a abandoned hamlet called Hades. *grin*
They walked miles outside the city, further than Niou had ever taken him before, and he wondered how Niou knew about this place. Wondered if he'd found it that time when Yagyuu had gone away with his family for two weeks, and, when he'd got back, had found Niou on his doorstep, in his shirt sleeves on a drizzly Saturday evening. He never asked how long Niou had been waiting, because he wouldn’t have known if the answer was true.
They were in woodland, a steep path ascending the hill. Yagyuu first noticed the water butt, rusted through, water from the spring pouring through it. Niou cupped his hand in it, tasted the cool, clear water; raised his hand to Yagyuu's lips too, but Yagyuu shook his head.
They passed antiquated farm equipment, swallowed by ferns and creepers, and Yagyuu wondered where the farmland could have been, whether the woodland had grown over it since it had been abandoned.
Niou pressed on, quicker near the top of the hill, not out of breath at all, and Yagyuu spotted fallen stones and slates, ivy hiding a wall – a row of empty houses.
In the doorway of the first one, Niou stopped, turning to Yagyuu with that grin. "Well?"
Yagyuu looked past him - there was wallpaper on the walls still, lino on the floor.
Niou grabbed his hand and they went inside. "It's cool, isn't it?"
Yagyuu didn't reply. He kept looking: there was a stone sink in the kitchen wall, no taps, broken glass from the window on the counter and the floor.
There were newspaper pages papering the kitchen floor, and Yagyuu crouched to see the date, but he couldn't make it out on the muddied paper. Behind him he could hear Niou taking pictures and making sounds of approval.
"Please don't tell me this is where you meant when you said you were thinking of moving out of your parents' house."
Niou grinned. "What, you don't wanna move in here with me?"
Yagyuu shook his head. "I think the commute to school would be inconvenient."
Niou laughed. "OK, I guess you'll just have to come visit at weekends."
Yagyuu didn't say anything, but when Niou crouched right in front of him, looking up into his face, he knew he didn’t have to.
"There's loads of teachers who'd love me to never go to school again. Say I'm wasting my potential."
"It's not like you to prove them right," Yagyuu said, trying to keep his tone neutral.
Niou stared at him, face obstinate. "There's other ways of making the most of myself."
"Like becoming a vagrant?" Yagyuu was finding it harder to keep his voice even.
Niou stood up again and turned away. "Travel builds character. Lets you learn to be self-sufficient."
Before Yagyuu could think of anything to say to that, Niou had disappeared out of the room. Yagyuu could hear him clattering up the stairs and over his head. Dust fell and the window panes rattled, and Yagyuu followed him.
"Don’t come on here," warned Niou as Yagyuu neared the top of the stairs. "There's massive holes in the floor, I don’t think it'll take both of us."
Yagyuu climbed up and stood on one of the beams, exposed through rotting floorboards. Niou turned and took a photo of him, smiling as he looked at the result. "Careful, you'll get cobwebs on your jacket."
"Where are you going to go? If you travel." Yagyuu's voice sounded too loud under the bare rafters.
Niou gave him a strange look. "Y'know, I'm not really going to become a hobo and live in a hovel. You looked kinda worried there." He made his way carelessly back across the beams and leaned against the filthy wall, next to Yagyuu.
Yagyuu felt suddenly claustrophobic, itchy under his skin. He turned and went back down the stairs. "You're probably right. Travelling will be good for you."
The stairs shook as Niou jumped down them after him. Yagyuu just wanted to get out; the house was suddenly oppressive and creepy with its aged wallpaper and peeling formica and the single shoe on the floor. It wasn't a shell, it wasn't a relic he could examine, detached and curious – it was a cold body, unburied. Too close to life.
Yagyuu headed for the door, and tensed when he felt Niou grip his arm.
"Hey, are you OK?"
Yagyuu hesitated. "Let's go back," he said eventually.
It seemed to take longer to get home than it had to get there, which wasn't the usual way these things went, but maybe they took a wrong turn without noticing. It was getting dark by the time they got back to Niou's house, and Yagyuu called his parents to say he was staying over.
Niou was surprised. "That's unusual, for a Sunday night – you usually wanna go home and do your homework without distractions." He grinned, and added "But I won't complain, if you wanna use our time more productively." He slid his arms round Yagyuu's waist from behind, pressed close and ran his tongue up from Yagyuu's collar to his ear.
Yagyuu smiled faintly, half-surprised at how welcome Niou's touch was, warm on his body. "Well, it's like you said. There are other ways to show my worth. I'll have plenty of time for school - later."
Niou looked delighted, and Yagyuu let himself be pulled down onto the bed, even though it was only 9.30 and they could hear Niou's sister talking on the phone in the room next door.
It didn't seem worth getting up again after, so they kissed under the damp sheet, lazy and content, until they were too drowsy to do it anymore.
Yagyuu closed his eyes in the almost-darkness and linked his fingers with Niou's, feeling a bit pathetic but not wanting to not be touching.
It was a while later when Niou murmured, close to his ear, "I'll come back, y'know."
Yagyuu smiled, and didn't try to make himself believe it.
END
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: D1
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for offscreen sex.
Notes: Haha, I started this one at Squeefest, based on the prompt object of a piece of broken glass. I guessed I might as well post it, seeing as I'd done it. The place is entirely based on somewhere me and Brendan used to go - a abandoned hamlet called Hades. *grin*
They walked miles outside the city, further than Niou had ever taken him before, and he wondered how Niou knew about this place. Wondered if he'd found it that time when Yagyuu had gone away with his family for two weeks, and, when he'd got back, had found Niou on his doorstep, in his shirt sleeves on a drizzly Saturday evening. He never asked how long Niou had been waiting, because he wouldn’t have known if the answer was true.
They were in woodland, a steep path ascending the hill. Yagyuu first noticed the water butt, rusted through, water from the spring pouring through it. Niou cupped his hand in it, tasted the cool, clear water; raised his hand to Yagyuu's lips too, but Yagyuu shook his head.
They passed antiquated farm equipment, swallowed by ferns and creepers, and Yagyuu wondered where the farmland could have been, whether the woodland had grown over it since it had been abandoned.
Niou pressed on, quicker near the top of the hill, not out of breath at all, and Yagyuu spotted fallen stones and slates, ivy hiding a wall – a row of empty houses.
In the doorway of the first one, Niou stopped, turning to Yagyuu with that grin. "Well?"
Yagyuu looked past him - there was wallpaper on the walls still, lino on the floor.
Niou grabbed his hand and they went inside. "It's cool, isn't it?"
Yagyuu didn't reply. He kept looking: there was a stone sink in the kitchen wall, no taps, broken glass from the window on the counter and the floor.
There were newspaper pages papering the kitchen floor, and Yagyuu crouched to see the date, but he couldn't make it out on the muddied paper. Behind him he could hear Niou taking pictures and making sounds of approval.
"Please don't tell me this is where you meant when you said you were thinking of moving out of your parents' house."
Niou grinned. "What, you don't wanna move in here with me?"
Yagyuu shook his head. "I think the commute to school would be inconvenient."
Niou laughed. "OK, I guess you'll just have to come visit at weekends."
Yagyuu didn't say anything, but when Niou crouched right in front of him, looking up into his face, he knew he didn’t have to.
"There's loads of teachers who'd love me to never go to school again. Say I'm wasting my potential."
"It's not like you to prove them right," Yagyuu said, trying to keep his tone neutral.
Niou stared at him, face obstinate. "There's other ways of making the most of myself."
"Like becoming a vagrant?" Yagyuu was finding it harder to keep his voice even.
Niou stood up again and turned away. "Travel builds character. Lets you learn to be self-sufficient."
Before Yagyuu could think of anything to say to that, Niou had disappeared out of the room. Yagyuu could hear him clattering up the stairs and over his head. Dust fell and the window panes rattled, and Yagyuu followed him.
"Don’t come on here," warned Niou as Yagyuu neared the top of the stairs. "There's massive holes in the floor, I don’t think it'll take both of us."
Yagyuu climbed up and stood on one of the beams, exposed through rotting floorboards. Niou turned and took a photo of him, smiling as he looked at the result. "Careful, you'll get cobwebs on your jacket."
"Where are you going to go? If you travel." Yagyuu's voice sounded too loud under the bare rafters.
Niou gave him a strange look. "Y'know, I'm not really going to become a hobo and live in a hovel. You looked kinda worried there." He made his way carelessly back across the beams and leaned against the filthy wall, next to Yagyuu.
Yagyuu felt suddenly claustrophobic, itchy under his skin. He turned and went back down the stairs. "You're probably right. Travelling will be good for you."
The stairs shook as Niou jumped down them after him. Yagyuu just wanted to get out; the house was suddenly oppressive and creepy with its aged wallpaper and peeling formica and the single shoe on the floor. It wasn't a shell, it wasn't a relic he could examine, detached and curious – it was a cold body, unburied. Too close to life.
Yagyuu headed for the door, and tensed when he felt Niou grip his arm.
"Hey, are you OK?"
Yagyuu hesitated. "Let's go back," he said eventually.
It seemed to take longer to get home than it had to get there, which wasn't the usual way these things went, but maybe they took a wrong turn without noticing. It was getting dark by the time they got back to Niou's house, and Yagyuu called his parents to say he was staying over.
Niou was surprised. "That's unusual, for a Sunday night – you usually wanna go home and do your homework without distractions." He grinned, and added "But I won't complain, if you wanna use our time more productively." He slid his arms round Yagyuu's waist from behind, pressed close and ran his tongue up from Yagyuu's collar to his ear.
Yagyuu smiled faintly, half-surprised at how welcome Niou's touch was, warm on his body. "Well, it's like you said. There are other ways to show my worth. I'll have plenty of time for school - later."
Niou looked delighted, and Yagyuu let himself be pulled down onto the bed, even though it was only 9.30 and they could hear Niou's sister talking on the phone in the room next door.
It didn't seem worth getting up again after, so they kissed under the damp sheet, lazy and content, until they were too drowsy to do it anymore.
Yagyuu closed his eyes in the almost-darkness and linked his fingers with Niou's, feeling a bit pathetic but not wanting to not be touching.
It was a while later when Niou murmured, close to his ear, "I'll come back, y'know."
Yagyuu smiled, and didn't try to make himself believe it.
END
