Challenge – Yama Pair Shorts: 046 Haze
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neko_kirin3104046. Haze
Pair: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 030 Haze
Word count: 596
Series: Waku Waku Orphans
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Not everyone in Waku Waku was an orphan.
At least, that’s what some of them would like to believe.
“My Papa’s coming back for me,” Kazunari always insisted.
“My parents have money troubles so I’m staying here for a while,” so went Masaki’s tale.
“You’ve seen my Mama, right?” Jun would snap at anyone who dared to challenge his un-wantedness.
But the thing was, there were about a dozen different versions of the same story, at least five kids claiming each, and absolutely no way of proving the truthfulness of every unfulfilled promise nor the soundness of his friends’ minds.
Because what Sho could see as truth was that Kazunari had been here since the kid was seven...
It had been five years since Masaki’s parents had had that ‘money trouble’...
And Jun’s ‘Mama’ was a mere snapshot of a smiling woman that may or may not even be related to the boy—
“What about you? Where did you come from, Sho-chan?” Yoko asked casually while they were digging up potatoes from Old Man Joshima’s farm. The boy had since taken Sho’s place as Kazunari’s roommate and seemed to think that this had, by default, made them friends.
Sho was almost tempted to lie his way out of the barefaced question. He had never really been able to talk about his life with anyone. Not because he couldn’t remember, but because he didn’t want to relive that part of his life ever again.
“Outside,” he simply said, smirking in an attempt to make light of the matter.
“You’re funny.” Yoko giggled, tossing a couple of dirt-encrusted potatoes to the basket between them. “That’s where everybody came from! Except maybe for Oh-chan, that is.”
“Huh?” His potato missed its mark and rolled off to Yoko’s feet.
“Oh-chan’s been here for, like, FOR~EVER!” Yoko picked Sho’s potato and tossed it properly into their half-filled basket.
It had always amused Sho how everybody else around here called Satoshi ‘Oh-chan’ and talked about the boy with such fondness that one would think he owned Waku Waku to a degree, or was perhaps its beloved mascot.
“Some kids still believe he’s Aunt Matsuko’s secret son.” Yoko shook the basket slightly to even out their pile. “You know, those who never realized that Aunt Matsuko is actually a gay man.”
“Huh?” Sho’s potato missed again, but this time Yoko was quick enough to catch it and flick it into the basket.
“You look funny.”
Sho didn’t doubt this at all, what with his eyes practically leaping out of his face in utter disbelief. “Is Satoshi-kun—?”
“Of course not!” Yoko exclaimed, snorting in his laughter. “Geez, Sho-chan! Everything that Kazu said about you is true!”
Sho narrowed his eyes at the boy, lips pouting around an annoyed, “What?”
“All right!” Deliberately ignoring Sho, Yoko jumped to his feet and clapped his hands together in triumph. “I think we’ve got enough potatoes to keep Miss Ayase busy and our stomachs full for tonight.”
Sho sighed and tried his best to keep his wits about him as he and Yoko carried their harvest back down the path to Waku Waku.
But his efforts soon ended in vain when Yoko turned to him with a frown and a conspiratorial whisper, “Just between you and me, don’t believe anything anybody tells you around here, okay?”
He sneered and was about to crack a smartass quip about anybody including Yoko, when the suddenly grim looking boy added—
“Not even Oh-chan.”
Sho’s wits crumbled so fast, he swore he heard it gasp and groan on the way down.
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Pair: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 030 Haze
Word count: 596
Series: Waku Waku Orphans
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Not everyone in Waku Waku was an orphan.
At least, that’s what some of them would like to believe.
“My Papa’s coming back for me,” Kazunari always insisted.
“My parents have money troubles so I’m staying here for a while,” so went Masaki’s tale.
“You’ve seen my Mama, right?” Jun would snap at anyone who dared to challenge his un-wantedness.
But the thing was, there were about a dozen different versions of the same story, at least five kids claiming each, and absolutely no way of proving the truthfulness of every unfulfilled promise nor the soundness of his friends’ minds.
Because what Sho could see as truth was that Kazunari had been here since the kid was seven...
It had been five years since Masaki’s parents had had that ‘money trouble’...
And Jun’s ‘Mama’ was a mere snapshot of a smiling woman that may or may not even be related to the boy—
“What about you? Where did you come from, Sho-chan?” Yoko asked casually while they were digging up potatoes from Old Man Joshima’s farm. The boy had since taken Sho’s place as Kazunari’s roommate and seemed to think that this had, by default, made them friends.
Sho was almost tempted to lie his way out of the barefaced question. He had never really been able to talk about his life with anyone. Not because he couldn’t remember, but because he didn’t want to relive that part of his life ever again.
“Outside,” he simply said, smirking in an attempt to make light of the matter.
“You’re funny.” Yoko giggled, tossing a couple of dirt-encrusted potatoes to the basket between them. “That’s where everybody came from! Except maybe for Oh-chan, that is.”
“Huh?” His potato missed its mark and rolled off to Yoko’s feet.
“Oh-chan’s been here for, like, FOR~EVER!” Yoko picked Sho’s potato and tossed it properly into their half-filled basket.
It had always amused Sho how everybody else around here called Satoshi ‘Oh-chan’ and talked about the boy with such fondness that one would think he owned Waku Waku to a degree, or was perhaps its beloved mascot.
“Some kids still believe he’s Aunt Matsuko’s secret son.” Yoko shook the basket slightly to even out their pile. “You know, those who never realized that Aunt Matsuko is actually a gay man.”
“Huh?” Sho’s potato missed again, but this time Yoko was quick enough to catch it and flick it into the basket.
“You look funny.”
Sho didn’t doubt this at all, what with his eyes practically leaping out of his face in utter disbelief. “Is Satoshi-kun—?”
“Of course not!” Yoko exclaimed, snorting in his laughter. “Geez, Sho-chan! Everything that Kazu said about you is true!”
Sho narrowed his eyes at the boy, lips pouting around an annoyed, “What?”
“All right!” Deliberately ignoring Sho, Yoko jumped to his feet and clapped his hands together in triumph. “I think we’ve got enough potatoes to keep Miss Ayase busy and our stomachs full for tonight.”
Sho sighed and tried his best to keep his wits about him as he and Yoko carried their harvest back down the path to Waku Waku.
But his efforts soon ended in vain when Yoko turned to him with a frown and a conspiratorial whisper, “Just between you and me, don’t believe anything anybody tells you around here, okay?”
He sneered and was about to crack a smartass quip about anybody including Yoko, when the suddenly grim looking boy added—
“Not even Oh-chan.”
Sho’s wits crumbled so fast, he swore he heard it gasp and groan on the way down.
Next >>>>>
