Challenge – Yama Pair Shorts: 065 Birthday
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neko_kirin3104065. Birthday
Pair/s: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 092 Author’s Choice
Rating: PG-13
Word: 1504
Summary: It’s everybody’s last birthday. And a prelude to the truth about Kazunari.
Series: Prism (formerly, Waku Waku Orphans)
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Having his arm all bundled up in a cast mellowed Sho down tremendously.
He seemed to have forgotten about Jun, too. Or that he had just cannonballed down a flight of stairs the previous night.
And if Satoshi could be any happier about this, the warm sunny weather they were enjoying right now might just turn red-hot and blistering without warning.
“Ne, Oh-chan,” Masaki bumped his shoulder and took his attention away from the small troupe of Kitagawa and Yoshimoto boys huddled together in one corner of the courtyard, asses flat on the ground and shaky legs all up in the air in a rather raunchy V-shaped stretch. “Why can’t you just be the ‘Rain Man’ again, huh?”
He turned to the boy just as Chunyuu Shingo ordered his troupe to their feet to do-over his dodosuko dance routine. Satoshi couldn’t help smirking at the collective whines that met this demand, even as he replied, “What for? Didn’t you always say how much you love the sun?”
“Well, I do love the sun.” Masaki sighed and twirled his harmonica between his fingers. “I just really miss the rain sometimes, you know?”
“Hmm...” Satoshi fixed his gaze on Sho who was at the moment caught up in a rather animated conversation with Kazunari on a bench in another part of the yard. “I don’t really think it’s going to rain any time soon, though.” His lips began to purse mindlessly at the memory of the kiss they shared last night. It might have been brief, just a flitting touch because it’s all he knew to do, but it meant everything.
“Besides, it’s not even Oh-chan’s birthday today, you idiot,” Quirky Shingo mumbled, casually picking his nose. A habit that the boy had undoubtedly picked up from Satoshi.
Satoshi himself didn’t know where he got that habit from, though. All he knew was how it used to drive Aunt Matsuko insane. Sho didn’t seem to particularly mind. Except that it’s always one of the first things that the boy would point out whenever he’s teasing Satoshi, aside from his unflagging ability to fall asleep wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. And those instances when he would just zone out in the middle of a class—
He wondered what the boy would say if he told him that it’s Sho that he thought about whenever he looked like he’s not thinking about anything at all.
“Why can’t it be my birthday today then?” he mused, before pointing to Quirky Shingo on his left, “Or yours?” then to Masaki on his right, “Or yours?”
“We get to share your birthday now?” Masaki exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief. “Boy, Oh-chan! You are so gonna break Maru’s heart!”
“Well, he gets to share it, too.” He glanced at Maru, who had been chasing some kids around with a toilet plunger horn stuck to the hardhat on his head. The one that Okada-sensei had been going around in circles searching for since breakfast. Abi himself had probably leant the plunger.
“He’s always shared it, you know,” Quirky Shingo pointed out, flicking boogers to the wind. “But you told him you didn’t want him to.”
“Yeah,” Masaki agreed, still fiddling with his harmonica. “So he always got his birthday party and presents a week later.”
“Then everybody gets to share my birthday today, okay? No exceptions!” Satoshi declared with a chuckling lilt, jumping up to the bench and spreading out his arms while screaming, “Happy birthday everybody!”
There’s just about a moment of silence, when every single boy in the yard froze as one in mid-dance, mid-run and mid-everything—
Then a confused hush of whispers—
Then a collective cheer—
And the yard was soon abuzz in activity, as kids and adults alike flitted about setting things up for the celebrations. Tables and chairs were carried out, along with the party stuffs left over from the previous party. Headmaster Hatori looked a little lost when he first came out to check what was happening, but was soon dragged into the kitchen by Miss Ayase and Shibata-san to help out with food preparations.
Masaki went into a slight panic when he realized he should’ve drawn up a super-duper special board for his dice game, since this was a super-duper special day.
“It’s okay.” Satoshi gave his friend a pat on the back. “We’ll just have another party tomorrow!”
“It’s our birthday again tomorrow?” Quirky Shingo winced. “How old will we be then?”
“Do we even need a birthday to have a party?” Satoshi sneered when the most random idea suddenly hit him. “And why can’t this be our last birthday then?”
“You mean, we don’t get to have birthdays anymore?” Tohma looked absolutely horrified, mirroring everybody else’s sentiments quite perfectly as they stopped short of carrying their own chairs out to the yard.
“No. This is going to be the last one,” Satoshi confirmed with a confident smile. “There’s still going to be parties, though.”
The Waku Waku kids, seemingly waking out of a dark trance, instantly threw their arms into the air in relief and delight. “All right!”
“And games!”
“Yeah!”
“And nobody ever has to grow a year older anymore!”
“Woo-hoo!”
“Won’t it be fun to just stay like this forever?!”
The resounding merriment that followed only served as validation to what Satoshi had always known as truth.
That his word was law in Waku Waku.
That this was a truth deeply ingrained in everybody’s being, though no one had ever dared contest it—kids and adult alike.
This was their home, after all. And there’s nowhere else outside that they would rather be than here.
It was all the existence they had, and all the existence they would ever need.
And if Satoshi said that today was going to be their last birthday, well then, they would just have to make the best of what they could with it.
In the middle of the general commotion of kids setting things up while the adults screamed for some semblance of order, Satoshi found himself naturally gravitating to Sho, who had by then banished himself into the farthest corner of the yard in lieu of his injury.
“I’m going to have to sit this one out, because... you know...” Sho raised his injured arm a little to show Satoshi what he meant.
Satoshi fondly rubbed a hand to the blue-colored sling cloth that he himself had put on his roommate’s arm under the strict and barely patient instructions of Tamori-sensei. “You can’t sit this one out, Sho-chan. This is going to be our last birthday—”
“Yeah, I know. But—”
“I’ll carry your chair out for you.”
“Thanks. But really, Satoshi-kun—”
“Is something wrong?” he asked point blank, because he was suddenly not liking the expression he’s seeing in Sho’s eyes. It also didn’t help that an image of Kazunari and his weird red cap with the snarky eyes and fuzzball ears, had just flashed in his mind like a sneeze done backwards. If there was any kid in here that could make Satoshi wary for the vaguest of reasons, it’s that kid. “What were you and Kazu talking about, Sho-chan?”
“Nothing,” Sho calmly said.
And it wasn’t so much the steady, almost defiant way that the boy was holding his gaze, as it was the very nature of the gaze that made Satoshi’s heart drop an inch with every forceful beat.
Sho’s eyes looked empty. Satoshi couldn’t see a trace of emotion in them, or anywhere else in the boy’s face. It’s like some form of deceitful magic had just ironed out the expressions that Satoshi had always been able to see and read and latch his utter amusement on everyday.
Sho was just... staring. The blankness in his stare saying nothing and yet giving up enough.
It lasted for only a moment, though. Before Sho’s brows began twitching and his nose was suddenly scrunching up in a look of annoyance that came almost too late. “What did you think we were talking about, Satoshi-kun? Kazu still wets his bed and wakes up screaming in the middle of the night.” Sho chuckled, like it’s the most normal thing to just go from total blankness to pure unbridled delight. “Yoko is not taking well to it, the poor guy!”
Satoshi tried to match Sho’s grin, even managing a snicker. “Those two are pathetic, huh?”
Sho shrugged, then tugged at his hand, face now set in one of his endearing pouts. The one that failed terribly to keep the wariness that had already began building up in Satoshi’s chest from bursting into full-blown suspicion.
“Come on! You said you were gonna help me with my chair? Hurry up before I change my mind!”
“Right.” He slipped his fingers through Sho’s and dragged the boy along, walking ahead to hide the erratic twitching of his nose, the spark of anger in his eyes...
Because Sho had just lied to him.
And somewhere in the distance, despite the blazing sun, a storm faintly rumbled.
Next >>>>>
***Thank you very much for reading~! ^____^<3
Pair/s: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 092 Author’s Choice
Rating: PG-13
Word: 1504
Summary: It’s everybody’s last birthday. And a prelude to the truth about Kazunari.
Series: Prism (formerly, Waku Waku Orphans)
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15
Having his arm all bundled up in a cast mellowed Sho down tremendously.
He seemed to have forgotten about Jun, too. Or that he had just cannonballed down a flight of stairs the previous night.
And if Satoshi could be any happier about this, the warm sunny weather they were enjoying right now might just turn red-hot and blistering without warning.
“Ne, Oh-chan,” Masaki bumped his shoulder and took his attention away from the small troupe of Kitagawa and Yoshimoto boys huddled together in one corner of the courtyard, asses flat on the ground and shaky legs all up in the air in a rather raunchy V-shaped stretch. “Why can’t you just be the ‘Rain Man’ again, huh?”
He turned to the boy just as Chunyuu Shingo ordered his troupe to their feet to do-over his dodosuko dance routine. Satoshi couldn’t help smirking at the collective whines that met this demand, even as he replied, “What for? Didn’t you always say how much you love the sun?”
“Well, I do love the sun.” Masaki sighed and twirled his harmonica between his fingers. “I just really miss the rain sometimes, you know?”
“Hmm...” Satoshi fixed his gaze on Sho who was at the moment caught up in a rather animated conversation with Kazunari on a bench in another part of the yard. “I don’t really think it’s going to rain any time soon, though.” His lips began to purse mindlessly at the memory of the kiss they shared last night. It might have been brief, just a flitting touch because it’s all he knew to do, but it meant everything.
“Besides, it’s not even Oh-chan’s birthday today, you idiot,” Quirky Shingo mumbled, casually picking his nose. A habit that the boy had undoubtedly picked up from Satoshi.
Satoshi himself didn’t know where he got that habit from, though. All he knew was how it used to drive Aunt Matsuko insane. Sho didn’t seem to particularly mind. Except that it’s always one of the first things that the boy would point out whenever he’s teasing Satoshi, aside from his unflagging ability to fall asleep wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. And those instances when he would just zone out in the middle of a class—
He wondered what the boy would say if he told him that it’s Sho that he thought about whenever he looked like he’s not thinking about anything at all.
“Why can’t it be my birthday today then?” he mused, before pointing to Quirky Shingo on his left, “Or yours?” then to Masaki on his right, “Or yours?”
“We get to share your birthday now?” Masaki exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief. “Boy, Oh-chan! You are so gonna break Maru’s heart!”
“Well, he gets to share it, too.” He glanced at Maru, who had been chasing some kids around with a toilet plunger horn stuck to the hardhat on his head. The one that Okada-sensei had been going around in circles searching for since breakfast. Abi himself had probably leant the plunger.
“He’s always shared it, you know,” Quirky Shingo pointed out, flicking boogers to the wind. “But you told him you didn’t want him to.”
“Yeah,” Masaki agreed, still fiddling with his harmonica. “So he always got his birthday party and presents a week later.”
“Then everybody gets to share my birthday today, okay? No exceptions!” Satoshi declared with a chuckling lilt, jumping up to the bench and spreading out his arms while screaming, “Happy birthday everybody!”
There’s just about a moment of silence, when every single boy in the yard froze as one in mid-dance, mid-run and mid-everything—
Then a confused hush of whispers—
Then a collective cheer—
And the yard was soon abuzz in activity, as kids and adults alike flitted about setting things up for the celebrations. Tables and chairs were carried out, along with the party stuffs left over from the previous party. Headmaster Hatori looked a little lost when he first came out to check what was happening, but was soon dragged into the kitchen by Miss Ayase and Shibata-san to help out with food preparations.
Masaki went into a slight panic when he realized he should’ve drawn up a super-duper special board for his dice game, since this was a super-duper special day.
“It’s okay.” Satoshi gave his friend a pat on the back. “We’ll just have another party tomorrow!”
“It’s our birthday again tomorrow?” Quirky Shingo winced. “How old will we be then?”
“Do we even need a birthday to have a party?” Satoshi sneered when the most random idea suddenly hit him. “And why can’t this be our last birthday then?”
“You mean, we don’t get to have birthdays anymore?” Tohma looked absolutely horrified, mirroring everybody else’s sentiments quite perfectly as they stopped short of carrying their own chairs out to the yard.
“No. This is going to be the last one,” Satoshi confirmed with a confident smile. “There’s still going to be parties, though.”
The Waku Waku kids, seemingly waking out of a dark trance, instantly threw their arms into the air in relief and delight. “All right!”
“And games!”
“Yeah!”
“And nobody ever has to grow a year older anymore!”
“Woo-hoo!”
“Won’t it be fun to just stay like this forever?!”
The resounding merriment that followed only served as validation to what Satoshi had always known as truth.
That his word was law in Waku Waku.
That this was a truth deeply ingrained in everybody’s being, though no one had ever dared contest it—kids and adult alike.
This was their home, after all. And there’s nowhere else outside that they would rather be than here.
It was all the existence they had, and all the existence they would ever need.
And if Satoshi said that today was going to be their last birthday, well then, they would just have to make the best of what they could with it.
In the middle of the general commotion of kids setting things up while the adults screamed for some semblance of order, Satoshi found himself naturally gravitating to Sho, who had by then banished himself into the farthest corner of the yard in lieu of his injury.
“I’m going to have to sit this one out, because... you know...” Sho raised his injured arm a little to show Satoshi what he meant.
Satoshi fondly rubbed a hand to the blue-colored sling cloth that he himself had put on his roommate’s arm under the strict and barely patient instructions of Tamori-sensei. “You can’t sit this one out, Sho-chan. This is going to be our last birthday—”
“Yeah, I know. But—”
“I’ll carry your chair out for you.”
“Thanks. But really, Satoshi-kun—”
“Is something wrong?” he asked point blank, because he was suddenly not liking the expression he’s seeing in Sho’s eyes. It also didn’t help that an image of Kazunari and his weird red cap with the snarky eyes and fuzzball ears, had just flashed in his mind like a sneeze done backwards. If there was any kid in here that could make Satoshi wary for the vaguest of reasons, it’s that kid. “What were you and Kazu talking about, Sho-chan?”
“Nothing,” Sho calmly said.
And it wasn’t so much the steady, almost defiant way that the boy was holding his gaze, as it was the very nature of the gaze that made Satoshi’s heart drop an inch with every forceful beat.
Sho’s eyes looked empty. Satoshi couldn’t see a trace of emotion in them, or anywhere else in the boy’s face. It’s like some form of deceitful magic had just ironed out the expressions that Satoshi had always been able to see and read and latch his utter amusement on everyday.
Sho was just... staring. The blankness in his stare saying nothing and yet giving up enough.
It lasted for only a moment, though. Before Sho’s brows began twitching and his nose was suddenly scrunching up in a look of annoyance that came almost too late. “What did you think we were talking about, Satoshi-kun? Kazu still wets his bed and wakes up screaming in the middle of the night.” Sho chuckled, like it’s the most normal thing to just go from total blankness to pure unbridled delight. “Yoko is not taking well to it, the poor guy!”
Satoshi tried to match Sho’s grin, even managing a snicker. “Those two are pathetic, huh?”
Sho shrugged, then tugged at his hand, face now set in one of his endearing pouts. The one that failed terribly to keep the wariness that had already began building up in Satoshi’s chest from bursting into full-blown suspicion.
“Come on! You said you were gonna help me with my chair? Hurry up before I change my mind!”
“Right.” He slipped his fingers through Sho’s and dragged the boy along, walking ahead to hide the erratic twitching of his nose, the spark of anger in his eyes...
Because Sho had just lied to him.
And somewhere in the distance, despite the blazing sun, a storm faintly rumbled.
Next >>>>>
***Thank you very much for reading~! ^____^<3
