Zaizen & Yukimura
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tennis_hellWho: Zaizen Hikaru and Yukimura Seiichi
What: Have a somewhat tipsy chat in the aftermath of Akaya's surprise party
When: In the wee hours of the morning during/after Akaya's surprise party
Rating: PG-13
Yukimura weaved through the many guests at Akaya's party until he was in his kouhai's bedroom, away from the drunken antics. He had left the door open just in case he was needed by someone for something as well as to have a slight view of anything idiotic that was likely to happen. There was enough space between the living area and the bed that the sound was muffled somewhat. He adjusted one of the pillows and sat on the bed, back against the wall.
"What a dumbass," Yukimura muttered as someone outside tripped over air. Whatever alcohol had been brought was either potent or everyone drinking was a bunch of lightweights. He watched as another partygoer flipped himself over the back of the couch to faceplant on the floor... and fall asleep. "I suppose there are worse places to pass out."
Zaizen rested on Akaya’s bed, eyes closed and succumbed to the post-club, alcohol induced spins. It was interesting, but also somewhat unpleasant, the slow twirl down into the darkness of his mind.
He was grateful to be stirred by the sound of someone else’s stupidity. Or the declaration of someone else’s stupidity. Either way. Zaizen recognized the voice, but did not quite identify Yukimura until he creaked one green eye open at a sliver. “I picked the best place,” he murmured, arm unintentionally dramatic in flinging off the covers to signal his return to the living. “It’s a bed.”
Yukimura looked to his right. He hadn't realized the lump in Akaya's bed was a person. "You did," he agreed. "Better than the cold floor." Probably better than the couch too if the group of people currently sitting on it was any indication.
"I have water if you need it," Yukimura said. He wasn't sure how helpful it would be since he hadn't really dealt with too many drunk or buzzed people in his life.
In agreement that the floor was cold, Zaizen wrinkled his face and settled on his side, facing Yukimura with a fair amount of space between them. The Bed was big and warm, which he mentally cited as his reason for gravitating to it. Not past experience. No.
“Water me, not like one of your plants,” he said, outstretching a hand with surprising grace. “What did I miss?”
Passing over his bottle of water, Yukimura gave Zaizen a look. "Did you spill something on yourself and steal something from Akaya?" he asked, nodding to the shirt Zaizen was wearing.
"A ping pong battle, some struggles with the goya piñata, more Mario Kart. There is beer pong currently going on in the kitchen," Yukimura ticked off, "but nothing too scandalous other than people tripping over one another and passing out. Oh and me discovering you in Akaya's bed."
Zaizen nodded along, mentally ticking off the events that he had mostly been cognizant of, or participated in. Hadn’t missed much, then.
“I saw most of that,” Zaizen defended himself. “Your dataman likes to talk smack on rainbow road,” not terribly surprising, given his day job. “...” he peered down at his shirt, one of Akaya’s that he had sniped before. “Is that really a discovery? It is nearly three am.”
Yukimura raises an eyebrow. "You saw most of it or the cameras probably set up to catch idiocy in action?" He knew Zaizen was fond of taking video as evidence to use at an undetermined date.
He shrugged at mention of Yanagi. "Josho Rikkaidai," he said. "And only a discovery in so much that you and Akaya are close enough that he doesn't mind you stealing his clothes or sleeping in his bed." Yukimura watched as someone tripped over the person sleeping on the floor and hastily picked themself up to continue on. "Not that Akaya needs my permission, but it's fine if you two date."
“I am offended,” Zaizen said flatly. “For this occasion I did all my own filming personally.”
But. Zaizen thought that it wouldn’t have been a bad idea to have a surprise camera, somewhere public enough to not get him in trouble. Perhaps for the next occasion.
After greeting josho Rikkaidai with the unenthusiastic finger twirl that it deserved, he spectacularly ignored Yukimura’s sort-of-permission to state, “I should point out that you are also in Akaya’s bed and, as far as I am aware, you are not dating him.”
It was weird to imagine any sort of date with ken-doll outfits and hand-holding. Zaizen wondered if delivery counted.
Yukimura laughed. He hadn't seen Zaizen use his camera phone, but years of practice probably meant that he wouldn't have unless he was focused on it.
"I've been in Akaya's bed many times and of course we aren't dating. Just because you sleep in someone's bed doesn't mean you are. That wasn't what I was saying," Yukimura said. "Besides, his head might explode if we dated."
It would be better if Akaya dated someone he didn't occasionally get so completely distracted by that he went speechless. And as far as Yukimura knew, there were only a few people that qualified.
"I think there is going to be a sleep pile," he said as another person decided to make the floor their bed.
That was true; Zaizen nodded in agreement as he drank some water. He had seen Akaya implode into a human mess many a time thanks to Yukimura and a few other random people. For the most part, Zaizen found it entertaining.
“Then what were you trying to say?” he asked, oscillating to one side to get a better view of the sleep formation. “Unlucky for the person on the bottom,” Zaizen replied, tipsily wondering if he would have to defend his position here. “You can’t sleep on top of me.”
"That your familiarity with one another is a good foundation if you decided to date," Yukimura said. He thought Zaizen was a grounding influence for his kouhai. "Their own fault, really." Glancing over at Zaizen, he shook his head. The other man didn't look comfortable to sleep with at all. "Why would I want to do that?"
Zaizen took some more water and adjusted again, bunching some of the comforter against his chest for warmth. “So,” he thought out loud. “We’re good friends, basically.” Which was, perhaps more for Zaizen than for Akaya, something quite special already. And somehow he was still comfortable, even though they added cuddling to the mix.
But he didn’t want to cuddle Yukimura. And apparently Yukimura didn’t want to cuddle him either, so that worked out nicely. “A normal person wouldn’t. I’m not very comfortable.”
Yukimura nodded. He understood that as he had good friends too, a few of them slightly more than just good. As Zaizen pulled the blanket closer to him, he shifted the pillows behind him. "I think that's something you want people to believe about you and not actually the truth," Yukimura said, sitting up straighter. "Though, you wouldn't be the only person who does that, so no judgement here."
Shaking his head at a lazy tilt back and forth, Zaizen held up an arm and crooked it. “Whether or not I want anyone to believe it, my elbows are pointy, Yukimura-san.” To prove as much, he poked Yukimura in the thigh with said weaponized elbow.
"I've slept with pointier," Yukimura said casually, slipping the bottle of water out of Zaizen's hand to take a drink. Elbows in general were on the pointy side. "It also depends on how you sleep with someone else. You can't exactly jab them if you're facing their back. Assuming you aren't double jointed."
Because he really didn’t want to go into how he and Akaya slept together, Zaizen gave up the water bottle and asked, “Who? Yanagi-san?”
"Sanada. Before he gained all that muscle," Yukimura said. "Definitely Yanagi. One of my exes. Horribly pointly and gangly, so the elbows were hard to avoid." Yanagi's were probably the worst of the bunch. "You don't really rank that high on pointiness compared to them, sorry."
Lashes gathering together to stare narrowly through at Yukimura, Zaizen wondered aloud, “Is that a compliment? I can’t tell. May have to line the three of us up later.”
What was he saying, later? It was already in the wee hours of the morning.
Yukimura shrugged. "Take it however you want. Though it would just be you and Yanagi. I have no idea where my ex lives now and Sanada isn't as pointy as he was when he was eight." He wondered why elbow pointiness was mattered. Probably in the same way being noodle-y mattered to Sanada. AKA ridiculous.
“It’s probably not worth time traveling for that,” Zaizen said casually, as if that were something he could arrange quite easily. Shifting the blankets against his belly, he asked, “Did you like the club?”
Between all the partying and distracting Akaya, he supposed that it had been a long day for the former captain.
"I don't think it would be," Yukimura said. He looked at Zaizen basically making himself a nest out of Akaya's covers and laughed. "It was fine. I don't go to them very often, but I did people watch, which is always good." Seeing people be stupid with a little bit of alcohol in their systems was hilarious. "I'm glad to be back here though. It's nice to relax."
Zaizen wasn’t sure what Yukimura was laughing at, but the general direction of it made him frown quietly. If anything, he fussed with the covers more for the sound and accompanying question. “Clubs can be overwhelming,” he admitted. Although he disliked crowds, he loved dancing and music enough to usually make it worth it. “You don’t like dancing?”
"I'm not much of a club person," Yukimura admitted. "I don't dance much either." It just wasn't something that interested him. He didn't mind watching people, especially a well-executed ballroom dance. "If I have a choice, I'd rather stay home with a group of friends than go out. Drunk people annoy me," he said, shooting a pointed look at the open door at someone shouting about the goya piñata.
None of those pieces of information surprised Zaizen, but he listened nonetheless, instinctively following the former captain’s gaze toward the door. “Fair enough. Though, there are plenty of drunk people here…” including himself, if he were being entirely honest. “Did they still not manage to break that properly? What did Fudomine even do to it?”
Yukimura knew that. It wasn't hard to tell how quickly some people became inebriated, even if some kept it hidden well. "I heard something about multiple layers of duct tape and googly eyes." He rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. "I don't think they actually know what a piñata is made from," he speculated, turning his head to look at Zaizen. "I doubt they asked anyone either."
Zaizen shrugged, an odd gesture wrapped up in blankets. “Why would they? Less fun,” it had been entertaining to watch everyone else lay into it. For a few more moments, his bright eyes watched Yukimura in the dark, curiously turning something he wanted to say but hadn’t yet decided how.
“So everything is okay? Between you and Sanada-san?”
"Less frustrating for everyone else," Yukimura replied. At least they hadn't wasted grip tape on the green monstrosity. Upon hearing Zaizen's question, he sank into the pillows a bit. "I think so, yes." To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure. There were some things that they hadn't really gotten too deep into. Whether or not that would come back to bite him in the ass was unknown. "That won't happen again, I promise. I got chewed out by enough people. Plus, it kind of sucked."
Not able to see why they should care about anyone else -- it was especially fun to torment Akaya on his special day -- Zaizen hummed vaguely and spent more interest and consideration on the second part of his question. It had Yukimura shifting and Zaizen’s gears spun, perhaps more transparently, for his inebriation.
“You don’t have to promise me anything. It’s not really my business, if you fight with Sanada-san or not,” Zaizen said, flicking his gaze down to pry at the comforter, as if it knew his secrets. “But it does. Suck.” He recalled strongly the week that Akaya had refused to speak with him. “A lot.”
"I'm aware of that," Yukimura said. He didn't quite know why he felt the need to promise that to Zaizen; it should be Akaya he was saying this too (and probably would when everyone was sober.) Sometimes Sanada just really pissed him off. While he got some amusement out of being more than a bit petty, he didn't enjoy that extended lack of contact. "At least, I hope it's okay. Or it's on it's way. Close."
“He seemed good, piñata aside,” Zaizen said. Although Zaizen didn’t know him all that well, he kind of doubted that the straightforward guy had much of a lying game. “Have you hung out one on one since?”
Yukimura laughed. He had taken a number of photos of Sanada trying to bust open the piñata and sent the best ones to Yanagi. "He thinks he should win anything that involves an item that can be used like a katana," he said, pausing to consider Zaizen's question. "No. We will though." And hopefully it wouldn't be awkward.
Yukimura had a nice laugh; he closed his eyes to listen to it, then fluttered them open again when he realized that he might very well fall asleep like this. “I think the pinata won that one,” Zaizen offered. “And...it might be awkward. But it passes….” he trailed off, another thought replacing that one. “Do you like him? Adrian-kun?”
"The piñata is beating everyone," Yukimura said. Barring using an actual knife or sword, he didn't know if it would ever be cracked open. He didn't even know what was inside the thing. "Probably, yes, but it wouldn't be the first time. Visiting me in the hospital wasn't exactly a party." He nodded. "I didn't go with Akaya with the intention of getting into a relationship. It just kind of happened and I got caught up in the whole thing. I really do like him though."
Zaizen nodded once and pulled the huddle of blankets on his chest higher to just below his chin. “Feelings are rude like that,” he said, osakan drawl coming slow and quiet for the sleepiness tugging once more at his eyelids. “Should make them run laps…”
"That they are." Yukimura looked over at Zaizen. "I'm not Tezuka. There are better method of punishment than running laps," he said quietly, sliding out of the bed and walking towards the door. "Go back to sleep. Akaya may join you shortly."
Although Yukimura had already dismissed himself, Zaizen banished him with a sleepy wave. “He’s a very late pillow…” he muttered grumpily at the covers, whether or not Yukimura could hear it was impossible to determine.
What: Have a somewhat tipsy chat in the aftermath of Akaya's surprise party
When: In the wee hours of the morning during/after Akaya's surprise party
Rating: PG-13
Yukimura weaved through the many guests at Akaya's party until he was in his kouhai's bedroom, away from the drunken antics. He had left the door open just in case he was needed by someone for something as well as to have a slight view of anything idiotic that was likely to happen. There was enough space between the living area and the bed that the sound was muffled somewhat. He adjusted one of the pillows and sat on the bed, back against the wall.
"What a dumbass," Yukimura muttered as someone outside tripped over air. Whatever alcohol had been brought was either potent or everyone drinking was a bunch of lightweights. He watched as another partygoer flipped himself over the back of the couch to faceplant on the floor... and fall asleep. "I suppose there are worse places to pass out."
Zaizen rested on Akaya’s bed, eyes closed and succumbed to the post-club, alcohol induced spins. It was interesting, but also somewhat unpleasant, the slow twirl down into the darkness of his mind.
He was grateful to be stirred by the sound of someone else’s stupidity. Or the declaration of someone else’s stupidity. Either way. Zaizen recognized the voice, but did not quite identify Yukimura until he creaked one green eye open at a sliver. “I picked the best place,” he murmured, arm unintentionally dramatic in flinging off the covers to signal his return to the living. “It’s a bed.”
Yukimura looked to his right. He hadn't realized the lump in Akaya's bed was a person. "You did," he agreed. "Better than the cold floor." Probably better than the couch too if the group of people currently sitting on it was any indication.
"I have water if you need it," Yukimura said. He wasn't sure how helpful it would be since he hadn't really dealt with too many drunk or buzzed people in his life.
In agreement that the floor was cold, Zaizen wrinkled his face and settled on his side, facing Yukimura with a fair amount of space between them. The Bed was big and warm, which he mentally cited as his reason for gravitating to it. Not past experience. No.
“Water me, not like one of your plants,” he said, outstretching a hand with surprising grace. “What did I miss?”
Passing over his bottle of water, Yukimura gave Zaizen a look. "Did you spill something on yourself and steal something from Akaya?" he asked, nodding to the shirt Zaizen was wearing.
"A ping pong battle, some struggles with the goya piñata, more Mario Kart. There is beer pong currently going on in the kitchen," Yukimura ticked off, "but nothing too scandalous other than people tripping over one another and passing out. Oh and me discovering you in Akaya's bed."
Zaizen nodded along, mentally ticking off the events that he had mostly been cognizant of, or participated in. Hadn’t missed much, then.
“I saw most of that,” Zaizen defended himself. “Your dataman likes to talk smack on rainbow road,” not terribly surprising, given his day job. “...” he peered down at his shirt, one of Akaya’s that he had sniped before. “Is that really a discovery? It is nearly three am.”
Yukimura raises an eyebrow. "You saw most of it or the cameras probably set up to catch idiocy in action?" He knew Zaizen was fond of taking video as evidence to use at an undetermined date.
He shrugged at mention of Yanagi. "Josho Rikkaidai," he said. "And only a discovery in so much that you and Akaya are close enough that he doesn't mind you stealing his clothes or sleeping in his bed." Yukimura watched as someone tripped over the person sleeping on the floor and hastily picked themself up to continue on. "Not that Akaya needs my permission, but it's fine if you two date."
“I am offended,” Zaizen said flatly. “For this occasion I did all my own filming personally.”
But. Zaizen thought that it wouldn’t have been a bad idea to have a surprise camera, somewhere public enough to not get him in trouble. Perhaps for the next occasion.
After greeting josho Rikkaidai with the unenthusiastic finger twirl that it deserved, he spectacularly ignored Yukimura’s sort-of-permission to state, “I should point out that you are also in Akaya’s bed and, as far as I am aware, you are not dating him.”
It was weird to imagine any sort of date with ken-doll outfits and hand-holding. Zaizen wondered if delivery counted.
Yukimura laughed. He hadn't seen Zaizen use his camera phone, but years of practice probably meant that he wouldn't have unless he was focused on it.
"I've been in Akaya's bed many times and of course we aren't dating. Just because you sleep in someone's bed doesn't mean you are. That wasn't what I was saying," Yukimura said. "Besides, his head might explode if we dated."
It would be better if Akaya dated someone he didn't occasionally get so completely distracted by that he went speechless. And as far as Yukimura knew, there were only a few people that qualified.
"I think there is going to be a sleep pile," he said as another person decided to make the floor their bed.
That was true; Zaizen nodded in agreement as he drank some water. He had seen Akaya implode into a human mess many a time thanks to Yukimura and a few other random people. For the most part, Zaizen found it entertaining.
“Then what were you trying to say?” he asked, oscillating to one side to get a better view of the sleep formation. “Unlucky for the person on the bottom,” Zaizen replied, tipsily wondering if he would have to defend his position here. “You can’t sleep on top of me.”
"That your familiarity with one another is a good foundation if you decided to date," Yukimura said. He thought Zaizen was a grounding influence for his kouhai. "Their own fault, really." Glancing over at Zaizen, he shook his head. The other man didn't look comfortable to sleep with at all. "Why would I want to do that?"
Zaizen took some more water and adjusted again, bunching some of the comforter against his chest for warmth. “So,” he thought out loud. “We’re good friends, basically.” Which was, perhaps more for Zaizen than for Akaya, something quite special already. And somehow he was still comfortable, even though they added cuddling to the mix.
But he didn’t want to cuddle Yukimura. And apparently Yukimura didn’t want to cuddle him either, so that worked out nicely. “A normal person wouldn’t. I’m not very comfortable.”
Yukimura nodded. He understood that as he had good friends too, a few of them slightly more than just good. As Zaizen pulled the blanket closer to him, he shifted the pillows behind him. "I think that's something you want people to believe about you and not actually the truth," Yukimura said, sitting up straighter. "Though, you wouldn't be the only person who does that, so no judgement here."
Shaking his head at a lazy tilt back and forth, Zaizen held up an arm and crooked it. “Whether or not I want anyone to believe it, my elbows are pointy, Yukimura-san.” To prove as much, he poked Yukimura in the thigh with said weaponized elbow.
"I've slept with pointier," Yukimura said casually, slipping the bottle of water out of Zaizen's hand to take a drink. Elbows in general were on the pointy side. "It also depends on how you sleep with someone else. You can't exactly jab them if you're facing their back. Assuming you aren't double jointed."
Because he really didn’t want to go into how he and Akaya slept together, Zaizen gave up the water bottle and asked, “Who? Yanagi-san?”
"Sanada. Before he gained all that muscle," Yukimura said. "Definitely Yanagi. One of my exes. Horribly pointly and gangly, so the elbows were hard to avoid." Yanagi's were probably the worst of the bunch. "You don't really rank that high on pointiness compared to them, sorry."
Lashes gathering together to stare narrowly through at Yukimura, Zaizen wondered aloud, “Is that a compliment? I can’t tell. May have to line the three of us up later.”
What was he saying, later? It was already in the wee hours of the morning.
Yukimura shrugged. "Take it however you want. Though it would just be you and Yanagi. I have no idea where my ex lives now and Sanada isn't as pointy as he was when he was eight." He wondered why elbow pointiness was mattered. Probably in the same way being noodle-y mattered to Sanada. AKA ridiculous.
“It’s probably not worth time traveling for that,” Zaizen said casually, as if that were something he could arrange quite easily. Shifting the blankets against his belly, he asked, “Did you like the club?”
Between all the partying and distracting Akaya, he supposed that it had been a long day for the former captain.
"I don't think it would be," Yukimura said. He looked at Zaizen basically making himself a nest out of Akaya's covers and laughed. "It was fine. I don't go to them very often, but I did people watch, which is always good." Seeing people be stupid with a little bit of alcohol in their systems was hilarious. "I'm glad to be back here though. It's nice to relax."
Zaizen wasn’t sure what Yukimura was laughing at, but the general direction of it made him frown quietly. If anything, he fussed with the covers more for the sound and accompanying question. “Clubs can be overwhelming,” he admitted. Although he disliked crowds, he loved dancing and music enough to usually make it worth it. “You don’t like dancing?”
"I'm not much of a club person," Yukimura admitted. "I don't dance much either." It just wasn't something that interested him. He didn't mind watching people, especially a well-executed ballroom dance. "If I have a choice, I'd rather stay home with a group of friends than go out. Drunk people annoy me," he said, shooting a pointed look at the open door at someone shouting about the goya piñata.
None of those pieces of information surprised Zaizen, but he listened nonetheless, instinctively following the former captain’s gaze toward the door. “Fair enough. Though, there are plenty of drunk people here…” including himself, if he were being entirely honest. “Did they still not manage to break that properly? What did Fudomine even do to it?”
Yukimura knew that. It wasn't hard to tell how quickly some people became inebriated, even if some kept it hidden well. "I heard something about multiple layers of duct tape and googly eyes." He rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. "I don't think they actually know what a piñata is made from," he speculated, turning his head to look at Zaizen. "I doubt they asked anyone either."
Zaizen shrugged, an odd gesture wrapped up in blankets. “Why would they? Less fun,” it had been entertaining to watch everyone else lay into it. For a few more moments, his bright eyes watched Yukimura in the dark, curiously turning something he wanted to say but hadn’t yet decided how.
“So everything is okay? Between you and Sanada-san?”
"Less frustrating for everyone else," Yukimura replied. At least they hadn't wasted grip tape on the green monstrosity. Upon hearing Zaizen's question, he sank into the pillows a bit. "I think so, yes." To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure. There were some things that they hadn't really gotten too deep into. Whether or not that would come back to bite him in the ass was unknown. "That won't happen again, I promise. I got chewed out by enough people. Plus, it kind of sucked."
Not able to see why they should care about anyone else -- it was especially fun to torment Akaya on his special day -- Zaizen hummed vaguely and spent more interest and consideration on the second part of his question. It had Yukimura shifting and Zaizen’s gears spun, perhaps more transparently, for his inebriation.
“You don’t have to promise me anything. It’s not really my business, if you fight with Sanada-san or not,” Zaizen said, flicking his gaze down to pry at the comforter, as if it knew his secrets. “But it does. Suck.” He recalled strongly the week that Akaya had refused to speak with him. “A lot.”
"I'm aware of that," Yukimura said. He didn't quite know why he felt the need to promise that to Zaizen; it should be Akaya he was saying this too (and probably would when everyone was sober.) Sometimes Sanada just really pissed him off. While he got some amusement out of being more than a bit petty, he didn't enjoy that extended lack of contact. "At least, I hope it's okay. Or it's on it's way. Close."
“He seemed good, piñata aside,” Zaizen said. Although Zaizen didn’t know him all that well, he kind of doubted that the straightforward guy had much of a lying game. “Have you hung out one on one since?”
Yukimura laughed. He had taken a number of photos of Sanada trying to bust open the piñata and sent the best ones to Yanagi. "He thinks he should win anything that involves an item that can be used like a katana," he said, pausing to consider Zaizen's question. "No. We will though." And hopefully it wouldn't be awkward.
Yukimura had a nice laugh; he closed his eyes to listen to it, then fluttered them open again when he realized that he might very well fall asleep like this. “I think the pinata won that one,” Zaizen offered. “And...it might be awkward. But it passes….” he trailed off, another thought replacing that one. “Do you like him? Adrian-kun?”
"The piñata is beating everyone," Yukimura said. Barring using an actual knife or sword, he didn't know if it would ever be cracked open. He didn't even know what was inside the thing. "Probably, yes, but it wouldn't be the first time. Visiting me in the hospital wasn't exactly a party." He nodded. "I didn't go with Akaya with the intention of getting into a relationship. It just kind of happened and I got caught up in the whole thing. I really do like him though."
Zaizen nodded once and pulled the huddle of blankets on his chest higher to just below his chin. “Feelings are rude like that,” he said, osakan drawl coming slow and quiet for the sleepiness tugging once more at his eyelids. “Should make them run laps…”
"That they are." Yukimura looked over at Zaizen. "I'm not Tezuka. There are better method of punishment than running laps," he said quietly, sliding out of the bed and walking towards the door. "Go back to sleep. Akaya may join you shortly."
Although Yukimura had already dismissed himself, Zaizen banished him with a sleepy wave. “He’s a very late pillow…” he muttered grumpily at the covers, whether or not Yukimura could hear it was impossible to determine.
