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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2021-05-29 10:22 pm
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Shoulda Seen It
I really wasn't sure about this one and wanted to write more fighting, but it didn't quite happen. So it took a while to post this one.
I'm also not sure about title, but I really need sleep
Main Points:
Buffy/Yakuza AU, follow up to To Be Prepared
Chapter Summary: Xander and his team start to fulfill the favor for Ethan.
Word Count: 1287
Rating: Teen
Vague, vague spoilers for Yakuza & Buffy.
Warnings: mentioned drugs, the sex cult, Andrew's unrequited crush.
Annie-chan’s behind, but he’s really gettin’ on the ball, with his shieldin’ spells an’ the like. He ain’t the front lines type, anyhow, so that’s all fine, right up until the point it ain’t. It’s the point at which the shield disappears he knows somethin’ went wrong. He exchanges a glance with Dani-chan, concerned. Sure, Andrew’s the type to wander off, having seen a great food sale or something, but in the middle of a battlefield it can be downright deadly.
“You’re still feeling all right, Dani-chan?” He still feels fine, but doesn’t know if he’s just not noticing.
“I am, but Andrew’s probably in trouble. We need to find him.” She might find him annoying, sometimes, but he’s still basically one of Xander’s crew.
“Let’s stay in shoutin’ distance, backtrack this hallway. Ya find him at all, or trouble, yell.” He stops playing around. Now ain’t the time, just time for grim efficiency.
He considers just ignoring it and charging in the second he opens the relevant door, but he’s not a complete hypocrite. He charges with a battle yell, cartwheeling into battle with steel-tipped shoes and a whirl of blades. Majima’s memories an’ practice with Buffy were useful for sure. From the way the kid is moaning, it seems like simply stabbing the demon until it isn’t moving anymore isn’t enough to release the demon’s spell. “Snap outta it,” Xander whispers, shaking Annie-chan, but it’s not working. He shrugs mentally and goes for the next option. He reaches out and grabs Andrew’s face, gentle as he can be in the circumstances. He won’t say he’s never thought about it, indulging the kid’s little crush, but even he can see that’s a bad idea, and that’s with just one eye. It’d be, what, takin’ advantage. Like that couch castin’ or whatever scandal in Hollywood, where the politics ‘a power mean it ain’t clear the word no could be said. If he follows this string any further, whether he means to or not he’s gonna unravel poor Annie-chan’s heart. So he’s gotta be real careful, move slow.
Leans in, presses his lips to Annie-chan’s. Andrew immediately plasters himself against Xander, and it’d almost be distractin’ if he wasn’t thinkin’ so hard about not breakin’ his little sensitive self-proclaimed minion. He ain’t unaffected, but he’s used to needin’ to focus, keeping the ache of his missing eye in mind, the blood drying on his thigh, the ache in his cheek. Some days, it feels like he’s bein’ pulled in fifteen directions at once, but the fightin’s left him laser-focused. It’s sweet, a balm for his loneliness, but he ain’t about to wreck another person in his care just to get his jollies. It’s the blood on his lips, he guesses, that finally gets through, as Andrew pulls away just enough for Xander to feel the breath against his cheek. “Boss?”
“I ain’t no prince, and this fer sure ain’t Disney, but seems the kiss made ya come up fer air anyhow. Welcome back, Annie-chan,” he states warmly, not bothering to check the contradictory flood of emotion in his voice. He pats Andrew’s cheek with a gloved hand, wincing a little as he pulls both away to see oh yeah, there’s blood on my hands, wonder how that got there, whoops it’s on your face now, Buddy, sorry about that—except Andrew grabs his wrist. Gentle and soft, but he ain’t letting go.
“What the hell ya pullin’, kid?” he hisses harshly, because being restrained against his will ain’t bringin’ up good times, and his minion flinches but doesn’t back down.
“I…I’m not ready for the dream to end,” he confesses, voice soft and intimate, and yeah, he’d been tryin’ not ta let that thought pass ‘cross his mind, but he’s pretty sure he knows what form the demon took, even if it was solely in the kid’s head.
“This is real life, an’ I need ya, here.” Maybe it’s harsh, but he’s tryin’ not ta get the kid’s hopes up.
“I’m sorry,” Andrew offers, helpless, and leans in. Xander tries to twist away, but it turns out Annie-chan’s just goin’ fer a peck on the cheek (though he really coulda said somethin’, a guy could use a warnin’). “Sorry, I know I’m not—” he begins again, and this, this right here? It’s gotta stop now.
“That ain’t why,” Xander starts, harsh Majima accent even stronger with the force of his emotion, and with effort he reins it in. “Andrew, you deserve someone gentle, who won’t take advantage even without meaning to. You ever seen me gentle?”
Andrew’s eyes widen, as he stares, Xander’s eye still a little wide and manic but mostly calmed down (for now, his blood’ll get up easy enough when he starts stabbin’ again). “Oh. Oh.” Finally looks like that’s processing, now. “You’re being pretty gentle right now,” he teases tentatively, but there’s that Nishida spine he’s been lookin’ ta see.
Xander snorts. “Yeah, ‘cause yer made ‘a glass. One wrong move an’ I break ya, an’ I ain’t the dainty type.” Not even when he’s Ria-chan.
Andrew giggles in return. “Yeah, no kidding, boss. Given that you’re breaking open your own argument, right now.”
“I take it back. Ya only pretend ta be glass so I cut myself when I ain’t lookin’.” Given the almost impish grin Andrew shoots him, he’s sure he’s gotten his point across, that he’s not actually complaining about Andrew’s increase in confidence, no matter how annoying it might become.
“Well, I hadn’t planned on becoming Harley Quinn when I grew up,” the warlock jokes, and looks a little alarmed when Xander freezes still, like he’s been struck. “Hey, you’re not actually the Joker. You’re on the good side. If you’re ever not sure about that part, you’d never pull The Killing Joke, so you shouldn’t worry about that.”
That’s…honestly impressive. Xander relaxes again. “Yer right about that.” He shivers all over at the thought. This time when he moves back to give Andrew some space, the younger man lets him.
Dani-chan is studiously staring at the corridor. “You’re done in there, chief?”
“Yeah, let’s kill this shit, long as our reformed warlock’s up for it.” He’s feeling the confident flow of battle through his veins again.
“Give me a moment to renew the spell, and then we’re good to go,” Andrew confirms.
I'm also not sure about title, but I really need sleep
Main Points:
Buffy/Yakuza AU, follow up to To Be Prepared
Chapter Summary: Xander and his team start to fulfill the favor for Ethan.
Word Count: 1287
Rating: Teen
Vague, vague spoilers for Yakuza & Buffy.
Warnings: mentioned drugs, the sex cult, Andrew's unrequited crush.
Maybe it’s the violence, maybe it’s Annie-chan’s spell. The Tojo-kai weren’t big on drugs—in fact, they kind of forbade them, unlike the Omi, which is probably one of the reasons the Tojo were always running so low on cash. Majima, though, was usually high on some combination of lack of sleep and caffeine, coupled with a nicotine buzz. Xander usually settled for caffeine, though Ria-chan was the one that always asked for the extra shots in her latte or whatever. This feels better than all of that. Dani-chan’s clearly feelin’ it, too, from the bloodthirsty grin on her face as they charge in. It’s almost hard to reign it in. This is the perfect ecstasy of a fight, room after room of the bastards, preyin’ on the weak. Fodder for the blade. The only thing holding him back is the fact that these are humans. True, he ends up kickin’ more ass of humans than demons, compared to the rest of the ISWC, but still, he’s only aimin’ to put these jerks in the hospital, max. He’s like Otoh-san, in some ways, but he also ain’t in the mood to try to dispose of bodies or nothin’. It’s a lot harder than it looks, and he’s not done it before anyhow. Majima’s memories say if he does actually cross that line, he better be ready.
Annie-chan’s behind, but he’s really gettin’ on the ball, with his shieldin’ spells an’ the like. He ain’t the front lines type, anyhow, so that’s all fine, right up until the point it ain’t. It’s the point at which the shield disappears he knows somethin’ went wrong. He exchanges a glance with Dani-chan, concerned. Sure, Andrew’s the type to wander off, having seen a great food sale or something, but in the middle of a battlefield it can be downright deadly.
“You’re still feeling all right, Dani-chan?” He still feels fine, but doesn’t know if he’s just not noticing.
“I am, but Andrew’s probably in trouble. We need to find him.” She might find him annoying, sometimes, but he’s still basically one of Xander’s crew.
“Let’s stay in shoutin’ distance, backtrack this hallway. Ya find him at all, or trouble, yell.” He stops playing around. Now ain’t the time, just time for grim efficiency.
He considers just ignoring it and charging in the second he opens the relevant door, but he’s not a complete hypocrite. He charges with a battle yell, cartwheeling into battle with steel-tipped shoes and a whirl of blades. Majima’s memories an’ practice with Buffy were useful for sure. From the way the kid is moaning, it seems like simply stabbing the demon until it isn’t moving anymore isn’t enough to release the demon’s spell. “Snap outta it,” Xander whispers, shaking Annie-chan, but it’s not working. He shrugs mentally and goes for the next option. He reaches out and grabs Andrew’s face, gentle as he can be in the circumstances. He won’t say he’s never thought about it, indulging the kid’s little crush, but even he can see that’s a bad idea, and that’s with just one eye. It’d be, what, takin’ advantage. Like that couch castin’ or whatever scandal in Hollywood, where the politics ‘a power mean it ain’t clear the word no could be said. If he follows this string any further, whether he means to or not he’s gonna unravel poor Annie-chan’s heart. So he’s gotta be real careful, move slow.
Leans in, presses his lips to Annie-chan’s. Andrew immediately plasters himself against Xander, and it’d almost be distractin’ if he wasn’t thinkin’ so hard about not breakin’ his little sensitive self-proclaimed minion. He ain’t unaffected, but he’s used to needin’ to focus, keeping the ache of his missing eye in mind, the blood drying on his thigh, the ache in his cheek. Some days, it feels like he’s bein’ pulled in fifteen directions at once, but the fightin’s left him laser-focused. It’s sweet, a balm for his loneliness, but he ain’t about to wreck another person in his care just to get his jollies. It’s the blood on his lips, he guesses, that finally gets through, as Andrew pulls away just enough for Xander to feel the breath against his cheek. “Boss?”
“I ain’t no prince, and this fer sure ain’t Disney, but seems the kiss made ya come up fer air anyhow. Welcome back, Annie-chan,” he states warmly, not bothering to check the contradictory flood of emotion in his voice. He pats Andrew’s cheek with a gloved hand, wincing a little as he pulls both away to see oh yeah, there’s blood on my hands, wonder how that got there, whoops it’s on your face now, Buddy, sorry about that—except Andrew grabs his wrist. Gentle and soft, but he ain’t letting go.
“What the hell ya pullin’, kid?” he hisses harshly, because being restrained against his will ain’t bringin’ up good times, and his minion flinches but doesn’t back down.
“I…I’m not ready for the dream to end,” he confesses, voice soft and intimate, and yeah, he’d been tryin’ not ta let that thought pass ‘cross his mind, but he’s pretty sure he knows what form the demon took, even if it was solely in the kid’s head.
“This is real life, an’ I need ya, here.” Maybe it’s harsh, but he’s tryin’ not ta get the kid’s hopes up.
“I’m sorry,” Andrew offers, helpless, and leans in. Xander tries to twist away, but it turns out Annie-chan’s just goin’ fer a peck on the cheek (though he really coulda said somethin’, a guy could use a warnin’). “Sorry, I know I’m not—” he begins again, and this, this right here? It’s gotta stop now.
“That ain’t why,” Xander starts, harsh Majima accent even stronger with the force of his emotion, and with effort he reins it in. “Andrew, you deserve someone gentle, who won’t take advantage even without meaning to. You ever seen me gentle?”
Andrew’s eyes widen, as he stares, Xander’s eye still a little wide and manic but mostly calmed down (for now, his blood’ll get up easy enough when he starts stabbin’ again). “Oh. Oh.” Finally looks like that’s processing, now. “You’re being pretty gentle right now,” he teases tentatively, but there’s that Nishida spine he’s been lookin’ ta see.
Xander snorts. “Yeah, ‘cause yer made ‘a glass. One wrong move an’ I break ya, an’ I ain’t the dainty type.” Not even when he’s Ria-chan.
Andrew giggles in return. “Yeah, no kidding, boss. Given that you’re breaking open your own argument, right now.”
“I take it back. Ya only pretend ta be glass so I cut myself when I ain’t lookin’.” Given the almost impish grin Andrew shoots him, he’s sure he’s gotten his point across, that he’s not actually complaining about Andrew’s increase in confidence, no matter how annoying it might become.
“Well, I hadn’t planned on becoming Harley Quinn when I grew up,” the warlock jokes, and looks a little alarmed when Xander freezes still, like he’s been struck. “Hey, you’re not actually the Joker. You’re on the good side. If you’re ever not sure about that part, you’d never pull The Killing Joke, so you shouldn’t worry about that.”
That’s…honestly impressive. Xander relaxes again. “Yer right about that.” He shivers all over at the thought. This time when he moves back to give Andrew some space, the younger man lets him.
Dani-chan is studiously staring at the corridor. “You’re done in there, chief?”
“Yeah, let’s kill this shit, long as our reformed warlock’s up for it.” He’s feeling the confident flow of battle through his veins again.
“Give me a moment to renew the spell, and then we’re good to go,” Andrew confirms.