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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2022-01-27 11:59 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2022-01-27 11:59 pm
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Put On a Show
I have been wrestling with windows updater attempting to update my bios for about 4 hours and I am very close to a mental breakdown. WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS i am tired and panicky but slightly concerned about going to sleep and waking up to a bricked gaming computer. I probably should sleep. Or try, at least.
I've mentioned it before, but Japanese people tend to email rather than text on their phones, so no, that's not a mistake.
Main Points:
Lost Judgment (spoilers until the end of ch 3 + some of the mystery club plot + Tak Judgment backstory)
follow-up to Choice Reading
Mystery: Why is Yagami-San Unhappy?
Chapter Summary: Kaito gets an unexpected email on his phone.
Word Count: 1245
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Yagami/Kaito
This time, it's Yagami that doesn't appear in person in this part.
warnings: Kaito is drunk and horny. he also swears a lot and mangles more common sayings, although the last probably doesn't require a warning.
“What’s that?” his new drinking buddy asks, naturally curious, and leans in, because yeah, he’s probably been staring too long and ignoring the guy. Sure, he’s drunk, but that shit’s just rude. Makes him feel like an ass.
Still, his first instinct is to hide the screen. This feels weirdly private. Kinda like the porn mags that feel personal, so you keep ‘em to yourself rather than lending them out to your buddies. It’s completely absurd, because Tak is still fully clothed, and he knows the detective; the man wouldn’t start a strip-show in front of a bunch of impressionable school children.
“Hey, if that’s a video of Yagami-san making a fool of himself, I want to see, too.” Kuwana-san’s eyes are maybe as sharp as Tak’s, Kaito realizes. His first thought, well, second, technically, is that that isn’t very nice. His third is that he should let that slide, because he could easily see Sugiura-san or Higashi-san saying the exact same thing. After that, all his thoughts disappear out of his head, because Kuwana-san has reached over and hit play, and…and Tak is dancing. With all those kids dancing with him in sync, and it turns out that not only does the smug bastard have the looks of an idol, he can dance like one, too. Sure, he’s known pretty much as long as he’s known the guy that Yagami is agile, athletic, with killer legs in all senses of the word and a kinetic energy he finds a blast to let loose, but this…
He’s tried dancing before, a couple of times, but it’s the same thing that happens with his singing. He gets all awkward and self-conscious and all his natural grace disappears out the window. It’s not like he doesn’t get beat or rhythm or moving his body; the way he fights says as much, but there’s a mental barrier he can’t escape normally. Here, Masaharu knows that calm, collected confidence from Tak’s ‘crane’, or ‘tiger’, or whatever the hell he’s calling his newest style, only he doesn’t usually get to see it directed at him, or, well, at the camera. And sometimes he smiles, and stoic ex-yakuza that Kaito is, he melts. His mouth goes dry when Tak beckons the camera closer. He’d never gotten the appeal of idols before, but he sure might now. If Yagami was an idol, he wouldn’t miss a concert, and if anyone had any smart remarks to say about it, he could always use his fists.
Tak’s…he’s having fun. He’s not worrying about what went wrong in the past and how to prevent it in the future. This is the happiest Kaito’s seen him in a long time, and—
“Man, I’m surprised. I wouldn’t have guessed he had it in him,” Kuwana-san drawls, bringing him back to Earth. And to the present, which includes the fact that he’s not watching it on his off time. “Why send it to you, though? Did you two have a bet going?”
Kaito hesitates a moment too long before putting back the phone, ignoring the other attachments for now, or responding. It might be the beer. Which apparently is enough for Kuwana-san to get it. It’s not the time or place, and Kaito hadn’t been completely sure he’d wanted to share, this early anyhow, but it’s too late. The cat is out of the bog, and it’s sure not going back. It’s probably found that city-mice are better than bog-mice or something.
“Wait…” the handyman leans in, lowering his voice. At least he’s kind of discreet about it? “You two?”
“Are you going to be weird about it?” he asks in return, thankful his voice is coming out a little gruffly. Makes him sound like the tough ex-yakuza he is. All the soft stuff is for his partner, nobody else.
“No, of course not.” Kuwana-san sounds genuine, though there’s something odd behind his eyes. “Just surprised. Neither of you seem like the type. Still, that means you’ve got better insight than the others—what’s a guy gotta do to get let in?”
They’re pretty similar, when Kaito thinks about it, because this absolutely would be bugging Tak, too, in the reverse situation. He feels weird actually getting involved, but Tak isn’t listening, or he’d tell his partner. “Keep trying, and don’t be surprised if it takes a while for him to warm up to you. If it helps at all, he hated me when we met, too.”
The handyman raises his eyebrows in surprise. “No kidding. Though the way you put it, you make him sound like a feral kitten. Thanks, buddy, that does make me feel better, though I hope he doesn’t take his sweet time. I don’t like the kind of trouble he found and I’d feel better if I knew what was happening in my own town.”
Kaito tries to imagine Tak as a kitten. Probably either the color of his tanned skin or the black of his leather coat, still a genius, and completely, utterly adorable. Probably perfectly willing to use that to his advantage, too, smug little guy. Tak doesn’t always play fair. “I’d fill you in, but Tak isn’t going out of his way to keep me from getting bored, either.” Which is cold and cruel and okay, some of it probably has to do with the fact that he sometimes blurts out things he doesn’t mean to, or gives them away, like their relationship, but still. It’s not like he needs to know all the details. Even a simple ‘tail that guy’ with no other explanation offered would be an improvement.
“If he does it often, I’d say he sounds like a bastard,” Kuwana-san states noncommittally, taking a sip of his beer.
And yeah, Kaito can see where an outsider would get that impression, but that’s not it at all. He frowns into his own glass, trying to catch the lingering stray thought. “He’s not that bad. Jackass of a principal was trying to get rid of us anyway.” He’s not entirely sure what excuse Tak managed to get in the first place, now that he thinks about it.
“Well, if there’s anything I learned about Yagami-san when we met, he’s very stubborn.” Kuwana-san’s annoyed, but then, they hadn’t had a great first meeting.
“Damn right.” He’s definitely proud about that, though. After all, it’s what solved them that big case six months ago. He takes another gulp of his beer.
“I think he’ll find I’m pretty headstrong myself,” the handyman mutters, and Kaito tries to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach, mostly because his new friend and his partner are going to be jerks about this. Focus on the images from the video and some less dangerous topics of conversation for the time being.
I've mentioned it before, but Japanese people tend to email rather than text on their phones, so no, that's not a mistake.
Main Points:
Lost Judgment (spoilers until the end of ch 3 + some of the mystery club plot + Tak Judgment backstory)
follow-up to Choice Reading
Mystery: Why is Yagami-San Unhappy?
Chapter Summary: Kaito gets an unexpected email on his phone.
Word Count: 1245
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Yagami/Kaito
This time, it's Yagami that doesn't appear in person in this part.
warnings: Kaito is drunk and horny. he also swears a lot and mangles more common sayings, although the last probably doesn't require a warning.
When Kaito gets an email with some attachments, he’s either too drunk or not drunk enough for what’s inside. It looks like a video of Tak, but of all things he’s wearing a suit, tie and all, despite his avowed hatred of the things (ignoring how good he looks in them), and a bunch of teenage girls are in the background, also wearing suits. What the hell? Okay, so they probably go to Seiryo, that much is clear even to a drunk detective-in-training like Kaito. For a second, he thinks that Tak’s trying even more to make him jealous, which is absurd, because he already has Kaito’s attention. He doesn’t need to try so hard.
“What’s that?” his new drinking buddy asks, naturally curious, and leans in, because yeah, he’s probably been staring too long and ignoring the guy. Sure, he’s drunk, but that shit’s just rude. Makes him feel like an ass.
Still, his first instinct is to hide the screen. This feels weirdly private. Kinda like the porn mags that feel personal, so you keep ‘em to yourself rather than lending them out to your buddies. It’s completely absurd, because Tak is still fully clothed, and he knows the detective; the man wouldn’t start a strip-show in front of a bunch of impressionable school children.
“Hey, if that’s a video of Yagami-san making a fool of himself, I want to see, too.” Kuwana-san’s eyes are maybe as sharp as Tak’s, Kaito realizes. His first thought, well, second, technically, is that that isn’t very nice. His third is that he should let that slide, because he could easily see Sugiura-san or Higashi-san saying the exact same thing. After that, all his thoughts disappear out of his head, because Kuwana-san has reached over and hit play, and…and Tak is dancing. With all those kids dancing with him in sync, and it turns out that not only does the smug bastard have the looks of an idol, he can dance like one, too. Sure, he’s known pretty much as long as he’s known the guy that Yagami is agile, athletic, with killer legs in all senses of the word and a kinetic energy he finds a blast to let loose, but this…
He’s tried dancing before, a couple of times, but it’s the same thing that happens with his singing. He gets all awkward and self-conscious and all his natural grace disappears out the window. It’s not like he doesn’t get beat or rhythm or moving his body; the way he fights says as much, but there’s a mental barrier he can’t escape normally. Here, Masaharu knows that calm, collected confidence from Tak’s ‘crane’, or ‘tiger’, or whatever the hell he’s calling his newest style, only he doesn’t usually get to see it directed at him, or, well, at the camera. And sometimes he smiles, and stoic ex-yakuza that Kaito is, he melts. His mouth goes dry when Tak beckons the camera closer. He’d never gotten the appeal of idols before, but he sure might now. If Yagami was an idol, he wouldn’t miss a concert, and if anyone had any smart remarks to say about it, he could always use his fists.
Tak’s…he’s having fun. He’s not worrying about what went wrong in the past and how to prevent it in the future. This is the happiest Kaito’s seen him in a long time, and—
“Man, I’m surprised. I wouldn’t have guessed he had it in him,” Kuwana-san drawls, bringing him back to Earth. And to the present, which includes the fact that he’s not watching it on his off time. “Why send it to you, though? Did you two have a bet going?”
Kaito hesitates a moment too long before putting back the phone, ignoring the other attachments for now, or responding. It might be the beer. Which apparently is enough for Kuwana-san to get it. It’s not the time or place, and Kaito hadn’t been completely sure he’d wanted to share, this early anyhow, but it’s too late. The cat is out of the bog, and it’s sure not going back. It’s probably found that city-mice are better than bog-mice or something.
“Wait…” the handyman leans in, lowering his voice. At least he’s kind of discreet about it? “You two?”
“Are you going to be weird about it?” he asks in return, thankful his voice is coming out a little gruffly. Makes him sound like the tough ex-yakuza he is. All the soft stuff is for his partner, nobody else.
“No, of course not.” Kuwana-san sounds genuine, though there’s something odd behind his eyes. “Just surprised. Neither of you seem like the type. Still, that means you’ve got better insight than the others—what’s a guy gotta do to get let in?”
They’re pretty similar, when Kaito thinks about it, because this absolutely would be bugging Tak, too, in the reverse situation. He feels weird actually getting involved, but Tak isn’t listening, or he’d tell his partner. “Keep trying, and don’t be surprised if it takes a while for him to warm up to you. If it helps at all, he hated me when we met, too.”
The handyman raises his eyebrows in surprise. “No kidding. Though the way you put it, you make him sound like a feral kitten. Thanks, buddy, that does make me feel better, though I hope he doesn’t take his sweet time. I don’t like the kind of trouble he found and I’d feel better if I knew what was happening in my own town.”
Kaito tries to imagine Tak as a kitten. Probably either the color of his tanned skin or the black of his leather coat, still a genius, and completely, utterly adorable. Probably perfectly willing to use that to his advantage, too, smug little guy. Tak doesn’t always play fair. “I’d fill you in, but Tak isn’t going out of his way to keep me from getting bored, either.” Which is cold and cruel and okay, some of it probably has to do with the fact that he sometimes blurts out things he doesn’t mean to, or gives them away, like their relationship, but still. It’s not like he needs to know all the details. Even a simple ‘tail that guy’ with no other explanation offered would be an improvement.
“If he does it often, I’d say he sounds like a bastard,” Kuwana-san states noncommittally, taking a sip of his beer.
And yeah, Kaito can see where an outsider would get that impression, but that’s not it at all. He frowns into his own glass, trying to catch the lingering stray thought. “He’s not that bad. Jackass of a principal was trying to get rid of us anyway.” He’s not entirely sure what excuse Tak managed to get in the first place, now that he thinks about it.
“Well, if there’s anything I learned about Yagami-san when we met, he’s very stubborn.” Kuwana-san’s annoyed, but then, they hadn’t had a great first meeting.
“Damn right.” He’s definitely proud about that, though. After all, it’s what solved them that big case six months ago. He takes another gulp of his beer.
“I think he’ll find I’m pretty headstrong myself,” the handyman mutters, and Kaito tries to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach, mostly because his new friend and his partner are going to be jerks about this. Focus on the images from the video and some less dangerous topics of conversation for the time being.