YST fanfic: "Zonked"
Dec. 9th, 2009 12:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eliyesTitle: Zonked
Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers
Author's Notes: This randomly came to me one night and I outlined it to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
taichara in an IM. She told me to "wriiiiiite eeeeet", so I did. And then forced her to beta it. ;3
Ryo wasn't sure what to do.
Seiji was sacked out in front of the TV, wrapped in an enormous fluffy comforter. He apparently had a bowl or bag of crackers hidden in its folds, because every so often, his hand would appear holding one, and he'd slowly chew it. His hair was sticking up every which way -- and not the usual every-which-way he styled it. He actually looked messy, and a little sweaty.
"Seiji? You okay?" Ryo asked, waving a hand in front of Seiji's face. The blond didn't even blink, glazed-looking eyes fixed on the television, where cartoon mecha battled and cartoon teenagers yelled at each other.
"The Strike Gundam seems unfairly overpowered compared to its fellow prototypes in combat," Seiji murmured absently, and ate another cracker. "It doesn't make sense."
Ryo backed away, slowly. His retreat took him to the kitchen, where he traded puzzled looks with Byakkuen.
Out in the living room, the cartoon's shouting and sound effects seem to crescendo. Ryo heard Seiji gasp, and then utter a pained-seeming, "Nicol..."
He peeked around the wall and caught his friend wiping at his face with a fold of blanket.
Biting his lip, Ryo conceded that he needed reinforcements. He reached for the phone.
*****
Touma and Shin sprawled on the couch, arguing military history -- and this was nothing unusual, except Ryo was pretty sure the countries in question were fictional. Seiji was still cocooned in his blanket, but Shuu had taken away the crackers and was steadily feeding him cups of broth and the occasional bun, all while continuously chattering commentary on the events on the television. He seemed to have a solid grasp of the relationships and plots in the show, and surreptitiously kept Seiji in supply of tissues.
Ryo still wasn't really sure what was going on with that, but he shrugged and made himself comfortable on the floor, with Byakkuen as a backrest. He contented himself with watching -- his friends more than the television. It felt good to all be together, and while Seiji still didn't seem really with it, he was at least blinking now and then.
Eventually, though, Seiji silently toppled over until the only thing holding him upright was Shin's legs. Ryo breathed out a sigh and returned Shuu's silly grin with a relieved smile, while Shin absently petted Seiji's hair and Touma gave him a solemn wink.
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songoftheyoroi.
Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers
Author's Notes: This randomly came to me one night and I outlined it to
taichara in an IM. She told me to "wriiiiiite eeeeet", so I did. And then forced her to beta it. ;3Ryo wasn't sure what to do.
Seiji was sacked out in front of the TV, wrapped in an enormous fluffy comforter. He apparently had a bowl or bag of crackers hidden in its folds, because every so often, his hand would appear holding one, and he'd slowly chew it. His hair was sticking up every which way -- and not the usual every-which-way he styled it. He actually looked messy, and a little sweaty.
"Seiji? You okay?" Ryo asked, waving a hand in front of Seiji's face. The blond didn't even blink, glazed-looking eyes fixed on the television, where cartoon mecha battled and cartoon teenagers yelled at each other.
"The Strike Gundam seems unfairly overpowered compared to its fellow prototypes in combat," Seiji murmured absently, and ate another cracker. "It doesn't make sense."
Ryo backed away, slowly. His retreat took him to the kitchen, where he traded puzzled looks with Byakkuen.
Out in the living room, the cartoon's shouting and sound effects seem to crescendo. Ryo heard Seiji gasp, and then utter a pained-seeming, "Nicol..."
He peeked around the wall and caught his friend wiping at his face with a fold of blanket.
Biting his lip, Ryo conceded that he needed reinforcements. He reached for the phone.
Touma and Shin sprawled on the couch, arguing military history -- and this was nothing unusual, except Ryo was pretty sure the countries in question were fictional. Seiji was still cocooned in his blanket, but Shuu had taken away the crackers and was steadily feeding him cups of broth and the occasional bun, all while continuously chattering commentary on the events on the television. He seemed to have a solid grasp of the relationships and plots in the show, and surreptitiously kept Seiji in supply of tissues.
Ryo still wasn't really sure what was going on with that, but he shrugged and made himself comfortable on the floor, with Byakkuen as a backrest. He contented himself with watching -- his friends more than the television. It felt good to all be together, and while Seiji still didn't seem really with it, he was at least blinking now and then.
Eventually, though, Seiji silently toppled over until the only thing holding him upright was Shin's legs. Ryo breathed out a sigh and returned Shuu's silly grin with a relieved smile, while Shin absently petted Seiji's hair and Touma gave him a solemn wink.
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