shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-10 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: air gear, july 08, p: agito/yayoi |
Warning, Air Gear (Agito/Yayoi)
Title:Warning
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: PG13
Prompt: Air Gear - Agito/Yayoi - Claiming or establishing ownership - actions speak louder than words
The chain was going up and Ikki was already grinning, like a rock star ready to receive tribute from fans. Emily’s eyes rolled; Yayoi settled her jacket on her shoulders, snuck a glance at the sky, and wished for something to drink as the masses boiled in around them.
Agito had immediately leapt out of reach, perching on a street lamp and looking disgusted. Fans swarm everyone else, chattering and howling and congratulating. As far as she can tell, Ikki and Onigiro are the only ones who really seems to be enjoying it; Kazu’s too private, and Emiri looks more dangerous by the second as cooing girls cluster him.
“Who’re you?” Someone asked, close to her ear, and she jumped at the touch of breath and whirled. She was nowhere near as visible, not even exactly a team member, but sure enough there was a guy smiling down at her, dark hair and nice smile, wearing shorts and A-Ts and gliding in a circle around her.
She didn’t bother turning to keep him in her line of sight; it was a childish trick. Instead she wrapped her arms around herself and threw the question back. “Who are you?”
He laughed, easy and charming. “An admirer.” He said, and coasted to a stop. Yayoi wasn’t stupid; she was a normal teenage girl, she knew how to deal with boys, and she’d seen the tricks they pulled. Especially this one, all his attention focused on her. Stepping in, in fact, practically close enough to touch, which she didn’t like. "Why don't you come and party? You don't look like you're having enough fun."
She gave him the long, patient stare that sometimes quelled even Emiri's most fervent enthusiasms and tugged at her arm. He didn't seem to get the hint. The crowd pulsed and swelled around them like a heartbeat, then drew away momentarily, bunching against concrete to watch Ikki show off in the air.
"I really think you'll--"
She leapt back with an aborted shriek, reflexes bound and stamped into muscle and marrow, when she heard the air hiss under the slice of pressure. Cloth parted, and a thin line of skin on his forearm; concrete split like butter under a hot knife.
Yayoi pressed a hand to her breastbone and twisted incredulously to stare up at Agito. Hips cocked insolently, he curled his mouth at them, and the boy flinched, cast her a wide eyed glance, and retreated into the crowd.
"Thanks." She ventured after a moment. He made a sound low in his throat, acknowledgement or disgust, and Yayoi didn't bother to hide her smile as she turned and started pushing her way towards Emiri.