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audiation2012-01-06 07:39 pm
sunshowered) wrote in audiation2012-01-06 07:39 pm
queer as a three dollar bill;
Title: No Words Available for These Struggles
Series: Sengoku BASARA Modern AU
Characters: Masamune & Ieyasu
Summary: Labels were one thing, but his heart was another. Ieyasu was beginning to think he couldn't quite figure out either.
Dedication: for Kosyyyyy, because you always make me laugh and smile and I don't really know what I was thinking when I wrote this, but it was fun anyway.
It wasn’t gay at all.
No matter how Motochika sneered and shook his head at the fact that Ieyasu was now just so eager to not only see Masamune in the morning (“see” in a manner of speaking, as apparently Ieyasu was occasionally too busy to do anything more than send a text like the friendly person he was) but had taken the step to invite him to the movies even later…
He wouldn’t hear a word of Ieyasu’s flustered rebuttals, which was really rather saddening for the brunette. Because “h-hey, we watch movies all the time too…!”
“Maybe so, but you never offered me breakfast at yer place before,” the delinquent and full-time tinkerer smirked as he lounged around in Ieyasu’s room in his apartment. In his mind that wasn’t gay at all because he personally had his sights on Sayaka, but that’s a story for another day. Either way, it was all in good fun and it never failed to be amusing to toy with Ieyasu’s head.
This was especially true as the other only succeeded in bristling slightly before sighing heavily and throwing the jacket that Motochika had tossed aside right back at him.
“Go to the living room, I need to change,” Ieyasu huffed.
“For your date?”
“Motochika…!”
--
It wasn’t meant to be a date.
But Ieyasu mulled it over as he walked to the movie theater now – he never drove anywhere unless someone else (read: Tadakatsu) was driving him – and wondered if he really was giving the wrong impression.
Except he didn’t know what the “wrong” impression really was at this point.
He liked Masamune’s company and found their bond comfortable, though he could never imagine a situation where he would turn down the opportunity to develop it further.
… what did that even really mean—
He was still pondering the thought as he arrived, coming to lean against the building and crossing his arms, his gaze drifting upwards to the sky.
Ieyasu worked the thought over and over, brows furrowing in determination as he tried to find the basis of this bond- because that’s all it came down to, right?
Bonds, bonds, bonds—
“Oi. Earth to Tokugawa.”
The snap in front of his face successfully brought him back.
“Ah.” He blinked. “Masamune.”
The recently arrived dragon scoffed. “I’m 20 minutes late and you’re taking a space trip.”
“… 20 minutes?”
… Pffft.
Ieyasu laughed, “You could have told me you didn’t like previews.”
All too suddenly, he forgot what he was so worried about.
--
As they walked out of the theater, Ieyasu was still plucking pieces of popcorn out of his spiked hair.
“Was it necessary to throw popcorn at the end?” he grumbled just before he tossed another kernel off to the side.
“As necessary as your constant ‘ahh’-ing and ‘oohhh’-ing throughout the movie,” Masamune shrugged nonchalantly but couldn’t help but give a slightly mocking grin.
That brought a pout upon Ieyasu’s face. “It was an exciting movie…”
The other just rolled his eyes, though the grin remained even as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “So…. Not bad, right?”
And though he wasn’t sure what Masamune was referring to, Ieyasu beamed, “Not bad at all!”
Though he sensed Ieyasu’s obliviousness – it was about as obvious as the blue in the sky – Masamune shook his head and had one question left.
“Dinner?”
“My treat!” was Ieyasu’s immediate, predictable response.
“…. Don’t know what you’re after Tokugawa,” Masamune turned to his friend with an arched brow, “but you’re trying pretty damn hard.”
… was he?
Ieyasu blinked but ended up chuckling instead.
“I don’t know either, but I sure do hope I get it.”
He didn’t think it was “as flaming as a Hawaiian barbecue” as Motochika put it. He didn’t think it was a date either…
But if both ended up being true, he just hoped he had the guts to ask for a second one, because he had to say that this was pretty fun.
Series: Sengoku BASARA Modern AU
Characters: Masamune & Ieyasu
Summary: Labels were one thing, but his heart was another. Ieyasu was beginning to think he couldn't quite figure out either.
Dedication: for Kosyyyyy, because you always make me laugh and smile and I don't really know what I was thinking when I wrote this, but it was fun anyway.
It wasn’t gay at all.
No matter how Motochika sneered and shook his head at the fact that Ieyasu was now just so eager to not only see Masamune in the morning (“see” in a manner of speaking, as apparently Ieyasu was occasionally too busy to do anything more than send a text like the friendly person he was) but had taken the step to invite him to the movies even later…
He wouldn’t hear a word of Ieyasu’s flustered rebuttals, which was really rather saddening for the brunette. Because “h-hey, we watch movies all the time too…!”
“Maybe so, but you never offered me breakfast at yer place before,” the delinquent and full-time tinkerer smirked as he lounged around in Ieyasu’s room in his apartment. In his mind that wasn’t gay at all because he personally had his sights on Sayaka, but that’s a story for another day. Either way, it was all in good fun and it never failed to be amusing to toy with Ieyasu’s head.
This was especially true as the other only succeeded in bristling slightly before sighing heavily and throwing the jacket that Motochika had tossed aside right back at him.
“Go to the living room, I need to change,” Ieyasu huffed.
“For your date?”
“Motochika…!”
--
It wasn’t meant to be a date.
But Ieyasu mulled it over as he walked to the movie theater now – he never drove anywhere unless someone else (read: Tadakatsu) was driving him – and wondered if he really was giving the wrong impression.
Except he didn’t know what the “wrong” impression really was at this point.
He liked Masamune’s company and found their bond comfortable, though he could never imagine a situation where he would turn down the opportunity to develop it further.
… what did that even really mean—
He was still pondering the thought as he arrived, coming to lean against the building and crossing his arms, his gaze drifting upwards to the sky.
Ieyasu worked the thought over and over, brows furrowing in determination as he tried to find the basis of this bond- because that’s all it came down to, right?
Bonds, bonds, bonds—
“Oi. Earth to Tokugawa.”
The snap in front of his face successfully brought him back.
“Ah.” He blinked. “Masamune.”
The recently arrived dragon scoffed. “I’m 20 minutes late and you’re taking a space trip.”
“… 20 minutes?”
… Pffft.
Ieyasu laughed, “You could have told me you didn’t like previews.”
All too suddenly, he forgot what he was so worried about.
--
As they walked out of the theater, Ieyasu was still plucking pieces of popcorn out of his spiked hair.
“Was it necessary to throw popcorn at the end?” he grumbled just before he tossed another kernel off to the side.
“As necessary as your constant ‘ahh’-ing and ‘oohhh’-ing throughout the movie,” Masamune shrugged nonchalantly but couldn’t help but give a slightly mocking grin.
That brought a pout upon Ieyasu’s face. “It was an exciting movie…”
The other just rolled his eyes, though the grin remained even as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “So…. Not bad, right?”
And though he wasn’t sure what Masamune was referring to, Ieyasu beamed, “Not bad at all!”
Though he sensed Ieyasu’s obliviousness – it was about as obvious as the blue in the sky – Masamune shook his head and had one question left.
“Dinner?”
“My treat!” was Ieyasu’s immediate, predictable response.
“…. Don’t know what you’re after Tokugawa,” Masamune turned to his friend with an arched brow, “but you’re trying pretty damn hard.”
… was he?
Ieyasu blinked but ended up chuckling instead.
“I don’t know either, but I sure do hope I get it.”
He didn’t think it was “as flaming as a Hawaiian barbecue” as Motochika put it. He didn’t think it was a date either…
But if both ended up being true, he just hoped he had the guts to ask for a second one, because he had to say that this was pretty fun.