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orendalogs2015-12-09 12:07 am
redheadedstepson) wrote in orendalogs2015-12-09 12:07 am
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Yowamushi Pedal
Who: Reno and Makishima
What: Reno wanders modern Earth and takes a fool chance.
When: Modern times, in the last decade.
Where: England
Warnings: Possible smut, but everyone is of age and consenting.
A fateful night under the mistletoe just a few days after Reno stumbled into the boring-ass world called "Earth" and he ended up with a phone number and a lingering taste in his mouth. He waited a long time to call. Not months, but a couple of weeks, once he learned about the local holidays and realized they were meant for family and close friends, not date with strangers you snogged in bars. Well, depending on your upbringing, anyways, but he figured Makishima for a more quality figure than himself.
So it was that the day after Christmas, Makishima's phone rang and it wasn't someone from Japan or any of his relatives. It was the lazy drawl and accent of the guy from the bar.
"It's uh...it's Reno. Remember? From the party?" he offered up as gently as possible in case Maki didn't have the privacy to talk. Usually Reno didn't think about much, saying whatever he felt like when he felt like it, but the weeks of wandering around (which was actually more than a month for him, being as he went portal jumping in the meanwhile) gave him time to think about how not to screw everything up in the first hour. It was pretty sweet having time to make plans and rev himself up. Plus it meant time to beat the crap out of some punks to rip them off, shuck their wallets and get enough local scratch to take a guy out for a night on the town and not look like a cheap-ass.
Good times.
"Look uh, I know it's been a while but I thought you'd like time with the family and all. But apparently the holiday was done yesterday and I didn't want you to forget me" the Turk laughed, trying not to sound desperate. Fucking hard to do when you were playing out a seen from goddamn Lady and the Tramp. Good thing he'd never seen the movie. Loveless was bad enough.
"That dinner? Uhh...you hungry?"
[ Continued from here ]
What: Reno wanders modern Earth and takes a fool chance.
When: Modern times, in the last decade.
Where: England
Warnings: Possible smut, but everyone is of age and consenting.
A fateful night under the mistletoe just a few days after Reno stumbled into the boring-ass world called "Earth" and he ended up with a phone number and a lingering taste in his mouth. He waited a long time to call. Not months, but a couple of weeks, once he learned about the local holidays and realized they were meant for family and close friends, not date with strangers you snogged in bars. Well, depending on your upbringing, anyways, but he figured Makishima for a more quality figure than himself.
So it was that the day after Christmas, Makishima's phone rang and it wasn't someone from Japan or any of his relatives. It was the lazy drawl and accent of the guy from the bar.
"It's uh...it's Reno. Remember? From the party?" he offered up as gently as possible in case Maki didn't have the privacy to talk. Usually Reno didn't think about much, saying whatever he felt like when he felt like it, but the weeks of wandering around (which was actually more than a month for him, being as he went portal jumping in the meanwhile) gave him time to think about how not to screw everything up in the first hour. It was pretty sweet having time to make plans and rev himself up. Plus it meant time to beat the crap out of some punks to rip them off, shuck their wallets and get enough local scratch to take a guy out for a night on the town and not look like a cheap-ass.
Good times.
"Look uh, I know it's been a while but I thought you'd like time with the family and all. But apparently the holiday was done yesterday and I didn't want you to forget me" the Turk laughed, trying not to sound desperate. Fucking hard to do when you were playing out a seen from goddamn Lady and the Tramp. Good thing he'd never seen the movie. Loveless was bad enough.
"That dinner? Uhh...you hungry?"
[ Continued from here ]
6 Months Later
Actually if Makishima was honest it was the living with Reno on the weekends that was putting a bit of a strain in their relationship. Reno was a handful too be sure and Makishima really wasn't used to people being that close in his space. Now and again he'd find things moved or food missing and Makishima couldn't help but be annoyed. Sure he was used to his stuff being touched, he was a middle son after all, but that didn't mean he'd like it. Now that summer was here and Makishima was once again on vacation Reno was over nearly all the time and Maki was really feeling the strain.
He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
It wasn't just that either. Underneath it all Makishima still didn't know much about Reno's life or wherever he came from. He had learned some, that Reno came from a poor background and had worked his way up the ranks of whatever organization he was a part of, but everything else still came across as one big mystery that Makishima didn't understand.
He was worried about Reno, and that worry was beginning to stress him out.
Right now, they were at the bar where they'd had their first date, sharing a plate of nachos and while things were going decently well Makishima chose that moment to speak up, "Reno...I need to talk to you about something, sho."
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Talk. Tch. There was never a lot of talking done.
But it had been a great six months. At least for Reno, who was lucky to last six days. Even as he smiled up at Makishima and swallowed the last chip he'd been chewing he started running things over in his head that he must have said or done wrong. He'd even been as painfully slow about sex as he could manage to be - which he surprised himself with by being particularly careful and slow to graduate.
"Yeah, babe?" he mumbled, keeping his usual cool guy expression and cocking his head to the side as he waited, virtually none of the defeat that he felt actually showing. Maybe he should have taken Elena more seriously when she laughed at him about saying he was going steady. He stopped taking vacation in Wutai, stopped lurking around the lower plate red-light district, stopped drinking so much.
Maybe he really was just a no-good trouble maker...
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"I've been thinking and," Another pause as his words caught in his throat. He really was no good at these sort of things. Maybe he should just keep quiet? No he had to do this. "I've really enjoyed us being together, sho." He let out one of his nervous laughs then, pushed back his hair in a nervous gesture and reached out to play with his straw in the water he'd been drinking.
"There's some things I'm having a little trouble getting used to. I'm...I'm not used to someone else always being there and I still don't know a lot about what you do for a living, sho." He kept his gaze firmly fixed on the plate of nachos. Looking at Reno was too hard right now. "I'm always worried about you. I...I'm scared one day you're just not going to answer my text and I won't know what happened."
Forget the chips. Makishima let go of the straw and put his hand up over his eyes as if that would help.
"And besides that you...I feel like you treat me like I'm going to break sometimes, sho." He lets out another laugh and drops his hand. "I...It's too much right now and I have school to focus on and..."
He looked at Reno then and felt as if his own heart was jumping up to his throat. "I think I just need a break for a bit, sho." Not forever, just a little. Just to get his head back into the game. That was okay wasn't it? Then why did he feel like an ass?
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Never had a single word sounded like so many different things at once, to Reno. The slamming shut of two massive metal doors, the crash of a body against a barrier, a released breath, the final fall of a gavel, the last clang of a hammer upon an anvil. He turned away, smiling still as he lifted his drink and took a sip, nodding slowly, as much to himself as to answer Makishima's explanations. He was right, of course, though he had to applaud Makishima for the patience he'd shown already. It was the best and longest relationship of his life, but all good things came to an end.
"Comes at a good time, anyways. I've got a pretty big job coming up so I won't be able to visit for a while." A lie, of course, but Reno was paid to do a lot of things, and lying was something he'd learned to do at an early age for a good many reasons. Lying to Maki was something he never wanted to do, but when it was over it was over. Why bother standing on moral ceremony? They didn't owe each other anything. Clearly Maki didn't owe him shit.
"Honestly, I'll probably get in trouble for being late already, but it was date night and you know my priorities aren't the best," the redhead laughed, shrugging dismissively, not caring how the words were taken. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his usual too-heavy wad of cash and thumbed through the bills, tossing too much on the table without real interest.
"Call me later?" he asked, knowing he wouldn't bother answering even as he stood and leaned in to press a kiss to Makishima's cheek.
That bit hurt. He'd enjoyed the little affections, being able to embrace a better part of himself, being so careful not to use his more-than-human strength all the time. Then again, he supposed, he must have been too careful. Ah well.
He shrugged, reaching up and cupping Makishima's face briefly, running his thumb over the mole beneath his lip before clearing his throat and waving to the bartender and server to indicate he was leaving.
"See you around, babe," he said cheerily, flashing sharp teeth in that fox-like manner of his before heading straight for the door. He didn't want to hear anything else, didn't want to talk, didn't want to hear more explanations. He wanted to go. He had to go.
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"A-ah-h," He made a small sound in the back of his throat as acknowledgment. "Sure, sho." Of course he wouldn't question Reno's motives. He'd always been truthful and honest with him, at least for the most part. He had had to pry a little to get straight answers from him but he never felt like Reno was intentionally lying to him so he didn't suspect anything now either. Except that kiss felt weird and something in Reno's eyes worried Maki. Something in the way he held Maki's face and looked at him as if it was the last time he'd see him made Makishima worry. Surely he was over reacting. It was his first relationship after all and this was just a break. It wasn't permanent, it was just some time to get his head on straight so he could keep being with Reno and not feeling as if he was free falling off a cliff.
He nodded shallowly at Reno's farewell, watching as he headed out the door. The heavy feeling in his heart didn't go away.
What had just happened?
He stared at the money, always more than the bill was and even more than what a tip should have been, but Maki never said anything about it. He always assumed Reno was just generous and that was one of the things he loved about him.
Loved...Had he fallen in love with Reno? Makishima knew he'd been dancing around that particular 4-letter word for some time, but even though it'd been 6 months it all felt too soon. Too much too fast and that was why he'd had to pull the breaks, but now that he had he felt disoriented.
He stared at the cash and the remainder of the food, idly twirling his straw when that niggling feeling seemed to find the cord it had been looking for. What if Reno had thought Makishima meant the break was permanent? Fear rang true in Maki's heart and he pulled his phone out to call Reno right then just to make sure he understood that Maki hadn't meant the break to be anything permanent at all. At the least he wanted to ease his own fears that Reno had misunderstood him. This always seemed to happen with their important talks and Maki cursed himself for not trying to be more clear on his intent.
He slid out of the booth and headed out of the door as he waited on the rings, but when the phone went to voicemail he felt his heart drop into his stomach.
No, way. He was just over reacting wasn't he?
But what if he wasn't?
What if he lost Reno right then because he'd been an idiot?
Fear guiding him, Makishima looked right and then left down the street but there was no sign of the red-head. He needed to find him, so taking off at a run he headed in the direction he'd typically seen Reno leave. He had to find him before he lost him for good.
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Unfortunately it wasn't enough to stop a trio of drunk bully-boys from stumbling out of the shadows and trying to start something with him. He was not in the mood. Not at all. When the first one lurched forward, Reno didn't even pause to consider his strength or the fact that the malcontents were fairly harmless.
He beat them bloody. There was no mercy, no patience, no fun to be had. They were in his way and he wanted to leave before he didn't something really fuckin' gay, like cry. He was at the level of angry where he was pissed at everyone, pissed about everything. Stupid him for being a weak ass punk bitch. He should have just hit it and quit it, of course. Dumb as hell for getting invested. Domestic bliss was for idealistic kids like Cloud and Tifa. He should have known better.
He repeated bitter mantras of self-deprecation in his head as he took normal human men - some fairly larger than himself - and flung them about as casually as a child would a doll. He took one by the back of his shirt and pants, lifting him clear overhead and spun, throwing him so hard into the freight door across the alley that the metal bent inward. When they stopped moving, or at least stopped coming after him - it took less than a minute - Reno pulled all his cash out of his wallet and threw it in the air. No need for currency of that world anymore, he reminded himself.
Stalking around the corner to close the gap between himself and the portal that went home, Reno left no end of stomp-crushed garbage bins and punch-bent dumpsters in his wake. At least he knew as soon as he went through the portal there would be a good fight on the other side. He needed to kill something and drunk assholes wouldn't do.
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He had to find him, he had to!
It was by sheer luck that the cries of the men Reno was currently beating to a pulp drifted to Makishima on the wind. He hesitated for only a moment before deciding if there was ever a reason to be a scuffle it might have been Reno letting off steam. His boyfriend ( Though perhaps he should think of him as his ex, considering how Maki had essentially just dumped him. ) had always had a bit of a short fuse and a loose temper, but he'd never turned it on Makishima. He'd always excuse himself and go out for a bit only to come back with bumps and bruises and maybe a cut if someone else had been lucky. It had worried Makishima and been part of his reasoning for asking for the break, but now he was grateful for it. He hurried in the directions of the sounds and stopped dead when he found the bodies barely breathing. It looked more like they'd been hit by a truck rather than a lone man. The dent in the freight door was enough to make Makishima think maybe it wasn't his lover but someone, something, else that had made the men scream. The scattering of bills laying amidst the bodies didn't exactly give Makishima comfort. It'd be too much to hope that this was a drug deal gone wrong, rather than Reno deciding that Maki's request was the nothing in an all-or-nothing statement.
The sound of metal being hit further down the alley caught Makishima's attention and he skirted around the bodies and hurried to it.
Here were more signs that something stronger than a man had gone through. The dumpsters looked like they'd been done in by a car rather than someone's fists. Had Reno really done this? How? How could that even be possible and yet something inside of him continued to pull Makishima down that alley. This had to be the way he'd gone. It had to be!
He hurried along until he barely caught sight of Reno's red whip of hair going down another alley. He skidded, stumbling for a moment and calling out before it was too late, "Reno!" He couldn't lose him, he couldn't! He didn't even notice the way the world shifted around Reno, the strange appearance of it just beyond him. He noticed none of this as he flung himself at the red-head, arms outstretched, as they both crashed straight through the portal and into Reno's world.
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Fear instantly gripped Reno, erasing all the anger as his arms wrapped tight around Maki and craushed the younger man against his chest.
"DON'T LOOK!" he practically screamed over the rush of sound around them, light blasting a blinding array on them as he tried to right himself for the oncoming fall. The portal spit him out over a short cliff drop - only 6 or 7 meters - and nothing to someone like him, but it could have been absolutely devastating and certainly bone-breaking for Makishima. All he concerned himself with was making sure the younger man wouldn't be grievously injured. If that meant a few cuts, scrapes and dents for himself, that was fine.
Everything broke apart then rushed back together again in an instant for them both. One moment they were stumbling back towards a wall in evening England, the next they were tilting back, gravity changing directions and they were falling through the air to land extremely heavily on dusty red desert in the height of noon. Reno slammed into the ground on his back with a pained cry, the air punched clean out of his lungs and his head cracking against hard, crack dirt. He wheezed, gasping weakly for air, but didn't dare let go of Makishima until he was sure the fall had been absorbed and the other man could get up safely.
Safe being purely subjective since Reno knew for a fact that the desert outside Midgar was absolutely swarming with dangerous creatures. He didn't even have time to worry about the explanation. He needed to get up and get them on the move immediately, but everything hurt so freakin' bad! Saving lives was always so much harder than wrecking them, damn.
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He opened his eyes slowly to be greeted by bright daylight and earth the color of copper. His eyes widened and he straightened up slowly, legs falling to either side of Reno's waist as he looked around at the world they had landed in. This sure as hell wasn't England or anywhere else on Earth that Makishima knew of. His head swiveled around to look at their surroundings and in the distance he could see a city. Though Reno had never given any concrete details or pictures of the world he lived in Makishima knew that he must be looking at Midgard.
"What..." It was the only word Makishima could get out as he was in far too much shock to process much else. How had they gotten here? What happened to England? What was going on? There were too many questions in Makishima's head and he felt his heart start to hammer in his chest and his breath shallow as he started to panic. What the hell had happened?!
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Reaching up and running a hand over his face several times, Reno finally got a good breath in. Closing his eyes and counting helped keep him from yelling a sleu of obscenities. His other hand went up, rubbing his face, scrubbing at sand and sweat and probably tears - of anger, he would insist if asked - before he forced his hair away from his face and stared hard at Makishima.
"Okay. Yeah...so...you've got a lot of questions - some old, some new - and that's totally understandable, and at this point totally deserving of answers, but uhh...this is really, really not a safe place. So can you get up? Like now? We've got to go. Midgar is too far away so we're going to Kalm for the night. It's over the ridge and about a mile walk. We can talk on the way, yeah? Alright?" the redhead half asked, half ordered. His speech rambled like it did when he was worried, or nervous or just lost in general. He did not want to run into anything and risk Makishima's safety more than he already had.
"Be confused later. Right now maybe you oughta think'hey, I'm in the wilderness where dangerous shit is' and get moving, regardless of what makes sense, yeah?"
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He looked towards Reno, clearly scared and despite the fight they'd just had or Makishima's wishes for a break he needed Reno more than ever.
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...On a third hand (was that even a thing?), Makishima did come running after him, which Reno could only assume meant the other man had misgivings about the situation in the first place. What he really had to ask himself was if he was willing to let his heart be toyed with for the duration of time it took Makishima to figure his shit out.
Then again it could be a moot point anyways, since Reno wasn't sure if Makishima would even want to talk to him, knowing he was - for all intents and purposes - an alien from another world.
"Keep up," he muttered brusquely, head down and eyes turned away towards the village. Reno really couldn't bear to see the complicated emotions on Makishima's face; he didn't want things any more difficult than they already were, so it was better to just trudge forward and get them out of the sand and onto grass and cobblestone.
"Talk and walk. When we get to Kalm, I want a drink. I don't want to have you buzzing in my ear once I'm in my cups," the redhead grunted, swiveling his head side to side and watching for danger as he got up, pulled his coat off and started hoofing it in the direction of the village.
"I'll start: No, I'm not from your world. I never was. Yes, you're on my world now. Yes, you can go home. I think. Most likely. But it'll take a while to get there; it doesn't just happen, but you'll show up reasonably close to the time you left. Maybe a few days later...different time passage. I'm not a scientist, I don't know how it works."
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Focusing on what Reno was actually saying wasn't easy, but he forced himself to. That Reno was angry seemed obvious but what he was angry about wasn't so clear. Was he angry that Makishima had followed him and fallen into this mess? Was he angry that he now had to take care of Makishima? It was really too much. What did manage to stick with Makishima was that for all intents and purposes Reno was an alien. Perhaps a very humanoid looking one with all the same body parts as Makishima had, but an alien all the same. He supposed that explained the strange glow to Reno's eyes. Makishima had always wondered at it and the fact that Reno insisted the lights stay on while they had sex. Makishima assumed it was some kind of pride thing, but perhaps it was more that that glow would only be brought out if it were fully dark. It made sense in a way.
It was a comfort to know that time might not be directly affected by Makishima's sudden departure. He thought now of the days or weeks that sometimes went by with Reno gone. Just how long were those gaps for Reno? He usually returned extremely happy to see Makishima as if it had been ages since he'd seen Makishima. Maki had always assumed that was some clingy nature of Reno's, Toudou could be like that, but maybe it was that actual months had passed. Perhaps Reno was happy to see him because he genuinely didn't know just how long it would be before he could see him again. That made Makishima feel guilty and suddenly those little, petty annoyances didn't mean so much to him. God he really had made a mistake.
"Reno," Makishima said quietly, reaching out to take his hand in his. He wanted to apologize, needed to.
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"Elfadunk," the Turk warned,craning his head around the boulder for a moment before whipping back behind the cover and cursing under his breath.
"...There's some Levrikon, too. The Elfadunk isn't a big deal but the Levrikon can get pretty nasty. Worst the Elfadunk has is that damn Shower...they'll poison you. I've seen people kill themselves under the influence," the man reported warningly, blue-green eyes flicking over to Makishima's face for a moment.
He had thought to look away again, but got caught up, staring silently. There was a lot of hurt in his angry, fearful gaze, but a lot more worry for the younger man. No matter how stupid he felt over getting tangled up like he had, it didn't change that he'd had some of his happiest times with Maki. No amount of hurt would change that, and the complicated feelings were plain n his face as he forced himself to look away.
"Stay here," Reno ordered, pointing to the ground where they stood before reaching into his coat and pilling out a short sap. A flick of the wrist extended the metal rod into a long baton, the surface scuffed and stained. There wasa small red emblem on the handle, though Maki didn't have time to investigate as Reno pushed him back again before stalking out of cover and sneering in the direction of whatever was behind the boulder.
"Let's dance, you ugly little shits," the redhead taunted, the spooked creatures squawking and bellowing. There was a large, blue-skinned elephantine beast with horns as well as tusks and something like a very massive, aggressive-looking combination of vulture and stork. Reno ran at the animals fearlessly, clotheslining one of the bird things before bellowing a satisfied whoop and laying into the pachyderm with the baton. All of the animals converged upon him, but he hardly seemed to care; it was his element, after all.
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He had no idea what an "elfadunk" was but he was about to find out. Makishima's already pale face had gone even paler at Reno's caution. He was scared, terrified in fact, but seeing that concern mingled with so much hurt and anger in Reno's gaze sobered him. He'd gotten himself into a mess, but Reno was going to be here to protect him. He could have been with him back home too, but Makishima really had made a terrible mistake. Dammit, he was such an idiot!
He mentally cursed himself, distracted until he heard Reno taunt the creatures and despite Reno's warning Makishima was rushing around the edge of the boulder to try and help if he could. Too bad he was extremely out of his league. Thankfully he recognized it and could only stare with wide eyes as he watched Reno fight. He was good. It looked like one of the Chinese kung-fu movies his brother liked so much, only far more rough and tumble. Reno was amazing.
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With the fight over, Reno collapsed as well, folding in on himself and crouching on the ground with his head down between his knees, arms loosely wrapped around his legs. Dropping the stun baton beside himself, Reno closed his eyes and focused on ignoring the voices in his head whispering doubt and misery. The mist Elfadunks sprayed created a fog in a person's mind, dragging them down with a loss of will and nagging despair. It wasn't easy to ignore when one was already feeling less than enthusiastic about things. He already felt miserable, so it was hardly surprising that the Elfadunk mist had him hugging himself and rocking on his heels as he just forced himself to wait out the effects. Fortunately nothing lasted long, but that didn't make it any less risky.
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Reno followed right after and Makishima was calling out his name again and feeling panic grip his chest. Images of a hurt friend flitted through his head, the worry, the concern, the thought that Kinjou could have died all caused his heart to beat faster and his breathing go shallow. He tried not to outright panic as he ran up to Reno, spinning around, and dropping to his knees in front of him.
"Reno? Reno? Reno?! Can you hear me? Are you okay, sho!" He reached out and took Reno's face into his hands, forcing the red-head to look up at him. "Reno please, don't die, tell me you're okay-sho!" He couldn't lose Reno. He couldn't! If he had to carry Reno the rest of the way to the city he would. He'd drag them both across the desert so long as Reno lived.