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metamorphosis2012-06-05 02:42 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-06-05 02:42 pm
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Title: first of many
Character: Chizuru Tachibana, Masaki Sato
Rating: G
Skyping. Post grad for the boys.
The internet is a wonderful thing with the best three functions any college student moving back to his home country could need: Wikipedia, the ability to stay in touch with your friends in Japan, and porn.
Chizuru skypes with the group every Sunday, although they go to bed while he’s eating dinner and he’s left alone to amuse himself. Every so often he’ll convince one of them to stay up, and more often than not it’s Masaki, for whatever reason. She says it’s to shut him up; he thinks it’s because, deep down, she misses the sound of his voice. She’d deny it if he said anything, so he doesn’t.
It’s nice, anyway, and as time wears it becomes less of the group skyping and more of just him and her. He closes his eyes and listens to her talk about everyone - how Yuuta and Kaname went to the same school, how Shun’s working at a flower shop for the moment while he wonders what to do, how Yuuki’s still the same - and imagines her fluffy hair and small stature, the way she feels against him and how she smells. He makes little sounds that assure her that he’s listening to her words and not just the sound of her voice - except he’s not, and it’s obvious when she pauses, waiting for his reply on how he’s doing. He’s fine; college is good, his German hasn’t worsened from just speaking Japanese all the time (and he offers to say a few words for her, which she politely declines since she wouldn’t know what he said anyway), and he still hasn’t decided on a major. That doesn’t surprise her - it makes her laugh, but it doesn’t surprise her, and he feels himself warm up at the thought of her smile.
He stays up to say good morning to her, after a time; she knows he’s tired because he speaks less in their common tongue and more in the foreign one he grew up with. She picks up a few words - English is similar to German, and she’s thankful she paid attention in her class - and he’s surprised when she talks to him in it when he’s more awake.
The first time they do a video call, neither of them speaks; they study each other - see what a year or two apart could do - and he’s pleasantly surprised to find that she hasn’t changed much. She’s still the (shorter than him) girl he had hugged before he left for Germany; she’s filled out a little here and there, but there’s still the girlish immaturity in her face and the way she seems more nervous in front of the camera. It’s an attractive quality, and he wonders if, maybe, he could help her overcome it —
They don’t chat long; she still lives with her parents, and he has classes that evening, but it’s nice.
It’s more than nice.
Character: Chizuru Tachibana, Masaki Sato
Rating: G
Skyping. Post grad for the boys.
The internet is a wonderful thing with the best three functions any college student moving back to his home country could need: Wikipedia, the ability to stay in touch with your friends in Japan, and porn.
Chizuru skypes with the group every Sunday, although they go to bed while he’s eating dinner and he’s left alone to amuse himself. Every so often he’ll convince one of them to stay up, and more often than not it’s Masaki, for whatever reason. She says it’s to shut him up; he thinks it’s because, deep down, she misses the sound of his voice. She’d deny it if he said anything, so he doesn’t.
It’s nice, anyway, and as time wears it becomes less of the group skyping and more of just him and her. He closes his eyes and listens to her talk about everyone - how Yuuta and Kaname went to the same school, how Shun’s working at a flower shop for the moment while he wonders what to do, how Yuuki’s still the same - and imagines her fluffy hair and small stature, the way she feels against him and how she smells. He makes little sounds that assure her that he’s listening to her words and not just the sound of her voice - except he’s not, and it’s obvious when she pauses, waiting for his reply on how he’s doing. He’s fine; college is good, his German hasn’t worsened from just speaking Japanese all the time (and he offers to say a few words for her, which she politely declines since she wouldn’t know what he said anyway), and he still hasn’t decided on a major. That doesn’t surprise her - it makes her laugh, but it doesn’t surprise her, and he feels himself warm up at the thought of her smile.
He stays up to say good morning to her, after a time; she knows he’s tired because he speaks less in their common tongue and more in the foreign one he grew up with. She picks up a few words - English is similar to German, and she’s thankful she paid attention in her class - and he’s surprised when she talks to him in it when he’s more awake.
The first time they do a video call, neither of them speaks; they study each other - see what a year or two apart could do - and he’s pleasantly surprised to find that she hasn’t changed much. She’s still the (shorter than him) girl he had hugged before he left for Germany; she’s filled out a little here and there, but there’s still the girlish immaturity in her face and the way she seems more nervous in front of the camera. It’s an attractive quality, and he wonders if, maybe, he could help her overcome it —
They don’t chat long; she still lives with her parents, and he has classes that evening, but it’s nice.
It’s more than nice.