U:M ficbit 2
Nov. 12th, 2006 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76And ficbit two for the night, again from the shared universe ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hoshikage and I are working in. This one... really can fit in anywhere after A Human Heart, so spoilers for that and Splintered Secrets as well as spoilers for episodes twenty-nine and thirty-one, and a warning for even milder shounen-ai than the last piece.
Some days Mirai despaired of ever understanding Earth culture and getting the nuances right. Too many of his journal entries, in his opinion, began with the words "Earthlings are strange." And he knew it wasn't /their/ fault, that it was /his/, he was the outsider... but he still failed too often for his liking.
So he tried to fix his mistakes when he could. A small wrapped box at the captain's terminal the morning after his birthday party, containing coffee beans. A self-imposed course of study on what humans considered appropriate food for each meal, and learning how to cook them. An invitation to Ryuu to spend his next day off however he liked, no picnics involved. Subtle apologies all, and he hoped they were understood. Every mistake he realized and corrected, after all, was one less mistake that he would make again.
Ryuu browsed Mirai's bookcase as Mirai sketched, quick fletches of pencil against paper gradually forming and shading the apple that sat on the desk before him. Two dimensions mutated into three through the interplay of light and dark. "History," Ryuu muttered quietly, finger hovering just shy of the books' spines, "landscaping, memoir, travelogue, solar energy harvesting techniques, geo-thermal engineering, men's fashion?" His voice rose slightly, a question, on the last. Mirai looked up. Ryuu just shook his head, though, and continued on with his exploration. "Cookbook, human anatomy, origami, GunPhoenix manual... what's this?" He fished out a volume, but his body blocked Mirai from seeing it.
"What's what, Ryuu-san?"
Ryuu turned and displayed a plain navy blue volume, one eyebrow raised in silent query.
"Oh. My journal," Mirai said dismissively, turning back to his drawing, comparing it to the real thing. "You can read it if you like."
"You'd... let me read it?" Ryuu sounded surprised.
Mirai looked back up. "Ryuu-san." He reached out with the energy that Ryuu could not see, caressed the one who was already the better half of his self. "There's nothing in me to keep from you."
hoshikage and I are working in. This one... really can fit in anywhere after A Human Heart, so spoilers for that and Splintered Secrets as well as spoilers for episodes twenty-nine and thirty-one, and a warning for even milder shounen-ai than the last piece.Some days Mirai despaired of ever understanding Earth culture and getting the nuances right. Too many of his journal entries, in his opinion, began with the words "Earthlings are strange." And he knew it wasn't /their/ fault, that it was /his/, he was the outsider... but he still failed too often for his liking.
So he tried to fix his mistakes when he could. A small wrapped box at the captain's terminal the morning after his birthday party, containing coffee beans. A self-imposed course of study on what humans considered appropriate food for each meal, and learning how to cook them. An invitation to Ryuu to spend his next day off however he liked, no picnics involved. Subtle apologies all, and he hoped they were understood. Every mistake he realized and corrected, after all, was one less mistake that he would make again.
Ryuu browsed Mirai's bookcase as Mirai sketched, quick fletches of pencil against paper gradually forming and shading the apple that sat on the desk before him. Two dimensions mutated into three through the interplay of light and dark. "History," Ryuu muttered quietly, finger hovering just shy of the books' spines, "landscaping, memoir, travelogue, solar energy harvesting techniques, geo-thermal engineering, men's fashion?" His voice rose slightly, a question, on the last. Mirai looked up. Ryuu just shook his head, though, and continued on with his exploration. "Cookbook, human anatomy, origami, GunPhoenix manual... what's this?" He fished out a volume, but his body blocked Mirai from seeing it.
"What's what, Ryuu-san?"
Ryuu turned and displayed a plain navy blue volume, one eyebrow raised in silent query.
"Oh. My journal," Mirai said dismissively, turning back to his drawing, comparing it to the real thing. "You can read it if you like."
"You'd... let me read it?" Ryuu sounded surprised.
Mirai looked back up. "Ryuu-san." He reached out with the energy that Ryuu could not see, caressed the one who was already the better half of his self. "There's nothing in me to keep from you."
