Fic: The Trials (Takki/Tsubasa)
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zukkokyaTitle: The Trials
Fandom: JE - Tackey & Tsubasa
Pairing/characters: Takki/Tsubasa
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~900
Disclaimer: Total fiction.
Summary: Life is stressful when you can't watch Naruto./Food poisoning is fun for no one.
Note: I thought I'd posted these, but I did not! And so I am posting them now. :D #necessaryexplanations
I figure it's good timing since Tacky Wing just released a PV featuring them being married with ten million children.
Yoshi’s trying to listen to Naruto but he can’t because of the screamy shrieky thing in the kitchen.
“Dad!” he bellows. “Turn it off!”
“She’s not a TV!” his dad yells back.
Behind Yoshi, his papa murmurs, “If only,” into a couch cushion.
"Or an it!" his dad adds.
The show’s almost over. Yoshi watches Sakura's mouth move and Naruto says something back to her but Yoshi can’t hear any of it so he crawls right up to the TV and puts his ear against one of the speakers.
“Yoshi,” Papa mutters. “Get back here.”
“I. Can’t. Hear.” Yoshi stresses every word in case his papa doesn’t grasp how traumatic this is.
“It’s recorded, relax.”
“I want to hear it now!”
Tsuki’s screaming reaches a brand new pitch. Then the sound gets closer.
Not fair. Not fair! “Dad, no! Don't take it in here!” he yells. But now Naruto’s yelling, too, at least, so Yoshi can finally hear some of the dialogue—“You’re wrong! How could you think—”
And then It arrives, howling and thrashing in his dad’s arms, and drowns out the rest of Naruto's tirade.
“Papa!” Yoshi pleads.
But his dad says, “Give it a rest, Yoshi,” and his papa just groans and pushes himself up to sit and yawn.
“Please, please take her,” Yoshi’s dad begs Papa in super polite Japanese.
His papa rolls his eyes and reaches for Tsuki. Dad gives her up so fast she practically falls out of his arms.
On the TV, the credits start to roll. Yoshi just wasted his morning half hour of TV on a show he didn’t even get to hear. His eyes feel hot. Stupid baby.
Then he’s in the air, one arm and one leg wrapped around his dad’s forearms. His dad adjusts his grip so he’s holding Yoshi against his side like a plank of wood.
Yoshi grins despite himself. “Throw me, throw me!” he yells. It's the least his dad can do, right?
His dad tosses him up and there’s an instant, like there is every time, when Yoshi’s convinced he’ll keep going up and up forever. Then his dad catches him and says, “You haven’t eaten, right?”
Yoshi says, ”Uh huh.”
His dad gives him a comically skeptical look and dangles Yoshi upside-down by his ankles. “What’s that?”
Yoshi shrieks and giggles, trying to kick and flailing his upper body to try and grab his dad’s sweatpants. “I ATE!”
“Ah, I don’t understand you at all,” his dad says, sounding sad.
“Speak the upside-down language,” his papa tells Yoshi, looking up at Yoshi’s dad with a tired grin.
“I don’t know it!” Yoshi yells. “What language is that?”
“Say the same thing, only upside-down,” his papa explains.
“EH? UPSIDE-DOWN?”
“Or you could tell the truth and say ‘I didn’t eat,’” his dad suggests.
“I DIDN’T EAT I DIDN’T EAT!” Yoshi screams.
His dad obligingly drops him on the couch, and Yoshi tucks and rolls off onto the floor, where he sprawls out and kicks his dad’s bare feet with his own.
“Come on,” his dad says, tapping Yoshi’s forehead with his big toe. “Food.”
Yoshi jumps up and runs into the kitchen first so he can hide the jam–it's always funny to watch his dad reaching for the high cabinets. He doesn’t notice that Tsuki’s stopped screaming, face mashed against their papa’s chest, a fold of his shirt clutched in her small fist.
—
Yoshi’s in the bath and Tsuki’s on the computer playing her photography game, so Tsubasa takes the opportunity to check on Hideaki. He leaves the bedroom door open so he can hear Tsuki and Yoshi arguing with each other from their separate rooms.
The lights are dim, turned up just enough that Tsubasa can see the outline of Hideaki’s body under the blankets. Hideaki's been up here for hours; he didn’t even eat dinner with them.
Tsubasa stretches out next to him on top of the blankets and wraps an arm around Hideaki’s chest.
“Where are the kids?” Hideaki murmurs.
“Bath. Computer.” Tsubasa tugs him closer. “You can’t hear them?”
“Yoshi, don’t use my soap!”
“I’m using it to wash my butt!”
“YOSHI! THAT’S—PAPA!”
“DON’T BE A BABY, I WAS KIDDING! I WAS KIDDING, PAPA!”
“I know!” Tsubasa calls back. “And I don’t care,” he mutters into Hideaki’s neck. “As long as you don’t eat it.”
Hideaki laughs and leans his head back until his hair, still damp from the shower, presses against Tsubasa’s lips. “At least they’re arguing in Japanese,” he says. The kids have gotten into the habit recently of speaking English at home, which Tsubasa hates. When they’re at school, fine, but Tsubasa refuses to speak to his own children in a second language.
He rubs Hideaki’s chest. “Feel better at all?” he asks.
Hideaki shifts and brings one hand up to fit his fingers through Tsubasa’s. “Not really. Keep an eye on Tsuki,” he says. “I think what we ate for lunch at the docks was undercooked.”
As if to underscore his suspicion, Hideaki’s stomach makes a queasy sound.
Tsubasa kisses the back of his head. “I’m not sleeping next to you if you have food poisoning,” he says. “I love you, but not nearly that much.”
Hideaki grips his hand tighter. “Too late. You made the mistake of getting this close. You’re staying here until I either feel better or throw up all over you.”
Yoshi appears in the doorway, stark naked except for the towel turban on his head. His eyes are narrowed in suspicion. “Why is it so dark in here?” he demands.
Tsubasa raises his eyebrows. “Really?”
He and Yoshi have a short stare-down, then Yoshi slaps the lights off and slams the door. “THEY’RE BEING GROSS, TSUKI.”
Hideaki turns in Tsubasa’s arms and grins. “Want to be guilty as charged?” he asks.
Tsubasa pushes him away by the face. “Get your disease away from me,” he says affectionately.
“DAAAAD, YOSHI WON’T PUT CLOTHES ON!”
“PAPA DOES IT.”
“PAPAAAA!”
Tsubasa groans. “I’ll be back. I’m going to go sell them.” He smooths Hideaki’s hair back, then heads out to deal with their whiny spawn.
[Note: These are part of an AU![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fuyukoi and I imagined where T&T have kids and live in the States and someday, I will write the larger story surrounding it. We went with Yoshi because, naturally, one of T&T's kids is going to be named after Tsuyoshi in some way, and Tsuki is a combination their first names, because fuyukoi are just to that degree of sappy when it comes to this pairing.]
Fandom: JE - Tackey & Tsubasa
Pairing/characters: Takki/Tsubasa
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~900
Disclaimer: Total fiction.
Summary: Life is stressful when you can't watch Naruto./Food poisoning is fun for no one.
Note: I thought I'd posted these, but I did not! And so I am posting them now. :D #necessaryexplanations
I figure it's good timing since Tacky Wing just released a PV featuring them being married with ten million children.
Yoshi’s trying to listen to Naruto but he can’t because of the screamy shrieky thing in the kitchen.
“Dad!” he bellows. “Turn it off!”
“She’s not a TV!” his dad yells back.
Behind Yoshi, his papa murmurs, “If only,” into a couch cushion.
"Or an it!" his dad adds.
The show’s almost over. Yoshi watches Sakura's mouth move and Naruto says something back to her but Yoshi can’t hear any of it so he crawls right up to the TV and puts his ear against one of the speakers.
“Yoshi,” Papa mutters. “Get back here.”
“I. Can’t. Hear.” Yoshi stresses every word in case his papa doesn’t grasp how traumatic this is.
“It’s recorded, relax.”
“I want to hear it now!”
Tsuki’s screaming reaches a brand new pitch. Then the sound gets closer.
Not fair. Not fair! “Dad, no! Don't take it in here!” he yells. But now Naruto’s yelling, too, at least, so Yoshi can finally hear some of the dialogue—“You’re wrong! How could you think—”
And then It arrives, howling and thrashing in his dad’s arms, and drowns out the rest of Naruto's tirade.
“Papa!” Yoshi pleads.
But his dad says, “Give it a rest, Yoshi,” and his papa just groans and pushes himself up to sit and yawn.
“Please, please take her,” Yoshi’s dad begs Papa in super polite Japanese.
His papa rolls his eyes and reaches for Tsuki. Dad gives her up so fast she practically falls out of his arms.
On the TV, the credits start to roll. Yoshi just wasted his morning half hour of TV on a show he didn’t even get to hear. His eyes feel hot. Stupid baby.
Then he’s in the air, one arm and one leg wrapped around his dad’s forearms. His dad adjusts his grip so he’s holding Yoshi against his side like a plank of wood.
Yoshi grins despite himself. “Throw me, throw me!” he yells. It's the least his dad can do, right?
His dad tosses him up and there’s an instant, like there is every time, when Yoshi’s convinced he’ll keep going up and up forever. Then his dad catches him and says, “You haven’t eaten, right?”
Yoshi says, ”Uh huh.”
His dad gives him a comically skeptical look and dangles Yoshi upside-down by his ankles. “What’s that?”
Yoshi shrieks and giggles, trying to kick and flailing his upper body to try and grab his dad’s sweatpants. “I ATE!”
“Ah, I don’t understand you at all,” his dad says, sounding sad.
“Speak the upside-down language,” his papa tells Yoshi, looking up at Yoshi’s dad with a tired grin.
“I don’t know it!” Yoshi yells. “What language is that?”
“Say the same thing, only upside-down,” his papa explains.
“EH? UPSIDE-DOWN?”
“Or you could tell the truth and say ‘I didn’t eat,’” his dad suggests.
“I DIDN’T EAT I DIDN’T EAT!” Yoshi screams.
His dad obligingly drops him on the couch, and Yoshi tucks and rolls off onto the floor, where he sprawls out and kicks his dad’s bare feet with his own.
“Come on,” his dad says, tapping Yoshi’s forehead with his big toe. “Food.”
Yoshi jumps up and runs into the kitchen first so he can hide the jam–it's always funny to watch his dad reaching for the high cabinets. He doesn’t notice that Tsuki’s stopped screaming, face mashed against their papa’s chest, a fold of his shirt clutched in her small fist.
—
Yoshi’s in the bath and Tsuki’s on the computer playing her photography game, so Tsubasa takes the opportunity to check on Hideaki. He leaves the bedroom door open so he can hear Tsuki and Yoshi arguing with each other from their separate rooms.
The lights are dim, turned up just enough that Tsubasa can see the outline of Hideaki’s body under the blankets. Hideaki's been up here for hours; he didn’t even eat dinner with them.
Tsubasa stretches out next to him on top of the blankets and wraps an arm around Hideaki’s chest.
“Where are the kids?” Hideaki murmurs.
“Bath. Computer.” Tsubasa tugs him closer. “You can’t hear them?”
“Yoshi, don’t use my soap!”
“I’m using it to wash my butt!”
“YOSHI! THAT’S—PAPA!”
“DON’T BE A BABY, I WAS KIDDING! I WAS KIDDING, PAPA!”
“I know!” Tsubasa calls back. “And I don’t care,” he mutters into Hideaki’s neck. “As long as you don’t eat it.”
Hideaki laughs and leans his head back until his hair, still damp from the shower, presses against Tsubasa’s lips. “At least they’re arguing in Japanese,” he says. The kids have gotten into the habit recently of speaking English at home, which Tsubasa hates. When they’re at school, fine, but Tsubasa refuses to speak to his own children in a second language.
He rubs Hideaki’s chest. “Feel better at all?” he asks.
Hideaki shifts and brings one hand up to fit his fingers through Tsubasa’s. “Not really. Keep an eye on Tsuki,” he says. “I think what we ate for lunch at the docks was undercooked.”
As if to underscore his suspicion, Hideaki’s stomach makes a queasy sound.
Tsubasa kisses the back of his head. “I’m not sleeping next to you if you have food poisoning,” he says. “I love you, but not nearly that much.”
Hideaki grips his hand tighter. “Too late. You made the mistake of getting this close. You’re staying here until I either feel better or throw up all over you.”
Yoshi appears in the doorway, stark naked except for the towel turban on his head. His eyes are narrowed in suspicion. “Why is it so dark in here?” he demands.
Tsubasa raises his eyebrows. “Really?”
He and Yoshi have a short stare-down, then Yoshi slaps the lights off and slams the door. “THEY’RE BEING GROSS, TSUKI.”
Hideaki turns in Tsubasa’s arms and grins. “Want to be guilty as charged?” he asks.
Tsubasa pushes him away by the face. “Get your disease away from me,” he says affectionately.
“DAAAAD, YOSHI WON’T PUT CLOTHES ON!”
“PAPA DOES IT.”
“PAPAAAA!”
Tsubasa groans. “I’ll be back. I’m going to go sell them.” He smooths Hideaki’s hair back, then heads out to deal with their whiny spawn.
[Note: These are part of an AU
fuyukoi and I imagined where T&T have kids and live in the States and someday, I will write the larger story surrounding it. We went with Yoshi because, naturally, one of T&T's kids is going to be named after Tsuyoshi in some way, and Tsuki is a combination their first names, because fuyukoi are just to that degree of sappy when it comes to this pairing.]
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Date: 2011-08-21 01:54 am (UTC)it's always funny to watch his dad reaching for the high cabinets
Tsuyoshi and Tsubasa have been training you well, Yoshi ;_; ♥ AND IT'S NOT THAT HE'S SHORT. IT'S JUST... UH... it's all Tsubasa's fault somehow.
Tsubasa groans. “I’ll be back. I’m going to go sell them.” He smoothes Hideaki’s hair back, then heads out to deal with their whiny spawn.
I love baby!verse XDDDDDDD BRB SELLING THE KIDS \o/ This is karmic payback, Trollbasa XD ♥
Also:
He doesn’t notice that Tsuki’s stopped screaming, face mashed against their papa’s chest, a fold of his shirt clutched in her small fist.
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Date: 2011-08-21 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-21 02:26 am (UTC)Dammit, Tacky Wing.no subject
Date: 2011-08-21 02:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-21 02:47 am (UTC)IT'S NOT LIKE TSUBASA BOUGHT TAKKI UNDERWEAR AND THONGS (A BRAND THAT HE USES HIMSELF) FOR HIS BIRTHDAY OR ANYTHI-- oh.
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Date: 2011-08-21 02:04 am (UTC)it's always funny to watch his dad reaching for the high cabinets
lolololololol height jokes will neverrrrrr get old!
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Date: 2011-08-21 02:20 am (UTC)WHAT MORE CAN THEY POSSIBLY DO.
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Date: 2011-08-21 02:28 am (UTC)Speaking of which! When is the drabblethon? My poking stick looks forward to bludgeoni-- uh. being harmless? :D;
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Date: 2011-08-21 02:43 am (UTC)I wouldn't mind hosting it, either. I desire having fun with sparkles. :DDDDD
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Date: 2011-08-21 04:21 am (UTC)oh hmmm ahhh... ficathon. one of my friendsters offered to share some flail to pump up the crowd so lemme check back with her first. or actually, now that i think about it... part of the whole deal can be "share why you love takitsuba?" would that work for you fine ladies? so a takitsuba meme in general. i don't have a preference on who / where it's hosted as long as it results in fic :DDDDD/////////// nomnomnomnomnom
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Date: 2011-08-21 06:09 am (UTC)Let me know when's good for posting and I'll put it up and pimp it out. :D
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Date: 2011-08-21 06:20 am (UTC)i think whenever you're ready would be good! *hands off reins*
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Date: 2011-08-22 12:15 pm (UTC)(I. Cannot. Stop. Using. This. Icon.)
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Date: 2011-08-23 12:58 am (UTC)alskfjsaljfsl i keep using it too :333
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Date: 2011-08-21 06:24 pm (UTC)So I heard about drabblethon-turned meme from lovespiral and thought I should at least come and introduce myself or something ))
TxT and kids! To tell you the truth, never actually thought about such a concept but it does seem natural in the fic )) Should rethink that... tomorrow! )
So, about the flail meme. How is that going to happen? )
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Date: 2011-08-22 12:24 pm (UTC)I forget how we got on the subject of them with kids, but after I wrote some as a joke, the idea sounded more and more endearing, and then I wrote fic. My thought processes are fun. XD
The meme's going be hosted here at Chez Kya, mainly because I wanted to play with glitter and photos. It'll be posted either Wednesday/Thursday (Japan time). :)
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Date: 2011-08-23 03:25 am (UTC)cool ))Yay! Meme!
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Date: 2011-08-21 10:10 pm (UTC)...ihu
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Date: 2011-08-22 06:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 12:13 pm (UTC)Plus it's fun to imagine kids having Total Control over Tacky Wing. XD
(Btw, what is it with JE and kids lately? Tacky Wing's PV, K8's 24H, Ryo's two dramas, Hina's drama–wtf, JE, are you trying to wean us onto the idea because all of them are about to announce their illegitimate kids at once?)
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Date: 2011-08-22 06:32 am (UTC)Thank you for this it was so adorable to read! ^_^
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Date: 2011-08-22 12:20 pm (UTC)