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[#261] hunters and hunted (Wind Breaker)
Theme Prompt: 261 - Schemes
Title: hunters and hunted
Fandom: Wind Breaker
Rating/Warnings: Teen, themes of injury
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 868
Summary: Suo has a plan to help Sakura. Nirei also has a plan of his own.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”A few steps behind Suo, Nirei’s hands are white-knuckled around his notebook, the third since he started at the school with the same yellow cover as the first two like that would be enough of a pretence that Suo wouldn’t notice.
He did. Filed it away with the rest and cut his gums on the knowing of it, chewed the scent of Nirei’s shampoo and the raised callus on his middle and forefinger until copper coated every breath. He doesn’t slow his pace or modulate his stride length, but Nirei is next to him regardless, the universe softening a little at the edges. “Yes. Sakura has shown that he has some difficulties in asking for help.”
Suo reaches for Nirei’s arm, the crook of his elbow blindly. He knows the other boy is there from the gentle patter of his footsteps, the rush of his breath, but he can’t see him. Slowly, then.
The back of Suo’s fingers brush against fabric, soft against blunted skin, bunched around the hitch of Nirei’s elbow, then higher, around his upper arm, his bicep, to rest his hand snug. Nirei holds himself taut, catgut ratcheted to a breaking point, his breath tangled somewhere in his ribs before he relaxes all at once, steps closer to Suo to settle in his orbit. In the curved reflection of a lamppost as they pass it, Nirei’s cheeks shine bright, moving in time with Suo like they share one body, one heart.
“Given that he won’t ask for our help and won’t accept it if we offer it outright,” Nirei says. “We’re just going to turn up?”
“Yes.” Suo keeps his fingers lax against Nirei’s arm, barely more than a touch but something that would be missed when it’s gone. A little mean, maybe, but Suo can’t resist the impulse. His other hand curls into a fist, his nails cutting into the curve of his palm, along the line of his thumb, and it wouldn’t be the same as pulling Nirei closer and using that movement, the stumbling shock of it, that same taut rigidity, to crowd him back against a wall. Not the same as scoring bright lines over clenched muscle, the delicate stripes of veins, but the slight cruelty will keep him even, balanced, not enough to scare Nirei away. They’re cut from a similar cloth, the pattern splashing loud and staining Suo where it has just smudged Nirei’s edges.
Nirei laughs once, a shriek of a hunting hawk before it commits to the dive. “Yeah, okay. What could possibly go wrong?”
Suo doesn’t think Sakura would turn either of them away, separately or together. He’d bluster and snarl, a snap of his teeth at any wandering fingers but he’d relent, baring his belly instead of his throat, and they would spend the next few hours together once more.
Something must shift in his posture, a tremor in his hand, a hesitance to his step, as Nirei turns to him, draws them both to a stop. He tucks his notebook back into his pocket as he moves into Suo’s field of view, Suo’s hold on his arm lowered to his hand instead, their fingers locked together. “We make a good team, don’t we?”
Suo catches Nirei’s gaze, holds it and sees his soul echo through the reflection.
“We do.”
He’d let Nirei rip his throat out if the other boy asked him to. He’d stand, unflinching, gaze tipped towards the heavens as the wolf dressed in wool nosed closer to where Suo is still soft at the sewn together joints, because it would be an act of mercy, of love that Suo isn’t sure he can possess.
Nirei squeezes his hand, the edge of his nails against the creases in Suo’s palm. “And you’ll ask when you need help from us, won’t you, Suo?”
The question isn’t for anyone’s benefit but Nirei’s, no Sakura to watch them both out of the corner of his eyes or from beneath a furrowed brow to copy their actions, their steps in a dance beaten into Suo’s bones. Suo blinks, sweeps his gaze over Nirei’s upturned features once more; the insistent weight of his gaze, the soft flush on his cheeks, his grin perfectly known, and wonders when the bear trap’s teeth first kissed his skin. He hadn’t even seen the glint of it beneath his feet, thinking it was still several moments ahead. Clever.
“You think I wouldn’t, Nirei?” Suo smiles, tipping his head to the side, but he keeps his eye open, watching Nirei from beneath his lashes.
Nirei doesn’t answer, just leans in closer. They’re not of a height so Nirei rises onto his toes, off-balance, trusting Suo to keep him upright. “Would you?”
Nirei will remember his answer, score it along the lines of his ribs as well as write it down in a mostly blank section of his notebook. Suo breathes out slowly, cracks open his ribcage and lets the copper spill over his fingers. “I will try.”
“Good.” Nirei nods once and spins back around to Suo’s side, his hand once more tucked in the crease of his elbow. “Let’s go see Sakura now.”
Title: hunters and hunted
Fandom: Wind Breaker
Rating/Warnings: Teen, themes of injury
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 868
Summary: Suo has a plan to help Sakura. Nirei also has a plan of his own.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”A few steps behind Suo, Nirei’s hands are white-knuckled around his notebook, the third since he started at the school with the same yellow cover as the first two like that would be enough of a pretence that Suo wouldn’t notice.
He did. Filed it away with the rest and cut his gums on the knowing of it, chewed the scent of Nirei’s shampoo and the raised callus on his middle and forefinger until copper coated every breath. He doesn’t slow his pace or modulate his stride length, but Nirei is next to him regardless, the universe softening a little at the edges. “Yes. Sakura has shown that he has some difficulties in asking for help.”
Suo reaches for Nirei’s arm, the crook of his elbow blindly. He knows the other boy is there from the gentle patter of his footsteps, the rush of his breath, but he can’t see him. Slowly, then.
The back of Suo’s fingers brush against fabric, soft against blunted skin, bunched around the hitch of Nirei’s elbow, then higher, around his upper arm, his bicep, to rest his hand snug. Nirei holds himself taut, catgut ratcheted to a breaking point, his breath tangled somewhere in his ribs before he relaxes all at once, steps closer to Suo to settle in his orbit. In the curved reflection of a lamppost as they pass it, Nirei’s cheeks shine bright, moving in time with Suo like they share one body, one heart.
“Given that he won’t ask for our help and won’t accept it if we offer it outright,” Nirei says. “We’re just going to turn up?”
“Yes.” Suo keeps his fingers lax against Nirei’s arm, barely more than a touch but something that would be missed when it’s gone. A little mean, maybe, but Suo can’t resist the impulse. His other hand curls into a fist, his nails cutting into the curve of his palm, along the line of his thumb, and it wouldn’t be the same as pulling Nirei closer and using that movement, the stumbling shock of it, that same taut rigidity, to crowd him back against a wall. Not the same as scoring bright lines over clenched muscle, the delicate stripes of veins, but the slight cruelty will keep him even, balanced, not enough to scare Nirei away. They’re cut from a similar cloth, the pattern splashing loud and staining Suo where it has just smudged Nirei’s edges.
Nirei laughs once, a shriek of a hunting hawk before it commits to the dive. “Yeah, okay. What could possibly go wrong?”
Suo doesn’t think Sakura would turn either of them away, separately or together. He’d bluster and snarl, a snap of his teeth at any wandering fingers but he’d relent, baring his belly instead of his throat, and they would spend the next few hours together once more.
Something must shift in his posture, a tremor in his hand, a hesitance to his step, as Nirei turns to him, draws them both to a stop. He tucks his notebook back into his pocket as he moves into Suo’s field of view, Suo’s hold on his arm lowered to his hand instead, their fingers locked together. “We make a good team, don’t we?”
Suo catches Nirei’s gaze, holds it and sees his soul echo through the reflection.
“We do.”
He’d let Nirei rip his throat out if the other boy asked him to. He’d stand, unflinching, gaze tipped towards the heavens as the wolf dressed in wool nosed closer to where Suo is still soft at the sewn together joints, because it would be an act of mercy, of love that Suo isn’t sure he can possess.
Nirei squeezes his hand, the edge of his nails against the creases in Suo’s palm. “And you’ll ask when you need help from us, won’t you, Suo?”
The question isn’t for anyone’s benefit but Nirei’s, no Sakura to watch them both out of the corner of his eyes or from beneath a furrowed brow to copy their actions, their steps in a dance beaten into Suo’s bones. Suo blinks, sweeps his gaze over Nirei’s upturned features once more; the insistent weight of his gaze, the soft flush on his cheeks, his grin perfectly known, and wonders when the bear trap’s teeth first kissed his skin. He hadn’t even seen the glint of it beneath his feet, thinking it was still several moments ahead. Clever.
“You think I wouldn’t, Nirei?” Suo smiles, tipping his head to the side, but he keeps his eye open, watching Nirei from beneath his lashes.
Nirei doesn’t answer, just leans in closer. They’re not of a height so Nirei rises onto his toes, off-balance, trusting Suo to keep him upright. “Would you?”
Nirei will remember his answer, score it along the lines of his ribs as well as write it down in a mostly blank section of his notebook. Suo breathes out slowly, cracks open his ribcage and lets the copper spill over his fingers. “I will try.”
“Good.” Nirei nods once and spins back around to Suo’s side, his hand once more tucked in the crease of his elbow. “Let’s go see Sakura now.”