Ficlet. GetBackers. R. ~500 words.
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new_kateTitle: Rebound
Rating: R
Pairing: Ban/Akabane
Warnings: see above ^_^ also, the smut is not graphic (yes, I consider it a warning), and character death is implied.
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runefallstar made me do it! Well, not really, she came up with the idea, but I guess I can't really blame her for where my weird brain chooses to go. Anyway, if, oh, God forbid, something ever happens to Ginji...
More notes: haven't read much GB fics, and it's been a while since I've seen the series. Comments/slaps upside head much appreciated.
Ban is cold. His toes are dead frozen weight inside wet shoes, he can’t quite feel his fingertips and his breath is an icy clump in his throat, but he wouldn’t move. He can tell it’s too early.
Akabane is bored. He’s done what was asked of him. Dragged Mido Ban out of the blast zone, threw him in the car, drove to safety. Parked legally. He has nothing else to do, and boredom settles in again, habitually fills his whole being, starts to howl and claw at his soul.
Ban is doing what was asked of him. Breathing in. Breathing out. Not screaming. His hands are in his lap, harmless. Useless. There’s blood on his fingers; he can not quite remember whom he killed tonight. Probably no one important.
Akabane closes his eyes. Tonight boredom feels different. Not like an old, desperate hunger; not like a childish helpless terror in the face of darkness. Not like anything he’s known before, but blade slicing through tissue feels a little like this: bright, sharp and final. He dislikes the feeling with an atypical intensity.
Ban knows how to do this. He did this before. Deconstructed himself with a careful precision, chose parts that were still strong, self-sufficient, reasonable. Made a shiny new Ban out of them. Hated the result. He did it all before, he would do it again. Promise is a promise.
Neither moves; yet the longer they stay, the louder the silence gets. Akabane already knows why he stays; Ban already knows why he won’t kick Jackal out of the car. Akabane waits for Ban to make a move: that would abate boredom much better. Ban waits until he’s sure that he can shift from his trance/shock without falling to pieces.
When a hand closes around his throat, Akabane is almost excited.
Ban is a snake; cold, steel-hard, quick, coils upon coils of deadly intent. Akabane feels every drop of poison as it seeps through his skin, deeper and deeper, and laughs. It’s feels like being in a perfectly matched fight: absence of future, weightlessness, complete freedom.
The scarred psycho is sweet like syrup, and Ban bites down on him again and again, makes his laughter pitch higher, strokes pale uneven skin with open palms. He’s afraid to close his eyes even for a moment, so he looks, and Akabane lets him.
The air between them crackles, tiny blue sparks singe naked flesh, smell of ozone overpowers salt and metal. Ban is methodically leaving marks; Akabane is amused and honoured.
Later Akabane watches thin tendrils of smoke float to the roof of the car and thinks of getting himself addicted.
Ban drags on a cigarette and thinks of cutting Ladybug’s seats upholstery into thin, long ribbons.
He will get better. One step at a time.
Rating: R
Pairing: Ban/Akabane
Warnings: see above ^_^ also, the smut is not graphic (yes, I consider it a warning), and character death is implied.
Notes:
runefallstar made me do it! Well, not really, she came up with the idea, but I guess I can't really blame her for where my weird brain chooses to go. Anyway, if, oh, God forbid, something ever happens to Ginji...More notes: haven't read much GB fics, and it's been a while since I've seen the series. Comments/slaps upside head much appreciated.
Ban is cold. His toes are dead frozen weight inside wet shoes, he can’t quite feel his fingertips and his breath is an icy clump in his throat, but he wouldn’t move. He can tell it’s too early.
Akabane is bored. He’s done what was asked of him. Dragged Mido Ban out of the blast zone, threw him in the car, drove to safety. Parked legally. He has nothing else to do, and boredom settles in again, habitually fills his whole being, starts to howl and claw at his soul.
Ban is doing what was asked of him. Breathing in. Breathing out. Not screaming. His hands are in his lap, harmless. Useless. There’s blood on his fingers; he can not quite remember whom he killed tonight. Probably no one important.
Akabane closes his eyes. Tonight boredom feels different. Not like an old, desperate hunger; not like a childish helpless terror in the face of darkness. Not like anything he’s known before, but blade slicing through tissue feels a little like this: bright, sharp and final. He dislikes the feeling with an atypical intensity.
Ban knows how to do this. He did this before. Deconstructed himself with a careful precision, chose parts that were still strong, self-sufficient, reasonable. Made a shiny new Ban out of them. Hated the result. He did it all before, he would do it again. Promise is a promise.
Neither moves; yet the longer they stay, the louder the silence gets. Akabane already knows why he stays; Ban already knows why he won’t kick Jackal out of the car. Akabane waits for Ban to make a move: that would abate boredom much better. Ban waits until he’s sure that he can shift from his trance/shock without falling to pieces.
When a hand closes around his throat, Akabane is almost excited.
Ban is a snake; cold, steel-hard, quick, coils upon coils of deadly intent. Akabane feels every drop of poison as it seeps through his skin, deeper and deeper, and laughs. It’s feels like being in a perfectly matched fight: absence of future, weightlessness, complete freedom.
The scarred psycho is sweet like syrup, and Ban bites down on him again and again, makes his laughter pitch higher, strokes pale uneven skin with open palms. He’s afraid to close his eyes even for a moment, so he looks, and Akabane lets him.
The air between them crackles, tiny blue sparks singe naked flesh, smell of ozone overpowers salt and metal. Ban is methodically leaving marks; Akabane is amused and honoured.
Later Akabane watches thin tendrils of smoke float to the roof of the car and thinks of getting himself addicted.
Ban drags on a cigarette and thinks of cutting Ladybug’s seats upholstery into thin, long ribbons.
He will get better. One step at a time.
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Date: 2005-03-30 10:41 am (UTC)paybackgratitude for that time when you've killed the Sanzo-ikkou twice in one week. I want lots of fluff now! Go fluff!So have you read the GetBackers manga? Is the storyline diferent? (The art scares me, so I don't buy it. Yet...)
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Date: 2005-03-27 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-30 10:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-27 11:17 pm (UTC)Can't wait to read the next one.
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Date: 2005-03-30 10:48 am (UTC)Yes, that's why I've dragged Akabane into this - I'm so happy it worked. He's a mystery to me, really, but this is one of the possible reading, I guess...
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Date: 2005-03-29 01:38 am (UTC)Ban and Akabane scares on an instinctive level. Akabane is insane (or maybe too sane), and Ban-dear at the best of times is a genius at the art of denial. Without Ginji there is not safety net. If nothing, the series has pretty much told the reader that yes, Ban was suicidal back then, and Ginji acts as an anchor. The things Ban and Akabane would do to each other *shudders* A lovely dark piece.
(prays nothing happens to Ginji *crosses fingers*)
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Date: 2005-03-30 11:00 am (UTC)I love that bit from the series when they first meet. Both so empty and deadly... I even love that it's not expanded on much in the anime (I've not read the manga, so I wouldn't know), we're just shown the end result: the boys being silly, happy, all with the "s" in GetBackers.
Although sometimes I feel sorry for Akabane. He KNOWS he needs a Ginji in his life ^_^