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Kiss the Bride
Title: Kiss the Bride
Author: AkaiNagi
Rating: PG for language
Fandom and Pairing: Legal Drug / Rikuou x Kazahaya
Claim and Prompt: Wait / Post-ep. xposted on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Warnings: Spoilers for the end of Legal Drug Vol. 3
Summary: Inspired by this line near the end of volume 3.
“Where did the Bride go? We have to take pictures!”
Kudo stood immobilized in a sea of snapping shutters and starry-eyed teenage fanboys. Immortalized for posterity in this frilly white wedding gown. And from somewhere behind him, that prick Rikuou was barely containing his snickers. Asshole. He was probably cataloguing every second in his memory so the jerk could endlessly replay it back to him for future embarrassment. Asshole.
Click. Click. Click.
“Wait! What about the groom? Where’s Mukofujuwara-san? We need a picture of the bride and groom!” a rabid fanboy demanded.
Hah! At least he was saved the embarrassment of posing with his ‘groom.’ Mukofuji –
“Mukofujiwara-san had to leave. He asked me to stand in for him.”
No way. He wouldn’t dare.
A strong arm wrapped around his waist and the evil smirk of the king of the assholes was suddenly leering next to him.
Kudo contemplated strangulation by wedding veil.
Click. Click. Click.
“Wah! It’s Himura-san!”
“Isn’t Himura san handsome?”
“Isn’t Kudo-kun just the cutest?”
“Don’t they make a cute couple?”
Click. Click. Click.
“Sounds like the masses have spoken, Kazahaya.”
“That’s because they don’t know what a dick you really are, Himura,” Kudo groused.
Click. Click. Click.
“Himura-kun! Get closer to Kudo-kun!”
“C’mon! Give us some poses!”
He heard Rikuou choke down a laugh. “Yeah, Kazahaya. Give us a pose.”
“How bout the one with my hands wrapped around your neck, you jerk.”
Suddenly that annoying voice, had gone down a few octaves, and it was very close to his ear. “Nah. You can think of a better one than that, can’t you?”
Kazahaya completely ignored the way the breath on his ear made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. And how it made him feel like a flock of moths had taken residence in his stomach. “Yeah,” he growled. “How bout the one with my foot up your a-“
Suddenly he found himself looking at the world from a new perspective. Bent over backwards. With Rikuou’s annoying face moving closer, and closer, until all he could see was the two dark eyes. The position must be making him lightheaded too, because suddenly he felt like his head was full of white, fluffy clouds and the moths in his stomach had morphed into giant birds that were all taking off at once.
‘I’m getting my first kiss,’ he thought detachedly, ‘from Himura Rikuou. I’m giving my first kiss to Himura Rikuou.’ And for a few moments all logical thought was replaced by adjectives like ‘soft,’ ‘warm,’ and ‘tingly.’ And then everything was right-side-up again, and Himura was standing, next to him again, one hand around his waist, still smirking like nothing had ever happened. In fact, he would think he had imagined it all, if not for the fact that his lips felt all hot and cold and a little prickly at the same time. That and the couple dozen fanboys who were jumping up and down, waving their cameras in fits of ecstasy.
“You know, Kazahaya …” That annoying, moth-inducing voice was back at his ear. “You make a pretty cute bride. Once someone shuts your mouth, that is.”
The slap resounded throughout Suiryo High.
Author: AkaiNagi
Rating: PG for language
Fandom and Pairing: Legal Drug / Rikuou x Kazahaya
Claim and Prompt: Wait / Post-ep. xposted on
wordclaim50Warnings: Spoilers for the end of Legal Drug Vol. 3
Summary: Inspired by this line near the end of volume 3.
“Where did the Bride go? We have to take pictures!”
Kudo stood immobilized in a sea of snapping shutters and starry-eyed teenage fanboys. Immortalized for posterity in this frilly white wedding gown. And from somewhere behind him, that prick Rikuou was barely containing his snickers. Asshole. He was probably cataloguing every second in his memory so the jerk could endlessly replay it back to him for future embarrassment. Asshole.
Click. Click. Click.
“Wait! What about the groom? Where’s Mukofujuwara-san? We need a picture of the bride and groom!” a rabid fanboy demanded.
Hah! At least he was saved the embarrassment of posing with his ‘groom.’ Mukofuji –
“Mukofujiwara-san had to leave. He asked me to stand in for him.”
No way. He wouldn’t dare.
A strong arm wrapped around his waist and the evil smirk of the king of the assholes was suddenly leering next to him.
Kudo contemplated strangulation by wedding veil.
Click. Click. Click.
“Wah! It’s Himura-san!”
“Isn’t Himura san handsome?”
“Isn’t Kudo-kun just the cutest?”
“Don’t they make a cute couple?”
Click. Click. Click.
“Sounds like the masses have spoken, Kazahaya.”
“That’s because they don’t know what a dick you really are, Himura,” Kudo groused.
Click. Click. Click.
“Himura-kun! Get closer to Kudo-kun!”
“C’mon! Give us some poses!”
He heard Rikuou choke down a laugh. “Yeah, Kazahaya. Give us a pose.”
“How bout the one with my hands wrapped around your neck, you jerk.”
Suddenly that annoying voice, had gone down a few octaves, and it was very close to his ear. “Nah. You can think of a better one than that, can’t you?”
Kazahaya completely ignored the way the breath on his ear made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. And how it made him feel like a flock of moths had taken residence in his stomach. “Yeah,” he growled. “How bout the one with my foot up your a-“
Suddenly he found himself looking at the world from a new perspective. Bent over backwards. With Rikuou’s annoying face moving closer, and closer, until all he could see was the two dark eyes. The position must be making him lightheaded too, because suddenly he felt like his head was full of white, fluffy clouds and the moths in his stomach had morphed into giant birds that were all taking off at once.
‘I’m getting my first kiss,’ he thought detachedly, ‘from Himura Rikuou. I’m giving my first kiss to Himura Rikuou.’ And for a few moments all logical thought was replaced by adjectives like ‘soft,’ ‘warm,’ and ‘tingly.’ And then everything was right-side-up again, and Himura was standing, next to him again, one hand around his waist, still smirking like nothing had ever happened. In fact, he would think he had imagined it all, if not for the fact that his lips felt all hot and cold and a little prickly at the same time. That and the couple dozen fanboys who were jumping up and down, waving their cameras in fits of ecstasy.
“You know, Kazahaya …” That annoying, moth-inducing voice was back at his ear. “You make a pretty cute bride. Once someone shuts your mouth, that is.”
The slap resounded throughout Suiryo High.