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Communication Problems ~ Yukirin Oneshot
By: Mascii Date: August 7, 2013, 11:59 pm
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This was taken from a few different prompts that I mixed and
matched. It's a return 'present' for GG in return for her Star
Trek Yukirin oneshot that I ordered her to write for me. XD
~~~
“Can we just go?” Yukito snapped irritably, gesturing over the
steering wheel of the car quite violently. Erin stood outside
the open driver's side door, arms crossed tight against her
chest, her expression livid. She said nothing, merely glared at
him as he waited in the car, returning her scowl. “What, now, of
all times, you're speechless?”
Erin nose wrinkled in distaste. “I'm not speechless! But
obviously, nothing I say is going to make you even consider for
a second that you're wrong, and that I could actually be right!
That's how it always is! I may not be as 'book smart', “ Here
she made air quotations, her expression mocking, “As you, Mr.
College Graduate, but I've still got thoughts of my own!”
“Obviously, the silent treatment idea didn't last long with
you...” Yukito mumbled under his breath, staring at the hood of
the car.
The first response Erin gave was a petulant stamp of her foot,
then shouting, “I'm one half of 'us', you know! Why do you
always do this?!”
“Do what?” he snapped back defensively, whirling his head to
narrow his eyes at her.
“This!” She gestured with both hands at him, her bracelets
jingling. “You boss me around like I'm a child, then you talk
over me and then act like I'm the one getting their panties in a
bunch!”
Yukito let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between
two fingers to ward off the on-coming migraine. He tried to
think back on what had started their argument this time. The
last few days the two of them had been building up bigger and
bigger explosions, and always from the most ridiculous of
things. If the counter was cleared of clutter, whether or not to
buy the more expensive toilet paper, who took out the garbage
last. A never-ending list of things that irritated the other
kept bubbling to the surface.
But now, he felt, she had gone too far.
“Erin,” he said, trying to breathe slowly and keep himself under
control, “We can talk about it later. Get in the car.”
She didn't move.
“Erin,” he repeated, a little less patient this time, “We have a
wedding to go to, and we're already running behind. Can we
please discuss this later? Please?”
They stood for a long minute, glaring at each other, before Erin
relented, climbing into the passenger side and slamming the door
shut.
“Buckle your seat be-” he started to say, out of habit.
“I'M ALREADY BUCKLED, OKAY?!” Erin screamed back at him,
gesturing wildly, almost knocking their wedding gift out of her
lap and onto the floor. Yukito was silent, closing his door and
pulling out of the driveway. She immediately felt bad for
screaming at him, but she couldn't apologize to him yet. She was
still too angry at him. The drive was quiet – Yukito reached
over once to turn on the radio, but Erin petulantly jumped up
and switched it off again, frowning as she sat back and glared
out the window at the passing trees.
They were almost halfway there when Yukito finally spoke. “I
still can't believe Daniel and Amane are getting married. Seems
like just yesterday they were starting at the Academy.”
Erin wanted to grunt a grouchy reply, but she had to smile, just
a little bit, in one corner of her mouth. Her fingertips played
with the purple ribbon around the gift in her lap. The smile
stayed, but the corners tightened sharply. “Yes, well. Some
people aren't afraid to move forward in their relationship.”
“Erin, I'm warning you!” His voice seemed amplified in the tiny
vehicle, and Erin's remorse for yelling earlier quickly faded
away.
“It's not my fault that you can't communicate! I want kids
someday, Yukito! I didn't say we had to have them tomorrow, or
even the day after that! All I did was buy a secondhand crib,
for goodness' sakes! It was there at the garage sale, it was
cheap, it was cute, so I bought it! I didn't sell your soul to
the devil!”
“But we've never even discussed that sort of thing, Erin!” His
hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were
white. “And it's not something you just...decide on your own!
Looking at your actions, it's obvious this isn't even a
possibility right now.”
She growled, tempted so hard to chuck the beautifully wrapped
present right at his skull. “Shut up! I'm plenty responsible! I
take care of the house, too! I have a job, too!” It was only
part-time, but still. She didn't deserve such treatment. “I
cook, I clean, I take care of things. Just because I don't
handle the bills and crap doesn't mean I'm not responsible!”
“That's beyond the point,” he hissed.
“Then what is the point?!” She pressed, staring at him. A full
minute passed, and still he said nothing. He only continued to
glare at the road ahead, his lips pressed into a tight,
colorless line. Exasperated, she rolled her eyes and turned away
from him as much as her seat belt would allow, staring out the
window.
It had already been two weeks, but the issue of the secondhand
baby crib in the spare bedroom was still a hot topic in the
household. When his friends asked, Yukito curtly avoided the
topic, and hoped Erin was doing the same. 'No, no. We're not
expecting. Don't be ridiculous.'
He turned to glance over at her, in a pretty little lavender
dress and her hair done up in soft, wavy curls. Her chin rested
in one palm as she looked but saw nothing, caught up in her own
thoughts. He let out a sigh, turning his attention back to the
road. They said no more to each other, arriving at the wedding
just in time to find their seats. Daniel was standing up at the
front of the room, shifting nervously from side to side, his
fingers fiddling with his cufflinks as Reese spoke reassuring
words to him, one hand on his little brother's shoulder. Yukito
smiled a little, seeing the look of happiness on Daniel's face,
hidden in a big confusing cloud of fear and nerves. He saw it
all throughout the wedding, especially when Daniel went to put
the ring on Amane's finger, and in his nervousness, his shaking
hands dropped the ring and sent it rolling back down the aisle.
Amane was resplendent, decked out all in white with her long,
auburn hair drawn up, long tendrils cascading down in sweet
curls down her back, white kid gloves covering her hands as she
held Daniel's. They sat side by side in the reception hall at a
large table, music playing in the background while everyone ate
or danced or chatted.
“Her hair reminds me of Audrey Hepburn...” Lilith said to Erin,
watching the happy couple from the back of the chocolate
fountain line.
“I know, right?! They look so happy!” Erin purred, hopping up
and down a little. “When I first met Amane, I never would have
paired them up together.”
“Me neither, but look at them now..” Lilith let out a little
sigh, sipping at her champagne. “So..when are you and Yukito
finally getting married?”
“Oh, I dunno...” Erin hummed, smiling despite the painful hitch
in her chest as she scooped up a plate and started stacking
fruit on it. “Just waitin' for the right time, I guess. Besides,
I dunno if he even wants to get married.”
At that, Lilith gave out a hearty laugh. “Nonsense. You two are
the 'it' couple. It's really just a matter of time.” Another sip
from her champagne, and she watched Erin. “Is everything alright
between you two?”
“What? Oh, yeah. Fine...it's going great!” Erin cooed, “Hey,
look! They have grapes, too! I dunno if I've ever had
chocolate-covered-grapes...Well, sounds like a plan!” She piled
on a handful, humming to herself as she made her way over toward
a table. In her peripheral vision, she saw Yukito, sulking in
the corner near the drinks. He looked sullen and depressed, of
course. Erin ignored him, straightening her dress and sitting
down next to Clarence. “Hey, Clarence!” She chirruped, sending
him a big smile. “You look great in your suit, by the way!”
“Thanks...” he mumbled, fiddling uncomfortably with the collar.
“But I think even a wetsuit breathes more than this jacket
does.”
Erin gave a laugh, popping one of the chocolate-grapes in her
mouth. It was a weird taste, but not bad. “Oh! Clarence! Have
you seen Phoenix around? I think that he wanted to ask--”
“Shit?! He's here?” Clarence ducked, as though avoiding an
invisible hand-grenade, hiding himself behind the tablecloth.
“Last time I saw him, the bastard gave me a hickey!”
“What!?” Erin squealed with laughter.
“I'm serious!” His face was sober as though someone had just
died. “He's like a lightning bolt. BAM, damage dealt, then
gone.” He watched Erin for a few minutes, while she was
practically bent over with laughter, then he narrowed his eyes
at her. “So what happened with you and Scrawny?”
“Why is everyone asking about that tonight?” Erin asked, still
flushed from laughter, not meeting his eyes. She smiled, taking
some more of her treats.
“I dunno. Maybe because you're usually glued at the hip. And
because he's currently downing more glasses of alcohol than the
Titanic had leaks.” He looked over at Yukito, hovering next to a
pillar, staring at his shoes. Clarence hummed thoughtfully.
“Maybe that's how he does it...he doesn't retain any liquids...”
“Well, obviously we're not glued tonight.” Erin frowned down at
the tablecloth. “Apparently, I'm 'irresponsible' and
'ridiculous' because I can form my own opinions.”
Clarence watched her for a moment, pursing his lips in thought.
“Screw him.”
“What?”
“Screw him. You don't need him. You look beautiful, you're at a
party, so enjoy yourself. He can deal. Let him pout like a two
year old, he'll get over it. Probably.” Clarence stood up,
offering her a hand. “Erin, would you care to dance with me?”
Erin stared at him a moment, incredulous, then smiled from ear
to ear, jumping up and taking his hand. “Clarence, you're
ridiculous!”
“And irresponsible. I think I – of all people – have earned that
title. Certainly not you.” He lead her out to the dance floor, a
slow love song playing. He scooped his hand around her waist and
slowly spun her around. “You're not quite trained enough for
that, Cadet.”
“I didn't know you could dance, Clarence!” Erin giggled, sending
him a questioning look.
“Like a guy could date Nats and not know how to dance? Pssh..she
dragged me to ballroom dances with her around the time our theme
for prom was announced. She couldn't miss her chance for an
elaborate outfit, after all.”
Erin laid her head against his shoulder, her heart aching.
“Clarence...?” she said quietly.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Do you really think he'll get over it? It seems like everything
we say turns into this big fight lately, and I don't know what
to do...”
“You two will figure it out,” Clarence reassured her, his voice
rumbling in his chest, tickling Erin's cheek. “You guys are just
stupid enough to make it work, after all.”
“Heeey...” she protested, smiling softly.
“And if you ever need me to punch him out a few times for you to
knock some sense back into his thick skull, you know where to
find me,” Clarence offered, looking down to meet her eyes so she
knew that he meant it. Erin gave a little nod, still spinning
gently around the dance floor with him.
“I know...” She liked that she didn't even have to tell Clarence
the whole story for him to somehow know what to say to make her
feel a little better about it.
A few moments later, he felt a tap on his shoulder, and paused
their dancing to look over at a very disgruntled Yukito. “Mind
if I cut in?”
Clarence turned to look at Erin in askance, and she shrugged.
“Offer still stands,” he told Erin, letting go of her hand and
allowing Yukito to step forward. Yukito's steps weren't as sure
as Clarence's, but he held her closer than he normally might
have as they made slow, quiet circles. After a few spins, Erin
let out a sigh, unable to keep up an angry front after what
Clarence had said. She dropped her head gently until it rested
against his collar bone, and Yukito's chin rested in her hair.
Erin could feel the rise of his chest, and knew he was inhaling
the smell of her shampoo, making her lips flicker with a sad
smile.
“I shouldn't have yelled at you,” he said at last, his voice
somehow heavier than it normally was. “You don't deserve to be
yelled at.” Yukito had promised himself a hundred times that he
never wanted to repeat the angry, head-pounding feuds that his
parents often held, often occupying the entirety of their small
apartment and several hours and leaving everyone at their wit's
end. Bitter, unresolved, the only words spoken all hurtful and
intentionally cruel. The gnawing at the pit of his stomach was a
sensation he didn't want to repeat when he disagreed with Erin,
and yet somehow they had ended up there.
“No, I don't,” she replied, her tone still petulant. But she
held him tighter.
“I know I'm a bit of a control-freak when it comes to how we
spend the money,” he mumbled. “There are a million things I want
to buy you that we just can't afford.”
“I know...but it wasn't even that expensive. You know it wasn't
about the price, Yukito. Not this time.” Her fingers clung to
his shirt, holding him close as his arms enveloped her in a
gentle hold.
“No. It wasn't about the money this time.” He let out a sigh.
“Come.” Yukito took her hand and led her away from the dance
floor, away into one of the abandoned rooms at the back of the
church. Some of the Enhanced had been offered shelter here, so
there were several cots folded up against one wall, and a tiny
twin bed shoved into the corner. Yukito closed the door behind
them, pushing in the lock.
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Re: Communication Problems ~ Yukirin Oneshot
By: Mascii Date: August 7, 2013, 11:59 pm
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“Yukito?” she asked, her voice a little thinner than it had
been. In the tiny room, she realized just how much he smelled
like alcohol. How much had he drank, anyways?
He took hold of her chin in his hands, stealing a deep kiss from
her. “I was scared, Erin. When I came home and saw the crib... I
got so scared.” Was he crying? Yes, he was certainly crying.
Before long she could even taste the tears in his kisses. Then,
she could feel his hands on her hips, backing her up against the
door and leaning heavily against her. Erin smiled, wrapping her
hands around his head and entwining her fingers.
“It's okay to be scared, Yukito. But you don't have to be. You
would be a wonderful father.” The unspoken comparison felt heavy
on the air.
“But what if...?” he stopped himself, and she tilted her head to
the side, curiously. “Never mind. I don't care anymore.”
“What?” she giggled. He didn't quite sound like himself.
“You're beautiful, Erin. Did you know that?” He pressed his lips
to hers before she could quite say one way or the other, running
his hands up and down her waist and arms. Yukito's teeth grazed
against her bottom lip, tugging gently. Erin let out a little
hum of happiness. “If you only knew... Every day I wish I could
show you how much you mean to me. How much I love you.”
“You're off to a good start,” she chuckled, nuzzling his neck.
Her head pressed up against the door, her hair started to fall
down from the hard-earned styling she'd done to it that morning.
When a large chunk of hair fell down and landed on her shoulder,
Yukito gave a sharp inhale, pressing his face into the hollow of
her neck and making her hum again.
“Every day...” he slurred, his hands moving farther and farther
down until they reached the hem of her dress. She playfully
pushed his hands away, but he started up again, revealing more
of her thigh inch by inch.
“Yukito,” she reprimanded, rolling her eyes at how ridiculous he
could get sometimes. But when he kept coming, and in one
movement pulled her slip down, dropping it to her ankles, Erin
pushed him back, snapping, “Yukito, s-stop! That's enough!”
He looked at her for a moment, dumbfounded. “But..” Yukito was
surprised at her reproachful look, the world spinning around him
and making him feel like he was merely hovering in front of her.
“I thought..”
“You know me better than that, Yukito, come on!” She knelt down
and picked her slip back up, adjusting it around her waist. When
she looked up and met his eyes again, her irritated expression
softened. “Look, it's not that I'm saying 'No', Yukito. I'm just
saying 'Not now, not here, of all places',” she gestured around
the tiny room with its dingy cots and discarded items littering
the floor. “Please?”
He stared at the floor for a long minute, nodding. She could
already see the crimson blush across his cheeks, and she smiled
softly, taking his hand.
“Look, we should really sit down and talk about it all, straight
out and to the point. You know, preferably when you're not drunk
as a skunk. And apparently a little hot and bothered,” she
laughed, kissing his flushed cheek.
“I'm...I'm sorry...”
“It's okay!” She kissed him again, “But just to be clear, I'll
be driving home today.” That made him smile a little, and he
gave a nod.
~~
“Wait!” she rushed out of the bathroom, running toward the front
door of their dingy apartment. Yukito stood at the door,
suitcase in one hand and frowning over his shoulder.
“Erin, I have to go...”he protested, but she leapt up and hurled
herself at him, insisting on getting a goodbye hug before he
left the house. He placed a kiss on the top of her head, and she
looked up into his eyes and could tell he had a serious hangover
from the day before. But he had already set up plans to go with
Reese to his parents' old hunting lodge up in Cambridge, and he
couldn't back out now. Yukito wasn't the type to back out on a
promise with a friend.
“Text me lots, okay?” she demanded, tugging on his shirt. “Three
days is a lo-ong time!”
“I promise,” he sighed, “Now can I go?” He sounded irritated,
but he smiled at her, kissing her. “Go back to bed and get some
more sleep.”
“Okay!” She waved from the door until she could no longer see
the car. Erin let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping as she
wandered back into the house. Her cell phone sang out, the text
ringtone for Yukito calling out. She raced into the bedroom,
leaping across the bed and hurriedly untangling the phone from
its charger cord, then checked the message.
'miss you already, sunshine'
Erin's face lit up with a bright smile that earned her the
nickname, then giggled to herself, texting him back quickly. She
was happy that he missed her, happy that things felt so much
lighter between them, and she wanted to help make things more
like it was normally.
Sitting in the passenger side of Reese's car, Yukito's ringtone
sang out. It was a recording of Erin's voice cheerily calling
out his name, and it made Reese chuckle as he checked it.
'I love you! <333'
He smiled softly, texting back : 'im sorry about yesterday.'
'Im sorry too'
“Jeez lo-weez, you two having withdrawals already?” Reese
teased.
“You're one to talk.” Yukito retorted, at the same time
messaging her back. 'you look cute in my t-shirt. You should
sleep in it more often'.
After that, several silent minutes passed. Yukito triple-checked
that he had sent it to the right number, wondering if she had
fallen back to sleep. Oh, well. She'll message back later. But
they were almost to the airport and his cell went off again.
Yukito pulled his cell phone out, and saw that it was a picture
message. Arched one eyebrow in question, he clicked to download.
The moment the image popped up, Yukito felt his face flush over
in heat, and he jumped so high in his seat his knee slammed
against the glove compartment.
“Woah, you okay there, mate?” Reese asked, glancing over at him
in concern. Yukito was shielding the cellphone with his hand,
his face as red as a beet.
“Y-yeah, just hiccups, I guess,” Yukito lied, still hiding his
cellphone. Reese didn't press, just shaking his head and
smiling. Yukito cautiously re-opened the picture file, finding
there a selfie Erin had taken, presumably just a moment before.
Her hair was piled up on her head, and she was holding a
champagne glass (filled with root beer, probably) and she was
smiling coyly at the camera.
The part that shocked Yukito was that she was only wearing a
bubble bath. The frothy bubbles were piled up against her chest,
and she had captioned it, 'too bad you had to leave so soon. ;
)'
Yukito raised one hand to cover his mouth, trying to stifle the
broad, quivering grin on his face. 'damn you' he messaged back.
'lol!!!' was all he got in response.
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