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trypanophobic) wrote2020-02-25 09:06 pm
trypanophobic) wrote2020-02-25 09:06 pm
BL ANIME AU, BASICALLY
[You know what, maybe Blue and Killua had gotten a little caught up in their hubris here. Aside from where their gym activities intersected, the two didn't really interact much—there were curious, stolen glances from across halls and classrooms, but they'd never really spoken much, despite the two of them holding their own polar, lofty positions. And one of their matched positions at this school was in anything athletic. In these intersections, they finally talked—and it was a lot of shit-talking.
Killua didn't consider Blue a rival, exactly. Not even in sports. He couldn't lift as much as Killua, and was weaker in general—but he was pretty fantastic in cardio based stuff, and not many people could actually match Killua in much of anything. So it was fun to antagonize him. Killua never challenged him to stuff Killua knew he'd win; that just wasn't fun.
The school was more into their perceived rivalry than anyone. Swooning schoolgirls and nosy, rowdy schoolboys all had their own opinions about Killua Zoldyck, the mysterious transfer student who'd appeared out of nowhere to steal Blue's thunder. Not that Killua really had; the Oaks had deep roots (ha) in this city, but so did the Zoldyck's by proxy of some other big name ties—giving the two directly opposite reputations.
It was all rumor and hearsay, but it sounded like the Zoldyck's were part of the mob, if not a whole famiglia themselves. Some people joked that it was like Killua was the devil with his rumored roots, and Blue was an angel, with all the advances in science the Oak's had contributed. They were a charitable, hyper intelligent family, too. But the joke was that Blue wasn't much of an angel, himself—while not unfriendly quite outright, he certainly rubbed plenty of people the wrong way. But he was too dazzling for it to make a dent in his popularity.
Killua decided that Blue sort of annoyed him, that way—but embarrassingly, it pulled him in, too. He was curious about what that kind of kid would be like, even if he already had a strong, biased theory. Just some douchey, pretty boy with a lot of money... but then, so was Killua, and he was buried to his neck in his own skeletons. All the same, Killua wasn't really magnetized enough to talk to him like a normal person.
But sports? Different story.
And Blue was competitive as hell—the two had actually sort of gotten off path, so confident they could jog back onto the trail before their classmates had even caught up after their private race. But as luck would have it, it began to storm quite badly—Killua worried it may have been a monsoon, actually.
So now, their uniforms miserably clung to their bodies, Killua's standing under an old stone bridge with Blue, scowling as water drips from his sagging hair, a darker gray with its saturation.]
Tch, stupid rain! You'd think the damn teacher would've known about something like that before letting us run track outside!
[the weather had been so nice, too...]
I was close, too...
Killua didn't consider Blue a rival, exactly. Not even in sports. He couldn't lift as much as Killua, and was weaker in general—but he was pretty fantastic in cardio based stuff, and not many people could actually match Killua in much of anything. So it was fun to antagonize him. Killua never challenged him to stuff Killua knew he'd win; that just wasn't fun.
The school was more into their perceived rivalry than anyone. Swooning schoolgirls and nosy, rowdy schoolboys all had their own opinions about Killua Zoldyck, the mysterious transfer student who'd appeared out of nowhere to steal Blue's thunder. Not that Killua really had; the Oaks had deep roots (ha) in this city, but so did the Zoldyck's by proxy of some other big name ties—giving the two directly opposite reputations.
It was all rumor and hearsay, but it sounded like the Zoldyck's were part of the mob, if not a whole famiglia themselves. Some people joked that it was like Killua was the devil with his rumored roots, and Blue was an angel, with all the advances in science the Oak's had contributed. They were a charitable, hyper intelligent family, too. But the joke was that Blue wasn't much of an angel, himself—while not unfriendly quite outright, he certainly rubbed plenty of people the wrong way. But he was too dazzling for it to make a dent in his popularity.
Killua decided that Blue sort of annoyed him, that way—but embarrassingly, it pulled him in, too. He was curious about what that kind of kid would be like, even if he already had a strong, biased theory. Just some douchey, pretty boy with a lot of money... but then, so was Killua, and he was buried to his neck in his own skeletons. All the same, Killua wasn't really magnetized enough to talk to him like a normal person.
But sports? Different story.
And Blue was competitive as hell—the two had actually sort of gotten off path, so confident they could jog back onto the trail before their classmates had even caught up after their private race. But as luck would have it, it began to storm quite badly—Killua worried it may have been a monsoon, actually.
So now, their uniforms miserably clung to their bodies, Killua's standing under an old stone bridge with Blue, scowling as water drips from his sagging hair, a darker gray with its saturation.]
Tch, stupid rain! You'd think the damn teacher would've known about something like that before letting us run track outside!
[the weather had been so nice, too...]
I was close, too...
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[So why...? Well. Whatever, he decides-- that's his problem, and Blue doesn't want to deal with it anymore. That's what he tells himself as he climbs through rocky woods terrain, stepping over slippery stones and extricating himself from branches-- the rainfall lately has made the forest floor a trap of obstacles and pitfalls, but Blue thinks he's got plenty enough hiking experience to get through it just fine on his own, rain or no--]
[That is, until a fallen log that he's misjudged as stable sudden rolls out and collapses through from under him, the rotted wood catching his foot and sending him tumbling halfway down a hilly slope, shrieking as he tumbles through the muddy fallen leaves.]
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And without thinking, Killua's out there in a flash—he runs, despite the terrain and climate, but manages due to more links to his unsavory roots. Not every kid his age has had this sort of absurd militant training for who knows why.
And speaking of that...
It sort of feels like a hunt.
Not that Killua's done that—though people in his family, while not formally hitmen of any kind, have certainly done that sort of thing. And it's weirdly kind of exhilarating, senses honed as he urgently keeps them sharp to Blue.
It's not hard to find him—it's not like Blue could have gotten far at such a leisurely log, and he didn't stray too far from the path they'd used to get to where they were, anyway. The fact that he's down the slope, rolled and dirty, makes something in Killua lurch—he jumps, carefully sliding down the slope on the backs of his heels, managing his balance with his hand.]
Blue!
[He crouches, narrowing his eyes as he leans side to side. If Blue was okay, he'd be up by now, right?]
Shit, are you okay?
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—I- I’m fine, I just slid a little! [He awkwardly, hurriedly tries to brush Killua off, even though he’s gritting his teeth from the pumping rush of panic, adrenaline, and pain making itself known. Why, why’d this have to happen now...!]
[Later on, he’ll be thankful he wasn’t trapped alone in the cold, rainy woods, without his phone or any of his animals. But at the moment.... The very last person he’d ever want to be around was staring down at him, probably thinking of how pathetic he was. He was surprised Killua wasn’t laughing, but maybe he was just waiting to rub it in.] Tch, the undergrowth around here must have collapsed in the rain— AH!
[Another pained yelp, this time from trying to roll himself up onto his feet; he collapses down again as his face twists in pain, hand instinctively shooting to his ankle. Crap.... Was it twisted?] Ahhh, this stupid rain, if it hadn’t started pouring...!
casually references how oli so randomly broke his leg
More like if you hadn't just run off...
[Seriously. Blue could have just walked, first of all. Second of all, Killua offered to go while Blue waited out the rain!! But Killua doesn't blame Blue for not trusting him—even if Killua didn't have a weird reputation, they didn't know each other. And they didn't get along.]
Jeez, just—I know it's easier said than done, but just try to relax. If you're all freaked out and pissed off, you're not gonna do yourself any favors.
[There's a very specific reason why Killua says this. Normally, he'd just walk Blue back... But with the terrain all fucked up as it is, that won't do. Without any further prompting—nor asking for permission, Killua crouches a bit more lowly, and manages to sort of fight Blue up into his arms, lifting him from the ground with ease that comes from not only strength, but experience. Because Blue fell down a slick hill, there's no way that Killua can go back up to where they'd come down—it'd be a bit of an off-path detour, but Killua's got a good compass in him.
Once his posture is righted and sturdy, now accommodating so much weight balanced at his feet, Killua begins to walk. And yes, obviously!! It's embarrassing! But it literally can't be helped. Their phones are back at the school, and that would create a huge scene that would probably be more unbearable, anyway.]
smh.............
[Blue grumbles, already trying to struggle himself up again, gripping onto a nearby stone and leaning on his good foot. He winces, still scraped up.... But it's still slippery, and he's having trouble getting good grip.]
[He's going to snap at Killua again- about telling him to calm down, about calling him freaked out- but before he can do so, the other boy is suddenly down next to him and grabbing him up into his arms, like it's totally effortless and normal. Blue lets out (another) ungraceful yelp as he's hauled up, squirming with panic and then wincing when that, too, turns out to be a bad idea.] W-wh-what are you doing--!?
[His face flushes brilliantly, although hopefully in the soaking wet of the cool rain, his face is already pink enough to hide it, but his eyes glower up into Killua's with outrage, hands fisting in the collar of his shirt- at least half for purchase.]
I don't need you to-- carry me, put me down, you weirdo....!
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Killua understands, of course, that Blue is embarrassed—he would be too, which is why he isn’t mirroring that behavior to the best of his ability. Blue is clearly a proud person, and so is Killua... so he’s gotta be cool about it. Not that he’s sure he likes Blue, and they certainly don’t get along, but what the hell is he going to do? Letting him drag himself all the way back to the school was a fate far worse than this, as uncomfortable as it was...
And it’s distracting, really, how the physical comfort of the heat from Blue’s body is a balm in the sudden cold.]
I know it’s uncomfortable, but there’s nothing else we can do, [Killua finishes, glancing his dark eyes down to Blue as he carries him. Someone in need is always a good way for Killua to plug into his stoicism, but his face flushes, heart racing. Damn it, what the hell.]
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['Like this' being..... so unexpectedly careful.... This brutish, rude boy and his unexpected show of care has Blue completely off-guard, and he doesn't quite know how to handle it. His mind races, trying to think of some reason Killua could have to not only help him, but to... handle him like this...]
[Was he just trying to embarrass him?? Maybe he hoped some of the other kids would see him, and start making fun of him for it. Maybe he intended to take him somewhere weird...! Blue seizes up, thinking of this, and grips tight over Killua's shirt as he stares up into surprisingly deep and open eyes, and feels himself creeping with heat. What the...!?] Y-you-- where are you intending to carry me off to, anyway!? You can't just do as you please!
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[Killua's voice spikes with incredulousness for an implication that hopefully isn't there. He also feels a little well of something akin to anxiety through his chest as Blue's grasp knots in the wet fabric of his shirt.]
I'm taking us back to the school, you idiot!! You need someone to look at your ankle. If I was doing as I pleased, I wouldn't be putting up with your attitude right now!
[Killua huffs through his nostrils, seeming to calm down, but his expression is certainly ornery again.]
Be glad I don't just toss you like a bag of sticks and go get myself some hot coco.
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[He could keep arguing, even if just for the sake of appearances, but he realizes he isn't too sure whether he could safely get himself back to the school like this, and Killua's threat to dump him and run has him faltering.] Y-you....
[He shudders out an annoyed sound, and irritably glares out and away, because that's the last, obstinate thing he can do.]
You could just... support my left side, or something, lemme lean on your shoulder or something..... [Although that would undoubtedly be way slower than the pace they're moving at now...]
[How was this pipsqueak managing to carry him so steadily, anyway!? ...His arms were way stronger than Blue thought....]
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[Killua almost wants to make a reassuring "no homo" joke, but it can't be worked in casually enough. Also, fuck Blue. No jokes for him.
Killua just focuses on his path, the weight of his steps, and the anchor of Blue clinging onto him; it always felt like it was angry and incredulous, at first, but the way his hold has remained is cluing him in beyond that.
Killua tries not to, by the same token, watch Blue's sour expression as he turns away. Focus, focus, focus.]
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[They're in a standoffish standoff, it seems. Both their scowling attempts at overblown indifference don't do the trick very well, but it at least allows them to settle into a contemptuous silence.... for the time being, anyway. Blue gives in to Killua's dismissal and Killua gives in to Blue's sour grapes about it all, which at least blesses the rest of their trek with a lack of further argument.]
[....That is, until they begin to near school grounds. Blue squirms nervously, not wanting to be seen by any of their peers; and gripping the shoulder of Killua's shirt, tugs at him, once again ornery.]
Hey, we're close enough, now! Y-you can let me down...
[Even if the school clinic was still quite a bit away.... But whatever! He's fine!]
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He swallows as his shirt is pulled, then stops, lowering a shoulder as he carefully puts Blue down, assisting his stance as he's let onto his feet.
Most of the way, anyway. But indeed, Killua's still got a tight hold on him around his waist.]
You still can't walk on that, but we can do this, now. It's not all muddy.
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[--Although that hold remaining around his waist makes his mouth turn in a small, furtive frown, making his stomach twist a little.]
Tch, fine, just-- help me hobble over there, then. [More of a hop, really- he can't even rest his weight for a second on his other ankle, and he hisses in pain when he even just tries to let it down for a moment. That idea is quickly discarded, which relegates him to hopping like a rabbit as Killua leads him slowly across the grounds.]
[It doesn't take long for them to cross the paths of other students, and when they do, he fights best he can to fight down the redness in his face, instead defiant and annoyed. Soon enough, they cross paths with a teacher who- seeing their muddy, soaked, clearly distressed state- quickly calls a campus security guard to help them get a ride over to the campus clinic. The hustle and bustle takes a while to sort, since their teacher has to be notified and they of course want to question the two on how things got to this point......]
[Once they're at last settled in there, some of Blue's friends have come running to check in; the both of them will have to answer later for why they ran off, a school official warns, but Killua is allowed to slink off to his dorm after a quick check-over, while Blue is kept to keep his ankle iced for a while. Blue shoots him a look, across the throng gathered around him- lips bitten, cheeks flushed- and then huffily, turns away again.]
[That's the last they see of each other, for a few days.]
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While Blue goes red, Killua stares at the curious, scandalized students with an icy deadpan, causing a lot of their murmurs to nervously clam up. He can't help but wonder what exactly the rumors are going to be, though. Killua dragged off his rival athlete and beat the tar out of him?
When Killua's relieved from the questioning and the once-over, Killua does catch Blue's look—it makes his stomach clench in a way that concerns him, but also feels him with a weirdly hollow, bitter feeling.
School just isn't for him. What a pain in the ass.]