hana yori dango (akira/sojiroh)

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title: Walking Fashion Disaster
author: meretricula
rating: R
word count: 1834
summary: What IS up with Akira's fashion sense, anyway?
a/n: you have no idea how long I've been waiting to post this. I clicked on the list of springkink prompts on a whim, saw this, and immediately had to write the fic. ignoring, of course, the final I had the next morning. and then I had to wait a good two months to post it. (due to that timeline, I wrote this before watching Hana Yori Dango Returns, so this is exclusively first-season. and I haven't read the manga yet.)

Nishikado Sojiroh loved Mimasaka Akira. He loved Hanazawa Rui and Domyouji Tsukasa, too, but Akira wasn't introverted like Rui or a brat like Tsukasa. Akira was fun, interesting, and always ready to get into trouble (which their parents' money would always get them out of again, but that wasn't really the point). Sojiroh would have readily admitted that Akira was his best friend, his bosom buddy, his wing-man of choice on any occasion.

However, the fact remained, sometimes the color combinations that Akira thought were suitable to wear made Sojiroh want to cry.

He'd tried pointing this out back in ninth grade, when Akira's valet had started letting him choose his own clothing, much to Sojiroh's dismay. They'd had their first and only real fight, Akira had stopped speaking to him for a week, and in the end Sojiroh had decided that it wasn't really worth it.

Of course that had been before Akira bought this... paisley... monstrosity... and the lime-green... oh God it had to go before Sojiroh's eyes imploded in self-defense.

"Am I so hot that even you can't stop staring?" Akira teased.

"Hardly," Sojiroh replied automatically. "Where's your lady-friend?"

"Her husband called," Akira said, pouting. "Am I losing my charms? Na, Sojiroh?" He flung himself across his friend's lap, displacing Sojiroh's current flame, though Sojiroh couldn't say he was sorry; she was pretty, but she'd proved clingy, and boring.

"Maybe she didn't like your scarf," Sojiroh suggested, fastidiously avoiding contact with the painfully chartreuse item in question. At least the dim lighting in the club prevented it from showing all of its hideous glory.

"What's wrong with my scarf?" Akira demanded. Sojiroh hesitated, then thought better of saying anything. "Women love my clothes," Akira informed him sulkily. "They fawn all over me. You wish you could have as many women as I do."

"Yes, I'm sure," Sojiroh said tolerantly.

Akira stretched briefly. "I'm bored. Get rid of her and let's go back to your place."

The girl sitting beside Sojiroh - he couldn't remember her name, not that it mattered - sniffed indignantly. He turned to her and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, but when he gets like this it's best to humor him. I'll see you later?"

She softened immediately. "Of course, Nishikado-san. Just call me whenever you're free." She rose gracefully and left.

"You don't have to act so charming to people you don't like, you know," Akira remarked idly. "She isn't all that pretty, and she's boring."

"We can't all be the spoiled young lovers of rich older women," Sojiroh replied fondly. "Some of us don't base our charms on petulance."

Akira got to his feet and grinned down at Sojiroh. "Just you, Sojiroh. I mean, look at Tsukasa."

"Tsukasa is a freak of nature," Sojiroh grumbled, but he followed Akira when he strolled out of the room.

"Aww, he'd cry if he heard you say that."

"Doesn't make it not true. And he wouldn't cry, he'd have a tantrum. Like the three-year-old he is inside. Where is he, anyway?"

"Either picking a fight or being rude to women. Possibly both at the same time," Akira replied prosaically. "And Rui's probably sitting all alone in his room thinking about how Shizuka-chan's never going to love him back," he added, pre-empting Sojiroh's next question. "Playing Chopin with tears in his heart, pouring all his unrequited love into the piano keys..."

Sojiroh smacked the back of his head. "Stop that. You're just cranky because you got dumped."

Akira poked him in the side in retaliation. "Then what's your excuse?"

He sighed. "It's nothing. Let's go home, this place isn't interesting tonight."

They climbed into Akira's limo, which was waiting outside. When they were younger Sojiroh had been a little bothered by the way Akira had body-guards waiting for him everywhere, but he understood the difference between running a tea-school and running the mob a little better now, and found the vigilance of Akira's guards somewhat reassuring.

"Champagne? Sake?" Akira offered, remembering belatedly that Sojiroh didn't really care for Western-style drinks.

"I don't feel like drinking. We can have tea when we get to my place."

Akira shrugged and put the Dom Perignon back in the minibar. "Okay." He flopped back down beside Sojiroh and laid his head on the other boy's shoulder. "I'm gonna nap for a little bit."

"Mm-hmm," Sojiroh said, and watched the lights of downtown clubs and bars flash by through the tinted windows.

"Akira," he murmured a little later, shaking his friend gently. "Akira, wake up. We're here."

"Where else would we be?" Akira mumbled, but he sat up and let Sojiroh pull him out of the limo. The chauffeur and the body-guard sitting next to him waited until their charge was inside the house, then drove away. The Nishikado house had its own guards and security system; they wouldn't be needed again until the morning, when Akira-bocchama headed off to school.

Once on his home turf, Sojiroh headed unerringly towards to tea room, Akira following with a resigned expression. He'd never once been at Sojiroh's house and escaped the tea ceremony. Before Sojiroh had learned it properly, his father or one of his father's students had performed it. One simply did not exit the Nishikado house without having been served tea.

"Your clothes are in the chest by the door," Sojiroh directed absently, more interested in taking out his own traditional garb. Akira followed suit without comment; he'd only suggested that they skip changing once, and the look of sheer horror on Sojiroh's face had prevented him from ever mentioning it again. That, and the panic he experienced when he'd thought that he might not be able to talk Sojiroh out of telling his father. A lecture from his best friend on the importance of the traditions of the tea ceremony was bad enough; Akira thought Sojiroh's venerable otou-sama was even scarier than his own parents. And his dad was a mob boss.

All his good intentions went to naught, however, as a few minutes later he found himself (as usual) stripped to his underwear and hopelessly tangled in his hakama ties. "Sojiroooooooooh," he whined. "Help me!"

His best friend suppressed a snicker. "You're such an idiot."

"Yes, well, it's your fault this idiot has to wear hakama pants, so take responsibility and help me get them on!"

"As you command..."

Akira stood completely still and let Sojiroh dress him. "Kimono first," Sojiroh reminded him lightly, settling the item in question onto his shoulders. Akira tried not to twitch as Sojiroh's warm breath blew past his ear. "Hakama second," his friend added, his deft hands running swiftly around Akira's waist as he fastened both sets of ties. "There you go. All set." He patted Akira's shoulder, rather like one would pat a horse to send it on its way.

Akira obediently sat before the tea table and watched as Sojiroh went through the whole elaborate ceremony, making the necessary responses on auto-pilot; Sojiroh had had him trained in how to partake in the tea ceremony by the time he was seven. Most of his attention was focused on how very good Sojiroh looked in traditional Japanese clothing. Even when they were out clubbing, Akira thought that Sojiroh looked like he ought to be lounging around a garden in a yukata. /A native blossom,/ he thought to himself, and smiled.

"What's so funny?" Sojiroh wanted to know. Akira glanced down at the cup empty of tea he'd somehow consumed without tasting, and shook his head.

"Nothing important," he assured his friend. "Are you done?"

Sojiroh shrugged and set down his teacup. "I suppose. Why?"

Akira leaned across the table and sealed his mouth over Sojiroh's. The other boy tasted bitter, like tea, but Akira supposed that was both expected and appropriate. After a moment of frozen surprise, he responded, and he was very good at that, too - which was also both expected and appropriate; they were, after all, the Casanovas of their respective fields.

A minute, or two, while the world turned on its axis, and then Sojiroh pulled back, looking bewildered. "Why - "

"Why not?" Akira countered. "You look especially beautiful tonight."

Sojiroh blinked, and laughed. "I look the same as always."

"Then maybe it is my eyes that are different," Akira declared grandly. Sojiroh gave him a look.

"Don't use your lines on me, you twit. I've already heard you use them a thousand times on a thousand different women."

"Fair enough." Akira moved around the table to sit beside Sojiroh, and reached out to brush a hand over his friend's familiar face. "You are extraordinarily beautiful, though. And that isn't a line."

Sojiroh's lips twitched. "Well, you aren't exactly a hardship to look on yourself."

"May I?" Akira asked, his fingertips pressing lightly against Sojiroh's mouth.

Sojiroh hesitated, then let out a long slow breath, and nodded. Akira leaned forward again, gently but inexorably pressing Sojiroh backward until he was lying flat on the floor, his body and mouth covered by Akira's own. They kissed until Akira's jaws and elbows ached, and he had to move, rolling them both over and pressing soft, closed-mouth kisses down Sojiroh's throat. Sojiroh's hands ran up and down his sides, stroking almost frantically, and Akira abruptly realized that the way Sojiroh's hips kept pressing down against him was really more like thrusting -

He bucked upwards, seeking... what? Pressure, friction, heat, but what he found was Sojiroh's hand slipping underneath the waistband of his hakama. It was a little awkward but more than enough, and Akira just barely had the presence of mind to shove Sojiroh's kimono off his shoulder with one hand and grab his ass with the other, grinding remorselessly against him. Sojiroh let out a funny little whimper and spasmed twice, his grip tightening involuntarily. Akira sank his teeth into Sojiroh's shoulder to keep himself from screaming and came, his vision fading into white.

A few moments later, he opened his eyes to see Sojiroh looking down at him with undisguised tenderness as he brushed Akira's hair out of his face (with, Akira was supremely relieved to notice, his left hand, and not the one he'd had down Akira's pants). "Welcome back, dearest friend," Sojiroh murmured.

"Tsukasa would cry," Akira said hoarsely.

"Tsukasa would cry because Rui will never love him like this," Sojiroh replied, smiling. He rolled off of Akira and lay on his back beside him, still catching his breath. Just as the realization of what they'd done in the tea room started to hit, Akira began to laugh.

"What's funny?" Sojiroh asked.

"You should wear hakama more often," Akira said, reaching out to tangle his fingers with Sojiroh's.

Sojiroh thought of the vilely green scarf lying discarded somewhere across the room and started laughing, too. "I will if you do."

Comments

[peroxidepest17.livejournal.com]

...they are so cute. XD

[meretricula.livejournal.com]

yes they are. =D

[bloody-american.livejournal.com]

Eee. Boy do I love these two.

The details of their past together was cute. I can just picture a little seven-year-old Sojiroh teaching a little seven-year-old Akira the tea ceremony. XD

[meretricula.livejournal.com]

I loved Sojiroh for his not-quite-as-bad-as-the-rest-of-F4's fashion sense as soon as he stepped onscreen. HYD Returns made me an Akira fangirl. =D

[sakurashadow59.livejournal.com]

You know, I just read this and I think it's absolutely what I've been needing to read for the last bazillion years of my life.

[meretricula.livejournal.com]

thank you! if you see any more Akira/Sojiroh, kick it my way - my OTP is sadly underdefended. =P

[sakurashadow59.livejournal.com]

Will do, though this is the first S/A I've ever read, really.

[meia-krane.livejournal.com]

waa~~ lovely

Always loved those two

she really needs to finish reading the manga

[meretricula.livejournal.com]

thank you! (haha, I really need to start reading the manga...)