Ship/Character: Miyuki Kazuya/Kuramochi Youichi Fandom: Daiya no Ace Major Tags: None Other Tags: mass effect au, i haven't daiya'd in so long but i could absolutely not resist Word Count: none Remix Permission: i would love to see this remixed
ok i am like, super super rusty on the writing front, so you've been warned, but i had this scene in my head and wanted to try to get the whole thing out. 😬
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It was 2am. He waited for his contact at a table in the noisy club, the music thrumming from the floor up through his bones, nursing a drink. This would be the last time he'd agree to meet a contact in Afterlife; he liked the club alright, but it was a terrible environment to try to size up a contact, and a worse place to keep your wits about you so you weren't surprised by criminal elements. He supposed that was part of the appeal for said extra-legal parties, but he was starting to make a name for himself, and staying in a place like this for any amount of time was getting increasingly risky.
"You're Miyuki?"
Kazuya looks up from where he's been zoning out in the direction of the dancers -- a big mistake, he is definitely done with this place from now on -- at a pretty face, standing next to his table, one hand on their hip, grin huge with the slightest edge of feral (or maybe it was crazy?).
"You're Kuramochi, then." Kazuya sits up, squirming a little as he feels his stomach twist and swoop. He was definitely not counting on his contact being attractive, that was in no way something he'd bargained for.
He is so, so screwed.
"So what's this mysterious job you need my expertise for?" Kuramochi says, sliding easily and silently onto the stool at Kazuya's table, placing his chin in one hand as he studies Kazuya closely, the corner of his mouth still turned up in a grin.
Kazuya takes a deep breath.
He really needs a good Infiltrator, especially one who's good with bionics, and he isn't sure how many even exist that are willing to sign on with him. But it didn't mean this job wasn't going to royally suck.
FILL: Team Grandstand, G
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: mass effect au, i haven't daiya'd in so long but i could absolutely not resist
Word Count: none
Remix Permission: i would love to see this remixed
ok i am like, super super rusty on the writing front, so you've been warned, but i had this scene in my head and wanted to try to get the whole thing out. 😬
***
It was 2am. He waited for his contact at a table in the noisy club, the music thrumming from the floor up through his bones, nursing a drink. This would be the last time he'd agree to meet a contact in Afterlife; he liked the club alright, but it was a terrible environment to try to size up a contact, and a worse place to keep your wits about you so you weren't surprised by criminal elements. He supposed that was part of the appeal for said extra-legal parties, but he was starting to make a name for himself, and staying in a place like this for any amount of time was getting increasingly risky.
"You're Miyuki?"
Kazuya looks up from where he's been zoning out in the direction of the dancers -- a big mistake, he is definitely done with this place from now on -- at a pretty face, standing next to his table, one hand on their hip, grin huge with the slightest edge of feral (or maybe it was crazy?).
"You're Kuramochi, then." Kazuya sits up, squirming a little as he feels his stomach twist and swoop. He was definitely not counting on his contact being attractive, that was in no way something he'd bargained for.
He is so, so screwed.
"So what's this mysterious job you need my expertise for?" Kuramochi says, sliding easily and silently onto the stool at Kazuya's table, placing his chin in one hand as he studies Kazuya closely, the corner of his mouth still turned up in a grin.
Kazuya takes a deep breath.
He really needs a good Infiltrator, especially one who's good with bionics, and he isn't sure how many even exist that are willing to sign on with him. But it didn't mean this job wasn't going to royally suck.
But what choice does he have?