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tlhquickies2014-07-06 04:31 pm
sockdere) wrote in tlhquickies2014-07-06 04:31 pm
The Calm You Down Smut Meme
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| You're about to go off the rails. No, no "about," actually. You've left that train track fair behind, and you're crazy. Rage fills every inch of you, and there's no doubt you're about to do something dangerous, stupid, or reckless. Or all three. There's only one person who can calm you down: your lover. They have tried everything they know to get those thoughts from your heard. Everything except for this... Now, they're using physical intimacy to remind you what really matters, which is the two of you. Surely, this will bring you back, letting the anger ebb out and you'll be able to think straight again, even if your lover was the actual cause of all this mess. Won't it? Surely you won't direct your wrath towards them, no matter what.
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It was rare that Yusuke got well and truly upset. He'd been pissed before, but not like this. Never like this.
An attack on Keiko. An attack on Kuwabara. He was very protective of those two, since they were so fragile, so very human.
An attack on Kurama. An attack on Hiei. They were his friends and of course he didn't want to see them hurt. They'd been through a lot together and having them hurt pissed him off.
An attack on Genkai. She was his mentor, his teacher. He needed her and attacking her in her vulnerable state is what made him snap at Toguro.
An attack on Koenma. An attack on Botan. Though he'd never admit it to either of their faces, these two held a special place in his heart. He didn't want anything horrible to happen to them.
However, he could handle these kinds of attacks. He would get pissed, he would hurt for his friends, and he would get even with their attackers. And afterwards, when all was said and done, he could calm down on his own.
An attack on his mother, however…
His mother has always been invincible to him. Never mind that she was human. Never mind that there wasn't an ounce of demon blood in her. (That had come from his father.) Never mind that she was a drunk most of the time and had been crazy neglectful with him growing up. She was still his mom. She had all kinds of pull with the kinds of people you usually don't want to cross, which was exactly how she'd gotten him back into school after he revived. She could stare a demon down without flinching and she wasn't afraid to start a fight--or finish one, either. She was fearless and she was invincible.
Except, this time, she hadn't been invincible. And perhaps what made it worse was that it wasn't an attack on him. She hadn't been hurt because of him. No demons had attacked her. No, her vulnerability, her fragility, was shown to him when a couple of drunks decided she looked like a nice piece of ass and had gotten pissed when she turned him down. Even more frustrating was the fact that he was away on a stupid spirit detective mission when it happened, so the thugs his mom was friends with had already taken care of the guys by the time he got back and found out what happened. Good thing too, because he would have killed them.
But now he's left with all this anger and no outlet. He's storming through town, looking for a fight or ten, and before long, he finds himself outside a familiar house. He knocks sharply on the door, waiting for Mikono to answering and praying that she isn't out with friends.
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The knock came as a surprise and for a moment, fear surged through her. She dusted it off, pushed it back and soon would appear at the door itself with a curious express that only grew moreso as she recognized the man who had done the knocking.
"Yusuke-kun?" She paused there, stuck in place momentarily. There was something off, wasn't there? It hung thickly in the air somehow but she couldn't precisely put her finger on it.
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He doesn't know what he's expecting. He really doesn't. He just knows he needs something, someone, and he'd ended up here. She was a friend from school, that was all. She didn't care that he had a bad reputation and she didn't constantly nag him like Keiko did. He could relax around her, and that's what he really needed right now.
"Can I come in?" He asks. "Just to talk."
It's rare, those words coming out of his mouth. He almost never wants to 'just talk' with any of his friends. Mikono's different, though. He doesn't feel judged or emasculate when he talks to her. Just this once. Just this once, it's okay. It's okay to drop his guard a little, to let out some of his frustration in stupid, girly talking. If it means he'll calm down enough that he doesn't go and thrash those guys within an inch of their life… Then he can handle talking.
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There was a brief moment of pause but in the next she was opening the door wider, stepping out of the way so he could come inside.
"Mm, of course. Let's talk in my room then."
She seemed pleased to have him over anyhow. True, they weren't the closest of friends but that never exactly stopped Mikono from talking to anyone. She was the sort of girl who never seemed to be deep friends with any one person but most considered her a friend, as far as someone they could talk to went.
She leads the way upstairs once Yusuke comes inside and the door is shut behind him. Her room is what one would expect of a teenager's room frankly, window opens and a windchime merrily tinkling away in the slight breeze. Settled on a cushion on the desk by the window is a small white lump of a creature snoozing away, it's green tipped ears twitching now and then. Shushu is apparently off guard duty for the evening.
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He seems restless, even once he's let inside. He's quiet, not in his usual, cocky way where he seems like he's just waiting for the opportunity to make a joke (the more sexual, the better) but a darker silence. Brooding and angry. He follows her upstairs, gritting his teeth to stop from spouting out his anger. He needs to contain it. He's just never been very good at being anything other than a reckless idiot and a hot head at times like these.
Inside her room, he paces in front of the door. He's too agitated to sit down or even stand still. He doesn't even spare her room a glance, or, like most teenage boys, try to stealthy look for the bed. Not right now. Right now, he's too volatile, too angry, to think of anything else but fighting.
"They attacked her. They attacked my mother." He starts off, stiffly, anger in each word he spits out.
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"Is she alright?"
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He stops passing and runs a hand distractedly through his hair. "But that's not the point! They attacked her! Stupid low-lives, they attacked her! Sure, she's a drunkard most of the time and she's not the best at raising me, but she's still my mom. And they attacked her, hurt her, 'cause she didn't want to put out. Assholes!"
He goes back to pacing, needing movement, needing something to focus on. Movement, motion, that calmed him.
"And to make it worse, it happened while I was gone. I had to take care of some… business, and while I was away, she was attacked." He knows it makes him sound a little shady but he doesn't care at this point. "I didn't find out until later, much later, and her 'friends' had already taken care of the problem."
They'd beaten the guys up. Really took them to town. But he still felt like it wasn't enough. He stops, racking a hand frustratedly through his hair before he marches over and flops on her bed beside her, shoulders slumped in defeat and head bowed slightly. He turns his head away from her, despite needing to be closer, to be in her comforting presence. Perhaps because they're not exactly close, because she's not exactly close with anyone, he feels more comfortable opening up to her.
"…I want to hurt them. I want to rip them to shreds, to kill them. Whatever else she may be, she's still my mother."
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It's almost heartbreaking to watch somehow. Mikono wasn't particularly close to her own mother but she still didn't want to see her hurt. Who would? And useless frustration was something she understood very well.
In the end Mikono reaches out, a hand slipping lightly across his back. As it reaches the side opposite of the one next to her, the teenager ends up leaning lightly into him.
"I understand." What did she say beyond that exactly. She didn't want to mention how hard it was to feel useless for fear that it might offend him somehow. He wasn't useless after all, not like she was.
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He's not looking for answers. He wasn't asking a question. He isn't looking for a solution to the problem for once. He knows the solution. The problem's already been taken care of, which is part of his problem. It leaves him feeling impotent, useless, and he needs someone to say exactly that to him. I understand. Perhaps any other time, he might have bristled at the assumption but it really feels like she does understand.
After a hesitant moment, he wraps his arms around her waist. He stays there for a few moments, lightly holding her, before he squeezes a little and he presses more firmly into her. Comfort him. Make him feel better. He doesn't know what she can do, what he's looking for, just that he feels like he can calm down here, with her, and find some peace at least.
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Mikono's arms raise in the next moment to loop around him loosely. He's a touch taller than her and so she ends up pressing her cheek against his shoulder. Her breath is a warm, faint tickle against the side of his neck. It was alright if they clung to one another for the night, wasn't it? He wanted comfort against his emotions and Mikono in her own way wanted comfort as well.
Her head shifts faintly and a few second later Yusuke will feel the soft, faint press of her lips against the side of his neck. She doesn't speak again for now, enjoying the quiet and his warmth more.