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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Uhmmm I'm bad at writing straight up fluff but I tried guys
Meeting Over Hot Dogs
YGO Rarepair Week Submission
Day 5: First Meeting
Pairing: Jin/Ryoken
Word Count: 789
Description: Ryoken gets his usual hot dog from a less usual source.
Shoichi: Here's fifty thousand yen to break up with Jin.
Ryoken: Save that money for our wedding.
Thus, what emerged from the grand, golden radiance, was not power but weakness. And Revolver shuddered. He was disgusted with the creature, the Light Ignis, who had brought forth such an underhanded weapon. The human once serving as the Light Ignis’ glorified podium, had been released from such shackles and it caused Revolver’s stomach to knot. He was nauseated as, from across the fields of flowers, he stared into Jin’s eyes.
And in the grey of Jin’s eyes, so distant from Revolver and so utterly terrified, Revolver saw it all again. He saw that child’s suffering; the electrocution, the starvation, the isolation. Revolver’s blood boiled. For Spectre, time began to move due to the Incident. For Yusaku, for Playmaker, time had stopped. But as for Kusanagi Jin, time had abandoned him altogether.
“Will you fight or will you surrender, Revolver?” the Light Ignis asked.
Revolver’s heart thumped in his chest. Over and over, like the tolling of a bell. Revolver swallowed and for the sake of Jin, he bore a grim faracade. He barricaded himself inside the character of Revolver, the White Knight, the one who had sought to destroy it all. And, in this fraction of time, was thankful he had not as someone as sickly as Jin would have died in the aftermath if such a Hell on Earth had been permitted and Revolver was thankful that he did not have such pure blood on his hands.
Not yet anyway.
For if he fought, Jin would perish. If he surrendered, there was the chance that the Light Ignis would fulfil his sick promise against the elder brother. Perhaps even with a vengeance because Kusanagi Shoichi had managed to fool him into thinking he was a duller man and that infuriated the creature. Regardless, Revolver kept his arm steady and assessed his cards, his field. Petals of changing colours danced on the gust and Revolver wished that he could do more, but he was like a tree in that he was rooted in the field.
There were ways, of course. Revolver could forsake the Duel entirely and attempt to rescue Jin. But that was foolhardy. He could try and rely on Playmaker, but Bohman had the potential to offset that. Truly, the only way - the safest way - that Revolver could resolve this situation was by taking the heroic mantle upon himself, cloaking himself, and trying to do it by himself.
Bonds. What pathetic things they were. And the Light Ignis had been concerned about them?
Revolver wanted to take a simpering breath. The only bonds he had were that of bondage. Spectre had fallen because of his incompetence. He, like Playmaker and like Jin, had only been brought forward to this cruel stage of fate because of he and his father. These thoughts, these bonds, were sad things and they swirled around inside Revolver. Constricting his insides and keeping him bound heavily in his hesitance and guilt.
Thus, Revolver steeled himself. He would end this the only way he knew how. Through brute force. He would reveal his savage soul: the soul of all mankind with the DNA which had fears of death and loves of life ingrained into it. For Jin, Revolver told himself as he took heart against the terror of hurting that boy once more.
For Jin, Revolver told himself as he drew his card like a blade. To protect him and to protect their bond: the cruel connection from ten years ago and all the horrors that it entailed. Thus, for Jin, Revolver would take a victory against the Light Ignis and sculpt it as a penance, an atonement. Even though he was afraid to save the human boy who had spawned the root of all evil.
Vrains Rare Pair Week - Day 11b
Day 11 / Jan 02 – Sweets / Music
· Ship: Ryoken/Jin
Ryoken snuck into the hospital. Well, he attempted to sneak in anyway because he knew he shouldn’t be visiting but he couldn’t stay away. The receptionist vaguely blinked at him and before she knew it, he disappeared. Besides, Ryoken had already hacked the hospital’s data ahead of time and had the layout of its floorplan saved to his phone and knew exactly what room he was headed for.
So, he made a beeline for it. He blended in well, especially when people didn’t realise that he was a feared cyber terrorist. He headed up a stairwell and then kept going. People passed by without even glancing at him, then he found the room he was after. It was neatly labelled 206 and with the name Kusanagi Jin on the plaque.
He knocked. And a voice called out: “Who’s there?”
“Me.”
Ryoken then let himself in and Jin huffed.
“You’re supposed to make an appointment ahead of time.” Jin said.
“Do you really think your nurses would let that fly? Shoichi would get a call and I would be blacklisted forever.” Ryoken replied.
“Very well then, I’m glad to see you then.” Jin said.
Ryoken pulled up a chair and moved it closer to Jin’s bed. His private room was nice; airy but still smelling heavily of disinfectant. Sunshine came in through the window and there was a book in his lap.
“How have you been?” Ryoken asked.
“Making huge improvements.” Jin replied. “The doctors say that if physical therapy goes well, I can go to regular high school next year. With Yusaku and Takeru. I hope I get put in their classes. But, for now, I have to take baby steps.”
“I’m glad. That sounds really good, Jin.” Ryoken replied with a rather dreamy smile.
“So, what brings you here?” Jin asked.
“This.” Ryoken said and he pulled out a small box from his breast pocket. He opened it up and revealed four chocolates set into plastic.
“I’m not supposed to eat unauthorised food.” Jin said.
Ryoken huffed. “Rebel, a little. Aren’t you at least dying to try something out of the ordinary?”
“I think I’ve had more than enough excitement these past few months.” Jin said.
“Just one piece. They’re a premium brand, too.” Ryoken said.
“You are a terrible influence on me.” Jin said.
“Someone has to be.” Ryoken flirted.
“Just one piece then…” Jin mumbled.
“Then pick your poison. We’ve got seashells, a seahorse, and an ammonite to pick from.” Ryoken said.
“I see…” Jin said.
“They’re all milk-white mixes with praline.” Ryoken said.
“Uh-huh…” Jin murmured as he picked out a seashell.
He popped it in his mouth and chewed it thoroughly. He smiled curtly.
“Not my favourite…” he murmured. “But thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Ryoken said and he leaned in. He pecked Jin’s cheek and Jin blushed.
Ryoken pulled back and he ate the seahorse-shaped chocolate. He mulled over the taste as he ate. He couldn’t say that it was his favourite either, but he knew Jin preferred things which weren’t headache inducing, amongst other things.
“So, what is your favourite sweet?” Ryoken asked and, without even thinking, he picked out the remaining chocolate in the little box.
“Hm…” Jin mused and then blithely chirruped: “You.”
Ryoken sputtered in reply, embarrassed and going red to Jin’s utter amusement.
Ryoken x Jin?
32. Over clothing
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Ryoken visiting the hot dog stand wasn’t uncommon. What was uncommon was that Jin was helping, debatably, his brother and his brother’s business. There was still a weird hostility lingering between them. It made sense. Ryoken was, of course, the son of the man who had kidnapped Jin and tortured him to a near catatonic state. But Ryoken was somewhat convinced that was a hatchet which could be buried.
“May I get a chilli dog, a coffee, and a seat?” Ryoken asked.
Shoichi looked like he was near refusal of such an order, as placid as it was, but relented.
“Coming right up.” he said.
Both he and Ryoken glanced to Jin who was sitting, watching, in the corner. He got up.
“Hi Ryoken.” he murmured.
“Do you want to talk?” Ryoken asked.
Jin shrugged. Yet, the gesture itself wasn’t noncommittal. Jin was complicated like that, forever shiedling his wants and needs because he preferred being at the care of others but lately. he had tried to grow bit of a more independent streak. Ryoken wanted to put faith in that budding streak, lest he get shooed off.
“I would advise against it.” Shoichi said, sharply, but Jin was his own person again, something he was still adjusting to, truth be told. Thus, Jin could make his own decisions - as feeble as they were.
Jin exited the truck, his movements were weary but he refused any help from either his brother of Ryoken. Once on the ground, wobbling slightly, he joined Ryoken at the table. He still clung to his blanket though and was wearing shabby clothes but more of his personality was coming out. He seemed strangely relaxed around Ryoken, even though he really shouldn’t have been.
“How have you been?” Ryoken asked and he heard the sizzle of a frankfurter hitting the grille in the background.
“Same old, same old…” Jin mumbled.
“Are you at least improving?” Ryoken asked.
“Enough so that I can visit Shoichi-nii-san once in a while…” Jin mumbled.
Ryoken didn’t question it. He would have thought that being cooped up in a place which smelt of grease would be worse than being cooped up in a place which smelt like hand sanitiser but he supposed Jin preferred the latter. Or maybe the company was the appeal. He would latter himself and hope that perhaps, Jin wanted to see him once in a while but it was more likely that his brother was the appeal. As well as consequent, and more reliable visits, from his friends who were - to Ryoken’s surprise - not currently wagging at their high school.
“That’s good…” Ryoken mumbled and he didn’t know what else to say.
If he said anymore, Jin would feel obligated to reply and then he would run out of words to say, probably. He seemed to have a limit on how much he could utter at a time and he didn’t want to be the cause for it to run out prematurely. Not when he had his brother around and Ryoken suspected that later, Yusaku would be around too. Possibly Takeru and Aoi, as well.
“Still, I like seeing you.” Ryoken said.
He glanced at Jin’s hands. They were so small and skinny. Clammy, too and he reached out. They curled in against the blanket he was holding and stiffened at Ryoken’s touch. But when Ryoken checked Jin’s eyes, so gaunt and grey, it seemed that he didn’t mind. So, Ryoken felt emboldened, especially since Shoichi, ever the protective older brother, wasn’t look. He lifted Jin’s hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles; where his sleeve overhung and was beginning to fray.
Jin smiled curtly. Ryoken, satisfied, put his hand down and smiled his own smile.
“I like seeing you too…” Jin murmured.
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Works in Progress
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS Pairing: Ryoken Kogami/Jin Kusanagi/Lightning/Windy
Ryoken checks the simulations - and an idea forms in his head, and he decides to take control of his destiny. Which leads him towards two Ignis, one Lost Incident victim, a lot of issues, and trying to work them out.
And carving out their own destinies. Slowly, but surely.
And maybe kissing them. That definitely was not the initial plan, but such are the wonders of free will.
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