A/N: I’m not even sorry anymore. The only feeling in my bones is sleepyness.
He heard the ocean.
The soft waves hitting the shore. Yogi just threw the soft beach ball to an equally happy Tsukumo who caught it. He winked and started to walk to Gareki. Tsukumo nodded and threw the ball to Nai who caught it and laughed happily.
Yogi couldn’t have his boyfriend being lonely on their fun day after all. Gareki, Yogi came to know when he reached the beach towel the teen rested on, was learning of all things. Surely, Gareki hadn’t been all that enthusiastic about the trip to the beach, even told Hirato and Yogi he hadn’t wanted to go. But they had both insisted, Gareki just had to go. And being there didn’t mean excluding himself from the activities.
Hands off
Fandom: Karneval
Pairing: Yogi/Gareki
Prompt: for yoreki week (jealousy)
A/N: oops
NSFW
This is probably one of the stupidest, most pointless games Gareki has ever played in his life.
Sitting on the floor in a circle with Yogi, Tsukumo, Kiichi and Jiki, Gareki can only think that this is a bad idea. He can’t see this ending well at all, and for more reasons than he can really calculate in the space of time it takes for Jiki to suggest the idea. And of course, of course the idea came from Jiki.
Gareki keeps his arms crossed in front of him, and stares sourly at the bottle spinning in slow circles on the floor.
“They do this in books all the time,” Yogi says, touching his hand to Gareki’s knee. “It’s fun, right?”
Yogi knew it was stupid. And he knew that was it what Gareki would call it with a drawn-out ‘u’, because it was extra stupid and because Gareki was cute like that.
Title: Jealousy
Fandom: Karneval
Pairing: Yogi x Gareki
Contribution to the YoReki week
This is my very first Fanfiction I’ve ever written in English. I hope it’s not to bad. It’s a bit short as well since I only had one evening to work on it.
Hope you like it! Spread the YoReki love!!! ♥
He was pissed. Gareki stomped through the alley, trying to get as far away from Yogi as possible. “Gareki-kun!”
Every time Circus held a parade in a town, Gareki had to participate. Bored as hell he’d wander next to Nai until they reached the tent in which the show was going to be held later. So he uses the time to observe the audience. At his third parade he noticed a woman with long brown hair. She had been to the last two parades as well. Her curly hair and the eye-catching makeup. She smiles brightly every time she sees Nyanperowna and stretches out her hands, taking a candy bar, eying the yellow cat.
First Gareki thought this was only a coincidence. After spotting her on the next two parades, he started to wonder how she managed to follow Circus like that and at the eight parade he finally noticed: the woman wasn’t following Circus, she was following Yogi. Her eyes were only on Nyanperowna and she even followed him through the crowd, never losing sight of him.
She only took Candy Bars from him as well, never from Nai or anyone else.
Every time Gareki saw that woman he immediately got upset. It’s not like he cared about Yogi or was worried about him being stalked. She simply annoyed him. That’s all.
After walking through the streets and into the tent, Yogi, Gareki and Nai went in a changing room. Gareki silently changed out of his costume. He had seen that woman again and watched her following Yogi again. Gritting his teeth he put on his normal clothes.
Yogi and Nai meanwhile chatted lively as always, talking about candy bars, cats and all the “happy smiles and laughter” (just listening annoyed Gareki even more).
"Gareki, did you listen?" A tug on his sleeve caught his attention. Nai looked up at him smiling widely. "Yogi is going to show us a nice shop!" Raising his eyebrow Gareki turned his eyes on Yogi. His intention of asking him where the hell he wants to go this time, Gareki caught sight of Yogi’s bare chest. “It’s an ice cream parlor, Nai-chan. They sell reeeeally good ice cream there.” Yogi said happily while changing out of Nyanperowna.
Gareki looked away instantly. Feeling his face getting hot he was about to say something to him as the door flung open. Turning to the door Gareki thought he’d seen a ghost. There she was, standing in the door frame eyes darting from Nai to Gareki and finally to Yogi. Yogi who stood next to his Nyanperowna costume in nothing more than his pants. Her eyes glittered in excitement and she run past Gareki faster than expected. “I found you, Nyanperowna!” She threw her arms around Yogi and pressed herself at him. At this moment Gareki felt a stinging in his chest. Annoyance started to build up again.
Stuttering Yogi tried to push the woman away - effortless. “I- I’m not.. Nyanperowna is not… You got… Please let go of me..!” A crimson shade appeared on Yogis face.
"Don’t you remember? You once saved my life! Your hole being saved me!" She clung to him looking up affectionately. "I’ve been following you around for so long, Nyanperowna. I’ve never eaten one of the precious candy bars you gave to me. And I never forgot your lovely voice! You mean everything to me!"
Completely taken by surprise Yogi continued stuttering.
Feeling anger boiling inside of him Gareki clenched his hands to fists. How could he just stand there and let that woman do something like that? Does he not see how crazy that woman is? Why is he even blushing, is he enjoying her touch?!
Nai looked around between the two of them shocked before running out of the room. Gareki still watched the two of them. Just as he started to move - wanting to tear the woman away from Yogi and probably throwing her out the window - the woman pressed herself onto Yogi even more. Her hands wandered in the back of his neck. “Please let go o—” As soon as he started she pulled him closer and pressed her lips onto Yogi’s.
Time seemed to stand still. Gareki could do nothing more than to watch in horror how the woman sucked on Yogi’s lips. His chest tightened from the sight and before he knew what he was doing Gareki stormed out of the room.
He could her a desperate “Gareki-kun!” but he did not pause. Even as Nai dragging Hirato with him came in sight Gareki just run past them.
Outside. Getting outside and cooling down. Trying to forget the sight of that woman kissing Yogi.
That attempt failed. Wandering around the town all Gareki could think of was that kiss. Yogi’s bare chest, the curly hair of that crazy woman, Yogi’s lips, the way she talked to him, Yogi’s eyes, the way her voice sounded, Yogi’s blush on his cheeks.
Angrily he kicked against a street lamp. Why could he not calm down? Why could he not stop thinking about Yogi? And why won’t his heart stop beating twice as fast as normally?
Beside the pain which ran through his foot he kept on walking. Turning around a corner he stopped in his track. There stood Yogi. Breathless, not-shirtless, without any lips on his. As soon as he spotted the raven haired one his gloomy face light up only a little bit. „Gareki-kun, there you are!“ Those fine looking lips, he started to wonder if they tasted like that woman now.
Within a few steps Yogi stood right in front of Gareki. Lowering his gaze Gareki tried to get that image out of his head. „What’s wrong, Gareki-kun…? Why did you…“ Already knowing the answer Yogi let his question drop. Garekis eyes wandered around studying the path he stood on. How did Yogi get rid of that woman? Why did he follow him?
Softly Yogi laid his hand on Gareki’s arm trying to gain the teenager’s attention. „Gareki-kun—“ He softly called his name, nearly gentle. Had his kiss with that woman been gentle as well? Yogi’s hand reached out for Gareki’s arm. „Why did you—“ Noticing his attempt to touch him Gareki stepped back. His eyes still fixed on the floor. „Don’t…“ Clenching his hands to fists again Gareki could feel the anger boil up even more than before. Has Yogi touched that woman with that hand as well?
„Gareki-kun, what’s wrong? Why are you so angry?“ How could he even ASK such a stupid question? Wasn’t the answer to this obvious? „I’m not angry…“ Grinding his teeth again he turned around. „Just leave me alone.“
And here he was – stomping around throwing curses at Yogi. While Yogi desperately tried to get his attention back, calling his name.
„Gareki-kun, I’m begging you! Please stop!“ „No!“ No longer paying real attention to his surroundings Gareki took a sharp turn around a corner. He couldn’t know that there were stairs just around the corner. Losing his balance he tried to reach for the handle. „Gareki-kun!“ Before he fell down the stairs a strong hand got a hold of his upper arm and pulled him back. Bumping with his back in Yogi’s chest Gareki’s heart tried to break free from his cage. Yogi wrapped his arms around Gareki and pulled him closer. „That was close!“ Tightening his grip a little bit around the shorter one Yogi took in the scent of his friend.
Feeling Yogi’s breath in his neck Gareki turned red and stiffened immediately. He tried to sort out his mind. „Gareki-kun…“ Whispering in his ear causing the raven haired boy to shudder a bit. „Calm down…“ Gareki did not know where to put his anger anymore. Why was Yogi… Why was he himself… „Talk to me, please!“
Shifting a little bit Gareki loosened the grip Yogi had around him just enough to turn around in his embrace. Yogi fell silent immediately, waiting patiently for Gareki to speak up.
Gareki’s mind was full of all kind of thoughts. His feelings and his heart seemed to break apart every moment if he won’t say something, make a move. He wasn’t good with words, he was good in taking an action. And with each passing second, the face of that woman came back in his mind.
He then looked up straight into Yogi’s beautiful eyes. He could see so many emotions in them; concern about the younger one, confusion about his behavior, irritation about what has happened before. At the same time Yogi’s breath in his face, his immense gaze who laied only on him, his arms wrapped tightly around Gareki’s waist.
This felt so right. Gareki then took action. He gripped Yogi at his collar and pulled him close. Before Yogi could protest he closed the small distance between the two of them. Yogi’s eyes were wide in surprise while Gareki kept his eyes closed, afraid of the reaction. The kiss was short, rough and shaky. But it seemed to make sense to Gareki now. Why the woman had annoyed him so much. Why he could only think about Yogi’s lips. Why his heart skipped a few beats. And why he felt safe within Yogi’s arms.
Just as Yogi relaxed in the kiss Gareki broke apart. Only a few inches were brought between theirs lips. As they were both catching their breaths Gareki could feel his face heat up again. While he could see Yogi thinking about what just happened, he took the chance to steal him another kiss from his lips. Those perfect lips. „THAT’S why I’ve been angry.“
Loosening Yogi’s grip he turned around and run down the stairs. Eyes wide in shock about himself and his feelings. Heart beating as loud as a jungle drum. Face as red as a tomato. Jealousy replaced by a shaky hand on his lips. His feelings for the Second Ship’s fighter as evident as the setting sun.
The alcohol that’s burning a trail down Gareki’s throat tastes like shit. But then again he isn’t really too concerned with how it tastes. As long as it has a high alcohol content, and can make him forget, then he doesn’t even care. Gareki sighs, closes his eyes, and rips the goggles off his head, throwing them across the room. He hears them smack loudly against the wall and grits his teeth together.
There’s no way in hell Yogi’s really gone.
Gareki still sees his smile, as bright as the fucking sun, in every memory he has. He hears that annoyingly sweet voice dance through his mind as Yogi calls out for him. “Gareki-Kun!” He smells the warm scent Yogi carried all over his own sheets and clothes. And if he closes his eyes and imagines it hard enough, it’s like Yogi is still lying next to him in bed.
Gareki had to get out of that room. He was so bothered and he didn’t know why. Gareki had just been reading in the lounge room while Yogi and Tsukumo played with Nai. It was their regular routine. Today was even better because Yogi wasn’t all over Gareki every five seconds asking him to play with them. In fact, Yogi hadn’t talked to Gareki once that day. As soon as he got up, Yogi paid all of his attention to Nai. He hadn’t even glanced at Gareki. Gareki should be happy with this change since he always finds the blond to be annoying but Gareki couldn’t get over this irritation he felt. Not being able to stay in the room anymore, Gareki huffed and stood up. He didn’t even answer Nai’s question of where he was going. Gareki went to the room he shared with Nai and laid down on his bed. He threw his book to the edge of the bed and sighed. He didn’t know why he was so bothered. He felt this bitter feeling and it wouldn’t go away. He sighed again and heard a knock at the door. Gareki didn’t answer but the door opened anyway.
Title: Mercurial (for Yoreki week)
Fandom: Karneval
Pairing: silver!Yogi/Gareki and Yogi/Gareki
Summary: Yogi could not bring himself to kiss Gareki. silver!Yogi decides to convey this desire to Gareki.
Kind of a crack fic and sorry for any ooc that may occur.
A/N: I always liked the trope of split personalities messing with the romantic matters of the main personality although it never happens in canon with the exception of DNAngel why.
Once again, the second ship of Circus was sent into chaos from the attempts made to sedate Yogi, who was now silver-haired and ruthless instead of blond and friendly. Previously, Yogi had gotten hit by a near-fatal injury from a powerful Varuga during battle. Yogi had gotten rid of all the Varuga in the town, but now that the battle was over, he had to go back to sleep so that Yogi could recover.
‘Either you go to sleep willingly or you’ll be forced to go to sleep. Or else…’ Akari reminded.
‘…he’ll die and so will I. Sheesh, how many times do you need to tell me about this? I know this too well. But sleeping is so boring. Come on, just let me play for another 5 more minutes. Afterwards I promise I’ll go to sleep for real!’ Yogi requested with a mischievous lilt in his voice.
Mercurial
Fandom: Karneval
Pairing: Yogi/Gareki
Prompt: for yoreki week (mercurial)
A/N: (under the premise that yogi knows about silver!yogi, but doesn’t have a good understanding of what he actually is)
Yogi is just the slightest bit scared of letting Gareki in too close.
It’s hard, because already he feels so attached to him. When he wakes up in the morning, his first thought is to wonder where Gareki is. When he gets dressed, he picks his clothes out based on whether or not Gareki will like them. When he’s browsing through a town’s shops after a mission, he buys little things for him, that he think he might like—it’s so compulsory. Like Gareki has wormed his way under his skin and twisted himself around every bone, every vein in his body.
Yogi is pretty sure that was not Gareki’s intention.
