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120_minutenTitel: Fate Misnamed
Team: Schneewittchen
Challenge: Schreibaufgaben: Schreibe die gleiche Szene aus zwei verschiedenen Perspektiven [für mich]
Fandom: Haikyuu!! (@![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tsutsumi oder @rei17 ich bräuchte nen Tag =) )
Charaktere/Pairings: Bokuto/Akaashi
Wörter: 1.984 (das Zitat hab ich nicht mitgezählt)
Warnungen: keine
Sprache: Englisch
Summary/Inhalt: It's the worst day in Bokuto's life, until he meets his soulmate.
It's an awful day in Akaashi's life, but the impossible happens.
A/N: ich liebe Bokutos PoV, er ist so erfrischend |D (und warum brauche ich immer so lange fürs Posten? Ich schwöre, das dauert fast länger als das Schreiben lol)
"There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed."
Napoleon Bonaparte
05:35.
It was totally a fluke, Koutarou swears. He never has such good luck in life, like, ever. Even though it all started with the greatest misery that ever happened to him.
He’d lost his wallet.
No, you don’t understand, losing his wallet is very tragic. He needs it. Because inside this wallet, there’s his credit card, and he needs the credit card to pay his tuition fees, and he is totally screwed if he can’t pay those fees because he’ll be, once again, the family failure. So he prays to every god listening (and he hopes at least a few hundred are listening, because he needs all the help he can get) that he can, for once in his life, not be a disappointment to his family and find the goddamn wallet.
He traces back his steps from the bank - because that’s where he noticed that his wallet is missing - up to the park he went through, and suddenly remembers that he totally met a few nice guys there that were playing with a volleyball and he had asked them to let him play with them, and probably, maybe, his wallet fell out of his pocket when he was playing.
Being gripped by a sudden burst of energy, he rushes in the direction of the guys he had met, swiftly rounds a corner and -
Sirens are blaring, white doves are flapping their wings and light is emanating from the ethereal creature standing in front of him. He feels a twinge on his wrist and looks down to his soulmate countdown.
00:00. He had totally forgotten about his soulmate counter. That he’d meet his soulmate today. That it’d be soon after he was at the bank, only that he’d forgotten when he found that he had lost his wallet. How stupid of him.
But this - this most beautiful being in existence looking down on him IS HIS SOULMATE.
“SOULMATE!” he yells without meaning to, and then realizes how utterly embarrassing that is.
The other man is frowning. No wonder, Koutarou must be embarrassing him as well. Oh, why, why does he always have to ruin everything?
“Uhm,” the other man utters, and it’s the most beautiful sound, the most beautiful melody, Koutarou has ever been allowed to hear. His heart melts and he can’t wipe the grin off his face, even though it’s all so embarrassing and awful.
“Are you alright?” the man asks and offers Koutarou a hand, which Koutarou stares at for a brief moment, completely in awe. Then reminds himself that this is weird behavior, so he stops admiring the man’s long, elegant fingers, and takes the offered hand.
He gets pulled to his feet easily, with a strength he first hadn’t noticed in his soulmate. Koutarou is enchanted.
“Sorry for spacing out there! I’m Bokuto Koutarou, nice to meet you!” Koutarou tries to salvage what can be salvaged. He sure hopes his soulmate will forgive him simply by the fact that he’s his soulmate. That should work out, right?
His soulmate doesn’t smile, but he bows in a formal greeting. “Akaashi Keiji, nice to meet you.”
Koutarou’s skin is buzzing. His soulmate is so polite and so beautiful and so good, the world is beautiful, the sky is the prettiest blue, the birds are chirping, he gains ten years to his life and his skin is purified.
“So, uhm, you said I’m your soulmate? Your countdown-”
“Yes! My countdown stopped too! Isn’t that wonderful! I felt the tell-tale twinge everyone is always talking about and it was right at the moment I bumped into you! Sorry, by the way! I hope I haven’t hurt you?!”
This time, Akaashi smiles at him. It’s a tiny smile, but a smile nonetheless, and Koutarou counts it as a win. “I’m fine. You’re the one that fell down.”
Koutarou laughs self-deprecatingly. “Yeah, sorry, I tend to rush sometimes. And this time it was because- OH SHIT!” he slaps his hand against his forehead. “I forgot I lost my wallet!”
Akaashi frowns again, suddenly. “Hold on,” he says and rummages through his messenger bag. He fishes out a wallet that looks suspiciously like Koutarou’s.
“Is this yours? I found it in the grass near the path over there,” Akaashi says, pointing to the patch of grass the guys and Koutarou had played volleyball.
Koutarou tears up and Akaashi’s eyes widen. “Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”
But Koutarou can’t help himself, he doesn’t have the self-restraint anymore - he just grabs Akaashi and hugs him.
“Our meeting must so have been fate! Aside from the soulmate stuff, I mean! You’re my hero!”
Akaashi chuckles, and Koutarou doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more beautiful sound. This is so going to be the first of the best days in his life.
***
00:00.
Keiji looks at his countdown, tracing the zeros. He’s always known that he’s broken, like the countdown on his wrist that has always shown the same numbers for as long as he can remember. As far as he knows - it’s what his parents told him - he was born with it at zero, doomed to never find a soulmate and to end up alone and bitter.
It was an accident, really. He never thought fate would be lenient with him, but here he is. Even though his day had started pretty badly. His girlfriend had asked him to come to this park - a neutral place, she’d called it - and told him she couldn’t stay with him.
“You’re not my soulmate, Keiji… and frankly, the past few weeks have been really hard with you. You’re so cold, it’s like you don’t even want to let me in.”
She had apologized and left, after Keiji had told her it’s okay and that he understands.
He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand himself, either. He is trying, always has been trying, to still find someone to be with, even if it’s only for a little while, but apparently, it’s impossible for him. Because his girlfr- his ex-girlfriend is right. He can’t open up, he can’t let people in. It’s something he likes to ignore, but it’s something he knows is the truth. He wishes he could change it, but at this point in his life, he doesn’t really know how to.
Then it happens. He starts walking away and sees something lying on the grass that looks like a wallet. So he walks over and picks it up. He debates with himself whether or not he should try to contact the person right away, but he decides against it, because he doesn’t have the energy for that right now. He just wants to go home - to his single room apartment, where he’s all alone - and wallow in self-pity.
When he tries to do exactly that - go home - someone suddenly bumps into him and promptly falls back on his ass. Thankfully, Keiji is only pushed back half a step by the impact.
The guy on the ground is nothing Keiji has ever seen. He has the strangest hair - gelled up and dyed black and silver - but he looks buff, strong muscles and thick, strong thighs, something which Keiji doesn’t expect from someone who dyes his hair like this. Then the stranger looks up at him and Keiji is transfixed by those very light brown eyes. In the first moment, they appear golden to Keiji.
“Are you alright?” Keiji asks, but the other man doesn’t appear to hear it. He opens his mouth to ask him again, a bit louder this time, but the other beats him to it.
“SOULMATE!” the stranger yells and a sharp sort of pain goes through his chest. He knows he heard the man clearly - because how could anyone misunderstand a word so clearly yelled? But Keiji is confused. His counter has been at zero all his life, how can this stranger claim that Keiji is his soulmate?
“Uhm,” Keiji utters, deciding to ignore the stranger’s outburst and trying again, “Are you alright?”
He offers the other man a hand to help him up, and he does notice the other hesitating for a second, but then he clasps their hands together and Keiji pulls him up.
The man is bigger than Keiji and he has a smile that shines brighter than the sun and that makes Keiji feel drawn to him. Despite the clouds obscuring the sky and casting a gray layer over everything, this man in front of Keiji seems to shine brightly, unlike everything else around them.
Keiji doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but he can’t deny that he feels a warmth spread in his stomach and the sudden desperate wish that it’s true, that he is this man’s soulmate.
“Sorry for spacing out there! I’m Bokuto Koutarou, nice to meet you!”
Keiji automatically bows in a greeting, as it has been drilled into him, and gives the standard response. “Akaashi Keiji, nice to meet you.”
When he looks up again, he is immediately transfixed by those golden eyes again. They remind him of an owl. And even though he had decided just a moment ago that he would ignore that first outburst, he can’t stop himself from addressing it after all.
“So, uhm, you said I’m your soulmate? Your countdown-” he starts, but the other man interrupts him, flailing and frantic.
“Yes! My countdown stopped too! Isn’t that wonderful! I felt the tell-tale twinge everyone is always talking about and it was right at the moment I bumped into you! Sorry, by the way! I hope I haven’t hurt you?!”
Keiji feels the corners of his mouth twitch. It’s like Bokuto wants to say so many things at once that he loses track of what he’s actually saying.
“I’m fine. You’re the one that fell down.”
Bokuto laughs, but there is a darkness reverberating in that laugh that Keiji doesn’t like.
“Yeah, sorry, I tend to rush sometimes. And this time it was because- OH SHIT!” he slaps his hand against his forehead. “I forgot I lost my wallet!”
Keiji frowns. It can’t be that the wallet he just found belongs to this man. But maybe, maybe it was fate, after all.
“Hold on.” He fishes out the wallet he found on the grass, black and yellow, and offers it to Bokuto. “Is this yours? I found it in the grass near the path over there.”
Keiji points towards the patch of grass where he found the wallet, at that time not thinking anything about it other than an inconvenience. How things can turn out to be so very different from what one expects them to be.
Suddenly, there are tears in Bokuto’s eyes, and Keiji panics. Maybe this isn’t Bokuto’s wallet and he got his hopes up only for them to be crushed now. Or maybe he said something wrong. Keiji doesn’t want to be the one to make Bokuto cry. “Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”
Keiji expects a lot of things, but he doesn’t expect the bone-crushing hug Bokuto pulls him into. It’s Keiji’s first hug that is so intense, and he catalogs that feeling, hoping to never forget it, in case this will also be the last.
“Our meeting must so have been fate! Aside from the soulmate stuff, I mean! You’re my hero!” Bokuto exclaims, still hugging Keiji.
Keiji can’t explain the sudden rush of relief - like this is proof that it won’t be his last hug like this, from Bokuto - and he chuckles, hoping that it doesn’t sound as brittle as he feels.
He hopes that Bokuto never finds out about Keiji’s countdown. He hopes that Bokuto won’t care. He hopes that this is the turn in his life he has always been too pessimistic to wish for. He hopes this will be the first of the best days in his life.
Team: Schneewittchen
Challenge: Schreibaufgaben: Schreibe die gleiche Szene aus zwei verschiedenen Perspektiven [für mich]
Fandom: Haikyuu!! (@
tsutsumi oder @rei17 ich bräuchte nen Tag =) )Charaktere/Pairings: Bokuto/Akaashi
Wörter: 1.984 (das Zitat hab ich nicht mitgezählt)
Warnungen: keine
Sprache: Englisch
Summary/Inhalt: It's the worst day in Bokuto's life, until he meets his soulmate.
It's an awful day in Akaashi's life, but the impossible happens.
A/N: ich liebe Bokutos PoV, er ist so erfrischend |D (und warum brauche ich immer so lange fürs Posten? Ich schwöre, das dauert fast länger als das Schreiben lol)
"There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed."
Napoleon Bonaparte
05:35.
It was totally a fluke, Koutarou swears. He never has such good luck in life, like, ever. Even though it all started with the greatest misery that ever happened to him.
He’d lost his wallet.
No, you don’t understand, losing his wallet is very tragic. He needs it. Because inside this wallet, there’s his credit card, and he needs the credit card to pay his tuition fees, and he is totally screwed if he can’t pay those fees because he’ll be, once again, the family failure. So he prays to every god listening (and he hopes at least a few hundred are listening, because he needs all the help he can get) that he can, for once in his life, not be a disappointment to his family and find the goddamn wallet.
He traces back his steps from the bank - because that’s where he noticed that his wallet is missing - up to the park he went through, and suddenly remembers that he totally met a few nice guys there that were playing with a volleyball and he had asked them to let him play with them, and probably, maybe, his wallet fell out of his pocket when he was playing.
Being gripped by a sudden burst of energy, he rushes in the direction of the guys he had met, swiftly rounds a corner and -
Sirens are blaring, white doves are flapping their wings and light is emanating from the ethereal creature standing in front of him. He feels a twinge on his wrist and looks down to his soulmate countdown.
00:00. He had totally forgotten about his soulmate counter. That he’d meet his soulmate today. That it’d be soon after he was at the bank, only that he’d forgotten when he found that he had lost his wallet. How stupid of him.
But this - this most beautiful being in existence looking down on him IS HIS SOULMATE.
“SOULMATE!” he yells without meaning to, and then realizes how utterly embarrassing that is.
The other man is frowning. No wonder, Koutarou must be embarrassing him as well. Oh, why, why does he always have to ruin everything?
“Uhm,” the other man utters, and it’s the most beautiful sound, the most beautiful melody, Koutarou has ever been allowed to hear. His heart melts and he can’t wipe the grin off his face, even though it’s all so embarrassing and awful.
“Are you alright?” the man asks and offers Koutarou a hand, which Koutarou stares at for a brief moment, completely in awe. Then reminds himself that this is weird behavior, so he stops admiring the man’s long, elegant fingers, and takes the offered hand.
He gets pulled to his feet easily, with a strength he first hadn’t noticed in his soulmate. Koutarou is enchanted.
“Sorry for spacing out there! I’m Bokuto Koutarou, nice to meet you!” Koutarou tries to salvage what can be salvaged. He sure hopes his soulmate will forgive him simply by the fact that he’s his soulmate. That should work out, right?
His soulmate doesn’t smile, but he bows in a formal greeting. “Akaashi Keiji, nice to meet you.”
Koutarou’s skin is buzzing. His soulmate is so polite and so beautiful and so good, the world is beautiful, the sky is the prettiest blue, the birds are chirping, he gains ten years to his life and his skin is purified.
“So, uhm, you said I’m your soulmate? Your countdown-”
“Yes! My countdown stopped too! Isn’t that wonderful! I felt the tell-tale twinge everyone is always talking about and it was right at the moment I bumped into you! Sorry, by the way! I hope I haven’t hurt you?!”
This time, Akaashi smiles at him. It’s a tiny smile, but a smile nonetheless, and Koutarou counts it as a win. “I’m fine. You’re the one that fell down.”
Koutarou laughs self-deprecatingly. “Yeah, sorry, I tend to rush sometimes. And this time it was because- OH SHIT!” he slaps his hand against his forehead. “I forgot I lost my wallet!”
Akaashi frowns again, suddenly. “Hold on,” he says and rummages through his messenger bag. He fishes out a wallet that looks suspiciously like Koutarou’s.
“Is this yours? I found it in the grass near the path over there,” Akaashi says, pointing to the patch of grass the guys and Koutarou had played volleyball.
Koutarou tears up and Akaashi’s eyes widen. “Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”
But Koutarou can’t help himself, he doesn’t have the self-restraint anymore - he just grabs Akaashi and hugs him.
“Our meeting must so have been fate! Aside from the soulmate stuff, I mean! You’re my hero!”
Akaashi chuckles, and Koutarou doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more beautiful sound. This is so going to be the first of the best days in his life.
***
00:00.
Keiji looks at his countdown, tracing the zeros. He’s always known that he’s broken, like the countdown on his wrist that has always shown the same numbers for as long as he can remember. As far as he knows - it’s what his parents told him - he was born with it at zero, doomed to never find a soulmate and to end up alone and bitter.
It was an accident, really. He never thought fate would be lenient with him, but here he is. Even though his day had started pretty badly. His girlfriend had asked him to come to this park - a neutral place, she’d called it - and told him she couldn’t stay with him.
“You’re not my soulmate, Keiji… and frankly, the past few weeks have been really hard with you. You’re so cold, it’s like you don’t even want to let me in.”
She had apologized and left, after Keiji had told her it’s okay and that he understands.
He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand himself, either. He is trying, always has been trying, to still find someone to be with, even if it’s only for a little while, but apparently, it’s impossible for him. Because his girlfr- his ex-girlfriend is right. He can’t open up, he can’t let people in. It’s something he likes to ignore, but it’s something he knows is the truth. He wishes he could change it, but at this point in his life, he doesn’t really know how to.
Then it happens. He starts walking away and sees something lying on the grass that looks like a wallet. So he walks over and picks it up. He debates with himself whether or not he should try to contact the person right away, but he decides against it, because he doesn’t have the energy for that right now. He just wants to go home - to his single room apartment, where he’s all alone - and wallow in self-pity.
When he tries to do exactly that - go home - someone suddenly bumps into him and promptly falls back on his ass. Thankfully, Keiji is only pushed back half a step by the impact.
The guy on the ground is nothing Keiji has ever seen. He has the strangest hair - gelled up and dyed black and silver - but he looks buff, strong muscles and thick, strong thighs, something which Keiji doesn’t expect from someone who dyes his hair like this. Then the stranger looks up at him and Keiji is transfixed by those very light brown eyes. In the first moment, they appear golden to Keiji.
“Are you alright?” Keiji asks, but the other man doesn’t appear to hear it. He opens his mouth to ask him again, a bit louder this time, but the other beats him to it.
“SOULMATE!” the stranger yells and a sharp sort of pain goes through his chest. He knows he heard the man clearly - because how could anyone misunderstand a word so clearly yelled? But Keiji is confused. His counter has been at zero all his life, how can this stranger claim that Keiji is his soulmate?
“Uhm,” Keiji utters, deciding to ignore the stranger’s outburst and trying again, “Are you alright?”
He offers the other man a hand to help him up, and he does notice the other hesitating for a second, but then he clasps their hands together and Keiji pulls him up.
The man is bigger than Keiji and he has a smile that shines brighter than the sun and that makes Keiji feel drawn to him. Despite the clouds obscuring the sky and casting a gray layer over everything, this man in front of Keiji seems to shine brightly, unlike everything else around them.
Keiji doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but he can’t deny that he feels a warmth spread in his stomach and the sudden desperate wish that it’s true, that he is this man’s soulmate.
“Sorry for spacing out there! I’m Bokuto Koutarou, nice to meet you!”
Keiji automatically bows in a greeting, as it has been drilled into him, and gives the standard response. “Akaashi Keiji, nice to meet you.”
When he looks up again, he is immediately transfixed by those golden eyes again. They remind him of an owl. And even though he had decided just a moment ago that he would ignore that first outburst, he can’t stop himself from addressing it after all.
“So, uhm, you said I’m your soulmate? Your countdown-” he starts, but the other man interrupts him, flailing and frantic.
“Yes! My countdown stopped too! Isn’t that wonderful! I felt the tell-tale twinge everyone is always talking about and it was right at the moment I bumped into you! Sorry, by the way! I hope I haven’t hurt you?!”
Keiji feels the corners of his mouth twitch. It’s like Bokuto wants to say so many things at once that he loses track of what he’s actually saying.
“I’m fine. You’re the one that fell down.”
Bokuto laughs, but there is a darkness reverberating in that laugh that Keiji doesn’t like.
“Yeah, sorry, I tend to rush sometimes. And this time it was because- OH SHIT!” he slaps his hand against his forehead. “I forgot I lost my wallet!”
Keiji frowns. It can’t be that the wallet he just found belongs to this man. But maybe, maybe it was fate, after all.
“Hold on.” He fishes out the wallet he found on the grass, black and yellow, and offers it to Bokuto. “Is this yours? I found it in the grass near the path over there.”
Keiji points towards the patch of grass where he found the wallet, at that time not thinking anything about it other than an inconvenience. How things can turn out to be so very different from what one expects them to be.
Suddenly, there are tears in Bokuto’s eyes, and Keiji panics. Maybe this isn’t Bokuto’s wallet and he got his hopes up only for them to be crushed now. Or maybe he said something wrong. Keiji doesn’t want to be the one to make Bokuto cry. “Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”
Keiji expects a lot of things, but he doesn’t expect the bone-crushing hug Bokuto pulls him into. It’s Keiji’s first hug that is so intense, and he catalogs that feeling, hoping to never forget it, in case this will also be the last.
“Our meeting must so have been fate! Aside from the soulmate stuff, I mean! You’re my hero!” Bokuto exclaims, still hugging Keiji.
Keiji can’t explain the sudden rush of relief - like this is proof that it won’t be his last hug like this, from Bokuto - and he chuckles, hoping that it doesn’t sound as brittle as he feels.
He hopes that Bokuto never finds out about Keiji’s countdown. He hopes that Bokuto won’t care. He hopes that this is the turn in his life he has always been too pessimistic to wish for. He hopes this will be the first of the best days in his life.
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Date: 2017-07-01 10:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-01 10:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-01 01:12 pm (UTC)He hopes that Bokuto never finds out about Keiji’s countdown. He hopes that Bokuto won’t care.
Das ist toll. ♥
Ich kenn dich nicht, Keiji, aber das hoff ich auch.
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Date: 2017-07-01 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-01 02:39 pm (UTC)He hopes that Bokuto never finds out about Keiji’s countdown. He hopes that Bokuto won’t care.
Das ist toll. ♥
Ich kenn dich nicht, Keiji, aber das hoff ich auch.
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Date: 2017-07-01 03:13 pm (UTC)He hopes that Bokuto never finds out about Keiji’s countdown. He hopes that Bokuto won’t care.
Das ist toll. ♥
Ich kenn dich nicht, Keiji, aber das hoff ich auch.