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"Put Me In The Car" - Aya + Ken (Weiß)
Title: “Put Me In The Car”
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alory_shannon
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Genre: Humour. And crack. |D Oh man, so much crack.
Pairing: None. Just genfic, folks. Really.
Rating: G
Summary: Takes place during the car ride to Mount Fuji/somewhere in the Fuji-Hakone-Izu National Park area in Episode 10. And yes, I know there’s no radio on in the episode, but oh well. Like there aren’t worse plotholes in the actual series.
A/N: Another foririshmastermind. |D Because apparently I’m on crack. Ten points for whoever catches the nod to Supernatural. |D
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They’d just climbed into the car when it happened, as it always did. Aya was still buckling himself in and adjusting (readjusting, since he was the only one who ever drove his car) the mirrors when Ken slid the battered, nondescript tape into the cassette player, giving the volume knob three big turns. He didn’t bother with his seatbelt, simply settling back in his seat and waiting for the music--his song--to start.
Mere seconds later, Survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger” was blaring over the speakers loud enough to rattle the windows and drown out Aya’s shouted command to buckle in. Even so, Ken could’ve read his lips…if he’d known the redhead was talking. As it was, the former soccer star was already lost in the pounding music, eyes tightly shut as he pretended to play the drums.
Although already annoyed beyond expression, Aya bore up under the auditory abuse until the song was about halfway finished (Ken’s sudden inclination to sing along might’ve had something to do with it), at which point he jabbed a finger at the cassette player, switching over to the radio before quickly turning the volume down to a more acceptable level. It was still considerably louder than he’d normally have it, but the ringing in his ears made the increase in volume necessary for the moment.
“Hey!” Ken protested indignantly as the music changed from classic rock to pop-ballad:
‘—f I am crazy, just don’t care, it doesn’t mean I don’t want you near. This is the story 'bout me and you...and it’s called Faaaaaith... Right beside you is where I’ll sta—’
In a quick blur of movement, Ken punched a random button on the radio.
‘—Ashita no imagoro niwa umaku waraeru sou maru de nanigoto mo nakatta ka no you ni—’
Moving similarly, Aya changed it back—
‘—o many times and so many ways, I didn’t know just where to go—’
—only to have Ken hit another random button.
‘—Kakae kirenai hodo no hanataba to…nido to fureru koto no nai kuchibiru ni—’
Frowning, Aya pointedly changed it back again, this time giving Ken a cool glare as he did so.
‘—at’s the reason why I know…that you are different, you’re still here. I guess you figured me out right there. Now I believe that we can make it through—’
“…Celine Dion?” Ken groaned, letting his head fall back to hit the headrest. He couldn’t understand most of the words, but the style of music wasn’t at all what he wanted right now. He needed something with a good, strong beat, something to get him pumped up for the mission, not...this. “You can’t be serious…”
‘…So don’t be afraid...of feelin' this way...just hear me out! Stay...’
Aya didn’t reply in words, but the set expression he was turning out through the windshield made it clear that he was quite serious. Ken scowled and sulked, slumping in his seat, waiting until Aya was distracted to make another, stealthier reach for the tuning knob. In the middle of glancing to the side in preparation for a turn, Aya slapped Ken’s hand away from the control without even looking.
“Driver chooses the music,” he said calmly. “Shotgun shuts his cakehole…” Here, he did glance over at his teammate. “…Or he can walk the rest of the way to Mount Fuji.”
Unsurprisingly, the rest of the car ride passed in silence, save for the dulcet tones of a certain Canadian singer coming through the radio.
‘—Right beside you is where I’ll stay. It’s not too late, just take me as I am...so please... have faith...in me—’
“…And buckle your seatbelt.”
“…Tch. Make me.”
Well. Near-silence, anyway.
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Aya + Ken. You are the music while the music lasts.
Author:
alory_shannonFandom: Weiß Kreuz
Genre: Humour. And crack. |D Oh man, so much crack.
Pairing: None. Just genfic, folks. Really.
Rating: G
Summary: Takes place during the car ride to Mount Fuji/somewhere in the Fuji-Hakone-Izu National Park area in Episode 10. And yes, I know there’s no radio on in the episode, but oh well. Like there aren’t worse plotholes in the actual series.
A/N: Another for
irishmastermind. |D Because apparently I’m on crack. Ten points for whoever catches the nod to Supernatural. |D--
They’d just climbed into the car when it happened, as it always did. Aya was still buckling himself in and adjusting (readjusting, since he was the only one who ever drove his car) the mirrors when Ken slid the battered, nondescript tape into the cassette player, giving the volume knob three big turns. He didn’t bother with his seatbelt, simply settling back in his seat and waiting for the music--his song--to start.
Mere seconds later, Survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger” was blaring over the speakers loud enough to rattle the windows and drown out Aya’s shouted command to buckle in. Even so, Ken could’ve read his lips…if he’d known the redhead was talking. As it was, the former soccer star was already lost in the pounding music, eyes tightly shut as he pretended to play the drums.
Although already annoyed beyond expression, Aya bore up under the auditory abuse until the song was about halfway finished (Ken’s sudden inclination to sing along might’ve had something to do with it), at which point he jabbed a finger at the cassette player, switching over to the radio before quickly turning the volume down to a more acceptable level. It was still considerably louder than he’d normally have it, but the ringing in his ears made the increase in volume necessary for the moment.
“Hey!” Ken protested indignantly as the music changed from classic rock to pop-ballad:
‘—f I am crazy, just don’t care, it doesn’t mean I don’t want you near. This is the story 'bout me and you...and it’s called Faaaaaith... Right beside you is where I’ll sta—’
In a quick blur of movement, Ken punched a random button on the radio.
‘—Ashita no imagoro niwa umaku waraeru sou maru de nanigoto mo nakatta ka no you ni—’
Moving similarly, Aya changed it back—
‘—o many times and so many ways, I didn’t know just where to go—’
—only to have Ken hit another random button.
‘—Kakae kirenai hodo no hanataba to…nido to fureru koto no nai kuchibiru ni—’
Frowning, Aya pointedly changed it back again, this time giving Ken a cool glare as he did so.
‘—at’s the reason why I know…that you are different, you’re still here. I guess you figured me out right there. Now I believe that we can make it through—’
“…Celine Dion?” Ken groaned, letting his head fall back to hit the headrest. He couldn’t understand most of the words, but the style of music wasn’t at all what he wanted right now. He needed something with a good, strong beat, something to get him pumped up for the mission, not...this. “You can’t be serious…”
‘…So don’t be afraid...of feelin' this way...just hear me out! Stay...’
Aya didn’t reply in words, but the set expression he was turning out through the windshield made it clear that he was quite serious. Ken scowled and sulked, slumping in his seat, waiting until Aya was distracted to make another, stealthier reach for the tuning knob. In the middle of glancing to the side in preparation for a turn, Aya slapped Ken’s hand away from the control without even looking.
“Driver chooses the music,” he said calmly. “Shotgun shuts his cakehole…” Here, he did glance over at his teammate. “…Or he can walk the rest of the way to Mount Fuji.”
Unsurprisingly, the rest of the car ride passed in silence, save for the dulcet tones of a certain Canadian singer coming through the radio.
‘—Right beside you is where I’ll stay. It’s not too late, just take me as I am...so please... have faith...in me—’
“…And buckle your seatbelt.”
“…Tch. Make me.”
Well. Near-silence, anyway.
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Aya + Ken. You are the music while the music lasts.
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