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Please give me prompts! I won't promise anything, but I'll keep them in mind. My fandoms are in my profile. Thanks in advance! Meanwhile, have a shamelessly fluffy and utterly pointless Isumi + Yang Hai ficlet. Bah, plots are overrated. It takes place right after the Hokuto Cup, so there are some subtle spoilers. I... never really know what to write about these two, but they're fun to play with and Yang Hai clearly has a thing for his ridiculously pretty little Japanese friend. So here we go. As usual, I hope that my English is not completely atrocious.

Title: After the Storm
Characters: Isumi, Yang Hai, mentions of others.
Warnings: Very mild romantic guy x guy stuff.
Words: 805
Summary: Yang Hai and Isumi meet and have a short talk.

After the Storm

"Oh, Isumi-kun," Yang Hai waved his hand at the younger man as they spotted each other in the noisy crowd; they stopped in front of a large, colorful advertisement stand.

"Yang Hai-san," Isumi bowed, and Yang Hai grinned: "Team Japan did well."

"Oh." Isumi smiled at him weakly, then, after a short pause, gave him a slightly brighter look. "Yeah. I guess. Thank you very much, Yang Hai-san."

Yang Hai shrugged in return. "Hey, come on already. Those kids were fantastic, you've got to be proud of them."

"I am," Isumi nodded. "Really. I am." He sighed and closed his eyes for a couple of seconds. "Don't get me wrong, I'm just slightly worried about Shindou, I suppose. Touya and Yashiro will do fine, but Shindou – um, it's not that I don't believe in him, but there was this situation in the past when I –"

A heavy, warm hand landed on his slender shoulder, and Isumi raised his head again. "You're such a mother hen, aren't you?" Yang Hai cackled. "Shindou will be okay. I'm not especially close to him, so I can't be quite sure, but I do believe that if something happens, that Touya over there will smack him out of his depression." He smirked. "With a mallet."

Isumi laughed helplessly. "You have no idea just how right you actually are."

"See?" Yang Hai said. "Oh, and this is entirely off-topic, but how about we go out and find ourselves a quiet corner? I do like people, but they can be a bit too loud sometimes."

They settled on a bench under a large old maple tree, in a small park-like area behind the main building; Yang Hai sat down, stretched, rubbed the back of his head wearily, then stood up again and took out a pack of cigarettes, sending Isumi a quick questioning glance. Isumi simply shook his head, and Yang Hai lit his cigarette. "I missed you," he said after a couple of drags.

Isumi looked down. On his right, a red ladybird was climbing up a long shoot of meadow foxtail. "Le Ping told me to say something to you, too, but I forgot what exactly," Yang Hai continued, then took another drag. "Seriously though, Isumi-kun –"

Isumi folded his hands on his knees. "So did I, Yang Hai-san."

Yang Hai tossed his cigarette into a blue trash can; the small light died away almost instantly as it hit the moist bottom. "I'll be able to stay here for a week or so."

"That's nice," Isumi responded softly. The ladybug fell on the ground, turned over, crawled onto a yellow marigold and took off. "My mother knows," Isumi added as Yang Hai sat back on the bench by his side. The older man's shoulders stiffened for a moment; he bended down to flick a thin wet blade of grass off his shoe, then leaned back and squinted from the sunlight that was pouring through the leaves. "Ah."

"Yeah," Isumi responded. Kurata's enthusiastic voice could be heard somewhere in the far distance, and Yang Hai snorted in quiet amusement. Isumi raised his hand unsurely and stopped as his eyes met Yang Hai's thoughtful black gaze; with a light sigh, he touched the back of Yang Hai's neck with his cool fingers and inched closer.

" – wait, I smell like an ashtray," Yang Hai said when their lips parted.

"Not really, no," Isumi answered and Yang Hai slapped himself on the forehead. "Damn, and here I was planning to give you an epic speech about the eternal invisible threads connecting China and Japan and all. Sometimes my brain just doesn't work the way I want it to."

"We can give it another try later, when I come to Beijing in August," Isumi replied. "Say, would you like to meet Waya and the rest of the guys?"

"Waya?" Yang Hai repeated. "The King Size Le Ping, you mean?"

Isumi snickered, covering his mouth with his hand. "Just a friendly advice, don't mention that outside of our e-mails."

"Right," Yang Hai agreed. "And yeah, I guess I'd like to say a few words to Shindou after all, among other things. But then you'll have to show me your city's best coffee shop, and then we'll go to my hotel room and play a game or two."

"Will you kick me out if I lose?" Isumi laughed.

"Nah, we're in your homeland, there's no fun in that," Yang Hai responded. "But I'll think of something else."

A sparrow landed on one of the lower branches, right in front of Isumi's face, and looked curiously at the two men; Isumi glanced back at it, and the bird started chirping at the top of its tiny lungs, echoing the voices of the excited players and spectators somewhere in the main hall of the Hokuto Cup tournament.
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