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kurodai-week · 3 years
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Hello! We’re back with another event!
KuroDai Week 2021 will be on May 6 - 12, 2021.
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ragewerthers · 3 years
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Near... Far... Wherever You Are...
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Summary: All he wanted to do was enjoy a nice, calm commute to work with his husband. But thanks to some construction and a partner who thrives on coffee and chaos, there's little chance that Daichi is going to get his wish this morning.
A/n: This is my first entry for KuroDai Week 2021!
I went with: commute for the prompt!
This was really fun to write as I feel like I haven't written these two in forever! Hopefully you can enjoy it as well!
You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31143008
Enjoy! :D
Word Count: 1395
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There were many things Daichi was grateful for in life.
A fantastic job teaching history at the local University.
A comfortable apartment that left him wanting for nothing.
And the love of one of the most amazing men he’d ever met, who also just so happened to be a science professor at the same school.
Truly he was a blessed man.
However…
The love of his life was currently two horribly out of tune song lyrics away from being throttled where he sat in the driver’s seat of their car.
They’d been stuck in traffic for over half an hour now on their daily commute to work. Construction was the main culprit and sadly small spaces combined with a coffee filled Kuroo did not go hand in hand.
God help him.
“Do you REALLY want to hurt ME?!”
“Yes.” “Do YOU really want to MAKE me CRY?!”
“God yes.”
Kuroo turned his golden eyes on Daichi, a smirk on his lips as he reached over to turn down the radio. “Come on, Dai. You know you love my singing,” he cooed, leaning over into Daichi’s space.
With a petulant grumble, the shorter man brought his hand up to push at his annoying partner's face in an attempt to stop the invasion of his personal bubble. “I never said that,” he pointed out once Kuroo finally relented and sat back in his seat. “I said I love you. Your singing, however, can raise the dead.”
Kuroo gasped at the accusation, one hand flying up to cover his mouth as the other rested dramatically over his chest.
“You wound me, Sa’amura! Was it not my crooning that once brought you to your dorm window late at night?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows at his grouchy darling.
Daichi tried to hide the smile that attempted to break free when he saw the ridiculous display. His arms crossing over his chest in defiance of it. “No. It was the yowling of a stray cat at ass o’clock in the evening that got me out of bed,” he retorted, though this time he couldn’t stop the smile from escaping as he noticed Kuroo’s pout.
“Lies and slander!” Kuroo lamented. “You’re going to sit there and tell me that my soulful serenade did nothing to your heart?!”
Daichi couldn’t hold back a snort as a giggle broke free hearing this ridiculous man’s diatribe. Quickly he tried to turn his head, not wanting to give up his grouchy facade just yet.
“No. Not a single thing. The damage to my ears, however, has been irreparab-ahahaha!” Daichi’s rather witty retort, if he did say so himself, was rudely interrupted by his own laughter when he felt Kuroo’s fingers now invading his space to attack his side.
“That is just rude, Daichi! I sang my heart out for you and all you can do is make jokes about it! How am I supposed to look you in the eyes ever again?!” Kuroo cried out dramatically, though the effect was ruined by the playful smile on his face as he continued his attack, sending nibbling pinches and soft scribbles all along Daichi’s side.
“Stahahahap it y-you… you mahahangy caha-NO! Ah! K-Kuroo nahahat thahahat!” Daichi begged as Kuroo’s hand instantly dropped down to squeeze his knee, sending a ticklish jolt right up Daichi’s spine.
“Oh ho? What was that, Dai? Did I hear an apology teetering on the tip of your tongue?” Kuroo asked, his fingers giving another soft squeeze and making Daichi jump in his seat with a small yelp. He glanced around at the cars surrounding their own praying no one saw this embarrassing display..
“D=Don’t you dare do this, Kuroo! I swear to god I will bury your body under the campus librar-HEHEHEE! Y-YOU BAHAHAHASTARD!” Daichi positively lost it as Kuroo’s fingers went on the attack, squeezing and kneading into the muscles surrounding his poor knee. Somehow being in this cramped and confined space with little room to escape just made him feel that much more vulnerable. Daichi’s body really couldn’t help but to react on instinct, shimmying like a worm even as he kicked and rocked around in his seat.
“Ready to apologize yet, Dai?” Kuroo cooed as he focused on a particular bad spot on Daichi’s inner knee that made him shriek through his laughter.
“NO-nonononahahahaha!” he reflexively cried out as Kuroo’s hand shot back up to taser and squeeze at his lower ribs.
“Oh? Still feeling feisty, huh? Then I guess you just have to suffer the consequences!” Kuroo teased as his hand moved over to vibrate right against Daichi’s stomach, sending the poor man into the loudest belly laughter yet.
However, just when Daichi thought he would have to admit defeat the blaring of a horn startled them both back to reality.
Daichi slumped in his seat, panting and giggling as he noticed Kuroo glancing in the rearview mirror. His husband either gave the other driver a wave… or perhaps something else a bit less friendly if he knew the man at all.
Sadly, Daichi honestly couldn’t tell as he continued to recover from that tickle attack, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. Apparently they’d been so caught up in their own little war of wills that their lane had started to inch forward and the car behind them thought this was a matter of life or death.
As he calmed down, Daichi glanced over to the car beside him, meeting the concerned gaze of the other driver. The look the guy was giving him was absolutely silently asking if everything was okay after witnessing what, Daichi could only assume, looked like electric shock therapy happening in the passenger side of their car.
Daichi’s cheeks flushed scarlet as he realized what others had seen and he worked up the energy to offer a wobbly smile before nodding. Ending the sad display with the worlds most awkward thumbs up before turning around and slumping in his seat.
“You... are such… an ass,” he grumbled as Kuroo now kept his eyes ahead of him, attempting to creep forward along with the rest of traffic. “But… I’ll admit that your singing isn’t… that bad.”
A slightly smug but warm smile appeared over Kuroo’s lips as he heard this admittance and he spared his poor embarrassed darling a glance. “I knew it,” he said, puffing his chest out a bit as he turned his eyes back to the road. “I knew you were only teasing me! No one can resist my dulcet tones!”
Daichi couldn’t help rolling his eyes as he watched his partner reach over to turn the radio back up. But as he heard the first few notes, concern began to bubble in his chest, his eyes glancing over to see Kuroo instantly perking up as the song played.
“Daichi! It’s our song! The one I sang to you that night!” he exclaimed, already starting to sway in time with the music as Daichi’s mind instantly relived the mortification of that night.
“God, please no!”
“Every night in MY dreams! I SEE you! I feeeeel you!!”
“Kuroo please! The other drivers are staring!” Daichi pleaded even as a smile began to spread across his face.
“That is how I KNOW you go OOOOON!”
“K-Kuroo plehehease!” Daichi found himself giggling now as he tried to reach over to cover Kuroo’s mouth, but his husband would not be silenced.
“FAR across the distance… and spaces BETWEEEEN US! You have come to SHOW you go OOOON! Come on, Dai! You know the words!” Kuroo called out as Daichi laughed at the absurdity of it all. But really… when had he ever been able to ignore his husband's antics? And that was how Daichi found himself taking a deep breath and hoping the man in the car behind them would enjoy their impromptu concert.
“Near… far…. WHEREEEEEEEVER YOU ARE!” he belted out, sending Kuroo into one of his wild, hyena laughing fits. Their shenanigans earning them a few honks and shouts from the cars surrounding them as people enjoyed the break in the monotony of gridlock.
Finally, Kuroo was able to catch his breath enough to join in once more.
“MY HEART WILL GO ON AND OOOOON!”
There were many things Daichi was grateful for in life.
And now, getting stuck in traffic with this amazing, ridiculous man was just another one of them.
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sexyshakespeare · 3 years
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Big, brown, eyes
Kuroo was tired. But then again, he was always tired. That’s why he had a car to drive to work, a nice air-conditioned sedan that the company had afforded him. He didn’t have to pay for gas even, and traffic wasn’t too bad, he���d make it there in twenty. And yet, he’d decided to take the metro today.
Like an idiot. The tall man stood in the crowded compartment, trying his best not to lean too far left or right onto any unsuspecting old lady, shooting apologetic looks every time his briefcase whacked somebody when the train stopped. It had been a while since he took the train. It used to be a regular thing back in school and maybe he missed it- either way, he was regretting it now as he stared back at the digital sign. Two more stops. Dear god.. He very nearly groans out loud- but he’s got so much more patience than that. So he sighs quietly instead, barely noticing when the man enters through the doors and stands next to him. Kuroo gives him a cursory once-over. Shorter than he is, strong by the looks of his arms.. pleasant face. He had a sling bag that bumped against Kuroo’s thigh when he stood close. The man looks up at him, and it seems it takes him a few seconds to give a polite smile before he turns to the window and the city whizzing past them outside. It was the longer than average look-over that got Tetsurou interested. His eyes were pretty, big and brown. It didn’t take him long to decide he wanted to look into them again. A curious pair of gold regarded his face- the man who was paying close attention to the telecom tower they were passing by, but he couldn’t peruse for long- they were passing through a tunnel. For some reason, this pleased Kuroo- a small little smile of satisfaction building on his lips. Fuck that telecom tower. It was so silly.. he was being silly. But he didn’t care, he’d look if he wanted to- in the dark, his gold eyes would take in as much as they could of his outline. And he would look till they passed out of the tunnel, his eyes blatantly fixed on him as was evident in the bright sunlight. But color him surprised when he finds that those pair of chocolate were trained on him too. It was barely a second that they met, before he looks outside again abruptly. Kuroo felt it, the little thrill of knowing he had been watched. One more stop.. One more stop? It had him sighing again, morose. His eyes suddenly losing their lustre, and zeroing in on the doors in front of them as he reflexively tightened his grip on the handle of his bag. “Getting off?” The man spoke, nodding as he enquired this simple thing of him. “Mm-“, Kuroo nodded back- using this opportunity to the fullest, like the greedy, whorish man he knew himself to be. He doesn’t drop his gaze, an exchange that was supposed to be polite surely must’ve turned awkward by now. Several seconds ticked by, but the other man didn’t budge either. “You..?”, he finally managed to say, something to make his behavior more civil- something to mask the fact that he really just wanted to look at his face, as long as he possibly could in this short, short frame of time. He looked cornered, the poor guy. He probably thought he was some kind of creep, or looking for a fight- he simply shakes his head no- eyes still patient and pleasant as ever. Kuroo’s done. It’s time to go, it’s time to leave his two-minute reprieve from his real life. His manner seems to change in seconds as the train comes to a stop- politely smiling and making his way through the crowd to the doors. And just as they open- just as he steps outside, he hears a “Have a nice day at work-“ His head turns so fast, so fast towards the voice- to see his face, and a smile. A soft little up-turn of his lips, and he barely catches it but those eyes are flicking ever so slightly lower, climbing back up- lingering on his face as the doors close… before the train takes him away down the line, to whichever mysterious land. Kuroo stands there on the platform, unwilling to move for a while. Another big sigh. As he walks to his office, his mind is spinning. He’s.. a painter. No, he’s a server in a café. No, he’s a writer, he had a sling bag with some sheets peeking through it. All day, he sits in his swivel chair, clicking away at his computer- and every so often he looks up like lightning struck him- A script writer? Maybe he wasn’t even on his way to work? He takes the metro home, takes the same compartment- much emptier at this hour. No sign of him of course. He finds himself sinking in his seat, staring out the window, exhausted after the long day. Maybe he was visiting his partner. Maybe he was going to the airport.. At 8 am the next day, as Kuroo is brushing his teeth and watching the clock in his bedroom- he suddenly runs. What compels him, he doesn’t know- pulling his trousers on, his shirt buttons mismatched, his hair looking more dishevelled than was strictly normal. But he’s on the train again at 8:10 am, smiling apologetically at the old lady he saw yesterday and standing by the door. He watches that door till the stop comes, watches it carefully. Who’s to say it wasn’t a dentist’s appointment for fuck’s sake. Who’s to say he wouldn’t just get on a different train at 8:15 instead. Who’s to say he wouldn’t climb into the compartment just next to his. And yet, there he was- the same man, the same sling bag, and those big, brown eyes finding him as soon as he sets foot on the train. What a rush, what a mad fix this was turning out to be. Kuroo’s mouth was hanging open a little, marvelling perhaps, at his sheer luck. “Were you.. expecting me?”, the man says with a warm little chuckle. Warm enough to melt ice he’d reckon. “No.. actually..”, he manages to choke out, looking embarrassed as hell. “Hoping.. more like it-“ Trust him to say something stupidly bold like that as he looks back at his face. The man gives him a shy face, another chuckle, and a flutter of his eyes- before turning them to the window again. That damn.. telecom tower.. “Work sucks huh?” “Oh yeah.. sucks the life out of me-“ The tunnel was coming. He couldn’t wait, he could hardly contain himself when the compartment got dark- the pair of gold flitting over his form, his face, the outline of his hair, like a thief stealing his keep in the dark. Seconds later, light floods back in to reveal his dark brown eyes doing much the same- bolder today than yesterday as they fall over his shoulders, then climb back up his neck and his chin. It was such a mad feeling this, to be watched by this man. To want to be watched by him. He didn’t know who he was, his name, or where he came from. All he knew was that every time he glanced away from him, Kuroo felt this fiery urge to capture his gaze again. He hoped now, that he couldn’t tell what he was thinking. One more stop. One more stop? Well crap, he was sinking again. He didn’t want to go- did he have to go, couldn’t he just ride this train longer, stand in this slowly shrinking space between him and this man,
just a little longer. “Getting off?” Why did he ask. Why did he have to look at him with those big brown eyes and ask, like he had a choice. “Mm yeah-“, he answers, looking at his feet, a dog who didn’t want to be done with his walk for the day, didn’t want to admit that it was ending. Kuroo looks up as the train comes to a stop, exhaling slowly, fingers clenching tighter on his bag. There’s a lump in his throat as he desperately wills himself not to give himself away, failing miserably with a ‘See you tomorrow?’ He holds his gaze, waiting to see him falter- expecting him to give him an awkward little smile and sever his ridiculous new obsession right away. “Yeah.. same compartment?”, he answers casually, nodding at him like it was a business deal they’d just agreed to. Kuroo nods back hurriedly- eyes widening just a little at what had passed, he steps out the doors and onto the platform- turns around to catch his gaze. And he smiles, this man, right up to his big, beautiful brown eyes, “Have a nice day..” The train carries him away, pulling Kuroo’s neck in a long, slow swivel as he watches it go- his heart banging obscenely against his chest. The next day, and the next, Kuroo runs to the platform, takes that compartment and waits in his spot. For his brown-eyed man. And he comes, as promised, giving him a little smile which grows bigger as the days go by. Names are exchanged. Sawamura Daichi, who likes to take the train instead of driving to work, who likes to stop where he can get the best breakfast bagel in town and walk the rest of the way to his office, who has a pet raccoon called Meimei, and who has Kuroo’s heart in a buttery, warm vice every time he looks back at him..
 with his big, brown eyes.
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elurieldraws · 3 years
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My contribution to KuroDai week 2021 day 1: daily commute. It got pretty messy in the end, but I'm glad I finished it on time. @kurodai-week
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yaelathewordsmith · 3 years
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The Unlocking of the Alchemist's Heart
An original fairytale as a late entry for Kurodai Week 2021!  @kurodai-week  Day 2 - Supernatural/Urban Fantasy Summary:  Tired of being hounded by relentless suitors, alchemist Kuroo Tetsurou announces that he will marry the person who manages to take the silver key to his gates that's tied to his cat's tail. Many try and fail to get the key, and only blacksmith Sawamura Daichi shows kindness to the cat, simply because no one else would. But what is Kuroo to do when the one man he wants to marry refuses to take the key? Tags: Fairy Tale Style, Alchemist Kuroo, Blacksmith Daichi, Shapeshifting, Cat Kuroo
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kurodai-week · 3 years
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Hello!
KuroDai Week 2021 comes to a close!
It had been a great week and we’ve seen some great works both here and on twitter! We’d like to thank everyone for their support and participation! See you on our next event!!
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ragewerthers · 3 years
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Finder's Keeper's
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Summary: All Daichi wanted to do was add a little extra security to his shop. Sadly, he should've known that Kuroo was the one he really needed to be watching out for.
A/n: This is my second fic for KuroDai Week 2021! I went with the prompt 'urban fantasy/supernatural'
I really enjoyed getting to write them in this little moment and adding in plant magic is always a fun addition!
You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31162781
Enjoy! :D
Word Count: 1200
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“Dai? Daichi? Light of my life? Can you come downstairs to the store for a moment?” Kuroo’s far too sweet voice called up, causing Daichi to bite his lower lip to stop himself from smiling at what he knew he was going to find.
“Do you think he noticed my new addition?” he whispered to a small potted succulent on the windowsill, the small plant neatly perched right in front of the kitchen sink giving a little shiver in reply and making him chuckle. “I think so too.”
Turning off the tap from rinsing dishes he grabbed a towel and began to make his way downstairs to the small flower shop he owned. It wasn’t much, but it gave him a steady income and really, what better calling could you ask for when you were blessed with earth magic?
“Yes, Kuroo, my dove. What can I do for you?” he deadpanned, tossing the towel over his shoulder as he finally made it into the closed shop.
Currently, Kuroo was hanging upside down near the till thanks to a few well placed vine enchantments Daichi had been working on. His briefcase was still clutched and dangling from one hand as he held a death grip on a candy bar in the other.
“My sweet husband. My darling beloved. My gem of the night. Might I be so bold as to enquire… what the actual fuck is happening right now?” Kuroo asked, no malice in voice, but really just a mix of shock and awe as he glanced around his upside down world.
Daichi couldn’t help himself now as a rumbling laugh escaped him and he moved closer, tapping the vines lightly and murmuring softly to them as they slowly began to right his poor husband and set him back down on the floor.
“First of all, I told you that I was going to be adding some extra security to the front. I literally spoke to you about it this morning,” Daichi chided, as Kuroo continued to glance around at the vines retreating back to the wall behind the counter. They truly just looked like decoration or a fun, green aesthetic, but obviously were so much more.
“You did. And obviously I had assumed you meant security cameras. Or an alarm button. Not attack vines out to capture your poor husband,” Kuroo pointed out, starting to unwrap the candy bar he’d been holding onto.
“Which leads me to my second point,” Daichi quipped, quickly reaching forward to snag the candy bar from his partner's hand and earning himself a pout for his troubles. “I told you that I was going to be adding in these new features because someone kept stealing my snacks from behind the counter. And you told me that it was probably Bokuto when he came over to help us on Sunday’s. Now… dearest husband. Treasured darling. Thorn in my side. What am I to think when I find out that not only was my husband the thief? But that he lied to me? Tried to deceive me? Hmm?”
Daichi could actually feel a bit of smugness creeping into his smile as he spoke, knowing that he’d finally caught his sneaky husband in the act! “Well? Go on? What do you have to say for yourself?” he prompted once more as Kuroo stood there, cheeks turning pink as his eyes glanced from Daichi, to the candy bar, to the door leading to the stairs and finally back again.
“What can I say? Except that...” Kuroo murmured, setting his briefcase down and taking a step forward with an apologetic smile on his face. Sadly, said smile quickly morphed into something far more devilish as he lunged forward, snatching the candy bar out of Daichi’s loose hold and making a break for the door. “... finders keepers, loser’s weepers! Haha-AHH!”
Before Kuroo could even get to the door he found himself hoisted once more into the air, hanging upside down as Daichi moved closer with an exasperated look on his face.
“Are you a child? Really, I would love to know what is going on in that fuzzy head of yours sometimes,” Daichi teased as Kuroo glowered at him, the candy bar still clutched protectively to his chest.
“How many children do you know who carry a briefcase, hmm? Not many! I’m absolutely an adult… an adult who likes to steal his husband's sweets because he picks out better candy than me,” Kuroo pouted and Daichi really was far too weak to that look. Moving closer he murmured softly to the vines once more, getting them to lower his husband slightly, though he remained upside down for the time being.
“You’re ridiculous,” Daichi murmured, gently cupping his partner's cheek and watching as the soft blush returned to Kuroo’s face.
“But you still love me… right?” Kuroo asked, making Daichi chuckle softly as he leaned forward to pepper a few kisses over his trapped husband's face and earning himself a few breathy giggles in the process.
“Of course I do. Thieving ways and all,” Daichi murmured fondly, pecking a soft kiss to the tip of Kuroo’s nose before leaning back and whispering something to the vines to finally release the man.
As Kuroo finally got both feet back on the ground, he smiled sheepishly as he went to hand the candy bar back over to Daichi.
“At this point I think you’ve earned it, you ridiculous man,” Daichi laughed, moving to step around Kuroo and head back toward the stairs. “But I will warn you that I do have other security measures going in tomorrow. This will be the last victory you have over my candy, you heathen.”
Kuroo couldn’t help a smug smile from appearing as he finished unwrapping the candy and glanced back at the counter. “Fine by me. I’m always up for a challenge,” he laughed, taking a bite of the bravely won candy bar as he glanced around for his briefcase. His brow furrowed slightly as he realized it was nowhere to be found. “Hey Dai? Um… have you seen my briefcase?”
Daichi paused in the doorway, turning to give the man his own devilish smile. “Oh? You mean my briefcase?” he asked, glancing up at the ceiling. Kuroo furrowed his brow before looking up to find the vines had entangled it up near the rafters with no illusion of giving it back.
“Daichi! Hey that’s not fair! I need that!” he lamented as he tried to jump for it though truly it was a fruitless attempt.
“Yeah? And I need my sugar fixes. Guess you should’ve kept a better eye on it. Finders keepers, sweetheart,” Daichi cooed, earning him a scowl from his husband.
“Oh I’ll give you a sugar fix all right! Come here!” the taller man cried, a playfully devilish look in his eye as he took off after his mischievous partner.
As soon as he saw the look in Kuroo’s eyes, Daichi was off like a bolt, laughing brightly as he tried to race up the stairs ahead of the man. “AH! Nonono! Vines! Vines help me! Kuroo leave me alone! No!”
Perhaps he should’ve thought this through just a little bit more.
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sexyshakespeare · 3 years
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Kurodai AU  Chapter 2: Lover Bear
The wolf didn’t wake till afternoon, the light looking much like he’d left it when he’d fallen asleep. Time seemed to be evading him. Maybe he was dead after all. Kuroo looked down at his legs- breathing seemed to be easier to manage today, but he could still barely move a muscle without wincing in pain. And his legs were heavier than stone. Before he could fully look around him, a shape loomed over him, giving him a start. Two fluffy round ears, and a curious snuffle from the snout over the man’s hair, which tickled him, making him laugh softly. “Hey little cub”, he crooned softly at the bear-cub who was clearly very curious about the stranger. He raised his arms up above his head to give him soft scratches behind the ears. And instantly, the little guy was won over. The cub was settling his head down in the crook of his neck, sniffing at his body and nuzzling close. Kuroo smiled at the welcome he was receiving, petting and caressing his new friend- when two more arrived, both just as curious as their brother- taking turns sniffing around his legs and coming closer for cuddles. He was more than happy to oblige, giving everyone pats and scratches, a big grin on his face. “O h man..”, came the familiar voice from behind him, causing Kuroo to look up- an adorable sight, surrounded by three bear cubs who had nestled into his various crevices and made home there. He grinned at his benefactor, “I made friends!” “Mhm- alright guys come on, it’s like a furnace in here, give him some room-“, the brown haired fellow sat down, shooing the cubs away with paternal patience. The cubs relented, standing a little ways away, but not fully leaving- choosing to butt their heads into him instead. Warm laughter filled the cave, his eyes crinkling with joy as he shoved at the cubs playfully, “I’m busy! Quit playing-“, he smiled and grabbed at the faces that shoved into his sides. His hand seemed to have healed well enough overnight. It was cleaned and stitched up, looking much better than it had yesterday. Kuroo watched him bring out that shell filled with the salve again- and still plagued by the cubs who sniffed at it curiously, he came closer, rubbing the stuff on both his hands and setting his palms down on his chest. “How are you feeling today”, he directed at the wolf, patient, doting eyes on him. “Good..” Kuroo seemed at a loss for words, having spent the last few minutes simply staring at the other, his smile, his eyes, his strong arms- his chest now uncovered by any furs in the warmth of the day. And it seemed he was mighty distracted. “Good? Like you can walk out of here good or ‘you can’t feel your legs at all so I might as well cut them off’- good” Look at that smirk on his handsome face. What a cheeky bear. “I’m better, thank you- the salve did help, don’t think I have a fever anymore..”, he said with some patience, a brow raised towards the man who was now busy rubbing down his torso. Oh, he’d reached his hips already. There it was again, that unbelievable surge of heat down to his- “Yeah your color seems to be returning- I think you should be able to sit up tomorrow, but we’ll take it easy anyway-“ His hands had come back up to get his back, fingers following his spine down to his tailbone again. Kuroo had to close his eyes for fear they might roll upwards- his chest expanding less painfully now as he took in deep breaths. But it was over within seconds. Far too short this time round. Gold eyes followed him as he reached for a sack and brought from inside a fist full of pretty purple rocks- a beautiful shine to them, unlike any gemstone he’d ever seen. He watched as the man carefully set them down on his body one by one, following a line down his sternum to his belly, and down his two legs using the sticky consistency of the salve to hold them in place. “They’re beautiful..”, he said, his eyes flicking up to his face as he finished up his work for the day. “Aren’t they..”, a smile on his face as he put them away. The cubs had been deterred for only a little as they watched their older brother do important work. But they were at it again, sniffing at Kuroo’s body curiously. One even managed to lick at the sticky goop when the bear man caught him- “H ey stop that- get out of here, all of you”, he used that stern papa bear voice, too familiar to them no doubt. It was enough to have them pitter pattering out of the cave- the last one stumbling with his tongue hanging open and grunting from the sting of the medicine. “Cute kids..”, the wolf said to him in the fondest tone he’d used thus far. “Are they yours?”, he asked him curiously. The other shook his head no, looking just a little perturbed at the question. Kuroo had to, had to probe more, he wanted to know. “That was your mate right? The one I was hunting-“ “No.. she’s not- they’re her cubs and I take care of them sometimes but, she’s not my mate-“, his voice was weighed down by something he couldn’t quite decipher. But it would sate his curiosity for now. And with that, he was standing up to go- “O i where you going-“, he protested, raising himself up on his elbows to crane his neck back towards him- and then instantly regretting it as the pain shot through his torso. “Hey hey relax- just going down fishing, I was gone all day for the crystals, I need to see my family and cool off with them for a bit-“, he came closer, putting a calming hand on his shoulder to lay him back down. Kuroo looked up at him, upside down now as he watched his face. A playful little pout on his lips when he asks, “Well what if I need you..” His brown eyes must’ve widened, just a little. They quickly darted away, an awkward smile on his face, he tried to brush it off. But Kuroo wasn’t letting up, “I mean, what if I’m in pain and I need that salve again..” “You’re good for at least half a day now..”, he said to him with more patience than he should’ve- a softened look on his face as he stood up again. But he didn’t leave, looking back out at the cave entrance towards the cubs who were hanging nearby. “Okay, it’s time I taught you some signs then huh-“, he kneeled down again and scooted closer to Kuroo- giving him a face full of his gleaming chest in the last faint rays of sundown. Heaven.. heaven on earth.. “You listening?” “Yeah yeah- let’s learn some bear then-“, his eyes snapped up from their guilty pleasure to his face, showing him he was paying attention. The man leaned lower, his face level with the wolf’s. 
And it made his heart stop. The bear huffed through his nose at him, one, two, three times. Simple enough to replicate, though he wasn’t sure if his body language would be correct for bears, Kuroo mimicked him, tipping his nose up towards his and following along. “No-“, he put his fingers on his chin, directing it back down. It wasn’t easy to focus now, and he wasn’t quite sure why- Kuroo wasn’t one to shy away from physical touch, he quite enjoyed it, and a little touch to his face shouldn’t have had his adam’s apple bobbing nervously like it did. He tried again, three little huffs, keeping his nose level with his this time. This seemed to be more correct, granting him a smile and unfortunately, the leave of his fingers from his face. “You got it, just do that to any of the cubs, they’ll come get me-“, he said with some satisfaction as he got up one final time and turned to leave. “What does it mean-“ The bear man turned back, casually stating to him as he draped the furs over the wolf’s lower body, “Find my lover” Lover.
Lover? Lover..? The color rising in his cheeks was unmistakable as he tried to make sense of what he’d just said, blinking stupidly at him and completely speechless. He seemed to understand the confusion a little late, giving him an airy laugh, “It’s the same word for caregiver”, he said as he offered him a smile and what was a hint of playfulness in his eyes. He found him amusing at least, and not a pain, the thought left Kuroo smiling wider as he left the cave. His lover. A big sigh left his lips as he closed his eyes now, waiting for nightfall to come and for his lover to return. It was painfully boring in this cave, and the cubs weren’t around for him to entertain either. Not to mention the talk of lovers having ignited something in him that he found an absolute annoyance, given the state of his body at the moment. After what seemed like hours, he looked around the dark of the cave, and sensed nothing nearby. He cast his eyes down at the furs draped over his hips. Would his hips even work again.. The though of such a tragedy brought a small groan from his lips. It should’ve been the least of his worries, but he was after all, a mortal man, of the flesh and all that. It had been.. a painfully long time since he’d last- But then footsteps approached- familiar ones. 
His lover was home. Kuroo looked up to see him, his gold eyed glinting in the dark and seeing him clear as day. He had a.. giant fish in his mouth. And he looked happy, his hair dripping wet, as was the rest of his body. Oh no. “You need to eat! Come on! We got a great haul today, oh boy oh boy-“ he said, plopping the fish down in his lap as he crossed his legs and took a seat on the ground. He ripped out some of the flesh and offered it to him with his hand- Kuroo stared back and shook his head, “I’m not.. a fish person..”, he said weakly, feeling his stomach turn at the sight. “Eh? What do you eat then? Berries? We have some but you need meat in you if you want your legs back-“, he looked at him, the most adorably perplexed expression on his face as he tilted his head at him. “No I- I don’t eat them raw..”, he said with a sheepish look on his face. Cue a much more surprised, even scandalised look on the bear man’s face. “You don’t.. eat.. your meat.. r a w??” Kuroo can’t help but laugh at him then, clutching at his ribs for the ache it caused. He shook his head at him softly, “I cook it before I eat.. it’s just better for my body, I lived more around humankind than wolfkind.. just used to it like that” “Oh..”, he said now, and Kuroo could’ve sworn he saw his phantom bear ears droop a little. The very idea of.. cooking.. his fish.. seemed to depress the poor fellow. But he perked up soon after, swiveling around to find something. He rustled around back there and brought forth a few twigs, and smooth looking stones. And then he set about, doing something like clicking the stones together. Minutes passed as he concentrated on his task, while the wolf watched, a big, indulgent smile on his face as he looked up at him from time to time. “..with all due respect.. lover bear, what are you doing” The man looked at his face, eyes wide, his jaw tense. He didn’t seem to want to comment on the nickname just yet, though he’d heard it alright. “I’m making a fire.. this is.. how the humans.. do it..”, his voice trailed off when Kuroo seemed to not be impressed. “No..?” Shaking his head at him, “No”, he answered and took one stone from him- wincing as he raised himself up on one elbow. “Hold that in place-“, he reached for the fur at his hips with his other hand, gathering some of the loose furs on it and brought it back around to use as kindling- then struck hard at the rock in his hand. It took him a few tries but the warmth in that cave was kind enough to let the spark catch the fur- which Kuroo diligently blew at and fed little twigs. He settled back down when it seemed to grow, feeding more twigs to it till it was blazing as big as his fist at the centre of the cave. The other man seemed to be mesmerized by it, watching the flames dance in place, feeding it dry leaves from time to time. The gold and orange light flickered over their faces as they exchanged happy glances with each other. He held a stick of fish meat over the flame, turning it after a few minutes, while Kuroo watched him, happy enough to do just that. And then he came to him, stick in hand. He blew on each piece, pulled it off its skewer and held it to his mouth for the wolf to eat. And he did, chewing hungrily. He hadn’t eaten in more than a day now, he just realized. When he’d had his fill for the time being, he looked up at him with interest. “Do bears feed each other..” The question got him raising a brow at him, “Yeah we feed our cubs.. what, you want me to chew up your meat and feed it to you like you’re a 1 month old?” Kuroo sours a little, turning his nose up at him and looking up at the tall ceiling, illuminated by the light of the fire. “..wolves feed each other all the time.. don’t have to be a pup to get it” The bear man could sense something in his voice, something wistful, longing. It wasn’t a happy look on his face. So he tried to change the subject, huffing slightly, then in an amused tone, “That’s another thing- don’t even try to change here- I’m warning you, you do so much as yip like a wolf and I won’t be able to protect you-“ He crossed his arms across his chest as he continued on firmly, “The only reason they’re letting you stay here is cause of me- but if you seem like a threat to the cubs, I won’t be able to stop them from ripping you apart.” “Mm mm.. got it”, Kuroo answered with a small smile his way. But he didn’t stop there, smiling at the floor as his brown orbs twinkled. “Not sure how they’re overlooking that stench though”. When he looked up, he saw a disgruntled looking wolf man, an unamused look on his face. He looked like he wanted to bark at him right then and there. He laughed again, chortling at his reaction, “You have the pride of a wolf.. that’s for sure, but not much else I gotta say-“, he groans as he shakes his head, “They’re so noisy when they play, just loud and obnoxious- o h and the howling at the moon, hell on earth, what a racket” Yet again, this was cause for Kuroo to raise his nose at him, taking a deep breath to pace himself, till a smile grew on his lips. A dreamy look on his face as his eyes seemed to get lost in his memories. “Ahh.. but the moon’s so pretty, you can’t help but sing to it..” The other man looked at him, scooting a tad bit closer, and raising a single brow at his words, “You.. sing to pretty things?” The wolf man’s eyes darted back to his face, lolling his head towards him now with infallible confidence, “Why, you interested?” This confused him, though there was a little gnawing sensation at the back of his head. The bear ventured further, against his instinct, “In.. singing?” “In me singing to you- I can’t see the moon from here- you’re a pretty bear, might just howl at you one of these days..”, words spoken without hesitation as he looked into his eyes, an annoyingly charming smirk on his lips that was begging to be wiped off. He couldn’t help but blush when he said it all, and that’s what had him scoffing- laughing, disbelievingly, or perhaps just to distract himself from the near-hungry look in this man’s eyes. “Tell me this- is talking like a jerk just YOUR thing or is it just a wolf dialect-“, he shoots back at him now, thin lipped smile in place to control his face from erupting in color again. That definitely knocked him down a peg, stopping him in his tracks. Kuroo’s mouth was opened now, in a little scoff of his own, before he resumed that disgustingly smooth smile of his, “Tell me this! Is fondling your patient just YOUR thing or it just the magic of bear fingers-“ “FONDLING! H AH-“ he shook his head with some outrage at him, “You need to learn to keep your mouth shut, I’m not f o ndling you, I’m healing you, you ungrateful little-” But before he could finish his sentence, the wolf man was transformed in his affect- stretching his sinewy, muscular arms above him, his smile flashing as he presents his neck to him like a dog in heat, “Mmm healing me alright.. in more ways than one” Those eyes bore into him, watching him for a reaction, crafty and ready to pounce at any opening. 
And he felt the heat climbing down his body, flickering like the light in the cave, threatening to reach its destination. That was his cue to leave. The bear man stood up, grateful for the heavy fur he had draped around his middle, “Alright wise-ass, get some sleep”, he said with obvious bitterness lacing his words as his face steeled itself against any more unruly attacks from this jackass. “H ahhh don’t leave now, come on, I was teasing..” It was almost laughable how needy he sounded, but the fact that it was working like tendrils tying his feet to the ground- that wasn’t very funny at all, he thought. The bear swallowed slowly, determined not to give him another word- not another word for him to twist around and use against him. “Won’t you spend the night with me..?” Silence. Deep breaths to calm himself, and to fix a testy gaze on the man at his feet, who still seemed to be holding back a laugh. “Hey it’s been a while since you put that stuff on me, I might hurt at night..” Was there anything this guy wouldn’t do to get him to stay. And what if he knew that he’d won before he’d even tried. What then. The man sat back down heavily, reaching for some furs and laid them down- f ar from his side, the sign of a clear boundary. Which again got Kuroo chuckling to himself quietly as he watched him. He put out the fire with impatience covering it with hide, and in the darkness lay down on his fur. Deadly silence. “Hey uh.. what’s your name.. I forgot to ask..” Nothing. He was going to give him absolutely nothing. “..do I just call you my lover then?”   “Daichi- my name’s Daichi..” Kuroo turned his head towards him in the dark, the smile on his face gleaming bright at the neat trick he’d just pulled.
“What’s yours..” 
“Tetsurou”, he answered with a softer smile his way.  
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Kurodai Day 4:  Umbrella Thief
“It’s not here? Oh hell” Daichi looked about the restaurant helplessly. It was a new umbrella too, one of the prettiest he’d owned- bright yellow with daisy prints on it. He sighed in some defeat, thanked the waiter and left. It was his own fault really, he’d only just remembered that he’d forgotten it here the next day. He’d had dinner at The Grizzly Cove the night before, a simple meal for one- roast beef, a side of potatoes, the usual. He came here often enough, he didn’t live far from the place and he liked to eat out now and then just to treat himself. The worst part of this? It was raining on and off for the past week and he really did need an umbrella. Daichi looked up at the cloudy sky and sighed yet again, deciding he ought to buy a new one right away before he headed home. Who would steal a goddamn umbrella.. He kicked at the pavement, grumbling like a child who’d just had his ice cream knocked out of his hand. Just as he rounded a corner, he saw a store that had a sale on umbrellas- Perfect. This time he’d get some boring monocolor umbrella, he thought to himself, a big frown on his face. He needed time to mourn his daisies, he couldn’t set about trying to find a replacement right away. Wouldn’t feel right. As he made his way through the store- it was evening time, and the clouds looked about ready to burst any second. But just as he found himself by the bin of umbrellas- he saw that it was empty, the sign with the big Pooh bear on it winking at him in a cheeky way, cruel almost, with his own yellow umbrella and rain-boots on. The man wasn’t having the greatest day so far. And to make matters worse, just as he stepped outside the store- Heavy. Pouring. Rain. Sawamura Daichi turned the collar of his jacket up and zipped it up to his neck. Sticking his hands in the pockets, he grumbled some more and walked along the pavement under the awning till he got to the bus stop. What a downpour it was- sending most pedestrians scurrying inside shops or under awnings. Except for the ones with their umbrellas. Of course. Well, he’d just have to buy one soon- maybe order one online. He stepped onto the bus that had arrived- it would just be 2 stops till home. As he paid his fare and settled down in a seat next to the window, he saw him. A man with sharp, messy black hair, a black coat, facing away from him as he walked out of a café on the opposite side of the road. The rain didn’t seem to faze him, reaching behind him to take out his umbrella. A yellow umbrella. A yellow umbrella with daisies on it. Daichi’s eyes bugged out of his sockets when he saw it open- the man walking down the street and away from him, with HIS umbrella. “O I – HE Y hey-“, he began practically yelling at the man, the thief, through the glass like he could hear him. The passengers on the bus frowned, but he didn’t care- that was HIS GODDAMN UMBRELLA. He stood up from his seat, his eyes fixed on his umbrella floating in the air as he made his way to the doors of the bus. It was carrying him away from it- his umbrella, his precious daisies- He couldn’t see it anymore- the man was getting into a cab just as Daichi was stumbling to the doors and demanding to be let out. And just like that, he missed his chance. His umbrella was gone again. Stolen by this.. this- Goddammit.
He was willing to put it out of his mind- after about a week of tossing and turning in bed plotting revenge. He might have even had a dream about the thief- his profile and a nasty smile on his face as he floats away with his umbrella like Mary Poppins. But today was going to be a good day, Little Women was finally out in theatres. Well, just the one cinema that was screening it. And that suited him just fine. He was sitting in the movie hall with a big tub of popcorn for himself. There were hardly 50 people in here with him, scattered all over the hall- the row two rows down from him was full, but the rest of the hall was mostly empty. He settled back in his seat as the movie started up. Daichi’s eyes wandered to that row several times- to the seat directly in his line of sight. He wasn’t quite sure why. The fellow had wild looking hair, sticking up every which way, made it look funny against the screen- and he kept leaning to his left to.. o h O h.. Oh for fuck’s sake, it was a public.. theatre.. He didn’t have to be chewing this girl’s ear off right in the middle of the park scene. It was distracting as hell. Daichi could just make out the smile on his face in the dark. That smile. Something very, strangely familiar about it. It had him feeling uneasy, shifting in his seat and trying to look back at the screen. And that’s when he saw it- the man shifted closer to his date, revealing by his knee.. an unmistakeably bright, yellow umbrella. Daichi’s neck nearly snapped, the way it shot forward to peer at it in the dark. Daisies. He could make out the pattern- white daisies all over it though it was folded closed. It was him, the man in black, the thief the- Oh his blood was boiling. The gall of him to come to his special movie night and taunt him with his long, lost umbrella. With his date too, poor thing probably had no idea of his criminal past. Oh he was going to get it now, he was going to snatch it right up from his hands. He would wait for the movie to end, and walk right up to him and ask him what the hell. But, fate have it, the credits began to roll and everyone seemed to be in a rush to get outside. This man with his annoyingly tall body and his very long legs- he was rushing out first, his date under his arm and pulling out HIS umbrella. No NO NO NO Daichi runs now, leaping down the steps, his muscles straining as he reaches the lobby of the theatre to find that they were gone. His umbrella, lost again. Taken by him.
Again. Daichi gives it another week- no, two- his eyes peeled for the man with HIS umbrella every time he walks down the street. Was it destiny then? That he should get his umbrella back? That he should slap his wrist and pry apart the fingers of the sinewy hand that clutched at its yellow handle. Goddammit.
This time, it was out of his mind. He’d been looking at new umbrellas online. Peonies, carnations, and yes, even daisies again. The tab was open on his browser all week, the check-out button waiting to be clicked. But somehow he couldn’t do it. He needed more time. And that was okay, he thought. He’d managed to stay clear of the rain for a while now, it wasn’t an urgent need. He was going to a little concert today, something he’d seen advertised on home-made posters on his street. A small event no doubt, happening at a sponsor’s home. Seating and tickets would be sold as you arrive- and Daichi fancied a nice cello performance, drinking punch in paper cups.. He liked this sort of thing, quiet, pretty music, and a good way to unwind after a busy week at work. Of course, when he arrived and bought his ticket, he sat right at the back with his cup of punch and waited for the room to fill. It was a small enough room to be full, maybe 30 people at best. The musicians began their performance- two cellists and one violinist. He smiled as he closed his eyes, letting the notes hit him softly as they came. He sipped his punch as he listened. When he opened his eyes, he saw him. The man, clear as day, sitting two rows down from his, whispering animatedly to the person on his left. Daichi blinked his eyes several times, watching his hair, the way it fell over his face, his strong jawline- yep, it was the same guy. And sure enough, right there by his knee, his beloved yellow daisied umbrella. This was it, this was his chance, heaven ordained. Daichi was not about to let go of it, standing up mid-concert, fuelled by the punch and making his way to his row. “Excuse me- sorry- excuse me- sorry”, whispered through the air as the man, clearly vexed, made his way to the centre of the row. His back was bent painfully so he could look this fucker right in the face- “H ey- that’s my umbrella” No answer. His head was turned away from him, his stupid, soft hair flopping as he nodded to the man he was so deeply engaged in conversation with. “O I I’m talking to you-“ Thankfully, the other guy alerted him to his presence, though Daichi could’ve sworn he was ignoring him on purpose. His face when he turned around, looked even more deadly, the thief looked up at him, his sharp gold eyes narrowing and brows knitting in confusion. “Th is-“, Daichi aggressively pointed at his precious article, “Is m y umbrella” The fellow tilted his head at him, like a damn puppy. “O h? Is it? It’s a great umbrella!” All of this whispered back and forth between them while 25 other people frowned at them- Daichi was suddenly very conscious of himself, shaking his head and jerking his thumb behind him for the guy to follow. He watched him being all sweet to the man, giving him a reassuring smile and pat on his thigh. He could’ve sworn that hand lingered. With a distinctly sour taste in his mouth, Daichi led the way outside, and stood underneath the awning overlooking the street,  pouring just outside of it. His arms were crossed across his broad chest as he stared down, uh- up at this jackass. “What’s the big idea huh- you stole that umbrella right out of The Grizzly Cove- that’s M Y umbrella bub”, This was no time for civility. No way. Sawamura Daichi might’ve even glared at him. But it didn’t seem to faze him in the least- the man put a hand up to the back of his neck, giving the sweetest, sheepish grin. Was that a blush..? “I’m so sorry! I just really needed an umbrella and had been putting it off for a while, so I uh- took it I guess- pretty thing-“ “Yes I know it’s pretty-“, he shot back at him. Clearly, at a loss for words and staring at his feet angrily. Well, that was that, the man held the umbrella out to its true owner with a smile. A genuine smile it seemed like, one of repentance. Good. He ought to repent. Daichi took it from him, happily curling his fingers around the familiar handle- he smiled down at it, then looked up to see several people exiting from behind him. He’d missed the end of the concert. Oh well, he wasn’t bothered. He was reunited with his umbrella, and it was looking up to be a great day. Daichi nodded at the man, thinking it better to not tell him just how many times he’s bumped into him since the past month. What was there to say really- it was some kind of mad coincidence. “Didn’t think I’d.. find you- IT- again..”, he mumbled at him. “Oh I had no idea somebody was looking for it!”, he said with another warm smile and looked out into the street. “You uh- leaving?” “Yep yeah- cheers then-“, Daichi nodded at him softly and stepped out from under the awning, the pouring rain that did not touch him, that made a perfect arc around him, owing to his pretty yellow umbrella. Life was good again. He took a few steps ahead, and then stopped. . .
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A slow turn around revealed to his eyes, a very awkward looking ex-umbrella thief, standing just shy of the curtain of rain and watching him with- an uncomfortable grimace. “Right, get in-“ “Thank you..” “Do I drop you to a bus-stop? Car?” “I was thinking a bite to eat actually, The Grizzly Cove?” Daichi looked up at him, and he figured, he ought to huff, grumble, give him the ugliest look he could muster. But instead, he smiles and looks away. “The name’s Kuroo- your humble umbrella thief-“ “Sawamura- and you’re buying..”
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Kurodai AU Chapter 1: The Wolf and The Bear
He waited in the dark for an opportunity to strike. She looked like she was alone. Not a very big bear, he could definitely take her if he aims for her throat. One big bite, even if she throws him off, he could try to land on his feet. He might break a few toes, but that was a very small price to pay if he could get food and shelter for the month. Kuroo stepped out into the clearing by the water’s edge, stalking closer behind the bear who seemed unaware of his footsteps. And just as he was about to lunge, he hears massive footsteps running towards him, causing him to turn wildly around- a giant bear, much bigger than the other was charging at him. Where had he come from, this wasn’t going according to plan at all. He ran back into the woods behind them, running for his life, his heart beating against his chest to carry him further. This was it, he was dying today, and for what- for a life of a petty vendor running errands between tribes for scraps. He could see his life flashing before his eyes as he scrambled into the woods- the grizzly was fast as he was big, even the trees weren’t deterring him like they normally should any bear. He managed to climb a leaf strewn slope up to a jutting rock- hiding behind it to try and catch his breath. He debated running further, calling for help from the neighboring packs- maybe someone would come after all, even if he wasn’t welcome there anymore, maybe they’d mistake his call for someone else. But then he knew, nobody would come. He was alone, and he would die alone, under the jaw of this grizzly. He’d have to put up a fight, and this was his one chance. He takes a deep breath, steels himself, and prepares to die. He aimed for the inside of the bear’s paw- a soft spot, easy to sink his teeth into and try to tear a chunk out of. As he connected with the beast, a terrifying, thunderous roar filled the forest, enough to shake new life into his body- he wasn’t all that small compared to him, his jaw clamping down on his entire paw, sharp fangs digging in deep. But the bear was bigger still, stronger, taller when he stood on his hind legs, and he was being thrashed around in the air like a ragdoll. Then finally, with one last shake, he was tossed into the side of that very same rock. His fate was cruel, but that wasn’t the thought running through his mind when the wind was knocked out of him- the only thought he had, as he whimpered loudly, tears stinging at his eyes- was the excruciating pain shooting through his entire body. His legs, his torso, his head. His head was spinning, the world was spinning- everything seemed to be going dark. This was it. This was the end. He was dying. Like the dog he is, bleeding against a rock in the middle of nowhere. He couldn’t breathe, his ribs surely broken and its contents jostled around. Only his heart seemed to beating still stronger, aching as it pumped life into his body that begged it to stop. Meanwhile, the bear seemed to be in immense pain, stumbling through the woods higher up the slope, leaving a trail of blood behind from its paw. Kuroo closed his eyes then, satisfied with at least that much. That he’d died a fighting dog. If.. if his parents knew, then maybe they’d be proud. And with that, he let the blackness take him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Kuroo opened his eyes. How much time had passed, he didn’t know. It seemed dark still, had it been a day already? No, he didn’t think so- it was his instincts driving him now, he needed a safe place to crawl into. Somewhere he could pass out in peace, not here where some animal or other would find him.
But could he move? He looked down to his legs, they looked bad- bruised dark, he could see it better now on his human skin. He was so sure he looked like a sad sack of meat as a man, but he knew he was too weak to change back, for a while at least. So not only was he on the verge of death, he was in his defenseless form- no sharp teeth or claws, or fur.
He reached down to the little bundle of rags he had tied to his thigh, and suddenly felt pain, bolts of pain running jagged through his torso. He gasped for air, struggling as he undid his clothes and managed to pull his hide-skin on. The bottoms were far worse to get into, his pelvis must be shattered he thought as he willed himself not to cry out loud. Panting, sweating, and delirious from the pain, he looked up the slope- all he needed to do was find a cave to lie down in. He wouldn’t move again for at least a week, but right now, he didn’t want to die of shock when something attacked him for meat as the night went by.
Taking in sharp hissing breaths through his mouth, he gripped at the rock beside him, and discovered that he couldn’t stand. He closed his eyes as the tears came, pain like he’d never felt before- and gritted his teeth, crawling up the slope as best as he could. Thankfully, it wasn’t too steep, and there were roots he could use to hoist himself up- his arms though bruised and hurting, could still carry him.
He managed to crawl on his knees some of the way- though it took the life out of him, which made him wonder if he might just survive this. Funny what 5 seconds of being upright can do to a man. Kuroo looked ahead of him just as the slope began to ease up, and saw the entrance of a tunnel that led into the mountain. It wasn’t used by any humans, that much was certain by the large bones strewn outside of it.
It wasn’t his best choice, but it had to do. The man managed somehow to stand then- his muscles aching, tears streaming down his face- he managed to hobble the rest of the way to the little doorway of the cave and collapse right in the middle of it, elbows hitting the hard granite.
This time he did whimper- and suck in a breath, eyes tired from staying open for so long. Crawling to the wall, he tried to sit up, but it hurt to put weight on his tailbone- so he slumped up against it instead. His peculiar gold eyes glinted towards the dark tunnel, praying that nothing came out of there while he was awake. Or that if it did, it would snap his neck first, do him a kindness.
What he didn’t expect, was a pair of eyes watching him from just inside the doorway- 
human eyes.
Kuroo sucked in a breath, his adrenaline kicking in for a few seconds while he tried to sniff them out. He smelled dangerous, it made him want to roll right out of the cave he’d so painstakingly brought himself crawling into.
What was that smell.. strange, human but, unlike any human he’s ever smelled.
The stranger came forward then, his face illuminated slightly by the moonlight outside- dark hair, dark eyes, his body covered in dark furs, and a rugged face that spoke of immense strength. He didn’t seem hostile.
The two men stared at each other for a while longer- till Kuroo finally becomes aware of the smell of blood on him. Injured, like him, taking refuge in this cave then. But, a quick glance over his body revealed to him that he was nursing his hand behind him, the blood draining from there no doubt.
His gold eyes flicked up to his face just as he’d connected the dots, and so had the other man apparently,
“You should’ve run when you had the chance- I didn’t want to make a body bag out of you-“, the young man said plainly, bringing his bleeding hand out into the light, bandaged roughly with some leaves.
“I didn’t think you’d let me go with my life, after I almost attacked your mate”, Kuroo answered, his eyes studying the man’s affect, his body language was calm, composed. It wasn’t like he was a threat to anyone in the state he was in of course, and clearly he was more in danger than this bear man was.
The stranger didn’t say anything, only looking down at Kuroo’s legs, then at his torso. “Why were you hunting her- didn’t expect a wolf to hunt a grizzly on his own, the stupidest thing you dogs have ever done”
That comment got his hackles rising- a low rumble in his throat, which died as fast as it had come. He was far too much in pain to care about his pride.
“I was hunting for my tribe in the village nearby.. fish was drying up over the fall, deer running far from here- bear would’ve given them fur and meat for weeks-“, his voice was weak, his mind focusing on breathing more than his story.
“You were hunting for humans? You live with them?”, bear man asked, scooting forward to hear him better. He had a curious look on his face, clearly out to get as many answers as he could from the man he’d just maimed beyond repair.
“I.. I travel, and sell my wares..”
“What do you sell..”
“Meat.. clothes, I’ve carried messages and found wives for tribes-leaders”
The man squints at him, not fully understanding, “You’re a matchmaker?”
A little laugh sounded from the injured other as he cranes his neck backwards, reminiscing almost, “Ah h.. I’m a salesman.. I make deals in return for some food, shelter from other tribes”
“So you’re a conman-“, the brown-eyed fellow shot back at him, quick as ever to pass judgement, much to the chagrin of the wolf. However, he wants to continue this conversation, he wants to humor him, play him with his words if he can. “It’s only a con if they’re not happy.. and besides”, this he says with a little more pride, “I sell medicine too, not stolen, crafted by me”
“You don’t run with a pack..?”
Oh, the real questions were starting now. The ones that were difficult to answer.
Kuroo shook his head at him, keeping his eyes cast at the fur that hung over the man’s chest. Grizzly fur.
“Your home..? Home pack?”, he prodded some more, unknowing of the look he would see on the man’s face at the mention of it. Kuroo turned, the dark black hair that hung over half his face was facing him now, eyes cast away from his prying brown orbs. 
Kuroo saw flashes of the faces again, he could smell the fire, the blood. He’d tried to make sense of it, not fully remembering any details only just piecing together what might’ve happened to his home, to his parents and his pack. His siblings, a sharp memory of a chasing game, and his mother.
It took him a few seconds, but with a slow blink of his eyes, he turned back to him, “You..? Your home pack?”
This topic seems to lift up bear’s spirits entirely- causing a wide smile to spread on his lips. Pride in his voice when he says, “Yep- lived here all my life, parents raised me here past the under-fall river, cliffs over there”
Kuroo watched him, nodding at the words, exhaustion climbing over his body slowly but surely. And it seemed that the other man noticed, his dark brown eyes showing some concern, maybe even warmth if he wasn’t imagining it.
Another minute passed before he said, “I can take you to my pack.. heal you there-“
The injured man looked at him, tired eyes, shaking his head, “What, let you take me to a forest full of bears? I don’t think so-“, he started off- but could not shake the look in his eyes as they bore into him, his wounds.
“I’m not going to survive another two days-“, Kuroo said to deter him further.
That’s when he came forward, this stranger who owed him nothing, and locked his eyes into his gold, his voice betraying no hesitation as he spoke the words. “I’m not going to let you die”
Kuroo’s head lolled a little now, which caused him to come closer, holding at his neck with his good hand, supporting his heavy, weary form with his strong arms. His strength was leaving him, so he whispered, brows knitting together as he shook his head at him again, “It’s not your place to save my life.. I tried to attack your family today- you can leave me here and go on with a clean conscience knowing they’re safe-“
“I’m not going to let you die”
His words were spoken even firmer, an air of finality about them, the stubbornness of a bear perhaps. The wolf could only watch those eyes, full of conviction, like they defied death itself to take him from him. And though he didn’t want to be moved, though he didn���t want to fight this awful, heaviness that was setting in his bones, he just knew he couldn’t say no to him.
Or maybe he was too tired to try.
The bear understood that this defeat meant a silent agreement to being in his care, which brought an impossibly warm smile to his face- the man who could have killed him, who came very close to doing just that barely a few hours ago. “Want me to carry you?”, he asked with clinical concern, but the response Kuroo gave was one of misplaced pride, “N o ..?”
Of course, that earned him an amused look.
A heavy sigh before Kuroo nodded, feeling his pride wilt, his tail between his legs at the thought of being carried like a cub to his cave- but the pull at his neck that he somehow expected instinctually, did not come. Instead, strong, capable arms despite his own injuries scooped underneath Kuroo’s torso and his legs carefully. Before he could protest, he was lifted in the air, and held close to his chest.
Swaddled then, like a baby. His mind seemed to snap when he saw the ground below them, a good way away, and he scrambled just a little to wrap his own arms around the man’s neck, wincing in pain from the movement.
And the gall he had to laugh at him. “Just like you dogs~ always the same, put you on a little shelf and all that pomp dies in seconds-“
Kuroo fumed at him, not appreciating the commentary as he was carried out of the cave-
“Alright alright, I’ll stop cause you’re injured”
“Dying-“
“Injured”
Stubborn. Big. Stinky. Bears. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He was carried the rest of the way, past the river, and to the forest beyond the shallow fishing pool. The climb in the forest was gentle, the terrain naturally flowing back towards the riverside till it tapered to the side of a mountain. The rocky ledge he walked on was the worst hurdle- Kuroo didn’t dare look down to the depths below, burying his face into his shoulder, and closing his eyes shut.
But then, it cleared out onto a wide shelf overlooking the water- the bear cliffs were beautiful, something he’d only seen in the distance. The side of the mountain had several hollows inside of it- each one, full of sleeping bears.
His mouth hung open when he saw them, hardly believing his eyes.
“This is my home.. and you’re welcome here till you’re healed and ready to leave-“, he spoke finally, carrying him in the dark past several occupied caves and into a smaller, empty one.
He set him down on furs that lined the stone, gentle as a feather, showing exceptional control despite his severely injured hand- which the wolf suddenly felt so much guilt for giving him. Gold eyes heavy with sleep followed him as he walked about the surprisingly warm cave for where it was situated- then watched him as he kneeled by his side, a hollow shell in his hand.
“It’s a salve, should take away the fever and the pain for a little- help you sleep tonight..”, he said softly to the man in his care, trying to ease his worries. Looking down at his body now, the next words spoken were, “Strip your clothes off-“
Kuroo shouldn’t have- he shouldn’t have been able to ignore the exhaustion taking over his body, and look up at the man, a little smile building on his lips. But he did just that, eyes heavy lidded with sleep, but also something else-
The bear nearly huffed at him, raising his brow sternly, disbelievingly.  Was he being, suggestive? Of what? “Or I’ll just cut it off of you, you’re not going to be needing them anyway-“
“Alright alright, I’m doing it-“, he said with what bear could’ve sworn was a giggle. After all that he’d been through, the man was giggling and chortling like a pup as he winced and sat up to pull his hide-skin rags off of his torso. He even had the gall to reach for his skirt, which gave good enough access as it is, “This too..?”
A firm little slap on his ribs seemed to do the trick. The man reeled, and gasped for air as he lay down instantly, to the delight of the brown eyed other,  “Blood seems to be leaving your head, do better to lie down-” 
The sun seemed to be filtering through the air, it was morning after already. Orange rays of light fell on the bear man’s face as he leaned over him and applied the salve to his body.
Kuroo watched him as he did it, carefully, taking all the time he needed- first over his chest and under his ribs, then down to his abdomen. As that hand pressed soft circles into his skin, he watched its fingers travel lower, to his hips, and then to his thighs underneath the rags of his skirt. He went still lower to his knees, his shins, his feet and his toes- leaving a trail of burning-cooling tingles in his wake.
When he was done, Kuroo found himself wishing he wasn’t, waiting for another round of this, whatever it was that he was doing to his body. He’d used salves before on himself, but none hadf felt quite like this.
Oh but he wasn’t done, his warm fingers found their way underneath him, rubbing soft lines down his spine to the small of his back. His face was so close to his body while he touched him, his palm cupping over firm buttocks, and travelling.. between them.
Kuroo’s eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets when the firm fingers rubbed at his pelvic bone. There was not a moment of hesitation or awkward reluctance in the man’s eyes, only concentration on his task. A true healer at work, and a man of his word. He wasn’t going to let him die.
The wolf’s eyes poured into his, the words catching in his throat as he watched the bear put the shell down and wipe his one hand on the wall behind him, the other still covered in a bloody bandage and clotted, dirty. He came back to his patient’s side, smoothing over his forehead with the salved hand, a cool sheen of the stuff masking his skin and instantly giving him relief from the throbbing in his head.
“I’ll go find some crystals for you, they’re in a cave not far from here-“, he said to him, eyes full of not sympathy or even empathy really. They were full of care and quiet devotion. “They’re magic, they’ve healed the worst injuries we’ve had- broken bones, bleeding wounds, cured bad appetites and ailing hearts too”
Kuroo smiled faintly up at him then, “Thank you..”, he whispered, the events from the day fully settling on him as his eyes searched his brown. There was nothing there to read, only, inexplicable warmth. The bear’s thumb rubbed a small circle into his forehead, returning Kuroo’s smile with his own.
“Get some sleep..”
He didn’t have to be told twice, going out like a light as soon as the man had left the cave- sinking into dreamless slumber, and a deep one.
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Kurodai Day 5: Ass-assination
[Prompt: Locked in]  -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kuroo was woken up by the loud clangs of the cell door. What now. Jesus, can’t a guy get some shut-eye in here. Well, he should’ve thought about that before embezzling from the JVA. At least that’s the voice in his head said, for the first time that day, and not for the last. It had been 5 months in here already, and he was slowly settling into a routine. It was bad, but not quite that bad. He tried to keep his head low, not say much to anybody, mind his own business. He’d manage to keep out of trouble for months now. The only exception being that time he fought that fucker for getting his chocolate confiscated by blowing the cook or whatever he did to make it happen. Fuck that guy and his greasy hair, fork-tongued motherfucker.  
Kuroo sat up in his bunk, wondering who his new inmate was. Broad shoulders, brown hair, and ripped. Shit, he better not get on his bad side huh. He watched him quietly from his side of the cell, waited for the last pat down from the guard- who nodded towards Kuroo, handed him his cigarettes, and headed out, locking the door in place. The man sat down on his bunk. He looked like he’d lost a lot of sleep lately. Tetsurou looked him up and down, sizing him up for his crime. Most likely battery, maybe arson. He looked deadly enough to do it. Or maybe he was just caught at the wrong place at the wrong time- like him. A rich person’s worst nightmare- Kuroo liked to believe he wasn’t a criminal, just a businessman. That was probably why his sentence was still as long as it was. There was absolutely no remorse behind his sweet smiles and promises to live a good, honest life when he was out of here. Fuck that. He wanted that villa in the Caribbean. “What are you in for” Kuroo directed the question at the other man. The mysterious man built like a goddamn grizzly, looked him straight in the face, the look of a killer in his dark eyes. “This ass-“ . .
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Tetsurou stared at him for a good minute watching him as he laid back in his bed, folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. Alright. Alright, that’s how he was going to be?  Being in-mates and everything, hey, he’d hoped they could’ve been friends. Fine, fucker didn’t want to share? Fine, he’d be smoking this entire pack of cigs by himself, he thought to himself and laid back on his bed as well.
Weeks went by the same way as they always had- and rookie here didn’t need much help around the place. Funny. It was like.. he’d been to prison before, or at the very least, knew how they worked inside-out. Kuroo kept a close eye on him as he ate at his table with his regular group. It was purely a protective group he hung around, they weren’t exactly friends- definitely not anyone he’d keep in contact with once he was out of here. In fact, he was hoping to ditch his name altogether if he did get out of here. Big goals, big dreams. Before long, he’d learnt his name- since he hadn’t offered it on his own. He was lucky he was such good eye candy, and by default maybe had a soft spot in Kuroo’s generous heart. He even saved him some chocolate one time- offering it to him in the cell. “Don’t like chocolate” Kuroo’s eye had twitched when he said it, the way he said it. But the time he heard his name- was when they were receiving mail. Kuroo never got mail- his friends were ashamed to be associated with him. His dad had disowned him altogether. Well, Kenma did come visit him last month- telling him he’s done waiting and he’s moving on with his life. Which meant, of course, that he was finally going to admit to sleeping with Hinata behind his back. Kuroo couldn’t have cared less by then, he’d let him go a long time ago. Daichi. Sawamura Daichi was his name. And it was called out every week, sure enough- there was a care package of sorts, from somebody, that came through every week. “Daichi..”, he ventured one night when he was in bed. The man grunted in response, signalling that he hadn’t slept yet. “You really got into prison cause of that ass?” Not a moment’s hesitation, or any sign of his gruff, sleep ridden voice wavering as he said, “Definitely” And that was that, the days following that night, Kuroo was off at lunch time telling the story of how Sawamura Daichi got his ass thrown in prison- quite literally, for it being a goddamn menace. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday passed- and the rumors were flying- Did you hear? Sawamura smuggled coke into the country in his ass for months before getting caught- No no- Sawamura was the personal security guard for the crown prince of Saudi Arabia, who committed crimes against his country by allegedly tapping that ass, then flat out handing him the royal throne in marriage. Come Thursday and Daichi had finally caught on with what was happening. He walked up to Kuroo’s table where he was animatedly explaining the cause of his demise to his companions- and everyone hushed. Almost instantly looking a little pale when they saw the bearish man walk up behind Kuroo, who might easily lose a fist fight against him. Tetsurou stopped talking then- turning around to see the man, staring down at him. Then without another word, he put his tray down on the table next to him and sat down heavily. He nodded at Kuroo, then began eating his rice quietly. “Go on- tell them how it really happened-“, he said in a deep voice that would bring chills to anyone who heard it. The guys looked spooked, and Kuroo- well, he got less chills, more thrills. And he was happy to oblige.   With a little smirk on his face, he turned back to the table and continued, unfazed, “Sawamura was a security guard at the governor’s last speech- the one he died at-“ “Yeah, didn’t he get shot?” “Nah nah man- they cover all that shit up in the papers-“, Kuroo waved his hand at the guy, “Yeah the media guys getting their cocks sucked by the governor’s PR team to cover it up-“, Daichi answered without skipping a beat, nodding seriously as he slurps up his gravy like a hungry beast. Kuroo nodded, his hands coming into action as he hunched over the table conspiratorially, “Yeah so, he was head of security right- and the governor knew his face, he’d been in town for a while right-“ The silence around this table now. Kuroo felt like a star, his story was reaching hundreds- he was making history right now. “Daichi here, bless him, he bends over right- and what, you were going commando that day you said?”, a nod his way as Tetsurou feigned asking for confirmation. “Yep yeah- hot day, May’s just fuckin murder-“ “Yeah so my guy turns from the podium for a second to check if his deputy had the perimeter secure- he bends over to talk to the guy standing down the stairs- and his, will you believe it- his pants rip” At this point Kuroo gives a grin- not too big a grin, just a shrug of his shoulders like, ‘hey it happens’. “His pants rip- and he ends up mooning the governor- who was, looking DIRECTLY at him when he was giving his speech-“ Daichi smirks at this point, agreeing in full. “And the governor.. trips- over the wires on his podium- and falls-“, Kuroo’s strong fist smacks hard into his palm, “Head-first into the concrete 3 feet below-“ At this point, the entire table was staring hard at the two men- waiting for the punchline to this joke, waiting for a crack of laughter, a smile- a flash of tooth. They got nothing. Kuroo shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head at his tray and biting on his bread. “Damn tragedy- wrong place, wrong time, man..”, he finished in a low voice. Sawamura glared at them, daring them, any one of them to laugh. Not a soul dared. And then the man finished his meal, smacking his lips, slurping up the rest of his gravy and scarfing down his fish. And with that, the duo of Kuroo and Sawamura exited the scene, making it back to their cell in one piece. Once inside their cell- they exchanged one look, and were falling all over the floor, Daichi clutching at his stomach, Kuroo pounding the floor with his fist as they laughed their hearts out. “My ASS IS MAKING ROUNDS BABY” “FUCK YEAH IT’S MAKING ROUNDS- YOU SEEN THAT THING? YOU PACKING BACK THERE MY MAN” Hi-fives were exchanged- the two men slapping each other’s backs as loud as thunder- till they heard a loud yell from their floor guard, and tried to choke back their laughter, giggling like a couple of schoolboys as they watched each other. Each one with some wonder in their eyes as they did. “Man.. you’re alright-“, Kuroo said with a big grin thrown his way. “You’re.. brilliant- did your mouth get you into prison?”, Daichi leaned back on his bedframe, stretching his legs out in front of him as he asked. “You could say that-“ “Bet it could get us out of prison too-“ “I’m not blowing any guards again man-“ “..that’s not what I.. again..?” Kuroo took his pack of cigarettes out from under his blanket- waving them at him like it should’ve been obvious. “..you a lawyer?”, Daichi asked now. He chuckled at him, his body vibrating as he lit his cigarette with the lighter he would have to chuck down the toilet when they checked the cell this weekend. “You know, I could’ve made a great lawyer.. made more money like that too probably-“, he shrugged his shoulders, taking a long drag. “So- did you?”, Tetsurou looked back at him with teasing eyes, a smile on his face, “Did I what-“, he answered, his face was considerably softer on him now. He had a handsome face, especially when he smiled. Kuroo reckoned he’d like to see more of that over the next few months. “Get in here for your ass-“, he said as he stretched his arms above and behind his head, a little too suggestive a look on his face. He fully expected Daichi to close up again, turn a cheek- or maybe give him a hard punch to his exposed ribs. But instead, Sawamura looked him in the eye, a growing smirk of his own on his lips, “Why don’t you find out..”
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