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I wonder why, just now I decided to draw Jackal, and it came out like this.
I missed my Jackal askblog, but can’t open it yet because… there’re still a lot of things I have to do ;___; I’m so sorry, everyone…
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Every time Sanada screamed ‘tarundoru’, a Jackal was hurt.
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ah yes
my otp
(via tavris-sprite)
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prince of tennis
Genderbent
rikkai dai
D2
coffee and cake
marui bunta
jackal kuwahara
MARUI PLEASE
Once again I don’t know if anyone has posted this but yeah.
I tend to find VERY weird fanart on pixiv, including this. *-*
Tagging this as ‘prince of tennis’ seems wrong somehow o-:
….um
(via fuckyeahnioumasaharu)
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Ow. Jackal winces. That actually hurt, just a bit. Okay so maybe Marui wasn’t completely weak as he’d thought. “Well. I’m not gonna be stuck here, true. But you are and that’s even worse.”
He was still hurt pretty bad though, and there wasn’t really anything he could do about it aside from waiting and just being there. Which, really wasn’t much at all now that he thought about it.
Gently, very gently, he takes Marui’s uninjured hand in his. He intertwines their fingers and, finally feeling more like himself, looks him in the eye. He tries not to regret his decision when he sees just how fragile and painful everything looked.
“Are you sure I can? It won’t hurt you?”
Marui isn’t sure if he wants to laugh or hit Jackal over the head with his cast. Either way, his lips curl upward and he shakes his head. Jackal worried too much. It was endearing, true, but sometimes, Marui thought he just went overboard.
“Idiot. I’m not that fragile. I think I’ve already broken most of the bones in my body, so there’s no need to worry. Do I have to do everything…?”
Shifting on his bed again, he leans in to give Jackal a quick kiss on the lips.
“Don’t worry. I’ll tell you if it hurts,” he whispers, entirely sure that nothing would hurt, not at all. This was Jackal, after all.
“You really should be resting right now,” he mutters, trying to ignore the itch Marui’s bandage caused. Pretty sure it felt much worse for him.
“So…” This was a bad idea. He’s had a lot of bad ideas before but this one was probably the worst.
“You should probably lay back and leave everything to me, okay?”
Marui makes the effort to lean off his bed and press his cheek on Jackal’s hand. He had half the mind to bite it and tell Jackal to just touch him because touching was definitely okay. It’s not like he had some communicable disease like an STD or anything horrible like that, anyway.
“Why would I ever get sick of seeing you?” He asks, looking at Jackal. It was weird, really. He could see through his right eye, since his left was still bandaged. It wasn’t that his eye was injured- there was a cut just underneath his eyebrow that bled and he really wasn’t paying attention to the nurse’s explanation due to being so drugged the other day.
“Just stop looking so glum,” Marui continues, determined to, well, make things better. Somehow. But now that Jackal was closer, he reaches out with his good hand and pinches him on the cheek like he’d been wanting to do. “You’re not the one gonna be stuck in the hospital for a month or two, you know. And you can sit on the bed, silly.”
“And—” he hesitates for a moment, and licks his lips. “Kiss me. It’ll make me feel much better.”
Ow. Jackal winces. That actually hurt, just a bit. Okay so maybe Marui wasn’t completely weak as he’d thought. “Well. I’m not gonna be stuck here, true. But you are and that’s even worse.”
He was still hurt pretty bad though, and there wasn’t really anything he could do about it aside from waiting and just being there. Which, really wasn’t much at all now that he thought about it.
Gently, very gently, he takes Marui’s uninjured hand in his. He intertwines their fingers and, finally feeling more like himself, looks him in the eye. He tries not to regret his decision when he sees just how fragile and painful everything looked.
“Are you sure I can? It won’t hurt you?”
(Source: the-man-with-four-lungs)
He probably made it worse, much worse. He really shouldn’t upset him, especially not in this state. Not that he could help it but he should probably try…
Jackal sits down on a nearby chair with a sigh, and restrains himself from reaching out to grab Marui’s uninjured hand. That would probably hurt him too.
“…I’m sorry. This is just really hard and I’m sorry I’m not much help right now.”
He’s quiet for a moment, turning his head just slightly so he could watch Jackal. Marui knows he shouldn’t be so vindictive. It wasn’t Jackal’s fault that he was in the hospital. If he was in Jackal’s place, he probably would be acting the same, too. Probably.
“It’s the whole hospital thing, isn’t it?” He asks after a while. The fingers in his cast twitch a little, wanting to reach out to Jackal and just rub his bald head. “I’m sorry I snapped, too. It’s just—” Marui takes a deep breath and exhales, pouting just a bit. “It’s so damn boring and depressing here. I can’t really do much at all, and I was really happy you visited, but if you keep looking like that I might cry—” His voice cracks and he frowns, biting his lower lip as if it could help stop him from crying right then.
“It’s less about the hospital, more about you. I don’t like seeing you like this…
I guess not seeing you at all is even worse,” he says, more to himself really.
Jackal looks up and really, really regrets it. The face Marui was making was just too much, too much and he jumps out of his seat and finds himself a spot on the floor close enough to him and kneels there. He extends a hand, not really sure if it would be advisable to touch him so he just sort of lets it hover over Marui’s head.
“I’m sorry. I can’t really do anything other than visit you. Everyday, if you’re not sick of me yet…”
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He laughs a little mirthlessly. “Ha. About that… no, forgot. Sorry,” he mutters, refusing to look Marui in the eye. “Maybe next time.”
He tries to avoid looking at the cast too, and basically Marui in general.
Marui’s smile fades. He was happy that Jackal came to visit, but he was acting all weird and it was making his mood drop significantly. He was already miserable and covered in bandages, he didn’t want to see his Jackal trying to avoid his gaze.
“It’s not that bad,” he says, looking out the window. Marui couldn’t bear to look at Jackal at the moment. It made his heart knot unbearably. Getting stitched up without anesthetics was probably less painful.
“…you didn’t have to come visit if you’re just going to look like that,” Marui says, unable to stop himself from sounding bitter. He wanted to say something different, but sometimes, his brain-to-mouth filter didn’t really work.
He probably made it worse, much worse. He really shouldn’t upset him, especially not in this state. Not that he could help it but he should probably try…
Jackal sits down on a nearby chair with a sigh, and restrains himself from reaching out to grab Marui’s uninjured hand. That would probably hurt him too.
“…I’m sorry. This is just really hard and I’m sorry I’m not much help right now.”
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“Hey yourself,” Marui says. He waves with his good hand, currently his left. He tries very hard to act normal, just to get Jackal to ease up. He knows that Jackal was most likely already panicking internally. He didn’t need to hyperventilate, pass out of worry and end up in a hospital bed himself.
“Did you bring me anything?” Marui still asks this when the answer was pretty obvious. Besides, he wasn’t allowed to eat anything outside the diet his doctor gave him. Cakes were definitely out of the picture, which made him really really sort of angry. It wasn’t his fault that some idiot driver decided to ram into his bike at the stoplight.
Still, though. It might get Jackal distracted enough to lighten up.
He laughs a little mirthlessly. “Ha. About that… no, forgot. Sorry,” he mutters, refusing to look Marui in the eye. “Maybe next time.”
He tries to avoid looking at the cast too, and basically Marui in general.
(Source: the-man-with-four-lungs)
Marui wakes up from the knock on the door. He’d fallen asleep somehow, not that naps weren’t all that welcome. And it wasn’t like he had much choice, what with the amount of medicine and drugs he’s being fed every few hours. Most of them made him go out like a light.
”Come in,” he says, voice still a little tired. With his right arm in a cast and sling, he reaches for that handy remote to make his bed move and adjust with his left hand, so he could be sitting up when his visitor came in. It was either his mom (again), or Jackal.
But since he’d posted a scan of the news article he found of his accident, it was most likely Jackal. A very worried Jackal. He probably wouldn’t like to know how many stitches he’d gotten. It didn’t help how visible the bandages around Marui’s forehead was, and how it covered his left eye. He’d joked to his brothers that he was turning into a mummy and that he’ll be a zombie soon (both of them even offered to shoot him in the head with nerf guns when Marui completes his zombie transformation), but it probably wouldn’t work on Jackal.
For now, Marui would just give him his best smile. Even though it did kind of hurt to do it.
He opens the door and hisses sharply, the bright white cast being the first thing he sees. And then he notices Marui, gaunt and pale, lying on the bed. Jackal ignores the lingering smell of chemicals and enters the room. He approaches the bed, keeping as calm as possible. Freaking out probably wouldn’t be good for the patient at the moment.
“Uh… hey Bunta,” he goes, cringing when his voice breaks midway. So much for calm.
(Source: the-man-with-four-lungs)
Jackal never liked hospitals. They always smelled of antiseptic and Fabreeze in horrible quantities. It was either too crowded or too empty, and the temperature was always uncomfortable. The coffee from the vending machines was weak and unsatisfying, and did little to help his nerves.
Regardless, Jackal puts years of running laps to good use. He goes as fast as his legs would allow from his house to the train station, then the station to the hospital. He probably should have collapsed from exhaustion at this point, but he manages to drag himself past the nurse’s desk and up the stairs (elevators were always too crowded, and he was more than physically capable of getting around on his own) to room 303.
He raises his fist and frowns, realizing he forgot to bring anything. Stupid. Ah well. There will be time for that later. He knocks.
