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[VARIOUS] AU Meme Drabbles (Part Two)
Only one this time, but it's twice as long as the others, so. I'm slowly working my way through these. Slowly!
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Yuri waited until the sound of footsteps had completely faded before emerging from the fire escape. It didn't exactly rank first on his list of preferred hiding places, but it served well enough in a pinch. Between the height and the conveniently concealing strings of laundry hanging everywhere, all he'd had to do was tuck his legs up a bit onto the back rail and duck. Leblanc's failure to look up had done the rest.
The rusted metal gave a wrenching groan as he swung down from it, but it held. Yuri landed in a careful crouch on the pavement below and paused, listening. In the distance, he could still hear the shrill whistles and angry shouts of Leblanc and his fellow officers, but they were growing steadily more faint as they enthusiastically charged off into the wrong direction. Yuri had to give them credit for enthusiasm, but that was about it. With a grin of triumph, he stood up and brushed flakes of rust off the rolled sleeves of his shirt. Now all he had to do was lay low for a day or two -- maybe bribe Ted with some sweets to keep an eye out for anything suspicious -- and he was home free.
A voice from behind him interrupted his thoughts. "Yuri."
Yuri's shoulders stiffened and he let out a slow hiss through his teeth. He schooled his face into a cheerful grin and casually spun around on his heel. "How's it going, Flynn?" he asked.
"Don't you 'how's it going' me!" Flynn was in uniform -- it figured -- with his arms firmly crossed.
"C'mon, don't be like that," Yuri said, his grin never flickering, even when Flynn fished a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket meaningfully. "We're pals, right?"
That earned him a roll of the eyes. "Sure, but that doesn't mean I won't lock you up anyway. What'd you do this time?"
Yuri shrugged "Oh, you know. The usual. Theft, booze, general debauchery..." he trailed off at Flynn's amused snort. His grin faded. "Fine, have it your way. I decked Cumore."
"Yuri..." Flynn sighed.
"Look, he was making trouble for Hanks, all right? Harassing him." Yuri said defensively.
That caught Fynn's attention. "Sergeant Cumore was? What--" He stopped at the sound of a police whistle.
Leblanc had finally caught a clue, and was heading back the way he'd come. It was just his luck. Yuri swore under his breath, his his eyes never leaving Flynn's. For what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few seconds, Flynn seemed uncertain. Yuri itched to bolt, but he knew even if he did, Flynn would catch him. All he could do was wait for a decision as the shouts grew closer.
Finally, Flynn set his jaw and jerked his head to the side, towards the next alley. "Go. But we're talking about this later."
A broad grin spread over Yuri's face. "You're the best," he said, taking a moment to brush his lips over Flynn's cheek as he passed him.
"This doesn't necessarily mean I won't turn you in after we talk!" Flynn called warningly after him.
Yuri just laughed and broke into a run.
Tales of Vesperia: Prohibition-era US, for
cypherYuri waited until the sound of footsteps had completely faded before emerging from the fire escape. It didn't exactly rank first on his list of preferred hiding places, but it served well enough in a pinch. Between the height and the conveniently concealing strings of laundry hanging everywhere, all he'd had to do was tuck his legs up a bit onto the back rail and duck. Leblanc's failure to look up had done the rest.
The rusted metal gave a wrenching groan as he swung down from it, but it held. Yuri landed in a careful crouch on the pavement below and paused, listening. In the distance, he could still hear the shrill whistles and angry shouts of Leblanc and his fellow officers, but they were growing steadily more faint as they enthusiastically charged off into the wrong direction. Yuri had to give them credit for enthusiasm, but that was about it. With a grin of triumph, he stood up and brushed flakes of rust off the rolled sleeves of his shirt. Now all he had to do was lay low for a day or two -- maybe bribe Ted with some sweets to keep an eye out for anything suspicious -- and he was home free.
A voice from behind him interrupted his thoughts. "Yuri."
Yuri's shoulders stiffened and he let out a slow hiss through his teeth. He schooled his face into a cheerful grin and casually spun around on his heel. "How's it going, Flynn?" he asked.
"Don't you 'how's it going' me!" Flynn was in uniform -- it figured -- with his arms firmly crossed.
"C'mon, don't be like that," Yuri said, his grin never flickering, even when Flynn fished a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket meaningfully. "We're pals, right?"
That earned him a roll of the eyes. "Sure, but that doesn't mean I won't lock you up anyway. What'd you do this time?"
Yuri shrugged "Oh, you know. The usual. Theft, booze, general debauchery..." he trailed off at Flynn's amused snort. His grin faded. "Fine, have it your way. I decked Cumore."
"Yuri..." Flynn sighed.
"Look, he was making trouble for Hanks, all right? Harassing him." Yuri said defensively.
That caught Fynn's attention. "Sergeant Cumore was? What--" He stopped at the sound of a police whistle.
Leblanc had finally caught a clue, and was heading back the way he'd come. It was just his luck. Yuri swore under his breath, his his eyes never leaving Flynn's. For what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few seconds, Flynn seemed uncertain. Yuri itched to bolt, but he knew even if he did, Flynn would catch him. All he could do was wait for a decision as the shouts grew closer.
Finally, Flynn set his jaw and jerked his head to the side, towards the next alley. "Go. But we're talking about this later."
A broad grin spread over Yuri's face. "You're the best," he said, taking a moment to brush his lips over Flynn's cheek as he passed him.
"This doesn't necessarily mean I won't turn you in after we talk!" Flynn called warningly after him.
Yuri just laughed and broke into a run.
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th-they are the best. really really the best. wherever they are. <3
Yuri itched to bolt, but he knew even if he did, Flynn would catch him.
SO MUCH LOVE. ♥ ♥
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I'm glad you liked, eee.
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aaaaah
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<3 <3 <3 <3
and he'd look so good in a cop uniform, too.
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He'd be great in one. I actually spent way too much time thinking about proper period clothing, sob.
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FOR COMPLETELY SCIENTIFIC REASONS what would you say you pictured Yuri wearing? :>
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SCIENTIFIC, EH.Pretty much the period equivalent of his usual outfit. Button-down shirt, untucked, rolled up at the sleeves, and probably not buttoned fully. A vest of some sort, and serviceable trousers. I couldn't decide what to do about his hair, since I'm too attached to it being long to have it be cut according to proper period styles, but I'd considered a hat of some sort he could tuck it up under. 8Db LIKE I SAID. TOO MUCH TIME.
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100% SCIENCEmaybe he could get away with low pony-tail? Not terribly period appropriate either, but. I'm not usually a fan on long hair, but it does really work for yuri.
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Rita would be proud.That's also a possibility. I just can't picture him with short hair -- he's just not Yuri without it.
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My scientific process probably has less punching than hersNo, it really just... it doesn't work well. I AM SURE...SCIENCE... WILL FIND THE ANSWER.
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That's probably for the best, in the long run.I EAGERLY AWAIT YOUR SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS.
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They'll use the handcuffs later, I'm sure. Officer Scifo, sobold.no subject
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Also can you imagine Estelle in outfits like these.
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This is socute. ♥
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