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Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Rating: T
Relationship: Manami Sangaku & Toudou Jinpachi
Summary: In the villages high in the mountains, they worship the Yamagami. He's an unpredictable god, and to calm his tempestuousness, they sacrifice one of their children to him every year. This year, their sacrifice is to be Manami Sangaku.
Notes: Fill for SASO 2016 Bonus Round 1. Cross-posted on AO3.
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At night, in quiet whispers around the fire, they spoke of the Yamagami. He was mercurial, they said. He was beauty incarnate. He was destruction personified. He was wonder and terror in one.
And to appease him, every year when the leaves first started to turn and the air turned crisp, they offered up their most beautiful child so that he would give them his blessings, and avoid them with his curses.
Unlike the other gods, the Yamagami never came down to speak with them. He never appeared before their priests, never spoke through their prophets, but there was never any doubt that he existed. And so the sacrifices continued year after year, the villagers figuring the life of one child was a small price to pay for continued peace.
As spring turned to summer, discussion turned to who they would be offering to the god. This year, unlike most, the discussions were mere formalities; everyone knew who the sacrifice would be. He was young and innocent, though not so young as he appeared. He had always been a sickly child, relegated to simple domestic tasks in the village rather than the hard physical labor of his peers, but he was beautiful, and everyone knew the Yamagami appreciated beauty.
Though it had never been discussed in front of him, Manami knew it too. He saw in the way people looked at him — a combination a gratitude, pity, and sorrow that he had grown used to long ago. And so it was no surprise when, on the night of the solstice as the entire village gathered at the temple to celebrate the naming of the sacrifice, the priest cried "Manami Sangaku" to the clear skies, and the village echoed his cry.
It should have changed everything, but somehow, it changed nothing. Life went on as it always had until a few days before the ceremony when the high priest came for him, dressed him in the ceremonial robes, and led him to the building where he would spend his last few days in silent prayer. It was one of the few stone buildings in the village, and the floor was cold under his bare feet. The echoes of the iron bar across the door falling into place echoed through the room long after the priest left.
That night, alone in his prison, he finally allowed himself to cry. He didn't question the decision of the village. He knew that he could never bring them honor as a warrior or as a hunter. They asked him to serve them by being their sacrifice, and he understood, but he wondered what would happen after he was gone. Would anyone remember him, or would his name be lost to history as just one in a long line of sacrifices? Would he meet the Yamagami when he died, or would he simply cease to exist? His tears would be dry by morning, but for the moment, he let himself cry.
Sometime in the middle of the night, when the light of the nearly-full moon streamed through the bars on the window, he felt a light touch across his cheek, like a thumb brushing away his tears.
"Do you wish to live, little one?" a voice asked, and it echoed through his bones, coming from everywhere at once as no mortal voice ever had.
He gasped as he opened his eyes. A pale figure stood by the side of his bed, shimmering and dancing in the moonlight, always just out of focus.
"Yamagami?" he whispered.
"That would be me! And you're Manami Sangaku, my soon-to-be sacrifice. Or, at least, you're supposed to be."
"Yamagami," Manami repeated, breathless.
"Will you come with me?" the Yamagami asked.
"Come with you?"
"Yes. Come join me, child-who-looks-as-I-once-did."
"You can take me from here now?"
"Of course I can, if you are willing."
"I am," Manami said, and the god pressed a shimmering hand to his back between his shoulderblades. He gasped as silvery wings erupted from his back, glowing in the moonlight. Then the Yamagami was pulling him by the wrist, leading him up through the roof of the building and into the clear night sky.
"Welcome, Manami Sangaku," the Yamagami said when they finally touched down again on the mountaintop, "or perhaps I should say, welcome, Hakone's Angel."
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The next morning, the priests found a stone and a single feather where their sacrifice had been, and in the following months, they began praying not only to the Yamagami, but also to the guardian angel who finally calmed his tempestuous nature.
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Merry christmas, @smokingbomb59!! I’m your Secret Santa!! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
I hope you like this Manatou fanfic I wrote--apologies if it seems a bit choppy as it was writen over the span of a few days aha
(this is also my first attempt at writing Manatou fanfic so again, many apologies for any mistakes).
Day 1
It starts off as something negligible, forgetful; Toudou merely comes into class, sits down with his bag and pulls out the bottom drawer of his desk. Amidst his half-completed notebooks and post-notes lies a pink strawberry sweet in clear, translucent wrapping.
He picks it up, inspects it in light suspiciously. The wrapper gleams harshly in his eyes, but sure enough, it looked like nothing more than a sweet. The teacher comes in, and Toudou unwraps the wrapper, pops it in his mouth.Must've been a gift from a girl, he assumes.
He spends the rest of the day taking notes with the taste of artificial strawberry lingering in his mouth.
At after-school practice, when he and Manami are adjusting the chains on their bikes and shivering in the cold, Manami leans close, and sniffs.
Toudou recoils back, one hand to his rapidly reddening neck. "What the hell was that for?!"
Manami simply smiles, head resting on the bicycle seat. "You smell of strawberries, Toudou-san."
Toudou sniffs himself; all he can smell is the faint scent of grass and ink. "I don't smell anything." He says suspiciously.
Manami beams, artlessly. "Maybe I have a better sense of smell." What a weird kid, Toudou thinks.
Day 2
Toudou's late getting out of the house this morning; the water in the onsen had frozen over. His parents send him in the car today, and he sprints into the building, almost slipping in the icy courtyard.
His classmates are already sitting down, and the teacher looks at him reprimandly as Toudou skids into his seat.
He lets his his head falls on the table and covers it with his arms as he catches his breath. As his legs swing under the desk, they hit a leg and something drops from underneath the table with a light thud.
Toudou leans over the desk slowly.
There's a flat square package on the floor, and he picks it up apprehensively. It's wrapped in checkered greys with a glittering gold ribbon spilling from the top, resplendent in the morning light.
Toudou shakes it; it sounds empty. Sneaking a quick glance at the teacher (who seems to be trying to explain the monstrosity that is quantum physics) Toudou slides a finger under a flap and slowly drags it open.
There's something soft wrapped in white tissue, and he quickly scans the classroom before unwrapping the paper. It's a pair of riding gloves, dark brown with a border embroidered in orange.
Toudou lifts them to his nose; they smell of fresh leather and soft yarn. Strange, he thinks, I was needing a new pair.
He'd torn his on some tree branches the month before, and had resorted to sewing up the cracks until he had time to buy a new pair. He runs the meticulous white stitches between his fingers and wonders at who would spend that much. Probably the same person as yesterday, Toudou assumes. He shrugs and stuffs the gloves in his bookbag.
At practice after school, Fukutomi assigns them a course around Mount Hakone.
Snapping on his helmet and yanking on his shoes, Toudou slips on the gloves slowly, marveling at how well it molded to his hand. He wiggled his fingers to test flexibility, and to his delight, the glove felt like no barrier at all.
He swings a leg over his bike and pedals off, speeding towards the first hill.
Behind him, Manami watches with a faint smile on his face.
After the race, Toudou unclips his helmet and throws it down, chest heaving with exertion.
Both his riding jacket and new gloves are soaked through with sweat, and he zips down his collar a bit. Behind him is the whir of bicycle wheels, and he turns around just in time to see Manami finish.
"Alright there, Manami?" Toudou asks, peeling off his gloves.
Manami eyes the movement. "Are those new gloves, Toudou-san?"
"Wahah!" Toudou grins and points at him. "Maybe if you're ever as popular with the girls as me, Manami, you can get gifts like this next year!"
"Is that so?" Manami laughs. "Who gave them to you, Toudou-san?"
"I don't know." Toudou frowns and turns the gloves over. "But I'm sure that she's a very nice girl."
It might've been his imagination, but Manami's cheeks took on a faint pink tint. It was almost cute, Toudou found himself thinking.
Then again, Manami had always been out of the ordinary where things were concerned.
Day 3
It was almost expectancy at this point, that Toudou comes into the classroom, sit down, and see a bright, florescent package inside his desk tray.
He tears it open amidst the screech of the bell, and unwraps a lilac headband. It's almost identical to the one he's wearing today, but this one is covered in soft velvet and smooth to the touch.
Toudou debates whether to switch headbands or not, but decides to go for it in the end, placing his headband carefully in the makeshift case he made last year (one cracked headband was enough to put him off backpack pockets for the rest of his life).
It fits snugly around his ears, and Toudou's curiosity is piqued more than ever.
During lunch, he finds Arakita and Shinkai in the courtyard, sitting himself down inbetween them (and squishing Arakita in the process)
"Oy!" Arakita scowls and shoves him off. "Don't just go interrupting people's lunch when you feel like it, stupid."
Toudou gives a long-suffering sigh and throws a arm over his eyes.
"Someone like you, wouldn't understand, Arakita--"
"What the hell does that mean?!"
"--But I have a problem." Toudou looks at Shinkai, who merely stares back at him uncomprehendingly.
"Big deal, idiot." Arakita shoves Toudou again, successfully getting him to move aside. "We've known that already."
Toudou looks from Arakita to Shinkai, back and forth, but they're both ignoring him in favor of eating. "Come on," he whines. "I'm being serious here!"
"Like the time you made all us go to your house in the middle of the night because your straighter was broken?!"
"Hey!" Toudou scowls at Arakita. "That was an emergency!"
"The hell it was!!"
"Yasutomo, Jinpachi, calm down."
"Ah, jeez." Toudou sighs and crosses his arms. "Just when I thought I could tell someone about it, too..."
He closes his eyes and waits.
A few minutes pass, and Toudou creaks open an eye, then bolts up; Arakita and Shinkai are gone.
Day 4
This time, he doesn't find it in class.
Toudou feels the slightest tint of disappointment as the morning bell screeches.
It's not like I should be expecting anything, anyway he reminds himself as class starts. The rest of the day is a blur, Physics, English, History--all of them a hour long and he cannot remember a single thing.
It's not until lunch, when he goes down to the yard to look for Arakita and Shinkai, that it happens.
Toudou passes under the east end of the building on the way to the schoolyard, under the balconies hanging from the fourth floor, that a small wrapped package hits his head.
"Oy!" Toudou rubs his head, then whips up to look above for the culprit. There's no one there.
Toudou looks back down at the ground, seeing the projectile that had hit him. It's a small brown package wrapped in twine, with the slightest rip in the side (Probably from the throw, he guesses).
Sneaking another glance upwards (there's still no one there-) he unfolds the package. There's a red sweatband sitting inside, with a small white wheel stitched on the side. Toudou rubs a thumb over the band; it's soft and fuzzy to the touch.
He looks up again, once, twice, but no one is there. Maybe it's his imagination, but he swears he can hear faint laughter.
He rides his bike with a red sweatband that day, under the persistent glare of sunlight as he flies up Mt. Hakone, ghosts of wings on his back and wind in his hair.
When practice is over, they meet in the practice room. "Are any of you doing anything this Sunday?" Shinkai asks.
"This Sunday?" Izumida scratches his head."Not that I remember."
"I'm free," Izumida calls from the corner, where he's fixing the wheels on his bike.
"I don't think I have anything planned," Arakita adds.
Toudou laughs. "Wahaha! Surprisingly, I don't have anything eith--"
"Wait!"
They all turn to Manami, who's standing in the doorway with a sheepish grin on his face. "I'm busy all of Sunday."
Arakita sighs."Why did you ask us anyway, Shinkai?"
"I was thinking we could have a Christmas gathering at my place."
"I'm free too," Fukutomi says as he walks through the door.
They all turn to look at Manami, who weakly laughs.
Later, when they're packing up, Toudou overhears Arakita and Shinkai.
"That Manami....hasn't he been acting weird lately?"
"You're probably over thinking it, Yasutomo."
"He's been on time every day this week!"
"He wasn't on time today."
Arakita shrugs. "It's weird, I'm telling you."
Toudou frowns.
Later that night, he calls Makishima.
"Maki-chan!" Toudou says when the other picks up.
"It's too late for your energy, Toudou." Makishima sighs, and Toudou can hear the rustling of papers in the background.
"Are you doing homework?"
"Yes." Makishima says, and it's clear in his voice that he wants Toudou to take a hint and hang up.
Toudou was never one for subtlety.
"Maki-chan, Maki-chan, you'll never guess what happened to me this week!"
"Oh believe me, I think I can," Makishima chuckles wearily.
"I've been getting these random gifts all week," Toudou rolls over on his bed, looking at the ceiling. "It's really weird--I have no idea who's been sending them."
"What kind of gifts?" Toudou can hear a pen scratching in the background.
"Gifts relating to biking, mostly..."
"Maybe it's someone from the club?"
"It could be my fan-club..."
"Maybe.." Toudou waits for awhile, but Makishima doesn't attempt conversation.
"Maki-channnn", he whines, and Makishima snaps. "What."
"Manami's been acting weird, too..."
"That's nothing new."
"No, like, really weird."
Makishima sighs heavily. "I don't know if you've noticed, Toudou, but Manami's always weird."
"Weirder than usual!"
"Can't imagine what that's like.."
"Does Onoda ever act strange?"
"Whenever he's trying to hide something." Toudou can hear more rustling in the background. "But it never really works out in the end so we just ignore it."
"Hmm..."
Another moment of silence follows, and Makishima sighs heavily. "Toudou, if there's nothing else, I really need to finish this essay."
Toudou forces himself to laugh. "Ha! Not a problem, Maki-chan. I'll just call you more tomorrow!"
"Fantastic." Makishima says wryly. "I'll look forward to it."
Day 5
Toudou doesn't even think twice before opening the package laying on his desk the next morning.
It's a water bottle today, made of clear plastic with a translucent lid clicked on top. It weighs akin to nothing in his hand, and Toudou's more curious than ever as he tosses the bottle up and down.
"Onoda only acts strange when he's trying to hide something," he remembers Makishima saying.
He frowns and stares at the bottle, turning it over in his hand, inspecting the biking logo and running his fingers over raised characters on the sloping side. Manami's strange behavior, his unorthodox timeliness, his abnormal comments--
Toudou walks over, water bottle in hand. "Did you give this to me?"
Manami doesn't even look. "Yes."
"...All those other gifts, was it you, too?"
"Yes."
There's a gap of silence, and Toudou can feel his face turning red. "Why?"
"Because I like you, Toudou-san."
Toudou covers his face with his hands; he's never been this embarrassed in his life. "Wait..."
Manami is patiently silent, and Toudou regains his composure, looking at Manami with flaming cheeks. "You can't be serious."
"You're the one who said it yourself, Toudou-san--."
"Manami," Toudou interrupts. "Are you gay?"
Manami looks genuinely surprised. He shrugs. "I don't think so."
"Then.."
"I don't really know myself," Manami's face looks sheepish again, and a small hint of blush is starting to form. "I just know...I like you a lot, Toudou-san."
If Toudou's face was red before, it was nothing compared to what it was now.
Manami reaches down into his pocket, pulling out an envelope. "I wasn't going to give you this until tomorrow, but..."
He hands the envelope to Toudou, who looks at him quizzically. "What's this?"
"I was wondering...if you'd wanted to go see a movie this Sunday."
"Is that why--"
"Yeah." Manami admits. "I was going to surprise you at the movie theater but you just had to go and find out, didn't you?" He laughs.
Toudou pulls out the tickets. It's tickets to the new showing of Love Actually, the movie no one was supposed to know he liked. He glances at Manami, who's trying his best attempt at nonchalance.
"I wasn't sure if you'd like the movie, but it was something that I thought you'd want to see."
Toudou properly looks at Manami, cheeks warm and hat askew, face of timid sincerity, and he thinks he could fall in love.
"I...would love to." Toudou mumbles, taking a ticket.
Suddenly, Manami swoops in and kisses his cheek.
Toudou jumps. "Wha-"
"Mistletoe," Manami says, pointing up. "I've heard that it's a western tradition to kiss someone under it."
Toudou opens and closes his mouth, lost for words. "Then...you should do it the proper way, right?"
Manami's face breaks out into a brilliant grin, and he leans forward.
Onsen!Manatou … I have a headcanon about Manami having had open heart surgery when he was younger (his parents kept him cooped up because he was born with holes in his heart and there was no way to tell how much he had to exert himself before it meant trouble, so they weren’t taking any chances). I have other nifty ideas about the procedure itself, but I’ll save that for a later doodle ;)
Anyway, long story short, that scar has become so canon for me that I just draw it on Manami without thinking, ahhh! ^_^;
