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tr_fic2009-08-06 01:11 am
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040. Looking At You
Title: Looking At You
Characters (and Pairings): Iker Casillas, David Villa, Guti/Raul
Rating: PG-13, R maybe
Prompt: 040. Sight
Words: 590
Iker sat on Guti’s couch, staring at his hands. Guti sat holding Raul, petting his hair while Raul looked at the floor and kept shaking his head. Guti was shifting looks between glaring at Iker and a completely look of concerned love for Raul.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t want this. I didn’t know what he was going to do.” Iker started gushing out apologies again and again but Raul kept shaking his head, not hearing him.
“Stop Iker.” Raul spoke for the first time since he’d heard. “It’s been done now.”
Iker nodded and stood. “I’m still, so very sorry.”
He walked out giving one last apologetic look to Guti’s glare. He sighed once he was outside. He had responsibilities now. He had an entire squad to look after. Would it really be considered offensive to anyone if he benched all the Barça players? Yes, it probably would.
At training the next day, Iker was nervous but tried and from the looks on their faces, succeeded in keeping a calm, controlled voice throughout his speech. He was the last to leave the locker room, eyeing Villa the entire time.
On the pitch, Iker found that the sight of seeing anyone else, let alone Villa, in the number seven was just…wrong. He could not shake the feeling that it should be Raul here instead of Villa. Iker knew that the Asturian meant nothing by it, he personally hadn’t done anything, but still Iker couldn’t help but blame him just a little bit.
When training was over, Iker told everyone that they’d done a good job, everyone but Villa. He told himself it was just an oversight, but he knew better. And from the slight deepening in Villa’s trademark scowl, he knew it also.
Iker was on his sofa looking over some papers about the formations of the team when his mobile started to ring. He picked it up immediately after seeing it was Raul.
“Iker,” he started, “I want you to do me a favor.”
“Anything Raul, you know that.” Iker was happy to hear from Raul even asking for a favor. He hadn’t been so close to his captain since the changing of the armband.
“Don’t treat him differently. He’s still a player, he’s just another lad with a number on his shirt.”
“How—?”
“Sergio told me. Apparently he took his eyes off Nando long enough to notice that you scowled at Villa throughout training.” Raul’s voice was calm, the kind of calm he used when he was captaining and you’d done something wrong.
Iker looked down, ashamed. One day of captaining and he’d already messed up.
“Don’t worry, you’ve only just begun. You will learn in time.” Raul continued when Iker did not answer. “Just…don’t treat him differently. Remember what you promised me?”
Iker nodded, forgetting that Raul couldn’t see him. “Y-yes.” How could he have forgotten?
“Tell me.” Raul’s voice was patient.
Iker cleared his throat. “Watch out for him. Because he doesn’t know himself yet.”
“Exactly. He still doesn’t Iker. Villa may act like he knows what he’s doing, but he is still scared. You still have to watch out for him, amor.”
“Okay.” Iker’s voice was small, like a reprimanded child. “I will do better next time.”
“I know you will.” Raul was confident. “Now, I have to go take care of my sons before my wife kills me. Have a good evening Iker.”
Iker said his goodbyes and then sighed. He is still scared…
But what on earth could Villa be scared of?
Characters (and Pairings): Iker Casillas, David Villa, Guti/Raul
Rating: PG-13, R maybe
Prompt: 040. Sight
Words: 590
Iker sat on Guti’s couch, staring at his hands. Guti sat holding Raul, petting his hair while Raul looked at the floor and kept shaking his head. Guti was shifting looks between glaring at Iker and a completely look of concerned love for Raul.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t want this. I didn’t know what he was going to do.” Iker started gushing out apologies again and again but Raul kept shaking his head, not hearing him.
“Stop Iker.” Raul spoke for the first time since he’d heard. “It’s been done now.”
Iker nodded and stood. “I’m still, so very sorry.”
He walked out giving one last apologetic look to Guti’s glare. He sighed once he was outside. He had responsibilities now. He had an entire squad to look after. Would it really be considered offensive to anyone if he benched all the Barça players? Yes, it probably would.
At training the next day, Iker was nervous but tried and from the looks on their faces, succeeded in keeping a calm, controlled voice throughout his speech. He was the last to leave the locker room, eyeing Villa the entire time.
On the pitch, Iker found that the sight of seeing anyone else, let alone Villa, in the number seven was just…wrong. He could not shake the feeling that it should be Raul here instead of Villa. Iker knew that the Asturian meant nothing by it, he personally hadn’t done anything, but still Iker couldn’t help but blame him just a little bit.
When training was over, Iker told everyone that they’d done a good job, everyone but Villa. He told himself it was just an oversight, but he knew better. And from the slight deepening in Villa’s trademark scowl, he knew it also.
Iker was on his sofa looking over some papers about the formations of the team when his mobile started to ring. He picked it up immediately after seeing it was Raul.
“Iker,” he started, “I want you to do me a favor.”
“Anything Raul, you know that.” Iker was happy to hear from Raul even asking for a favor. He hadn’t been so close to his captain since the changing of the armband.
“Don’t treat him differently. He’s still a player, he’s just another lad with a number on his shirt.”
“How—?”
“Sergio told me. Apparently he took his eyes off Nando long enough to notice that you scowled at Villa throughout training.” Raul’s voice was calm, the kind of calm he used when he was captaining and you’d done something wrong.
Iker looked down, ashamed. One day of captaining and he’d already messed up.
“Don’t worry, you’ve only just begun. You will learn in time.” Raul continued when Iker did not answer. “Just…don’t treat him differently. Remember what you promised me?”
Iker nodded, forgetting that Raul couldn’t see him. “Y-yes.” How could he have forgotten?
“Tell me.” Raul’s voice was patient.
Iker cleared his throat. “Watch out for him. Because he doesn’t know himself yet.”
“Exactly. He still doesn’t Iker. Villa may act like he knows what he’s doing, but he is still scared. You still have to watch out for him, amor.”
“Okay.” Iker’s voice was small, like a reprimanded child. “I will do better next time.”
“I know you will.” Raul was confident. “Now, I have to go take care of my sons before my wife kills me. Have a good evening Iker.”
Iker said his goodbyes and then sighed. He is still scared…
But what on earth could Villa be scared of?