Fic: One Track Conversation
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rodoTitle: One Track Conversation
Fandom: Bullet Train (2022)
Author:rodo
Length: 519 words
Rating: 12+
Characters: Lemon & Tangerine
Disclaimer:
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Summary: Tangerine loved Lemon – a lot – but sometimes having him around could grate on him. It was the little ways that were the worst.
The door fell open, revealing a hotel room that was all sleek surfaces and gleaming metal. Only the extra-plush carpet didn’t fit – like it had sneaked in to disrupt the budget cyberpunk aesthetic projected by the blinking lights of Tokyo at night. The city was swanky, to Tangerine’s eye. He’d love to take a gander at the posh bars and fancy fusion cuisine it had to offer once they were done with the job and back from Kyoto.
“You packed the extra Glock?” he asked his brother, who had proceeded to park himself in front of the television, flipping through channels filled with overenthusiastic cartoon characters and Japanese game show contestants.
“Yeah, sure…” Lemon answered, mind elsewhere. “Oh look!” he said, suddenly animated and pointing at the screen. Sure enough, a familiar cartoon train was whooshing past a platform while the Japanese narrator told a story that Lemon must know by heart by now. “They’ve got Thomas here too!”
“Yeah mate, I can see that.” One of these days, Tangerine was going to be so sick of Thomas, he’d put a bullet in his brother, he was sure of it. Thirty fucking years of this. Every now and then, Lemon didn’t talk about Thomas, but then it all bubbled to the surface again, and they were back in their grubby living room when they were little, arguing about toy trains, metaphorically speaking. “You know what, I bet they’ve got something decent on that you haven’t watched two hundred times. This is Japan! You can watch Thomas at home any time. Why not try something new for once?”
Lemon wrinkled his nose. He’d done the same when Tangerine had half-jokingly suggested Peppa Pig, and even way back when Tangerine had got into Bob the Builder back when it first came out – the far superior children’s show, in his opinion, by virtue of not being about trains. Winding up Lemon had been half the fun. Most of it, if he was being honest.
“Yeah, but are there any about trains that still manage to teach you about people, though?”
“Beats me,” Tangerine had to admit. “But there’s got to be something on to catch your interest. Let me see.”
He went for the remote. Lemon wouldn’t have it and dangled it just out of reach while bracing himself against his brother. For one long moment, they stared at each other.
“I’m good with Thomas,” Lemon said, and that was that. Tangerine threw up his hands. There was nothing that could change that bull-headed idiot’s mind.
“Suit yourself. I’m going over the briefing again. You should do that too sometime.”
All Lemon did was shrug non-committally. “Go in, get the guy and the briefcase, go out. Nothing much to it.”
“And then get on the train to fucking Kyoto and deliver both.”
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to that bit. I heard the Shinkansen is the Rolls-Royce of trains.”
“I bet,” Tangerine grumbled. No matter what he did, it seemed every conversation he would have with his brother in the foreseeable future would get derailed by the topic of trains at some point…
Fin
Fandom: Bullet Train (2022)
Author:
rodoLength: 519 words
Rating: 12+
Characters: Lemon & Tangerine
Disclaimer:
A/N: written for
otaku_girl_ao3 during 2025’s fandomgiftbasketSummary: Tangerine loved Lemon – a lot – but sometimes having him around could grate on him. It was the little ways that were the worst.
The door fell open, revealing a hotel room that was all sleek surfaces and gleaming metal. Only the extra-plush carpet didn’t fit – like it had sneaked in to disrupt the budget cyberpunk aesthetic projected by the blinking lights of Tokyo at night. The city was swanky, to Tangerine’s eye. He’d love to take a gander at the posh bars and fancy fusion cuisine it had to offer once they were done with the job and back from Kyoto.
“You packed the extra Glock?” he asked his brother, who had proceeded to park himself in front of the television, flipping through channels filled with overenthusiastic cartoon characters and Japanese game show contestants.
“Yeah, sure…” Lemon answered, mind elsewhere. “Oh look!” he said, suddenly animated and pointing at the screen. Sure enough, a familiar cartoon train was whooshing past a platform while the Japanese narrator told a story that Lemon must know by heart by now. “They’ve got Thomas here too!”
“Yeah mate, I can see that.” One of these days, Tangerine was going to be so sick of Thomas, he’d put a bullet in his brother, he was sure of it. Thirty fucking years of this. Every now and then, Lemon didn’t talk about Thomas, but then it all bubbled to the surface again, and they were back in their grubby living room when they were little, arguing about toy trains, metaphorically speaking. “You know what, I bet they’ve got something decent on that you haven’t watched two hundred times. This is Japan! You can watch Thomas at home any time. Why not try something new for once?”
Lemon wrinkled his nose. He’d done the same when Tangerine had half-jokingly suggested Peppa Pig, and even way back when Tangerine had got into Bob the Builder back when it first came out – the far superior children’s show, in his opinion, by virtue of not being about trains. Winding up Lemon had been half the fun. Most of it, if he was being honest.
“Yeah, but are there any about trains that still manage to teach you about people, though?”
“Beats me,” Tangerine had to admit. “But there’s got to be something on to catch your interest. Let me see.”
He went for the remote. Lemon wouldn’t have it and dangled it just out of reach while bracing himself against his brother. For one long moment, they stared at each other.
“I’m good with Thomas,” Lemon said, and that was that. Tangerine threw up his hands. There was nothing that could change that bull-headed idiot’s mind.
“Suit yourself. I’m going over the briefing again. You should do that too sometime.”
All Lemon did was shrug non-committally. “Go in, get the guy and the briefcase, go out. Nothing much to it.”
“And then get on the train to fucking Kyoto and deliver both.”
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to that bit. I heard the Shinkansen is the Rolls-Royce of trains.”
“I bet,” Tangerine grumbled. No matter what he did, it seemed every conversation he would have with his brother in the foreseeable future would get derailed by the topic of trains at some point…
