This is something I RP with a friend. It's still on going so a bunch more will happen here. :)

My partner and friend: Sapphire-Ruby and Sapphire-Amethyst (Just one person. LOL) Credits to her for helping me out here.

Indecency

Prologue: Sanzo's

A young man, blond and well-dressed, had entered his shop one dry afternoon, aloof and seemingly distant from everything else. Blue, sapphire-like, eyes were surprisingly inexpressive and lifeless—like they had been tortured of tears and hurt and cruel memories. And when he moved about on the wooden floor, he seemed heavier despite the slender build, too burdened for someone his age. Sixteen? Seventeen? If that was the case, back then for him, he knew they could have been the same.

This kid approached the counter while he read his newspaper from behind it. Sanzo looked up and saw nostalgia spark right in front of him. He didn't look pleased but he didn't look too displeased to dissatisfy that customer; but, there was something about the air that morning and that boy's presence that stood stale despite the better mood he had before he came in his flower shop.

"I am here to help out a friend." He said while he looked around, glancing at glassed flowers, blooming and non blooming alike. He pointed his attention back to him and sighed. "A bouquet. Something that he can give to his girlfriend. What do you recommend?"

The formality wasn't too different, either. He used to talk like that, act like that, look like that, and he never liked it. Sanzo stood up and answered him, "Roses will do fine."

This blond—still nameless—slid his fingertip on the counter and quietly added, "Add some hibiscus, baby's breath and carnations." He paused. "Will that look alright?"

Sanzo gave him a brief look and nodded. "It would. Just give me a moment."

For a man, Sanzo had to be as elegant as those colorful lives he had encased in those glasses. But unlike them, Sanzo lacked the primary colors to actually give his life some meaning. He was lonely. Just like some people, maybe like the kid that gave his memories a shot in the present, he also had patches of white and greys to call his own, skeletons to hide in his closet. And it's been too long, he had wanted to get rid of them just to ease himself from waking up and regretting ever walking back and forth to a life he disliked too much.

"Take a seat. This can take a while. Or maybe you should buy yourself something to drink."

The kid sat down at one of the high stools he had out for customers to rest on. "I will wait here. But can you please hurry this up?"

That was a confirmatory salute. The kid had that air of arrogance surrounding him and the kind of posture and language inherited from pure gold and wealth. Sanzo had to keep himself composed despite the irritation he was starting to mould inside. Work. He was working and he was serving a soon-to-be paying customer. But he hated his kind, the rich and famous, the group of people he used to mingle with before. All the more, this quiet figure kept glancing at him while he prepared the bouquet requested. It was unirking in a pertrubing sense, "What is it?"

The latter's face had changed from that emotionally neutral look to that of an irritated one, although in the middle of the transition, had Sanzo been the least bit less sharp, he would not have noticed the very brief pause of surprise, impossibly perceptible except for expert eyes, before it was completely gone."I am waiting." His tone was impatient, urging the florist to hurry with the order.

"Obviously."

"Then do not ask what is obvious."

"I wouldn't ask if you weren't staring at my face."

"There is something wrong with staring?"

"Girls who are attracted to me usually do that."

"I am a boy."

"Yeah. That's why it's weird if you're staring at me."

"..."

Sanzo went back to snipping the left over thorns. "A card. Would you like to put one here?"

He nodded and answered, "Yes. A blank one, please." and even if the customer had this permanent poker face plastered on, Sanzo could sense such strong tension emitting from that slender figure, and just because of a simple question such as whether he should include a card or not. But he had decided to ignore it, he was that kind of man.

Sanzo raised the bouquet when he had finished, looking at it as if he was satisfied enough with his work. From that, he smiled, and was obviously capable of human emotions.

When he faced the boy, the latter was staring at him like he had just seen someone dead come back to life. It was subtle but along with it was a yearning, for that same dead person. But, what was the most surprising, was that this customer of his, having already established that he was not someone easy to read, had failed to hide this set of emotions from a stranger. Like what Sanzo had seen from the boy was meant for him. It couldn't have been a flaw. Maybe something else.

"Here. Girls always like flowers."

The obviously shaken teenager slightly jumped in his seat as he seemed to realize that Sanzo was looking straight at him. He blinked a few times, again let a fleeting surprised expression, before again adopting that same distant expression he already had from the moment he entered the shop. Sanzo pulled himself away to avoid everything else, more emotions to linger on from that well-protected kid. He sighed and laid the bouquet on his counter where it's safe to grab it. Sanzo sat down and raised his newspaper, at his face's level. He had to admit, his new customer wasn't the only one who had emotions running like sparks of defeated purposes.

"How much is it?" his voice was as neutral and heavy as always, like nothing at all happened. He was looking into his wallet.

Sanzo slid the receipt towards him. And when the boy had paid and stepped out only to leave half way, he couldn't help but watch him through that glass window—watch him look at his wallet as if something precious was kept inside it.

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