Title: Perfect World
Author: Chash
Fandom: Campus Cop Duklyon
Type: shonen ai
Pairing: Takeshi/Kentaro
Rating: G
Summary: Takeshi does not live in a perfect world.
Disclaimer: So not mine. All is Clamp's.
Notes: Written for the "virgin" challenge, also my first post to this
community. Just got this comic today,
but had read about it before, nonetheless, I'm not that familiar with it, so
apologies for any glaring errors.
Takeshi would never be the perfect husband.
Takeshi wasn't even sure what being the perfect husband would entail, but he could see it written plainly on one of the general's fans: "perfect husband—not Takeshi!" and Kentaro would just laugh, because that was what Kentaro did. He laughed and made jokes and was nothing like Takeshi at all.
Kentaro wanted to be the perfect wife, but that was a silly way to think of it, as Takeshi saw it. Why would Kentaro want to be anyone's wife? Kentaro wasn't like those meek, polite women who all the men wanted to call their own. Kentaro was loud and rude, and even if he could cook and clean, that wasn't all a perfect wife needed. There was a thing called manners. Takeshi had manners. Takeshi was nothing like Kentaro at all.
Takeshi liked to say that the two of them were not friends, because, as he saw it, they weren't, not in the traditional sense. A traditional best friend did not 1. make lunch for his best friend, 2. call his best friend "darling" in loud terms as he exited his expense car, 3. not dream of being his best friend's wife, and 4… Well, Takeshi actually couldn't think of a four, but he was sure it existed. There had to be another reason he and Kentaro were not best friends. Well, there was the Takepon thing. A real best friend would not call him Takepon. It was humiliating.
It wasn't that Takeshi didn't like Kentaro, exactly, it was that Kentaro was too everything. He did everything too much. He was nothing like Takeshi's perfect wife. Takeshi's perfect wife would be like himself, quiet, reserved, proper. "Stick up the ass" was a less kind term for it, but one of which Kentaro would have been fond. Proper wives were loving, caring, calm, composed, respectful, and if they did happen to call their husbands "darling," it was inside the house, in soft, quiet terms, not where everyone in school could here.
Kentaro would never be the perfect wife.
But then, Takeshi already acknowledged he would never be the perfect husband. And sometimes he thought that maybe he didn't need the perfect wife. He saw floods of pretty girls following those kids who ran the elementary school, and he didn't envy them the girls at all. And then Kentaro would run up and throw bento at him or something, and he didn't even notice the girls.
He had a feeling the perfect husband would be like Nokoru-sama, and notice every single one, and remember their names and handwriting and all those other amazing things the girls said he could do. Nokoru-sama would make a perfect husband.
Takeshi wouldn't make a perfect anything. And Kentaro… Kentaro didn't make any sense to Takeshi, or Takeshi wouldn't let Kentaro make any sense to him, or something. It didn't bear thinking about. They weren't even friends.
But Takeshi thought about it anyway.
