Title: A
Chinese Wedding
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s:
lightly, vaguelyPapa DxVesca
Word Count:
336
Warning/s: Vague-ish spoilers for the last volume of
the manga? Maybe? I don't remember details myself, much.
Summary:
Vesca Howell sees red.
Dedication: cheloya- haha you
steal my very first actual PoSH drab. O.o
A/N: The request
was "Décor."
The first thing he was aware of when he woke up was the smell. That damned familiar—
"Ah, so you're awake, then… wonderful! Please sit up and let me know what you think about these curtains."
The second thing was that voice. That damned familiar—
"Really, lying there scowling won't get you anywhere, Vesca. The least you can do while you've been physically interned by your own human frailties is peel those lovely eyes of yours open and help me choose a color."
His head hurt. He remembered things collapsing—a lot. And that voice… thatvoice…
He peeled his eyes open. "The fuck?"
A face loomed above his, and it was the one from every single one of his worst nightmares.
D smiled back at him.
"Come now," the smirking Chinese man urged, and dangled a richly embroidered swatch of red fabric in front of his face. "I generally don't hold any sort of value towards your opinions, but I've decided to be gracious since you'll be living here from now on too. Now do you prefer the red or the gold?"
Vesca blinked. "There was… a building. Plants," he croaked. "My leg…"
"Is still very much broken," D finished with an impatient little sniff, clearly quite bored with the recounting of events long gone and already half fed up with his housemate's oafishness with regards to his generous offer. "Now. Red or gold?"
"Red?" the American responded, in a blankly automatic fashion. His leg was pretty numb.
D's smile turned sinfully flirtatious at the answer. "Really, how very charming of you, Agent Howell." And then he ducked out of said agent's (admittedly limited) line of sight, though Vesca could still hear him bustling cheerfully around the periphery of the room.
The FBI agent licked his lips and stared up at the dark ceiling for a very long time. He ran a shaky hand through his hair.
And then, "Is this hell?"
A highly amused trill of mocking laughter answered him. "Oh Vesca, how dramatic!"
END