Author's Note: Written out of boredom. I was waiting for class to start and this hit me like an empty can of beans. Not beta-ed. Grammar fails and typos may be present since I did type this at 3AM with only the laptop's light to guide my poor eyes.
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"What is it Razette?" Castor bend down towards the edge of the water and petted Razette on the head, to which she responded by grabbing his hand and holding it close to her heart.
"What do you mean?" He asked, confused at what she meant by that. Razette pointed towards Bishop Labrador as he was walking across the outside corridors, probably on his way to his garden. "...and?" Castor looked back at her with a question mark on his face. Razette closed her eyes and sighed, before diving back to the water and splashing a bit of water on Castor's robe. He knew exactly what she meant.
What Razette meant was Labrador, and how he had been avoiding Castor for more than a week now. Nobody knows the reason, nobody dared to ask. And of course, Castor is put off by it. With Frau busy with Teito (with training and things that shouldn't be spoken of), Labrador is Castor's daily companion.
Castor sighed, not knowing what to do. It's not like he can just easily go up to Labrador and demand a reason for his off-putting actions. Or can he? They've known each other for a long time now, so why can't he? Gathering his confidence and preparing what he'd say to him, he headed towards Labrador's direction.
As expected, he found him among his beloved flowers, gently caressing them with his fingers and they sprung to life almost immediately. Castor stared at the sight, so calm and beautiful. That's what Labrador is: Beautiful.
"Labrador-shukyou..." Castor spoke up, and apparently interrupting something important since Labrador stared back at him with cold eyes. "What do you want?" he asked, completely turning his back away on Castor. As for the other, he doesn't like showing his anger but to something as unreasonable as this he can't help it." With incredible speed, he grabbed Labrador's hands, gripped them tightly on the wrist and raised his arms above his head.
"What is this, Castor? Let me go!" Labrador protested, but not looking at Castor. "Not unless you tell me what is wrong." Castor smirked. He can make out a slight tinge of pink on the other's cheek. "Nothing is wrong, so go away!" Labrador shouted at him, something that he doesn't ever do.
"That's what's wrong. Why are you pushing me away?" Castor asked, and somehow to him that sounded like what lovers would ask each other in a fight. Labrador must have realized the same thing, as he blushed even harder. With their current position, he's very vulnerable. In this position, Castor can easily -- no, Labrador shook all those thoughts out.
Castor looked at him, all tensed up and looking away from him. His eyes closed, and blushing a little bit...he looked really beautiful just now. Before logical reasoning reached his brain, Castor's lips had touched Labrador's already. Labrador tried to frisk his hands from Castor's tight grip, but the latter just kissed him back hard. He can actually feel his knees go weak as Castor's tongue explored the caverns in his mouth with his hot tongue, sometimes feeling his own tongue with his in a dance.
His knees failed him, and he could have fallen to the ground if Castor was not there to give him support. Labrador pushed him away, and covered his mouth in shame. "What was that? You bastard!" Labrador shouted, which caught Castor off guard. He had never heard Labrador speak in such colorful language before, unlike their other colleague who might be going at it with a minor right now.
Castor grinned, amused by the flushed reaction that Labrador showed. This was going to be fun.