Title: The Florist
By: harunohana01
Category:
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Author's Note:
First Satoshi/Daisuke fic. A 100-word drabble series, surrounding a semi-formed plot! I haven't finished this—wrote only a few—but I like the direction it's going.
Warnings: (major) AU, BL, OOC? (I try to keep the characters IC)
Disclaimer: I do not own D.N. Angel.
#1 – Wisteria
(Welcome)
When the first customer of the day comes into his shop, Daisuke immediately thinks that there's something different. He doesn't know if it's in the ramrod posture, the severe lines of his clothing, his lack of facial expression, or if it's in his eyes…
No, he decides, it's definitely in the eyes. The impassive ice-blues set on a slim, narrow face, partially hid behind wire-rimmed glasses. They give nothing away, even as they peruse over the many kinds of flowers the shop offers to many customers.
"Welcome! How can I help you?" he greets with a cheerful smile, straightening his crouched figure—his potted daisies needs extra attention that morning—and wiping his hands on his green apron. Those eyes sharpen on him, and Daisuke has to stop himself from drawing in his breath sharply at the feeling of those eyes staring right through him.
When the blue-eyed (and blue-haired, his mind suddenly reminds him) man doesn't say anything, but only stares at him, Daisuke smiles at him uncertainly. "Um…?"
Those blue eyes blink, temporarily breaking the spell, and the man says, "I'm here for some flowers."