Title: Was Sie Nicht Sagen!
Chapter Title: Sea Monsters
Author: 20flavoursofyum
Fandom: Gravitation
Genre: General Nonsense
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation nor do I profit from this piece.
Summary: Yuki's wary gaze was stuck on the thick, slimy, sand-coloured tubular things, though Shu had promised that the mass was nothing more than buckwheat noodles. Liar.
Word Count: 705
"Shu," The flowery nickname of his dining partner rolled off the tongue and slipped into the air before it could be recalled, it seemed that the speaker hadn't meant to say the name yet it had materialised before the two men seeking assurance and assistance from the one called 'Shu.' The speaker, Yuki as he was called by most, furrowed his dark brow with faint surprise that he had verbalised his internal thoughts of needing the young man, though he quickly lost interest in his moment of weakness for his eyes were almost glued to his current predicament.
Yuki's wary gaze was stuck on thick, slimy, sand-coloured tubular things, though Shu had promised that the mass was nothing more than buckwheat noodles. However, buckwheat noodles weren't suppose to slither to and fro in his bowl, Yuki feared that if he looked away for more than a second they would magically transform into poisonous sea snakes and attempt an attack if he dared try to feast upon their soon to be lifeless corpses.
Ritzy-looking chopsticks held in Shuichi's slender fingers, paused mid-motion then came to rest beside his own bowl of monsters, which had been tamed earlier with a dash of wasabi and extra helping of broth. Shuichi glanced over at Yuki with wide, curious eyes, his meal temporarily forgotten in his haste to fulfill his darling's desires. He tilted his head to the side like a little puppy, his soft pink hair shifting with the movement, and ears perked, ready to process what ever information sped his way via Yuki's delectable mouth.
Yuki opened his mouth, conveying the need to speak once more, his pale pink lips turned up on one side in distaste, while amber-coloured eyes narrowed, twitching awkwardly refusing to blink lest they lose sight of the writhing monsters confined to the sea of steaming beef-flavoured broth. The table stretched out between the two diners, a silence settling the unsteady atmosphere, as Shuichi waited for Yuki to speak, to say something that would communicate his need. Yuki, per usual, sat at the head of the western-style dinning table with Shuichi at his right side, the symbolism would have made Yuki smile had he been paying it any mind. Though, he was lost in his own thoughts for the moment and Shuichi took the time to watch, to study his beloved, drinking up every quirk he could find.
The general public didn't need to know the secret details Yuki held under wraps and Shuichi wasn't about to share the way Yuki did things, especially not the adorable behaviours on display tonight. The careless way Yuki held a piece of pickled ginger in his chopsticks, unaware of how it dripped its sweet, tangy juices from rosy petals on to the wooden table. Nor the lock of naturally brunette hair that was held back with one of Shuichi's plain metal hair clips. Generally, Yuki liked to bleach his hair blond and tell everyone it was natural, but no the man was a brunette who thought blonds had more fun. Aww, everything about Yuki, even his propensity to make a mess at the dining table and get lost in thought, was wonderful!
The proverbial clock ticked loudly in the distance, pervading the noiseless room and Shuichi could feel his heart beat ba-bump-ing to each tick-tock, still he waited patiently. Yuki would speak soon enough, he knew that deep in his soul, but he had to be careful not rush the man by behaving as if he were impatient. Shuichi had learned, fairly recently too, that Yuki was very susceptible to pressure and would retaliate from such demands by refusing to do what was asked/required/wanted of him. Childish, yes, but it was still Yuki and Shuichi could still get what he wanted, and more, if he was patient.
So he waited.
Soon Shuichi's wait was over as a voice oozed chocolaty words into existence, asking for the most basic of weapons. A tool unlike any other, a tool that would conquer the sea monsters as Hercules did with his sword, to drown the vile creatures in their own broth-y grave. Each word, perfectly pronounced, perfectly disguised as boredom, asked, "Could you please pass the soy sauce?"
Ende: These works are practise for me to become a decent writer, hence the silly title. The focus of this particular piece is detail, flow, and tenses. If I have failed in this endeavour please inform me and I will try again. Please review if you are able to, flamers are welcome.
Vielen Dank fürs Lesen!