Disclaimer: Fushigi Yuugi does not belong to me
Warnings: Yaoi, fluff.
I wrote this on hour six of my trip back from Ohio.
Trip
Chichiri
drove. It wasn't that he didn't trust
Tasuki behind the wheel…he just, you know…didn't. He still had mental scars from the night they had spent traveling
to the city…the sight of orange cones filled him with dread. Even after two years.
So, now he
drove.
"Dammit,
Chichiri, can't you go a little faster?" Tasuki whined. He sounded like a little boy.
"The
speed limit's 65 no da," Chichiri explained for the seventh time in the
last twelve minutes. He'd been
counting. Maybe their next road trip he
should bring a gag…
"Look,
that old woman's passing us!"
Chichiri's
grip on the steering wheel tightened.
"Are
you listening to me, Chichiri? Maybe I
should drive now?"
Chichiri
took his eyes off the road for an instant so that he could give Tasuki a
warning look, "NO."
Tasuki
growled and muttered under his breath for a few minutes. A few short, precious, near silent
minutes.
Now
Chichiri could remember why he'd always preferred traveling alone.
Tasuki
tried a new tactic, "You know I love you Chichiri."
He didn't
bother looking over, "…that's nice no da."
For a
moment, there was silence. Then:
"…don't you love me?" Oh,
Suzaku…he was whining again.
The muscles
in Chichiri's right leg stiffened with repressed anger, and his knee was
burning. He didn't respond to the
question. He did love Tasuki, but there
was nothing he would love more at the moment than to chi blast him out the
sunroof.
"Umm…are
you okay? You're symbol's
glowing."
Wait for
it…wait for it…
"Maybe
I should drive!"
"DAAAAAAA!!" Chichiri slammed his foot on the brake.
Tasuki's
sunglasses flew off his face, "What the hell?! You can't stop here!"
With the
last of his patience, Chichiri pulled over onto the shoulder. For a minute, the two men just looked at
each other.
Tasuki
instinctively sensed danger. Was that a
battle aura surrounding Chichiri…?
Cars sped
past while Chichiri counted to ten…one hundred…ten thousand…
When it
looked like his murder was no longer imminent, Tasuki asked, "What did I
do?"
Chichiri
had the urge to slam his head into the wheel…or, better yet…
Tasuki
blanched and unlocked the car door behind him.
He hadn't said the right thing, had he?
Finally,
Chichiri responded, slowly, "Ok…you really want to know no da? You tried to grab the wheel sixteen
times. You complained about my driving
two hundred and fifty-seven times. You
asked if you could drive instead one thousand, six hundred and five times…not
counting the times during the rest stops…"
Tasuki
opened his mouth to respond, but reconsidered what he'd been planning on
saying.
"You
insisted on playing the same damn CD for the last six hours…"
"We
could listen to your music!" Tasuki suggested.
Chichiri
ignored him, "…and every ten minutes, on the minute, you shove your tongue
in my ear."
Tasuki was
shocked, "You mind that?"
"…well…"
Chichiri considered, "not so much as the other things no da…but it is
distracting when I'm driving no da!"
The
red-haired man grinned, baring his fangs, "Well…we're not driving NOW, are
we?."
"Tas-!"
Twenty
minutes later, Chichiri came up gasping, "We're at the side of the road no
da!"
"So?"
Tasuki didn't bother looking up. What
he was doing was much more interesting.
Chichiri
looked out the window, "Cars are slowing down as they pass by no da."
Tasuki
laughed, "But you were complaining about my talking, right? Maybe I just need my mouth full…no da."
"Tas---!!!"
"You're
late," Tamahome said.
Miaka
smiled at them tiredly, "About seven hours late. We were worried; did you have car trouble?"
Chichiri
smiled peaceably.
Tasuki
nodded, "Kind've."
"I'm a
little tired no da…it was a long drive."
Miaka
blinked, "But…where's your car?"
Tasuki
coughed, trying very hard not to laugh.
"Umm…we'll
explain in the morning no da…"
Tasuki
burst out laughing and Miaka led them to their room.
THE END
