Ok, so, there has been a long time since I last posted a fic here. You know, these days I was feeling a bit nostalgic and decided to read a few stories about the first couple I ever wrote: Milo and Camus, they were always my favourites characters in the anime and for my luck they fit perfectly together… it is no surprise that they were the first yaoi couple I wrote about, even though this is the first time I publish a fic about them. Maybe some day I'll put here some old stories about them, but this one is fresh and I am enjoying it.
Truth is that just there aren't enough fics about them.
For the ones who have never read one of my stories I'd like to apologise for my grammar errors, English is not my first language although is my favourite.
Please, enjoy.
NEWTON AND HIS APPLE
Chapter 1 – The apple falls
He sighed with impatience one more time, as he tried to walk without touching other people. He hated to shop for food on a Sunday morning. His mother was certainly going to pay for that. Only because he was a good cook and soon-to-be a famous chef of a great restaurant didn't mean he had to spend his vacations from college cooking only because his little brother Hyoga was turning 16 that day. It wasn't as if the boy was interested in anything else than making out with his green haired boyfriend anyway.
"Camus, you know how Hyoga thinks you're the best, you're his idol, you have to be gentle to him!" his mother had said after announcing that he would be making an exotic dinner that night, for Hyoga's birthday party.
"Don't make this face, sweetheart. You can invite a friend too, if you'd like. I know they all love your food!" she had said with a happy smile, to then leave him at the breakfast table, rolling his eyes. None of his friends would be able to go. Saga went with his brother to some resort at some tropical island. Shaka had gone in some kind of spiritual retreat in India. And there was Mu, but he was probably too busy taking care of his little brother Kiki, since their parents were travelling. Well, maybe the kid would enjoy getting out of the house and his friend could take a rest…
Either way, there was just no arguing with his mother. He would have to cook for a bunch of annoying teenagers and endure a few hours of watching their silly games and dodge the advances of one Hyoga's friends, a girl with long purple hair who looked at him as if he was some sort of brave knight in shinning armour.
So, there he was, in plain busy Greek street market searching for ingredients for an exotic dinner. The problem with making something traditional from their homeland France, he couldn't imagine.
He had already bought almost everything he needed; now all he had to do was to decide what to make for dessert. And it was not easy to think carefully in the noisy Greek market, full of people coming and going, selling and buying and—
And tackling people to the ground, he realized annoyed, as suddenly something hard met his right arm, taking him to the ground along with his bags and a lot of other things. It took all of his self control to not yell at the immensely stupid human being responsible for that. If any of the items in the bag was even slightly ruined, something bad would happen! Already preparing his famous and effective ice glare – specially known in the gastronomy school for having almost frozen a teacher who had dared to criticize his pie – Camus opened his eyes to see the cause of his fall. He was immediately startled and soon the glare was deactivated.
"Apples?" Camus murmured as he found himself surrounded by a sea of dozens and more dozens of apples. Big, red, luxurious apples. He had been thinking about using them on the dessert. 'But I could have found them.' He thought, as his sides were beginning to complain from the fall.
"Oh, my..! I'm so so sorry, sir! I was not looking to where I was going, I… I'm really sorry. Are you OK?"
When he looked up, he was startled again. There, staring worriedly at him from across the sea of apples was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Long curly blue – maybe a bit purple-ish – hair, tanned skin and the ocean in the eyes; a guilty expression was plastered through that gorgeous face, and following down his neck there was a divine body, merely hidden by a white t-shirt and jeans.
"Sir? Are you hurt?" The pretty creature came closer, now kneeling by his side and slightly touching his arm with the point of calloused fingers.
The contact sent shivers through Camus body, and just when he found his voice again and was about to answer, they were interrupted.
"Milo! What did you do?" yelled some lady of tanned skin, approaching them.
"It wasn't on purpose! I was a bit distracted and… I'm sorry!" the guy pleaded once again, and looked from the old woman to him with a worried frown.
Milo? His name was Milo?
Camus sat there, staring at the so called Milo and then staring to the red fruits around them.
"You're name is Milo?" he inquired, ignoring the worried questions and excuses of the woman by their side.
"Yes…" the other answered slowly, not understanding the smirk being formed on the guy's face.
"And you sell apples in the market?"
Then Milo laughed, understanding the line of thought. The shouting lady left them, waving her head.
"Yes. Long story." He answered, and offered his hand so Camus could stand "And what is your name?"
"Camus."
"You're not from here, I take it." Milo said, leaning to pick up Camus forgotten bags of recently bought food "And considering these things you bought, I bet you are going to cook some fancy dinner tonight."
Still lost into the sea of his eyes, Camus took his time to answer as he slowly reached for his bags.
"Yes, that's a long story too."
"Not a happy one, judging from your face." Milo laughed.
"Well, it might be that it has a good ending." Camus smiled, wondering when he had become that flirtatious or if his picked interest was too obvious.
"Good for you." The market boy beamed him a happy grin before turning around and beginning the task of recollecting the apples from the ground.
Before he realized what he was doing, Camus left his bags by the box where Milo was putting the apples back and started to help him.
"Oh no, please don't! There is no need for you to help me, it was my fault." Milo said, and then he looked at his back and pointed to the angry lady talking with other woman on the stand by the corner. "And my mother will whack me with a spoon if she thinks I asked for your help."
The pout on his face was so absolutely cute, that Camus had to chuckle. He smirked at the Greek Apple Beauty in front of him.
"Why? I am just choosing the ones I like best. I have in mind to bake an apple pie for my brother's birthday tonight."
He was not sure why he made a point of telling it was no romantic dinner he was cooking, but the thought soon left his mind when Milo flashed him other grin and offered him the apple in one of his hands.
"Here, a free sample. These are the best in the city!"
Later on that night, Mu was helping him to set the table. The Tibetan was his oldest friend, and even though he was a disaster at the kitchen, he used to do reasonably well when following Camus' orders.
"… and then he spent his night by the river. Can't really see the point of it, but he seems to be enjoying. Each one with his own meditation, right?" Mu was in babble mode. "I mean, I just sit and close my eyes, Shaka needs his mantras, Saga has his money and you cook. Or ignore your friends while they are talking."
Camus smirked to show that he had listened.
"What's on your mind, anyway? You've been whistling the whole night. I haven't seen you whistle during cooking ever since… hell, ever since Shaka and I announced that we were dating."
He smiled to the memory.
"Well, that really was a special occasion. You two were desperate for each other."
"Oh, and what were you so desperate about that you finally found?"
Unable to avoid a blush when the market's boy came to his mind as if answering Mu's question, Camus turned his back and pretended to check the oven's temperature.
"Can't I just be in a good mood?"
"You? Hell, no! You don't have good moods, you have occasional passing non-scowling faces."
"You make me sound like a person who people don't enjoy having around." He joked.
"Well, I suppose your food compensates." Mu joked back and put a finger on the cream for the pie "This is amazing!"
Camus smiled arrogantly. Usually his food made people forget what they were bugging him about. But you can always count on Mu to stick to an uncomfortable subject.
"This is really delicious, Cam! Are you in love or anything?"
I hope to post next chapter tomorrow or something like that. If everything goes along with the plan, this story won't take too long to be finished.
Thank you for reading.
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