This story takes place after the end of the Manga, and with the idea that Ikaros and Tomoki are a couple. I loved this series to pieces and sincerely hope that they update it with a third season. Anyway, I suppose I'll write these off as little comedy-romance one-shots for now. No real connection, and I might add more characters as the chapters roll out.
Tomoki woke up to sunshine pouring into his bedroom. He sat up for a brief moment and stretched his arms, feeling his joints pop and his bones crack a little as he shook off the stiffness of sleep. To his right was Ikaros laying peacefully next to him. Her eyes were closed, even though he knew full well she was incapable of sleeping. Oh well, the sentiment was nice.
He wiped his eyes and took a deep breath. He laid back down and turned to face his angeloid girlfriend, and smiled. "Good morning, Ikaros." He planted a small peck on her cheek.
Ikaros' eyes shot open immediately, and Tomoki jumped up from where he lay. He still couldn't get used to that. "Good morning, master." She felt a blush from where he kissed her, and tilted her head back down towards the pillow.
"Hey, don't you remember what today is?"
"Yes, master. Today is May 14, Sunday, the 134 day of the year."
Normally it was Ikaros who held the best deadpan expression, but now it was Tomoki's turn. "No, you idiot. Today is our 6-month anniversary!"
Ikaros sat up to look Tomoki in the eye. She cocked her head to the side inquisitively, "Master, what is an anniversary?" Her confused tone echoed throughout the silence of the room.
Tomoki scratched the back of his head. "Well, basically, it's when two people celebrate how long they've been together. It's most common with married couples, but boyfriends and girlfriends can do it too."
Ikaros felt her reactor pump hard for a split second. "Master, are we getting married?"
A karate chop hand came down like a bat out of hell and whacked her on the head as a small bump appeared on her head. Tomoki shouted, "No you dingbat! We're just dating! Marriage doesn't happen for a super-duper long time!"
Ikaros put her hand to the protruding bump on her head and looked to the ground. "I'm sorry, master."
Tomoki looked at her while she stared at the ground and felt himself smile as he spoke in a soft tone, "Hey, look. It's okay. We're just not there yet, okay? We have a long way to go just doing what we're doing now before we get to anything really serious. Let's just try to enjoy our time together now in the present, okay?"
Ikaros looked up from the floor and kissed Tomoki on the cheek. "Alright, master."
Tomoki blushed as red as a tomato and felt heat flush into his cheeks. "Oh, speaking of, I have something I've been meaning to tell you. You really should start calling me by my first name now, especially since we're dating. I mean, if anyone in public saw us holding hands and you called me 'master' all the time, it might make things look a little weird, okay? That's just not how couples interact."
He crossed his arms and puffed out his chest as he thought about what he just said to Ikaros. You did good, Tomo. She still has a lot to learn, but she'll get there. I mean, she's already learned a lot so far, a couple months ago she didn't even know how to knock on a bathroom door properly Now, she's really getting the hang of things. Now, if I could just get her to-
Before he could finish his thoughts, Ikaros picked up one of Tomoki's smut magazines, a BDSM magazine specifically. It was titled, "My Sexy Master: The Guide to Kinkiness". There was a picture of a woman in lingerie on the cover, getting whipped while she was tied up by a man dressed in leather clothes with various holes in them. She held it in front of Tomoki. "Mast…uh…Tomoki, what about this? Do I call you 'master' then?"
Tomoki let out one of his famous girlish shrieks and grabbed the magazine, and rolled it up into a cylindrical shape. He then proceeded to whack Ikaros on the head repeatedly, "I TOLD YOU, WE'RE NOT THERE YET!"
It was in the late morning hours now, and Tomoki was watching TV as Ikaros brought his daily cup of green tea to him. "Here you go, mas…Tomoki." She placed it in front of him, and he thanked her. He took the cup and had a sip. Delicious as usual. He then looked at Ikaros. She sat across from him and stared at the tv with her teal eyes. He saw how her pink flowing hair dangled to the floor, and draped around her legs. Her apron was wrapped loosely around her, and her denim skirt barely reached the middle of her thighs. Her skin was pale, but not a blemish was found anywhere. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he was fairly certain she was wearing a perfume as well, because something that smelled of vanilla tickled his nostrils as she brushed a strand of pink hair from her face. It was then that she caught her boyfriend staring at her from the corner of her eye. "Tomoki, is everything okay?"
He shook his head to get out of his head, and smiled as she took notice. "No, not at all. In fact, everything is perfect." They sat in silence for a few more minutes and watched tv together. After a short while, Tomoki spoke up again. "Hey, I have an idea. Since it's our six-month anniversary today, I was just doing some thinking. You always take care of me, you do the shopping, clean the house, and keep everything running around here. And you do such a good job at it too! So, as a present, I'm going to take care of you today."
Ikaros raised her eyebrows a little at that. "What do you mean?"
Tomoki smiled at her, "I want you to just relax today. No cleaning, no cooking, just chill out a little! Watch some TV or take a nap. Well, uh…you know what I mean."
Ikaros blinked at him. "Alright."
"Here is a list of all the things that need to be done today, mast...Tomoki." Ikaros handed him a small piece of paper. It wasn't a large list by any means.
1)Shop for ingredients for tonight's dinner
2)Fertilize watermelon patch
3)Make dinner
4)Sleep with master
That last one made Tomoki chuckle to himself. "Ikaros, you're ridiculous."
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No no, just…nevermind. Alright, I'm going to go shopping now. I'll be back in a little while, okay? And remember what I said, try and relax. Don't do any housework or try and be useful. Just enjoy yourself today, okay? I've got everything under control."
Ikaros stood there, unsure of what to say. "Al-alright, mast...I mean, Tomoki. I'll see you in a little while."
Shopping was easy enough. It was Tomoki who lectured Ikaros about how to shop correctly, after all. Not like he needed help with that.
Now gardening, on the other hand, was not the strongest skill he had. Tomoki looked up from the backyard up to Sohara's window. Man, why did she and everyone else have to go on vacation with Mikako? She could have really given me some good pointers right about now. Oh well, it's just gardening, how hard can it be? I mean, if Ikaros can do it no problem, this should be a cinch for me, right?
He approached the watermelon patch in his backyard with a wheelbarrow and a shovel, and plenty of manure to go around. Looking at the melons themselves, he could tell how much pride and work Ikaros put in to growing them. There were some big ones and some small ones, and the bigger ones had a deep, rich emerald color to them. The soil was dark and soft, and he could probably have honestly eaten every one of those watermelons right then and there. He knelt down and looked to his left and right to make sure no one was watching, and started to pet one of the melons. "I'm really not sure what she sees in these things. I'm getting hungry just looking at them. I wonder what she'd do if I made her a fruit salad from these."
Nymph and Astraea might have something to say about that, though. He shuddered as he recalled the memory of being eaten by the watermelon monster, and went back to his work.
He looked at the wheelbarrow as he tossed the shovel handle back and forth between his hands. He paced at the ends of the little patch, looking for the best way to start. "Hmm, well, it's not rocket science. Just throw some crap on the fruit, right?" He heaved a shovelful of manure on top of a watermelon, and nodded proudly at his work. He did the same for the others, and then sprayed them down with water. By the time he was done, the beautiful emerald orbs that were once watermelons were now piles of moist dung. He smiled widely and whistled as he put his wheelbarrow back in the shed, shaking off any loose dirt.
Ikaros watched him from upstairs in their room. "My…my melons…" She started to pop off and put back on the head to her favorite wooden doll.
"Okay, so let's see what I've done so far. Shopping, check. Melon patch, check. I guess all that's left to do now is make dinner." He felt his stomach growl. "Woah, and not a moment too soon! Alright, let's see. This should be easy enough. Now, what did Ikaros plan on making tonight?" He looked at the recipe she had stuck on the fridge for the night, and it was steak and potatoes with carrots. "Well, that's easy enough. I've seen her use the grill a thousand times. Piece of cake."
He strolled out to the backyard to get the grill ready, and donned his favorite apron. It wasn't anything special, just a normal blue apron – except for the two holes that were cut into it, that exposed his nipples to the world.
Tomoki seasoned the steaks and prepared all the rest of the food. He looked down at his work and felt a sense of pride that he, the man of the house, was preparing dinner for his woman. His girlfriend. His future bride? Heck, why not. He was feeling too good about himself to question anything at the current moment.
He bent down and started up the grill, and turned the gas on high to get it hot as fast as he could.
He was doing a great job today! After seeing how he worked on her melon patch and now making dinner, he was sure to win an award or something. Any moment now, and Ikaros would come down to the patio in the back, kissing him and thanking him for being such a wonderful boyfriend. She'd be so proud of him, and maybe even tell Sohara to get her off his back about how he never does anything special for her. That would just be too fun to watch. Sohara was always going on about how he should help her out more and be more attentive now that he's not just her master but also her boyfriend, and man! The look on Sohara's face would be priceless now. To top it all off, the steaks smell so good! There's nothing like the smell of meat cooking on a warm Spring day to accent the taste of victory.
"Master! Master!" Ikaros came running from inside the house.
Tomoki awoke from his trance and looked over to the sliding glass door where Ikaros was standing in. "Oh, hey you! I thought you were-"
"Master, you're on fire!"
"Hehe, oh really? Is someone trying to tell me something?" He clasped his tongs twice in a suggestive manner.
"Yes, that you're on fire and are going to suffer from severe burns if you don't extinguish the flames on your apron immediately!"
Wait. That was way too specific. She wasn't flirting, she was trying to tell him that he was…
Suddenly, his chest got very warm. Toasty, even.
He looked down.
Oh man.
"OUCH! DAMMIT, NOT SO HARD OKAY!?" Tomoki screeched in pain as Ikaros applied the ointment just a little harder than necessary.
He was lying on the couch on his back. It was late now, around 8:00 at night. His beloved apron was in the trash as a scorched, charred shell of its former glory. Thankfully the only parts of him that were affected by the flames were his nipples, which tingled as Ikaros applied the burn ointment to them. Each time she put the ointment on him, she made sure to press just a little extra hard. You know, to make sure she was thorough.
Perhaps that will teach him to mess with her melons.
"I'm sorry, that you're in pain, mas-Tomoki." She dabbed her finger in the jar to get more ointment. This whole first name thing was going to take some getting used to.
"Man. Today was balls. All I wanted was to do something nice for you, and I messed it all up. What a shitty way to have an anniversary, huh?" He retreated from his treatment and covered his face with a pillow from the couch.
Ikaros paused with her finger in the ointment tub. "I do not think it was a bad day, master."
"Yeah, easy for you to say. You didn't mess everything up like I did."
Ikaros put the ointment down, and scooted closer to where Tomoki's face was. She gently removed the pillow, and swallowed. "Tomoki, the fact that you tried meant more than me than what you actually accomplished. You made an effort to relieve me of my duties today; and your efforts, while mostly met with an unsuccessful outcome, resulted in me feeling quite happy about how today turned out." She planted a small kiss on his cheek.
Tomoki brushed some hair out from his face. "So, you're not upset or mad at me?"
Ikaros shook her head. "I am glad."
Tomoki smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. "Happy anniversary, Ikaros. I love you."
Ikaros blushed. "Happy…anniversary…Tomoki. I love you, too."
He chuckled a little bit after realizing she said his name without messing it up. "Hey, you're getting better! Just keep calling me by my first name, okay? Pretty soon, you won't even have to think about it." He looked at the clock, it read 8:30 now. "It's getting late, why don't we head to bed and talk there for a little bit. I'm getting pretty tired."
"Alright."
He shut the tv off, and they both started their retreat for the night. As they walked upstairs to his room, Tomoki asked, "Hey Ikaros, what are you doing tomorrow?"
"Fixing my watermelons."
Tomoki felt a pang of guilt at her words. But that guilt was quickly replaced with an idea. "Would you mind if I could lend you a hand?"
Ikaros paused. "Yes, I…I would like that very much."
And, scene. Well, this is the first chapter of I don't know how many. This may stay a one shot, or I might add more. I dunno. I'm just absolutely onboard with the idea of shipping IkarosXTomoki. So, this is what I plan on doing. I hope you enjoyed, see you in the next chapter if there is one! Lol.