***Longer Days
Author: Ms. Desiree
Fandom: Gouhou Drug
Author Notes: Although this is not my first GD fic, that's the first time I've gathered enough courage to submit one of my fics to public appreciation. Also, English's not my native language (I'm brazilian :D), so eventual corrections are more than welcome. Thank you for reading my fics, hope they can bring you something good. :)
I was sick when writing this (especially #1 to #4 - cough, fever, sore throat... thanks God it wasn't swine flu!), but I was also bored to death (vacations, you know...) and craving for GD. The logical result from the confluence of these factors was a Kazahaya x Rikuo fic - better saying, five of them - written by me. As I prefer to write short stories better than longer ones, things worked for me like this: one main theme - summer - and one main situation. Starting from them, I adapted five stories, each one of them with its corresponding prompt (randomly chosen, in a Portuguese-English dictionary): #1. acrostic, #2. fever, #3. place, #4. reinstallation and #5. sortilege. I've never done this before, and, for what I know, it's an original idea. God help me. XD
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters; they all belong to CLAMP. The only things here that belong to me are the strange ideas I take out of my delirous brain.
*Fitting
Author: Ms. Desiree
Fandom:Gouhou Drug
Prompt: #1. Acrostic
Classification: Romance/ Humor - K+
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It was a frequent occurrence, on Kazahaya's life, a familiar feeling of astonishment concerning the way some things seem to fit in his world - at least when it concerned his obligations on the Green Drugstore. Some weeks ago, in a little promising and cloudy afternoon, Kakei had asked him (very mysteriously) to take his and Rikuo's summer kimonos outside to get some fresh air. The sunny day after came with the news that the two boys had just been hired to another one of those shady Kakei's jobs, which included a middle-period work in an ice-cream store in a coastal tourist city. Oh, and as a caution measure they should take the summer kimonos with them, because what if there were some matsuri festival being held and they needed to go investigate? In spite of Kakei's innocent smile that often accompanied those kinds of talk, Kazahaya knew better and had already learnt enough not to be fooled anymore. 'What if'? Hah.
Sometimes, the way things seemed to fit in Kazahaya's life would give him the chills, and that meant Kakei was the great puppetmaster. And he was the puppet.
Shit.
"Don't get in the way" Rikuo (puppet number two) whispered, moving Kazahaya away carefully by the waist, passing by to deliver two sundaes for a pair of hyperventilating girls.
Kazahaya growled. There was Rikuo Himura, with his unfriendly face and colorful shorts, smashing the maiden's hearts. Rikuo was definitely a misfit piece in the strange chain of events of his life - and not just because of the bizarre combination of colorful shorts and heavy t-shirt, that Rikuo insisted on wearing as uniform on the ice-cream store (huff, not that the girls seemed to mind it, Kazahaya tought). Not so long ago, Kazahaya was a treasure between treasures - raised in a house that smelled like daffodils and fresh grass, protected and severed from the rest of the world, sleeping and waking up beside Kei. What was he now? Rescued from the death by a sarcastic and bad-tempered roomate, working in a series of abnormal jobs for an inhuman and controlling employer. And his lover.
Kazahaya repeated the growl and started preparing a cup of banana split for a very elegant customer, that wouldn't stop looking at Rikuo. Whom, Kazahaya noted, had just unglued himself from the pair oh hyperventilating girls with two tiny pieces of paper in hands. Following the direction of Kazahaya's glance, he shook the paper between his fingers and smirked:
"I didn't ask for anything. They shoved it in my hand."
"As if I cared about this kind of thing." Kazahaya finished the banana split with a deformed ball of ice-cream, placed half-heartedly into the cup.
Passing by his side, Rikuo said, the voice low:
"There's no need to be jealous" and smiled again, the devil.
Kazahaya dropped the cup of dessert on the counter - and the worst of all was that the customer was STILL looking at stupid Rikuo, and didn't even noticed the blonde's poorly done work. He decided he would be mature, the complete opposite of that jerk that was his roomate, and managed not to explode in a storm of curses. Honestly, Rikuo was an amorphous piece, sometimes fitting and sometimes not in the mess of happenings that was Kazahaya's life. How was it called, that kind of composition in wich the initials of a word, placed in order, would form a phrase? (Kei had taught him about this a long time ago, but he had never been one to marvel with the mysteries of literature and language) Acrostic, acorstic, or something similar. Rikuo was just like it - Kazahaya had no acess to all the parts that composed him, so it was impossible to understand the whole picture. Well, sometimes he would think he had - geez, the jerk was just some tattooed, bear-like bastard -, but he often would be surprised with actions and words and attitudes that indicated another Rikuo. A Rikuo he just couldn't reduce to a few insults, who never revealed himself entirely, only leaving clues about his existence. Somebody able to induce some uncomfortable chills on Kazahaya's belly when stroking his face or praising his beauty, or gently leading him by the waist to get him off his way. Whenever Kazahaya came across this things that he couldn't understand, that didn't fit in the image of stupid-bastard Rikuo that he was so accustomed with, he would be in a curious mixture of daze, disbelief and confusion. What else could possibly be there that he didn't know yet, that he had never seen before?
"Hey, time to close."
Blinking, Kazahaya came back to his reality of ice-cream store employee. He sighed - it had been a long, tiresome day. Sitting in a chair, he supported his head in his hands, massaging the temples.
"I'm coming."
Rikuo shot him a displeased look while locking the glass-made door, and then passed by his side carrying the plastic-coated menus.
"I've never thought that working in an ice-cream store would be more tiresome than working with Kakei-san," the blonde complained, more for himself than for his coworker.
He had just gotten up from the chair when he felt, light against his scalp, Rikuo's large hand entangling in his hair - long fingers moving slowly, massaging the skin.
"Soon the job'll be over and then we go back home. Besides" he added with a wry smile "the weather forecast announced rain for the day after tomorrow."
As Rikuo moved away, Kazahaya contemplated once more how perfectly some things seem to fit in his life.
Like Rikuo's hand in his nape.
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Notes: Phew, that was tiresome. This fic was originally written in Portuguese (as well as the 4 other ones that come after it), so I spent all my Sunday night, last day of college vacation, translating it. I'm sorry for the misspelling, I'd really like to have my fics betaed, but as I'm a newbie in fanfiction world... I simply don't know how! D:
This apart, I've really missed writing! :) Maybe this feelings transformed in a large dose of inspiration, cause I really liked the way this fic developed itself. And with such a difficult prompt! I'm very satified. I really liked the end as well.
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