Disclaimer: As the members of Antic Cafe are real people, no one may own them. I certainly don't.
Warning: If there is any Yu-ki or Takuya bashing I will get mean. Although, Takuya needs a piercing or two and Yu-ki needs to get rid of that wig of his.
"Fluff?"
The word struck a note in Kanon's heart, and he turned, to see Bou with his eyes glued to the screen. 'Fluff'. Why…? Bou was giggling, now. Giggling like a mad man. And then he hiccupped, and giggled more, and was crying because he was giggling so much.
"Bou…? What?"
Bou pointed at the screen, voice lost amidst the laughter and tears and hiccups. Kanon took a few hesitant steps, and read over his shoulder in big black words on the screen-
"BOUXKANON"
What? Bou had obviously read it all, had obviously gotten to some good parts, and wanted Kanon to read it. But why now, all of a sudden, when it was late and Teruki and Miku were in the other room sound asleep. That was why. Because Teruki and Miku were asleep in the other room. Kanon pushed Bou over, half-sat on his lap to grab the mouse from him and read whatever it was that was making his friend laugh hysterically. And then they were both laughing hysterically.
"Fluff."
Again, it made Kanon's heart ache, because they were reading this fiction that was called 'fluff'. It was sweet and innocent and everything that had to do with anything cute. And Bou. And fluff. And Bou. And why did Bou's name keep crossing his mind? Kanon dared a glance at the same time Bou decided to glance at him.
"Neh, Kanon," Bou mumbled, and leaned his head on Kanon's shoulder, and looked at him with those eyes. Those eyes… "Kanon, isn't that cute?"
Kanon nodded, gulping back whatever he was going to reply, because he was afraid that whatever he was going to reply would provoke something from Bou. Something that Kanon was obviously afraid of.
"Neh, Kanon," Bou mumbled, again, and nestled his head against Kanon's shoulder, and held onto his arm.
Kanon wanted to move that arm, and not towards himself, either. So he kept it there, still afraid of anything he'd provoke from Bou. Bou, who was probably drunk. Kanon had seen him drinking earlier… and Kanon was sober, so it wasn't like anything would happen, right? Apparently not.
"Neh, Kanon… kiss me like that story," Bou told his friend.
Kanon looked at him, blinked, and Bou repeated his demand, and looked at him with those eyes again. Those eyes, the very ones Kanon couldn't resist- the eyes that got Bou ice cream cones when Kanon had more money, and the eyes that got Bou those arm warmers when he left his wallet in the hotel. The eyes that gave Bou everything he ever wanted from Kanon.
And so that's exactly what he got.
Author's Note:
I realized I wanted people to read these. Please be kind, as it's my first time writing any kind of "band" fan fiction. More importantly, this is my first Antic Cafe fan fiction, and most certainly my last once all the chapters have been written/updated.
Please be nice when commenting? 8D