Hi! This is my first fanfic EVER - so be gentle okay? Haha. Hope it doesn't suck too badly!

Valentine's Day

The blissful silence was shattered by a yell: Misaki's yell.

"AH!"

"Misaki…"

"AHHHHH!"

"Misaki, hold still."

"Usagi-san…please, not so hard…!"

"I can't get it in."

"Nnnghh!"

Usagi smiled; he seemed to have touched a particularly sensitive spot.

"Do I have to hold you down myself?"

"WHAT! No – Ahhh!"

"Misaki, the longer you resist the longer this is going to take." Usagi said, smiling devilishly. "And, the longer I'll have to persist."

Misaki's cheeks reddened.

"No – Usagi-saaaaaaaaan! Stop please! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" He squealed.

"Misaki, there's no need to behave so dramatically over something so small." The older man explained in his deep, seductive voice.

"Y-you baka, Usagi-san!" Misaki instantly retorted out of reflex. "I don't want to do this anymore - AHH! Lemme go - OW!" He struggled and squirmed in the older man's grasp, finally snatching back his hand. Usagi's face, however, appeared triumphant.

"There, I finally got it out!" He held aloft a pair of tweezers, in which was a captured big black thorn. Usagi tilted the tweezers in his hand from side to side, holding it against the light. "Wow, that was quite a large thorn."

"You know I could have gotten it out myself." Misaki said quietly. Looking at the blood oozing out of his finger where previously the thorn had been, he got up and headed towards the kitchen to fetch a bandaid. Due to Usagi's constant mishaps in the kitchen, the first aid kit now took sanctuary there.

Usagi watched as Misaki wandered into the other room, thinking that he really ought to have been more careful. What was he thinking getting thorned roses? If he had had more care of thought, he would have gotten non-thorned roses! If Usagi-san had more knowledge about the middle (normal most would call it) way of living, than he would probably know that non-thorned roses were unlikely, perhaps even non-existent.

Even so, he could not help smiling as his gaze lingered on the bunch of roses that lay on the coffee table; slightly dishevelled, some petals scattered across the floor from Misaki's out cry. Usagi could not have been happier: Misaki had gotten the roses for just for him. On Valentine's Day.

Fini

-Author's Note

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~Loggi