Everyone in this story is probably a little out of character, but hey,
that's why they call it a fanfic, right? And. Um. I know nothing about
adopting a kid. but this is fanfiction! I'll do it my way DAMMIT!
And now for the disclaimers: I don't own the Ronins! I swear! I wish I did, but alas, I do not. *dramatic sigh* But I DO own Tamora and Illana. They're mine! You can't use them. well. without my permission at least. and that you do not have! So, please don't sue me. the only things I own are a moldy taco and some belly button lint.
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Finally. today was the day. Cye had been waiting for this moment for months on end. Today was the day he and Kento were going to pay a visit to the Sunnydale Home for Children. They had figured out they were soul mates about a year ago, and a little a while after that, a couple months maybe, Cye started longing for a child. A baby, toddler, teenager. he didn't care. Boy or girl. he didn't care. He didn't care what kind of background. Hell, he wanted to adopt one from each of the continents. He remembered the night they'd talked about it.
*FLASHBACK*
Ten more minutes. Only ten more minutes until Kento got home. Cye was so nervous he felt like he was going to wet himself. He looked at the table with uncertainty. Candles? Check. Food? Lots of it. Utensils? Check. Napkins? The fancy cloth ones. Most importantly was the wine there? Yes, it was strawberry. 'Good,' he thought. 'Everything's ready.'
Cye heard the door open and shut.
Kento had expected to find Cye at the door ready to greet him when he got home from work like usual, but he wasn't there. 'Where is he?' he asked himself. After a few seconds, he finally noticed the light in the dining room. He stood in the doorway observing Cye light two tall white candles. A delicate white tablecloth was draped over the table. Cye had gotten out their best china, which also were white and had small vines of orange and blue roses. At each seat, there was a bowl of salad seasoned with Italian dressing sitting on top of a plate and a glass of what Kento assumed was strawberry wine. In the middle of the table in between the two candles was a large bowl of what looked to be fettuccine alfredo and a small bowl of breadsticks.
When Cye stood straight and smiled at him, Kento gasped. He looked so. feminine. Cye's short red hair was curled and framed his face delicately. He had on a little bit of blue eyeliner and a light blue peasant top and khaki dress pants with dark brown shoes. Cye looked gorgeous. utterly gorgeous. "Wow." Kento was at a loss for words.
The redheaded boy's smile widened. Kento was falling for it. hook, line, and sinker so to speak. "Um. have a seat."
Kento nodded rather dazedly and pulled out one of the chairs gesturing for Cye to sit down. Cye smiled again at the ashen-haired boy and sat as Kento pushed the chair in a bit and took the seat across from him.
"So, Kento, honey. how was your day?"
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Dinner had been over with for about an hour and Cye and Kento were cuddling on the couch in their pj's watching a movie when Cye turned off the television. 'It's now or never,' he thought. Kento looked at him. "Cye. i- is something wrong?"
"No. I just. I just wanted to talk to you for a few minutes," Cye fidgeted a little bit. He could feel Kento's eyes burning into him and it was starting to make him nervous. "How do you feel about adopting children?"
The muscular young man's face was blank. "Children?" The thought of it had never crossed his mind.
Cye started to fidget again and stared at the floor. "Yeah, children. Do you want any?" He looked up at Kento through his bangs.
Now it was Kento's turn to squirm. He played with the hem of his ratty black t-shirt. "I. I don't know. I've never really thought about it."
Cye frowned. "Do you need time to think about it?"
"Yeah."
*END FLASHBACK*
Cye grinned. It was like he was in a dream. He couldn't believe they were going to adopt a little one. but not today, though. They were just going to have a look around and maybe talk to a few of the children there. The redhead inadvertently sighed dreamily.
Kento chuckled a bit when he heard Cye sigh for about the fiftieth time. His little redhead had been giddy all week. Sure, Kento was excited, but Cye seemed to float everywhere he went. with a large goofy grin on his cute little face. Now that the larger boy thought about it, he quickly peeked over at the passenger's side where his little muffin was sitting in his own little dream world. 'Yep. grin's still there.' He smirked and turned into the parking lot to the Sunnydale Home for Children. "Well. we're here."
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Thanks for reading! Now, if you please. leave a contribution in the little box! Or. in other words. please submit a review! I won't continue until I've gotten at least. two. That's right. two. Why? Because I'm not sure anyone's gonna read it. much less like it.
And now for the disclaimers: I don't own the Ronins! I swear! I wish I did, but alas, I do not. *dramatic sigh* But I DO own Tamora and Illana. They're mine! You can't use them. well. without my permission at least. and that you do not have! So, please don't sue me. the only things I own are a moldy taco and some belly button lint.
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Finally. today was the day. Cye had been waiting for this moment for months on end. Today was the day he and Kento were going to pay a visit to the Sunnydale Home for Children. They had figured out they were soul mates about a year ago, and a little a while after that, a couple months maybe, Cye started longing for a child. A baby, toddler, teenager. he didn't care. Boy or girl. he didn't care. He didn't care what kind of background. Hell, he wanted to adopt one from each of the continents. He remembered the night they'd talked about it.
*FLASHBACK*
Ten more minutes. Only ten more minutes until Kento got home. Cye was so nervous he felt like he was going to wet himself. He looked at the table with uncertainty. Candles? Check. Food? Lots of it. Utensils? Check. Napkins? The fancy cloth ones. Most importantly was the wine there? Yes, it was strawberry. 'Good,' he thought. 'Everything's ready.'
Cye heard the door open and shut.
Kento had expected to find Cye at the door ready to greet him when he got home from work like usual, but he wasn't there. 'Where is he?' he asked himself. After a few seconds, he finally noticed the light in the dining room. He stood in the doorway observing Cye light two tall white candles. A delicate white tablecloth was draped over the table. Cye had gotten out their best china, which also were white and had small vines of orange and blue roses. At each seat, there was a bowl of salad seasoned with Italian dressing sitting on top of a plate and a glass of what Kento assumed was strawberry wine. In the middle of the table in between the two candles was a large bowl of what looked to be fettuccine alfredo and a small bowl of breadsticks.
When Cye stood straight and smiled at him, Kento gasped. He looked so. feminine. Cye's short red hair was curled and framed his face delicately. He had on a little bit of blue eyeliner and a light blue peasant top and khaki dress pants with dark brown shoes. Cye looked gorgeous. utterly gorgeous. "Wow." Kento was at a loss for words.
The redheaded boy's smile widened. Kento was falling for it. hook, line, and sinker so to speak. "Um. have a seat."
Kento nodded rather dazedly and pulled out one of the chairs gesturing for Cye to sit down. Cye smiled again at the ashen-haired boy and sat as Kento pushed the chair in a bit and took the seat across from him.
"So, Kento, honey. how was your day?"
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Dinner had been over with for about an hour and Cye and Kento were cuddling on the couch in their pj's watching a movie when Cye turned off the television. 'It's now or never,' he thought. Kento looked at him. "Cye. i- is something wrong?"
"No. I just. I just wanted to talk to you for a few minutes," Cye fidgeted a little bit. He could feel Kento's eyes burning into him and it was starting to make him nervous. "How do you feel about adopting children?"
The muscular young man's face was blank. "Children?" The thought of it had never crossed his mind.
Cye started to fidget again and stared at the floor. "Yeah, children. Do you want any?" He looked up at Kento through his bangs.
Now it was Kento's turn to squirm. He played with the hem of his ratty black t-shirt. "I. I don't know. I've never really thought about it."
Cye frowned. "Do you need time to think about it?"
"Yeah."
*END FLASHBACK*
Cye grinned. It was like he was in a dream. He couldn't believe they were going to adopt a little one. but not today, though. They were just going to have a look around and maybe talk to a few of the children there. The redhead inadvertently sighed dreamily.
Kento chuckled a bit when he heard Cye sigh for about the fiftieth time. His little redhead had been giddy all week. Sure, Kento was excited, but Cye seemed to float everywhere he went. with a large goofy grin on his cute little face. Now that the larger boy thought about it, he quickly peeked over at the passenger's side where his little muffin was sitting in his own little dream world. 'Yep. grin's still there.' He smirked and turned into the parking lot to the Sunnydale Home for Children. "Well. we're here."
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Thanks for reading! Now, if you please. leave a contribution in the little box! Or. in other words. please submit a review! I won't continue until I've gotten at least. two. That's right. two. Why? Because I'm not sure anyone's gonna read it. much less like it.