Title: Red Orchid Arrangements
Author: Shime
Pairing: Aya+Ken
Warnings: shounen-ai [see author's note]; fluff
Author's Notes: Originally, this was a pretty long note. But I'll just leave the basics here. Take this as shounen-ai if you wish. If you don't want it to be there, it isn't. It's that subtle. Enjoy.
"I like flowers."
It was a random thought that was said aloud. And perhaps it shouldn't have been said aloud, for it puzzled the other occupant of the room. One thinking of flowers was not uncommon in a flower shop, but why would he be thinking about liking the plants?
"Do you really?" It was a quiet reply, said with a hint of mocking.
The subtle mocking was ignored as the firm voice replied, "Yes, I do."
Ken was working on an arrangement. Despite occasional acts of clumsiness (which they all had, actually), his movements were very careful and very precise. It had something to do with his 'previous life'-what had been before there was Weiß.
The flowers were very pretty, Aya decided. There was a group of red orchids in the middle. They were surrounded by gentians in a variety of colors. Ken's practiced hands arranged the gentians in a seemingly random pattern, far more attractive than an organized one.
"What made you think of that?" Aya inquired. It was mid-morning on a weekday. There were almost no customers-everyone was either at work or at school. During these quiet times, they would work on specialized arrangements, catch up on much needed sleep, or read.
"It's funny. I had never thought about whether I liked flowers or not before." There was a pause. "Kind of odd, considering our day job. Maybe it was because I wasn't totally spaced out or focused on something else." There was another pause.
Aya considered the last sentence. Ken did have a point. Their minds weren't paying attention to the flowers when they were working at the shop.
"Or maybe it was because these orchids were the prettiest I've seen this year." He smiled faintly, and Aya raised an eyebrow. "Quite red, don't you think, Aya? Remind me of your hair. Almost like they're on fire, you know?" He ran a calloused finger over the petals, the faint smile still on his lips.
Aya didn't answer, instead he picked up the book that lay on the countertop. Opening to the page he bookmarked, he read for a few minutes before realizing that the book wasn't holding his attention.
"Do you like flowers, Aya?" It was an innocent question, and Aya looked up at the brunette, violet-grey eyes surprised.
"What kind of question is that?" He asked.
"Just wondering." Ken replied, faint smile still on his lips.
"I suppose." Aya said carefully, answering the question. "I don't hate them."
"Indifferent?"
"You could say that."
"I understand."
The redhead looked over at the brunette. He had finished the arrangement. Aya watched as he moved some of the flowers around, before sitting back in his chair and admiring his handiwork.
"I like how it turned out." Ken smiled that ghost of the smile. Aya didn't know who he was speaking to, but that smile...
"I like it too." Aya said thoughtfully.
Ken smirked before turning to the redhead. "I thought you were indifferent."
"Not anymore." And he couldn't stop the faint smile from appearing on his own face.
-The End
Author's Notes: That's as sappy as you can get without actually being sappy, I tell ya.
Author: Shime
Pairing: Aya+Ken
Warnings: shounen-ai [see author's note]; fluff
Author's Notes: Originally, this was a pretty long note. But I'll just leave the basics here. Take this as shounen-ai if you wish. If you don't want it to be there, it isn't. It's that subtle. Enjoy.
"I like flowers."
It was a random thought that was said aloud. And perhaps it shouldn't have been said aloud, for it puzzled the other occupant of the room. One thinking of flowers was not uncommon in a flower shop, but why would he be thinking about liking the plants?
"Do you really?" It was a quiet reply, said with a hint of mocking.
The subtle mocking was ignored as the firm voice replied, "Yes, I do."
Ken was working on an arrangement. Despite occasional acts of clumsiness (which they all had, actually), his movements were very careful and very precise. It had something to do with his 'previous life'-what had been before there was Weiß.
The flowers were very pretty, Aya decided. There was a group of red orchids in the middle. They were surrounded by gentians in a variety of colors. Ken's practiced hands arranged the gentians in a seemingly random pattern, far more attractive than an organized one.
"What made you think of that?" Aya inquired. It was mid-morning on a weekday. There were almost no customers-everyone was either at work or at school. During these quiet times, they would work on specialized arrangements, catch up on much needed sleep, or read.
"It's funny. I had never thought about whether I liked flowers or not before." There was a pause. "Kind of odd, considering our day job. Maybe it was because I wasn't totally spaced out or focused on something else." There was another pause.
Aya considered the last sentence. Ken did have a point. Their minds weren't paying attention to the flowers when they were working at the shop.
"Or maybe it was because these orchids were the prettiest I've seen this year." He smiled faintly, and Aya raised an eyebrow. "Quite red, don't you think, Aya? Remind me of your hair. Almost like they're on fire, you know?" He ran a calloused finger over the petals, the faint smile still on his lips.
Aya didn't answer, instead he picked up the book that lay on the countertop. Opening to the page he bookmarked, he read for a few minutes before realizing that the book wasn't holding his attention.
"Do you like flowers, Aya?" It was an innocent question, and Aya looked up at the brunette, violet-grey eyes surprised.
"What kind of question is that?" He asked.
"Just wondering." Ken replied, faint smile still on his lips.
"I suppose." Aya said carefully, answering the question. "I don't hate them."
"Indifferent?"
"You could say that."
"I understand."
The redhead looked over at the brunette. He had finished the arrangement. Aya watched as he moved some of the flowers around, before sitting back in his chair and admiring his handiwork.
"I like how it turned out." Ken smiled that ghost of the smile. Aya didn't know who he was speaking to, but that smile...
"I like it too." Aya said thoughtfully.
Ken smirked before turning to the redhead. "I thought you were indifferent."
"Not anymore." And he couldn't stop the faint smile from appearing on his own face.
-The End
Author's Notes: That's as sappy as you can get without actually being sappy, I tell ya.