D r a b b l e 1
Characters : Kyo, Hotaru
Rating : PG
Words : 241
"Stop it," he growled for the nth times, swatting the offending hands away.
"No," the owner of the hands murmured, hands coming back to his long black hair, combing in a gentle way that belied the nature of a warrior, parting his hair into three parts and started to braid it.
"Fucking quit it, I say!" he finally bellowed, losing his patience.He grabbed those hands in his and spun around to glare at their owner.
The other young man's face, who had been sitting behind him on a big rock, didn't change. Not even a flicker of surprise or any other emotion. Just softly spoken words.
"But you're upset."
Kyo was taken aback at the answer, completely unexpected of it. The words didn't make any sense, and he was about to snap about it when Hotaru spoke again.
"Angelica... she always combed and braided my hair when I was upset"
And at the slightly faraway look on his companion's face, he found himself at a loss of words. After a moment, he turned his back to his golden haired companion again. He didn't ask who Angelica was.
He didn't need to.
This time, when those hands descended on his hair again, parted again his hair into three parts and started to braid his hair again, he did nothing to stop them. He understood, or thought he do, and this time, he tried to find the solace the hands had to offer.