Ramen tales
By: Hentai Y. Slave
Genre: PG-13, shonen-ai, fluff, humor, AU
Pairing: KanameXZero
Summary: A starting series of one-shots, drabbles etc revolving Kaname, Zero and ramen XD Each will be a different AU setting. No. 1: The Roommate.
A/N: This was intended to be a whole fic but I dare not do so given my tendency to hiatus for months . This one comes specially with both point of views, because my initial draft was Zero POV, but I thought Kaname's view would be fun too. Please read both and in this order! Blink it and you miss it mutual affection!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, but this fic is mine!
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No. 1: The Roommate
(Zero POV)
"Ohayou," I uttered to my roommate, stumbling out of my room in my favorite oversized gray sweater and mused hair. Barely awake, I opened the fridge and grabbed the packet sandwich I had bought for today's breakfast, popping it in the microwave. I plopped down in the chair next to my eating roommate as I waited and glanced one beady eye at him.
He ignored my attention in favor of burying his head in his bowl of ramen, careful to not let his brown hair touch the soup as he took tentative sips.
I stared in disbelief. "Ramen again?"
"No time." He explained. I rolled my eyes at his lame excuse; almost every morning I would see him happily stuffing his face with ramen.
"Liar. You always eat ramen for breakfast." I insisted. He chose to ignore me again. What the hell. And I thought I was the anti-social one.
"...Well it's times like this that you would miss your mum's cooking, ne?" I commented offhand. He paused at my words and I mentally hit myself on the head for bringing up that sensitive topic. The first time I had said something along these lines, he had reacted violently. There's nothing interesting to talk about dead people was what he said. I wanted to probe more then, but something in his eyes then made me decide to put off my questions to another time. But 'another time' did not come as I either felt too scared or too awkward to ask. Doesn't stop me from accidentally blurting out such stupid lines though.
He merely shrugged, his red eyes looking up at me briefly. "It's ok," he reassured, reading my thoughts right away.
I winced. Damn why does the guy have to be so sharp at things like this! He is just my roommate for heaven's sake. We met three years ago at a place called Cross Agency, one that matches people who wish to share apartments. I was a fresh university graduate with the intention of working in the city and he...well he looked like some rich kid who wanted his own place or something like that. When we first met he just blinked at my abnormal silver hair and violet eyes.
"It's gray." He said suddenly, breaking my train of thoughts. I glared at him. What is he, psychic?
"It's silver," I corrected. This was something he always teased me about, always calling me an old man right up to having gray hair. These are genuine silver strands, and I'm damn proud of them. As if his red eyes are normal. It is weird when we go grocery shopping together; draws too much attention. Speaking of shopping...maybe it is time I did some? I stood up to head to the cupboards.
"Get me more milk while you're at it," came his voice again. ARGH. I glared at him, eyes twitching in irritation.
"How the bloody hell do you know what I'm thinking of every time?" I scowled. He merely smirked at me and leaned forward.
"As I have told you many times, one," he raised a finger, "your face is as easy to read as an open book. Two," he raised another, "I'm not your housemate for three years for nothing." He leaned all-knowingly back into his chair.
I growled in irritation, sick of his attitude. I stomped off and grabbed my stuff to prepare to leave. Just as I reach the door though, I paused...did I forget something?
"Oy."
I turned and barely caught the packet sandwich he threw at me. He gave me that all-knowing smirk again. On a childish impulse, I stuck out my tongue at him, and then quickly exited, barely catching the brief look of surprise on his face. Ha. Take that Kuran.
My name is Kiryuu Zero, and I live with an insufferable, all knowing bastard called Kuran Kaname.
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(Kaname POV)
"Ohayou," he uttered, stumbling out of his room in his oversized gray sweater and mused silver locks. He half sleepily opened the fridge and grabbed the packet sandwich he had bought for today's breakfast, popping it in the microwave. As he sat down next to me to wait he glanced one beady eye at me.
I ignored him in favor of taking tentative sips of my beloved ramen, careful to not let my brown hair touch the soup.
"Ramen again?" he admonished.
"No time." I explained. He rolled his eyes, unconvinced.
"Liar. You always eat ramen for breakfast." He insisted. I chose not to answer.
"...Well it's times like this that you would miss your mum's cooking, ne?" He commented offhand. I paused for a moment and he noticed. Remembering then that it was a sensitive topic for me, he quickly turned apologetic. The first time he has said something along these lines, I had reacted violently, blurting out that my parents were no longer alive. He had looked like he wanted to ask more then, but put it off for my sake. Doesn't stop him from accidentally blurting out such offhanded comments though.
I merely shrugged, looking up to observe his face; he seemed to be remembering the same thing. "It's ok." I reassured him.
He winced for some reason, and then stared into space recalling something. I continued to watch him intently; he is so amusing to watch when he spaces out, pulling all sorts of subtle expressions and gestures that I have long learned to read. I internally smirked as his left hand unconsciously ran through his hair.
"It's gray." I injected, shaking him out of he thoughts. He glared at me immediately.
"It's silver," he corrected. I knew it was silver, but it was more fun to tease him of acting like an old man right up to having gray hair. I briefly spared a thought of my red eyes; I could tell he was curious about them as I was about his violet ones. He stood up then, looking intently at the cupboard where we store our groceries.
"Get me more milk while you're at it," I added as an afterthought. I am not sure if I had really run out, but I feel like teasing him more today. It worked as expected; he turned back to glare at me, eyes twitching in irritation.
"How the bloody hell do you know what I'm thinking of every time?" he scowled. I mentally wanted to laugh out loud at his indignant expression, but I settled for smirking in the all-knowing way I know he hates and leaned forward.
"As I have told you many times, one," I raised a finger, "your face is as easy to read as an open book. Two," I raised another, "I'm not your housemate for three years for nothing." Satisfied with my verbal victory, I leaned back into his chair.
He growled in irritation and stomped off, preparing to leave for the day. In his huff he did not hear the little beep the microwave made. I stood up and retrieved it for him; would not want my roommate to starve just because I teased him, right? I waited to see if he would remember though, and sure enough he paused at the door. I called out.
"Oy."
He turned and barely caught the packet sandwich I threw at him. I must have been smirking again, because to my surprise he stuck out his tongue at me right before he left. He stuck out his tongue, mind you. I cannot decide if that was childishly desperate or utterly adorable. Kiryuu-kun can be surprising sometimes.
My name is Kuran Kaname, and I live with an easily readable, yet at the same time unpredictable man called Kiryuu Zero.
(owari)
A/N: This is my first attempt at VK fics. There are a lot of marvelous fics on this pairing and they got me hooked :3 Please be kind and spare some time to review!