Warnings:
1. The following story is Yaoi meaning male+male relationship. Please do not read if you're not comfortable with/into this. Click the back button on your browser please.
2. There may be (and probably is) some OOC in this story
3. A lime warning for future chapters, they do get a little heated.
All Characters belong to Yoshihiro Togashi (except Sata Takahara, she's of my own creation.)
Seeing Isn't Believing
By Yami Yue
I let my eyes wander around the courtyard of the apartment complex while my mother talked with the woman who had shown us a nice two bedroom apartment. With graduation only a few weeks away, I decided it a good time to move out on my own. My mother had remarried and with my new stepfather had come a younger stepbrother and a new job in my stepfather's company, meaning I had less spare time and less privacy as well. I knew then I would have to move out soon or risk my stepfather finding out my true relationship with the raven haired fire apparition he knew only as my friend. I wasn't sure how he'd take it and honestly I didn't want to find out.
Mother and I had been apartment hunting for weeks now and this one was the best so far. It had two bathrooms as well as two bedrooms, a spacious living room with a balcony, a nice size kitchen and a dining room area. The neighborhood was good, the complex was within walking distance of my mother's house and lucky for me it was well within my price range.
I wandered off to inspect the garden nearby. The rosebushes were particularly beautiful. A raven haired girl was clipping some red roses. She heard my approach and greeted me with a smile. "Hello." She called. " are you hoping to move in here?" she asked. "Yes." I replied. "I'm Sata. " she said, fixing her jade green eyes on mine. "Sata Takahara." "Shuichi Minamino." I responded. "A pleasure to meet you." "Same here." Sata replied as she clipped a yellow rose with her gardening shears. "I noticed you admiring the roses." She said as she set the rose in the basket on her arm. "Yes, they're beautiful." I replied. "Did you grow them?" Sata nodded and cut a second yellow rose. "Yes. Roses are my favorite." she replied. "Would you like one?" she asked, holding the shears out to me. I smiled. "If you don't mind." I replied. "Not at all." Sata assured me as I took the shears. " A rose's beauty is meant to be shared."
I chose a beautiful red rose for my mother and cut it from the bush. "I see this rose is for someone special." Sata said as I handed her back the shears. "Somehow I sense it isn't for one of your admirers." She said as she took the shears. Before I could ask how she knew about my admirers she answered the question. "I work at the flower shop across the street." She informed me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Lots of girls come in to buy flowers for you, but I'm guessing that rose isn't for one of them." "You're right." I replied. "It's for my mother." "How sweet." Sata responded. "You must have a kind heart. No wonder there are so many girls after you." " . . and judging by the way you were looking over the garden earlier, I'd say you were a plant lover like me." I nodded. Her smile brightened. "We could use a few more plant lovers around here." She said as she held out a beautiful yellow rose to me. "I hope you move in." I took the rose and smiled at her. "Few have offered me a yellow rose. More look to me for love, not friendship." "I just moved here not long ago." Sata said. "I could use all the friends I can get." "Besides…" she added. "I figured you could one less simpering female after a date." I laughed. "Again you're right." I agreed. "Stop by the shop sometime and say hi." She said. "I will." I responded. With that Sata headed toward the elevator.
As I watched her leave I heard my mother's soft footsteps as she approached. "What an odd girl." I thought. There was something about her that bothered me a little though, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The way she'd been able to tell those few things about me in such a short amount of time was unnerving. I was curious as to how she did it. "Don't go falling in love with a nice girl when you've already got a nice boy at home." Mother whispered in my ear. "Don't worry." I replied as I held out the red rose I'd clipped to her. "I won't."
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Author's Note:
The flower meanings mentioned in this story come from
Sorry for the really late delay in getting this story to you folks. Writer's block and technical issues really slow things down.