There's not enough stories with Yukimi and Yoite - Or enough Nabari fics in general; so I wanted to contribute some more.
Summary: It wasn't supposed to be this cold in October. Cooler weather was to expected, but this wasn't fall temperatures; it felt like winter. All Yukimi wanted to do was just relax inside his nice warm apartment... Instead, the heater breaks, unwanted people keep coming to his house, and he ends up in a snowball fight. Rated T for language. Complete.
Disclaimer: I don't own Nabari no Ou. That right belongs to Yuhki Kamatani.
"Damn, it's cold," Yukimi grumbled to himself as he hurried to his apartment, warming his hands inside his pockets. He was looking forward to making a nice cup of lemon cider for him and Yoite then sitting back with the warm heat on and watching TV on the couch with a blanket draped over his legs. The thought made him smile as he pushed open the door, however, something was wrong.
"The heater is broken," Yoite looked up as he came in the door. A large fluffy blanket was wrapped tightly around the thin boy who sat curled up in front of the couch.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Yukimi growled, running to the thermostat and hoping to prove Yoite wrong, "Damn it!" The thing was set to heat, yet no heat came from the vents. The room was still freezing even though Yoite had already turned the heat abnormally high.
Yukimi trudged into the kitchen and turned on the stove and oven with stiff fingers. He rubbed his hands together and held them to the slowly warming oven. "Yoite, come in here to warm up."
The lanky boy made his way into the kitchen and sat back down on the floor, bundled up in his blanket.
"I'm gonna get some more blankets," Yukimi told him, going to collect all the throws and quilts that he could find. He returned with a pile of blankets and laid a few on the floor before sitting down and wrapping himself up in their warmth, "This really wasn't how I wanted to spend my evening."
Yoite stared at the wavering flames of the gas stove. The blue fire flickered in the dim light, castin warm shadows around the room. "Lemon cider."
Yukimi blinked, "Oh yeah. I forgot about that." He made no move to get up. After a moment, he shifted and got to his feet, "I'm suddenly jealous of hibernating bears." He started making two cups of cider.
Once it was ready, he settled back down on the floor and handed a cup to Yoite, "Think we'll survive the night?" Yukimi joked, taking a tentative sip of cider.
"It's really cold."
"Thanks for pointing that out," Yukimi muttered, holding the steaming cup in between his hands.
Yoite wrapped his arms tighter around himself, "My fingers are going to fall off."
"It's not THAT cold."
Yoite lay his head against his knees, "Is this what it feels like to die?"
Yukimi snorted, "Hell, you think I know?"
"I think it is."
"Damn. Enough with the morbid talk. You're alive now, aren't you?"
"..."
"Look, I can't keep these running all night," Yukimi pulled his blanket around him and stood up, shutting off the stove and oven, "We'd better get to sleep. I'll get the heater fixed in the morning."
"Yukimi?"
"What?" Yukimi rinsed out the empty cups.
Yoite fell to his side, tugging more blankets around him, "... Goodnight."
Yukimi sighed, going to turn off the light in the other room. He came back and lay on the floor, pulling blankets over him, "Goodnight, Yoite."
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