Title: The Gift, Chapter 1
By Dragoni
Warning: This contains shounen-ai. Boy/boy romance. Don't like it? Don't read it. Don't flame me.
Disclaimers: I don't own the Ronin Warriors - I'm just playing with them a little bit. This is fanfiction, I did not make any money off it. (Believe me there!) The only thing that's mine is the idea for the story.
[Rowen]
The morning sun glares sharply in my eyes, disrupting the sleep I only just settled down to. Growling slightly, I tear the pillow out from under my head and throw it at the offending light.
That was a dumb move. Not only is the piercing light still preying on my shut eyelids, but now I have nothing to hide under. Another ineffective growl rumbles forth from my lips. I hate mornings. I probably shouldn't have been up so late last night, but there was that killer party...
/You could just roll over, you know./ Sage's voice glides through my mind. As if he ever feels this way in the morning. Not Mr. Up-Practicing-With-The-Sun. It isn't bad advice, though... Hmph... just turn over.
THUD.
Ow. That hurt. I guess I'm really not getting back to sleep this morning. I mean, I'd have to move anyway... at least to get back on the bed. But... well, the floor *is* rather comfortable. Maybe I'll just stay here.
"Are you alright, love?" Sage's voice sparkles with laughter. His wooden practice sword prods me repeatedly. Some days I almost regret having a roommate. Especially Sage. Three months since he moved into my room - and he still doesn't get it. I just hate mornings. They start too damned early, if you ask me. The day shouldn't really start until some reasonable hour. Like noon.
So why won't he let me go back to sleep already? That stupid piece of wood feels like it's trying to send morse code off my back. *He* thinks I've slept enough tonight.
"Alright! I'm up!" That comes out a little rougher than I meant it to, and my eyes squint open to see a vaguely startled look cross his face. Serves him right. Shaking off some of my weariness, I grab some clothes and head toward the bathroom. A nice hot shower and a steaming cup of coffee sure sound good now. Hn. I wish they had coffee showers. That'd make mornings easier - one less stop.
[Sage]
I silently watch as my blue-haired angel leaves the room. That was a bit harsh. Especially opening the shade so it would hit him right in the eyes. That's okay, though. I'll make it up to him tonight. Besides, I needed him out of the room. I have work to do.
We're so different. Sometimes, I'm not sure what draws us together. I'm a morning person; he's not. I relax in the dojo, practicing my moves and honing my skills; he'd rather curl up with an essay explaining the practical uses for camel spit. He is so disorganized... He calls me a neat freak, says I worry too much about little things. I guess I do sometimes, not that I'd admit it to anyone. Still, it wouldn't hurt him to be a little less messy.
Especially since I've got to clean it up. Well, not clean it, precisely... we have an agreement: I can clean my half of the room as much as I want and he can keep his as messy as he likes. But today is different. I need to find something. Some sort of clue.
Our six-month is coming up next week. I want to do something special for him. Something to let him know just how much he's meant to me. Unfortunately, my lover is uncharacteristically quiet about himself. Sure, he loves to be the life of the party, to talk to everybody... but not about himself. Never about himself.
I understand why. His parents never paid much attention to him when he was young. He used to try everything to get them to acknowledge him. He settled for just doing whatever they asked, instantly. He catered to their every need, but never really asked anything for himself. I'm not sure he knows how.
That's why it has to be something really special, something he's always wanted. I bribed Cye this morning. I'm doing all the laundry for a month and Cye's keeping Rowen out of the house today. Just so I can look for clues. I'm sure I'll find something. After all, I've got all day.
[Cye]
I hear footfalls on the staircase next to the kitchen. That would be Rowen, stumbling down for his midmorning coffee. He enters the kitchen and sits at the table, looking like a drowned blue squirrel.
He's not too happy to be up this early. Hah... early - I guess it is all relative. I never thought that 10 in the morning was that early. Sometimes I wonder what he'd do if the Dynasty decided to invade again. Sleep right through it, probably.
I plop a pot of coffee in front of him. That perks him up a little bit. At least he looks a little bit coherent. "Rowen?" My response is a slow, bleary glance over the edge of his humongous java cup. "I've got to go into town today. I promised Mia that I'd pick up a few things for her. I could use a bit of help. Would you come with me?"
He blinks, then nods slowly. I think I'll get him another pot before we go. I really dislike it when he's like this; it's too hard to talk to him. I'll wait until he's a little more awake. Then we'll head out.
To Be Continued...
R+R, please?
By Dragoni
Warning: This contains shounen-ai. Boy/boy romance. Don't like it? Don't read it. Don't flame me.
Disclaimers: I don't own the Ronin Warriors - I'm just playing with them a little bit. This is fanfiction, I did not make any money off it. (Believe me there!) The only thing that's mine is the idea for the story.
[Rowen]
The morning sun glares sharply in my eyes, disrupting the sleep I only just settled down to. Growling slightly, I tear the pillow out from under my head and throw it at the offending light.
That was a dumb move. Not only is the piercing light still preying on my shut eyelids, but now I have nothing to hide under. Another ineffective growl rumbles forth from my lips. I hate mornings. I probably shouldn't have been up so late last night, but there was that killer party...
/You could just roll over, you know./ Sage's voice glides through my mind. As if he ever feels this way in the morning. Not Mr. Up-Practicing-With-The-Sun. It isn't bad advice, though... Hmph... just turn over.
THUD.
Ow. That hurt. I guess I'm really not getting back to sleep this morning. I mean, I'd have to move anyway... at least to get back on the bed. But... well, the floor *is* rather comfortable. Maybe I'll just stay here.
"Are you alright, love?" Sage's voice sparkles with laughter. His wooden practice sword prods me repeatedly. Some days I almost regret having a roommate. Especially Sage. Three months since he moved into my room - and he still doesn't get it. I just hate mornings. They start too damned early, if you ask me. The day shouldn't really start until some reasonable hour. Like noon.
So why won't he let me go back to sleep already? That stupid piece of wood feels like it's trying to send morse code off my back. *He* thinks I've slept enough tonight.
"Alright! I'm up!" That comes out a little rougher than I meant it to, and my eyes squint open to see a vaguely startled look cross his face. Serves him right. Shaking off some of my weariness, I grab some clothes and head toward the bathroom. A nice hot shower and a steaming cup of coffee sure sound good now. Hn. I wish they had coffee showers. That'd make mornings easier - one less stop.
[Sage]
I silently watch as my blue-haired angel leaves the room. That was a bit harsh. Especially opening the shade so it would hit him right in the eyes. That's okay, though. I'll make it up to him tonight. Besides, I needed him out of the room. I have work to do.
We're so different. Sometimes, I'm not sure what draws us together. I'm a morning person; he's not. I relax in the dojo, practicing my moves and honing my skills; he'd rather curl up with an essay explaining the practical uses for camel spit. He is so disorganized... He calls me a neat freak, says I worry too much about little things. I guess I do sometimes, not that I'd admit it to anyone. Still, it wouldn't hurt him to be a little less messy.
Especially since I've got to clean it up. Well, not clean it, precisely... we have an agreement: I can clean my half of the room as much as I want and he can keep his as messy as he likes. But today is different. I need to find something. Some sort of clue.
Our six-month is coming up next week. I want to do something special for him. Something to let him know just how much he's meant to me. Unfortunately, my lover is uncharacteristically quiet about himself. Sure, he loves to be the life of the party, to talk to everybody... but not about himself. Never about himself.
I understand why. His parents never paid much attention to him when he was young. He used to try everything to get them to acknowledge him. He settled for just doing whatever they asked, instantly. He catered to their every need, but never really asked anything for himself. I'm not sure he knows how.
That's why it has to be something really special, something he's always wanted. I bribed Cye this morning. I'm doing all the laundry for a month and Cye's keeping Rowen out of the house today. Just so I can look for clues. I'm sure I'll find something. After all, I've got all day.
[Cye]
I hear footfalls on the staircase next to the kitchen. That would be Rowen, stumbling down for his midmorning coffee. He enters the kitchen and sits at the table, looking like a drowned blue squirrel.
He's not too happy to be up this early. Hah... early - I guess it is all relative. I never thought that 10 in the morning was that early. Sometimes I wonder what he'd do if the Dynasty decided to invade again. Sleep right through it, probably.
I plop a pot of coffee in front of him. That perks him up a little bit. At least he looks a little bit coherent. "Rowen?" My response is a slow, bleary glance over the edge of his humongous java cup. "I've got to go into town today. I promised Mia that I'd pick up a few things for her. I could use a bit of help. Would you come with me?"
He blinks, then nods slowly. I think I'll get him another pot before we go. I really dislike it when he's like this; it's too hard to talk to him. I'll wait until he's a little more awake. Then we'll head out.
To Be Continued...
R+R, please?
