A/N: Not only is yaoi not usually my thing (nothing really against it as long as its realized that in canon the characters don't feel that way. Hate when people insist that it's like that in the actual show/book) but also romance (romantic love ain't my thing when it comes to writing), so bare with me please. This idea just came to me, so I'll do my best to do it well and keep it going.
An Alley's Warmth
He calmly sat in the alley way, the filth of the ground having seeped into his pants after no more than a minute, and tried to bring down his harsh breathing.
Farther back laid the bodies of five men, all of them unconscious, and he completely ignored their existence. He tried to ignore the rising heats of his body and the urge to strip off his shirt for some relief.
He had his legs pulled up to his body trying to keep every bit of heat he could within himself and rested his head on his knees, but didn't close his eyes.
He didn't need to have the images that plagued his dreams flash behind his eyelids. Not now, and if he thought about it, not ever.
Munakata calmly walked down the streets and ignored those he passed by. He enjoyed his walks after school, though he didn't get to take them very often. This time had been even harder to pull off as he actually had a fever.
It had taken quite a bit of convincing to be allowed to go to school today, and he was sure he would get quite the earful when he either was caught or made it back home.
But the infrequency, and yes he'd admit the challenge, was why he enjoyed his walks so much, and, therefore, the fever had added to the fun.
Of course even without the extra cunning it had taken him today to escape his chauffer, it truly was splendid to enjoy such experiences that were new and unaccustomed. He was quiet sure that his servants found his whims to be rather bothersome at times, as they were quiet random and sporadic. Well, not to him.
To him they made perfect sense. He merely encountered something that drew his interest and decided to try and experience it himself. Others didn't seem to understand when he tried to explain that to them though, so he had simply given up on trying.
As Munakata walked down the street, he made sure to take in all the sights. Whether they were the beauty of the skies, the mundane buildings, or the filthy alleys that he passed, he wanted to make sure he took it all in.
He knew that life was not merely about the good things and so he made sure he experienced every side of life when given the chance.
He paused in his steps when a flash of vibrant red caught his attention from the alley he was passing.
Interest piqued, he examined the alley more closely and noticed an assortment of human beings on the ground, only one, however, was not lying on the ground as if unconscious or dead, and was actually the source of the red that had grabbed his attention.
The person seemed to be trying to curl themselves into a tight, upright ball. It being mid September, Munakata couldn't fathom the, if his school uniform could be anything to go by, boy was cold. So from having taken in the scene, he could only assume he was injured.
Munakata knew he could not simply walk away when the injury could be serious and drew the coat he wore tighter around him as he walked out of the warm rays of the sun and into the cooler, to him at least, alleyway.
The boy must have heard his approaching footsteps for his head snapped up to look at him. Munakata had not been prepared for the cold apathy of those eyes. Keeping his composure, he took in the boys features.
After the boy's flamboyant hair, his most striking features were his amber eyes. Even when they shown dully with disinterest, Munakata could not deny the beauty of the color. He also noticed creases under his eyes that made the boy look much older than he could have really been.
It made Munakata briefly wonder what this boy had lived and experienced to have already formed them. Munakata didn't have long to wonder, when a deep baritone brought him back to reality.
"Whaddya want?"
Munakata blinked.
"Ah,"
he smiled reassuringly,
"I was merely passing by and couldn't help but notice you here. You aren't perhaps injured are you?"
he asked politely. The boy looked at him with the same disinterested stare, and Munakata calmly watched as the boy assessed him from head to toe.
"So, what if I am? You gonna help?"
came the uncouth reply. Munakata frowned slightly. The boy certainly lacked manners, that was for sure.
"Well, I certainly didn't ask for mere curiosity's sake."
This reply actually brought a slight smirk to the boy's lips, though his eyes remained unchanged.
"Well,"
the boy drawled,
"I ain't injured, but if you're willing to help with that, then you wouldn't mind helping me with a different matter."
The statement irked Munakata to no end.
"If you're not injured, then I can't possibly see what else you would require my assistance for,"
he replied blandly. The boy's smirk grew,
"I'm rather cold,"
he said,
"and would be ever so grateful if you would help warm me up."
Munakata blinked. Had he just heard correctly. Yes, he must have as there was nothing wrong with his hearing. But to make sure all the same, he inquired,
"I beg your pardon?"
The boy snorted.
"Let me have some of that body heat of yours. I'm sure you've got plenty to share."
After a short pause, he replied,
"I'm truly sorry, but I don't believe I can help you,"
but as he began to turn from him, the boy lunged forward, pushing his knees to the ground, and grabbed Munakata's hand. Munakata froze at the iciness that pervaded his senses. There was simply no way a person's body temperature could be so low.
Unless they were perhaps in a blizzard. Even with Munakata's feverish skin, he could tell that the boy's body warmth couldn't be normal. This made Munakata hesitate.
The boy stared up at him, completely calm as before, not a shiver or a bit of fear passed through his body or eyes, but surely if he stayed in this state, he would die.
"Very well,"
he said slowly, but didn't move, as he wasn't exactly sure how he should go about this. The boy, on the other hand seemed to have a pretty good idea. Smirking, he gave a mighty pull on Munakata's hand, forcing Munakata to lose his balance and fall forward.
He managed to slow his fall by placing his hands on the boy's shoulders and only ended up falling to his knees, which were almost instantly soaked in what could only be described as filth. Munakata frowned in displeasure at the boy.
"Now what?"
he asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Sit down against the wall,"
came the reply. Munakata looked at where the boy was motioning in quiet distaste, but, his hand brushed the boy's neck and felt the iciness there, he positioned himself so that he was sitting as told.
He looked at the boy curiously wondering what he was going to do. Honestly, now that he was down here and thinking more clearly, he wondered why the boy hadn't just asked for his coat.
Would that not have sufficed. Apparently not Munakata concluded as the boy proceeded to unbutton his coat and then straddle his legs. Munakata couldn't make a sound of protest before the boy had wrapped his icy arms around him and seemed to try and soak up all of his warmth.
Munakata was once again struck by the lack of shivers from the boy, even when he was this cold, though he was certainly starting to shiver a little himself. Hesitating for a moment as for what to do, he decided to grab the ends of his coat and wrap them along with his arms around the boy.
They stayed like that, not a word between them. It was a rather awkward situation, though, so that wasn't very surprising.
Not only was the position awkward in the fact that he was being straddled by a boy, but the said boy was relatively the same height as he, with rather long legs. In fact, it had to be at least uncomfortable, if not downright painful, for the boy's knees.
Munakata supposed that was just a testament to how desperate the boy was for some warmth. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes, though for Munakata who was the one hugging the block of ice, it felt infinitely longer, when the boy sighed and began to sit up.
To Munakata's annoyance, he made no immediate move to stand up, however. Smirking down slightly at Munakata from his new vantage point, the boy said
"Thanks for your help. Guess I'm in your debt now."
Munakata sighed as he looked up at the boy. Deciding it would only be appropriate to introduce himself, something he realized he should have done from the start, though in his defense he had been rather thrown off by the odd boy on top of him.
"Munakata Reisi."
The boy quirked an eyebrow.
"Bet you're not the fuck ém and leave type, eh?"
Munakata deadpanned at such vulgarity.
"I fail to see how such a thing could relate."
The boy shrugged, apparently having no desire to show how they did.
"Suoh Mikoto."
Munakata was mildly surprised he had received and answering introduction, though he made sure not to show it. He didn't need to give the boy anything else to comment on.
"And by that uniform of yours I suppose you attend Weisman Academy?"
Seeming to finally decide it would be a good idea to vacate his seat on Munakata's lap, Suoh stood up and stretched his legs.
"Yeah, you've heard of it I take it."
Munakata stood as well and couldn't suppress a snort of amusement.
"I believe most everyone has. I suppose a...unique….person such as you would fit right in at such an unusual place."
If Suoh noticed the emphasis on phrasing, he made no comment.
"Well, it's run by a pretty annoying guy, so that explains why it's so fucked up,"
Suoh said. Munakata watched as Suoh leaned against the alley wall and wondered if he cared about how filthy he was getting his uniform, but then, he figured with it almost assuredly having blood on it already, he had no doubts it was Suoh who had fought those other men, that it was a bit of a none-issue now.
Munakata glanced at the before mentioned men and wondered if they truly were dead as he hadn't heard anything from them this entire time.
When looking closely, however, he noticed the slight rise and fall of their chests, or backs depending on their position, and decided they were just thoroughly knocked out.
Glancing back and seeing Suoh observing him, he decided to keep the conversation going. Despite his vulgar speech, he truly was a rather fascinating individual.
"He's foreign, the principal, is he not? That's why the middle school and connecting high school don't follow the usual grade elevations."
"Hn,"
Suoh hummed. Pushing up his glasses slightly, more out of habit than need, he continued thoughtfully
"I have often thought it sounds very…interesting."
This seemed to grab Suoh's attention as he pushed off from the wall with a smirk. Munakata narrowed his eyes suspiciously as Suoh approached him.
"Oh?"
Suoh said as he stopped right in front of him.
"Then maybe you should transfer."
The smirk on Suoh's face seemed to have finally reached his eyes, because they seemed to dance with amusement.
Munakata couldn't quite draw his eyes from them because they were simply beautiful when actually filled with something other than a glazed disinterest of the world around him. At his silence, Suoh continued.
"You could even become the student council president I bet. With your neat looks and polite talking, you'd certainly fit the bill."
Blinking, Munakata took in Suoh's words.
"That certainly does sound interesting."
And it did. To be in such a unique school. And not just that, Suoh would be there. Suoh, whom he found infinitely fascinating for reasons he couldn't even truly grasp. There was something about Suoh that seemed to draw him in.
As if he exuded an aura that called to Munakata. Maybe there would be more people like Suoh there? For some reason, rather than exciting him like it usually would, those words disheartened him.
As if the thought of Suoh not being completely original and one of a kind was a dreadful thing. Well, the idea of there being even more vulgar delinquents such as him was certainly a daunting thought.
"Good."
Suoh replied with a smirk.
"As thanks, I'll make sure the next time I'm sitting in your lap, I'll be the one who's heating you up."
At those words, Suoh strolled out of the alley. Even more befuddling than the words, Munakata actually found himself watching Suoh's behind as he left. Munakata's mind reeled at that.
It wasn't a particularly nice one, nor a particularly bad one. Probably average, though Munakata had never made it a point to stare at other men in such a way.
Certainly compared to women it was rather lacking, but somehow, something about Suoh's figure allured Munakata. He hadn't noticed it before.
Not until Suoh made such a blatant come-on, did Munakata notice his attraction. To think that he, Munakata Reisi, was actually thinking another man was sexy. It was rather absurd.
He couldn't help but chuckle. That seemed to be the word to describe Suoh Mikoto. With a smile still on his face, he called to Suoh just has he was fixing to walk out of sight.
"I look forward to it."
Suoh didn't turn around, but his short bark of laughter told Munakata that he had heard. Truly absurd he thought. Not too much time had passed since he'd entered the alley.
Maybe around twenty minutes, so when he made his way out, not much had changed. It was almost as if the encounter had never happened. But Munakata knew that it certainly had.
Sadly, the one thing that did change was that the extra time seemed to have allowed his men to catch up with him.
"Reisi-sama!"
was yelled from somewhere behind him, and, sure enough, when he turned around, he could see one of his servants hurrying towards him. Certainly having no intentions of doing something as running away, he waited for the poor, out of breath man to catch up.
"Reisi-sama, please,"
the man begged between gasps,
"allow me to call the car and have them come pick us up."
Deciding that he certainly had had plenty of fun today, he decided to give the man a break.
"Yes that sounds fine,"
he replied calmly as he began to button his coat up once again. Now that he was thinking of it, it certainly was cold. Sighing in obvious relief, his servant pulled out his phone and began to dial the appropriate numbers.
He supposed he wouldn't be able to talk his way into going to school tomorrow should he still have a fever, but really that was one of the last things on his mind.
Now, all he was truly worried about was convincing his father to allow him to transfer schools. He was sure it would take quite the effort, even for him, and probably would only happen after he graduated from the ninth grade.
He was sure his father would insist that he at least finish out his time at his current school, which meant an entire school year until he was able to meet Suoh Mikoto again. Truly disappointing.
