Disclaimer: I only own the plot, not the character of Gakuen Heaven or Fullmetal Alchemist.
warning: as usual, this story will have male/male relation on it, some crack, and sorta fairy tail typical. so those who against it, please return immediately. and, i'm not native english, error were expected.
a/n : whoops, it's been a long time since I write for gakuen heaven fic. Not so long ago ,well months ago, I was typing Keita-something, but the mood just lasting for days. By some request by THiaLieN, I hereby proudly brought to you another OmixKaoru.
I didn't know how this fic will lead so far. So, if you have a or some request, let me know so I can add it to the soon-to-be-plot. For now,
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Chapitre 1. Nice to Meet You
Omi was barely awake when he hears a persistent knocking on his door. He glances at the wood panel window that shows nothing, the view was blocked by scratched curtain. Judged from the chill of the air, he noticed that it still too early to wake up. Damn, it even way too early to visit other people let alone rudely knocking someone's door.
Grunting, Omi throws the blanket over his head. Thinking if he kept ignorant, the knocking will cease. Only, it seems that ignorant isn't bliss at that very moment.
Groaning loudly with colorful choice of words, Omi -finally- throw the cover off of himself before sit up and put on his shoes. Quickly, he grabs nearby coat to look more decent, as decent as a roughly waken man could be, before stomps off his bedroom toward the front door.
Opening the door with frown marring his face.
However, whoever it was on the other end of the door didn't seem to notice that the door was open, keeps knocking on the surface that felt different under the hand. When the 'guest' noticed that it was someone's board chest rather than solid door, 'the guest' pulled the hand abruptly with a high pitched squeal.
"Oh, I'm sorry… I didn't know that… I'm deeply apologize…" 'the guest' saying sincerely.
The figure in front of him was hidden by overflowing dark coat, the hood help obscure the face so Omi can't see whoever it was. Not that he noticed the deep voice that strangely has a tinkling on it.
Too bad that it only pissed Omi more, only if 'the guest' noticed how his full lip twitch, because he didn't know what the stranger doing here in front of his door and babbling about something he didn't know.
How he supposed to know if he didn't get a damn word at all?
A glance at the direction where the sun rise, there was nothing else other than black and glittering stars that mocking his new day.
"I'm here to pay you back for your kindness, young man," 'the guest' smiling brightly, "Let me help you with something."
Omi thought that this person whoever it was, will stop bothering him so he can resume the sleep before he has to work. The deep-tinkling voice of the stranger didn't lit Omi's mood. Quite the opposite, it sent shiver on his spine, as if he was talking with non-human creature, though Omi insisted that it was the chilling morning wind's doing.
"Anything will fine as long as it didn't harm other people or the nature's stability. So, young farmer man, let me grant what you…"
Omi chose that time to close the door. With a loud bang.
"…wish… for…"
In front of the intruder's face.
"Tcheh, what a very rude of you to ignore me, farmerling,"the stranger was about to banging the door again, only louder this time, when something struggling out from the coat.
The mini creature with shape of a little plump-lizard with pair of little wings on its spiked back, has a cross on its forehead.
"Mabey it too e'ly, Kao'u. 'Uman 'as diffe'ent sense o' time 'tan us," the tiny chubby dragon-like creature voiced out.
Kaoru inspects the surrounding. The other farm was about half a mile away yet it seems that no activity was held like the current farm Kaoru was in now.
"Hmm, maybe. So, Mikage, do you have any idea?" Kaoru asked the chibi-dragon that nestled finely in the shoulder.
"W'at 'bout food? Eve'ybody love food…" the creature squealing delightly at the mention of food.
"Yeah, sure. It would be nice to have a warm homemade breakfast," Kaoru smile back at the creature.
^,^
Omi once again was stir up from his slumber for the second time that morning. The differences was, now was more decent time to wake up. Instead of persistent annoying knock, Omi caught a pungent smell of something striking his nose.
He hope it wasn't something bad that harming his small wooden house.
Throw off the abused blanket, Omi climbed off of his bed and walked toward the kitchen where he kept most of odor-produced belonging.
Omi didn't know what surprised him most. The fact that it was someone he didn't know who now using his kitchen to stir the pot, or that he expected someone to be there and it was true.
The stranger has pinkish blond hair that curving delicately that fall freely in the shoulder. Other than that, he saw nothing, thanks for the faded white cloak that covers almost everything save for the hand that stirred the thing on the -supposed to be stove-. The hand has slender finger and somehow look unmatched with the humble if not poor surrounding. Omi forget that the stranger entity was mismatched piece of the surrounding entirely.
"I'm glad that you're awake. The soup will ready soon, I hope you like it," the stranger said with the same deep tinkling voice.
Now that Omi thinking about it, this stranger voice sounds like bell that ringing underwater.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my kitchen?" Omi asked with cracking morning voice.
The stranger jumped. Her surprise was obvious in the green eyes when she turned her face.
Omi slightly surprised by this stranger, she has beautiful face. Well, from the slender finger and pinkish hair he thought that she was pretty enough but not this pretty that her face striking his sight.
He saw pretty and beautiful woman many times before but her beauty was indescribable. Her beauty was different, as if she was created from different ingredient from human. She has pale translucent skin that glowing under the warm morning light. Her cheekbone was high on perfect heart shaped face that was carve by angels, the nose, thin and small standing proudly above a pair of supple pink kissable lips, slightly below two emerald gems that was brilliant.
Kaoru, being stared intently by Omi, blushed healthily. Well, who wouldn't by that eyes looking at that way? Besides, she used to staring at Omi from far away, not the otherwise. So, it felt weird somehow.
"Um, is there something on my face?" Kaoru asked before turning her attention back to the bubbling stew to hide her embarrassment.
"What are you doing?" Omi asked instead as he walked closer to peek inside the big pan. His previous anger thrown out of the window.
Kaoru tried her hard to ignore the other human's presence. Back at her own place, nobody came this close except maybe her family and very close relatives which only very few.
"Umm, I don't understand what you were saying. Oh, does it mean that you didn't understand me either?" Kaoru turned to the nearby man only to regret it later.
Their face was so close that Kaoru could count the man's eyelashes. She was drowning in the soft grey eyes that she forgets how to breathe. Through years of observation, she found the man interesting and good looking enough, but being this close… he was… breathtaking…
No, breathtaking not even sufficient to describe Kaoru's feeling. The man was soultaking…
"Oi, the food's boiling," Omi warned the girl who seemed lost in her thought. Not that Omi considers the purple colored thing that bubbling in the pot and has menacing steam been close enough to be called food. But Omi thought it was necessary to prevent whoever this stranger was from burn down his humble house.
The stranger still being unresponsive, made Omi came closer to put the fire off. Well, he keeps the ember for later use. That was when the stranger stepped backward and un-intentionally knocked down the pot.
*a/n : I don't know what term to refer 'kill the fire', can you enlighten me this time? It really disturb me..*
"Watched Out!!" Omi screamed a bit too late as he too pulled the stranger toward him to prevent her hurting herself.
"Argh!!" Kaoru cried loud as he felt something hot stung her back badly before she was grabbed by the man and landing in his chest.
The purple thing was now covered the stranger's back, some of it running down the cloak. But the damage has been done for the stranger clutching her hand at Omi and hissed at the pain. Quickly, Omi put off the stranger's cloak.
"Pull off all your clothes," Omi shouted without thinking as he moved around to retrieve cold water.
Kaoru, didn't understand what Omi said, sat still in the kitchen floor. Her pale fingers clutching at her clothes to soothe the pain to no avail. The burning in her back still painful. Therefore, she was a bit confused and scared when Omi return to her and began pulling her clothes.
"W-W-Wait, w-w-what are you doing?" the pinknette protest weakly as Omi pull up her clothes.
Omi struggles with the inhuman layers and knots of the stranger's clothes which is different from any girl's clothes he often see. But not that what surprised Omi most, it was the girl's flat chest.
"You're a guy…" Omi muttered dumbfounded, ignoring the burn that marring the stranger's back. In that moment, Omi didn't know should be happy that he doesn't need to preserve any girl's dignity, or should he be sad that the beauty creature was actually, a guy.
If the flat chest wasn't indicating the guy as one of, well, guy, then Omi sure that he would find prove south there. Not that he wants to prove anything.
Fortunately, Omi returns to his sense when the guy tried to cover his back again.
"Wait, you better take it off, I'll get the water to cool it down."
Kaoru didn't know what to do, what the silver haired man wanted him to do, so he opted to stay still. He just has a feeling that the kind man willing to help him, again.
Omi returns with a bowl of cool water in hand and with other hand he pulls the stranger to his bedroom. Omi didn't have other decent room that the stranger could lay on, or any cushion since person on his status doesn't afford that kind of thing.
Omi guides the guy lay on his stomach, he was bare of any clothing waist up. The cold water tingling on his burn skin but it makes the pain ebbs, so Kaoru assumes it was okay.
However, he felt shame that he cause trouble again and this time the silver haired human help him again. Actually, Kaoru didn't hope highly after the first time he finally say something to the human. He thought that the young man will hate him for what he did.
"Are you feeling fine, now?" ask Omi with concern.
Kaoru still didn't understand what he says, but he can feel genuine concern there so he smiled for answer. Besides, the calloused fingers and palm that occasionally brush his back soothing him. He wonders when the last time anybody touch him as if he doesn't made of glass so frail that it can easily shattered into million pieces.
"Thank you. For helping me again…" Kaoru stated appreciating.
"Uhm, if you were fine by yourself… I had to go, working you know?" Omi waving his hands vaguely in the air in front of the pinknette.
Kaoru only did what he could do at the moment, smile brightly. Omi smiled in return before stands up and leave the room. He glanced for the last time in his room direction where it was occupied by pretty pinknette inside. That is until he smells something weird from his kitchen and turns his heels outside the door, pretending couldn't smell the 'thing'.
^^,
"Why would you need the ointment for?" ask the raven haired alchemist.
"One of my…" Omi trailed of, he didn't sure how to call the stranger that obviously rudely intruding his house and end up in his bedroom. For getting burn.
"One of your?" the man asked again, this time in teasing tone.
"My guest," Omi replied. "Getting hot food all of his back."
"Hey, you seriously not intentionally rubbing the hot food all over him, right?"
"Of course not," Omi gritted his teeth in irritation. Were this alchemist wasn't the best in the south city, Omi wouldn't come to ask his help.
"Oi, Sir Bastard, you can't pry into other's live. It's rude," one of his students appears from back room with a pot of ointment.
"It's not appropriate coming from your mouth, peanut," the man retorted back.
"Who Do You Call Smaller Than Peanut That Even The Micro Mouth Too Little To Say Anything Appropiate?!!" the blond boy turn furious.
Omi sighed inwardly. The blonde assistant was famous for his sensitivity of his height.
"As much as I want to get the ointment, Sir Mustang, I don't want to witness your lover spat," Omi cut in before everything get out of control.
Both men turn white then while professor Mustang turn red after that, the blond boy turn green, and then purple.
"Uhm, sorry to make you wait, Shichijou'kun. But, you better wash the food off before applied the ointment. And you only need to applied it twice a day." The raven haired alchemist quickly regain his composure as if nothing happen. He was giving his popular business smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Mustang."
Omi exited the building and walked back toward his house at the skirt of the infamous little town Risembool, half a hour riding his good mount, a black tough looking pony.
He would never tell the famous alchemist that his pony has the same name of his family name though. Mustang.
^^,
A/N : so, how was it? Please leave comment so I know that this fanfic was loved. Or accepted. Or wanted.