Author's note: This is a cross between Ouran High School Host Club, Eyeshield 21 and Junjou Romantica with two OCs. It is also a BL, with the pairing YoichiXKyouya. It has six planned chapters but bonus chapters may be added later, depending entirely upon if I come up with them or not. Critique is much appreciated and loved. I hope you enjoy! ^^
Yoichi sighed and rubbed his arms as he trudged through the snow. Being only six, the snow was almost to his knees. But he pressed on, bowing his head to the wind. He walked alongside a wall, until he came to a small hole. He crawled in a bunched up, trying to keep warm as he waited. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long.
"Yoichi! You're already here!" Kyouya said as he emerged from the hole in the wall. Yoichi sneezed.
"Yeah; come on, let's go!" he said. Kyouya nodded, and the two boys made there way into the yard behind the fence. They snuck around the grounds, stopping under a window.
"Here, I'll boost you up," Kyouya said, leaning down and cupping his hands. Yoichi nodded, and stepped up. Kyouya pushed so he could reach the window. But, when Yoichi tried to open it, it wouldn't budge.
"It's stuck!" he said. Kyouya let him down, and the boys looked at each other.
"Stuck, or locked?" Kyouya asked. Yoichi sighed, his breath forming little clouds as he looked away.
"I don't know. But it's cold!" he said. Kyouya said.
"Hello?" the boys jumped as a butler came around the corner, wearing a thick coat.
"Gah! Spotted! Run!" Yoichi said, and turned, Kyouya along with him.
"Wait! Are you Suzuki's friends?" the butler asked. Kyouya grabbed Yoichi's arm to stop him.
"Why? Who are you?" he asked. The butler sighed in relief.
"Oh thank goodness," he said. "My name is Tanaka, I'm a butler for the Usami family. Please, come inside."
"Why? No one let us in before… " Yoichi said, though he paused. A look of grief passed over Tanaka's face.
"Miss. Suzuki… she really wants to see you two," he said softly. The boys looked at each other, then followed as Tanaka took them inside the house. The other servants stared as the boys walked through, but the walk to Suzuki's room was short.
"Tanaka-san, is that… Yoi-chan, Kyo-chan!" Suzuki beamed as she saw the two boys. She tried to rise, but fell back on the pillows behind her. The boys ran forward to greet her.
She lay as pale as her white sheets, her thin brown hair spread around her small face. Her liquid brown eyes showed a bright light of joy, but they were half-sunken in her face, with dark circles. Her feeble smile betrayed her weakness more; the boys pretended not to see.
They spoke for hours about nothing. When they had first met, Suzuki had been the most adventurous of them; they talked about the adventures they used to have in the garden, and made up new ones for the future. Though Suzuki had been in bed for months, they all held out hope she would get better soon. In fact, she looked much better when the boys left for their homes. Her breathing had become deeper and her eyes shone with a healthier light. The boys felt sure they would have the friend that had introduced them back in no time.
And the next day, Suzuki passed away.
"Are you Akihiko?" Kyouya asked. They were at Suzuki's funeral. Yoichi wore one of Kyouya's extra black suits. The older boy examined the both of them; Kyouya standing firm and Yoichi trying not to sniffle behind him.
"I am," he said, slowly. Kyouya held out his hand.
"I'm Ootori Kyouya; this is Hiruma Yoichi," he said as Akihiko shook. "We are – were friends of Suzuki's."
"She wrote about you," Akihiko said. Although he and Suzuki had never met in person, they had shared many letters over the past year.
"And she told us about you," Kyouya said as they dropped hands. "She really wanted to meet you."
"Yeah," Akihiko said, then looked off. "I really wanted to meet her, too."
"Every year," Yoichi said, and the other two looked at him. "I want to come back here every year."
"Yeah," Kyouya said, holding Yoichi's hand. Akihiko nodded. The three looked at the grave. They would keep their unspoken pack for ten years. Then came the year they missed.