AN: Thanks to all who have responded and given me greet reviews and feedback. It has given me a more positive feeling about this story and my writing! Big huggles to Lady Genrou who has helped me in everyway possible in getting this story posted and giving me her honest opinion. Love ya!
In case you didnt see the first page, this has Shounen ai and possible yaoi content.
I own not one bloody thing of FY, all use of the characters are for my own enjoyment.
Now, on to the story which becomes as much as a surprise to me as anyone else as it unfolds..
Hotohori actually took an hour and half to get ready as he had trouble trying to decide what to wear and wanting to make sure his hair turned out just right. He stared at himself for the fifth time and smiled nervously at his reflection. "I am going to do this," he thought, a strange sensation of fluttering butterflies in his stomach choosing that moment to appear. "You shouldnt get too excited.. this is only a friendly dinner. He may not even be interested in you in that way."
Hotohori frowned and chased that thought from his head. He knew enjoyed Nurikos company and didnt want to spoil it by thinking negative thoughts through the whole evening. After giving a sixth glance at his casual sweater and slacks, then a critical eye to his perfectly done hair, he left his apartment to head over across to his new friends.
His knock was answered by Nuriko calling for him to come in and as he did so, he heard his voice coming from the kitchen. " I know its only a few weeks away, Im sure that your fight was only the results of nerves, Yui. Dont worry too much about it." Nuriko looked up when he walked in and smiled, holding up a finger as he did so and Hotohori nodded, looking at the nicely set up table complete with a decorative table cloth ("more animals.. why am I not surprised?", he thought smiling.) and flowers in a blue crystal vase. "He said What? no.. Im sure he didnt mean it.. oh, dont cry, Yui. I met Suboshi remember? I have a good idea why hes panicking. He loves you very much. Look, do this for me, when he returns and yes, he will later tonight, just sit and talk with him. Hes afraid and I can tell hes not used to being afraid of anything. This is just getting to him as the time is getting closer to the wedding. Will you do this for me? Good...thats much better. Ill talk to you tomorrow. Bye bye."
" You have to go through THAT all of the time?", he asked incredulously. Nuriko placed the phone on the counter and shrugged as he gestured to the table for him to sit down.
" I dont mind. Every soon to be married couple gets what I call the Scared and Cold Feet Syndrome. They are so loving and patient with each other until the true countdown starts. They just need someone to take their hands and listen to them, then tell them what they want to hear." Nuriko sat down across from him and smiled, as his eyes swept over him. "You look very nice."
Hotohori smiled, his face flushing slightly with pleasure. "Thank you, Nuriko. The food smells delicious." He instantly began serving himself from the dishes that he had set on the table and took a bite, unaware of Nurikos gaze while he held his breath for Hotohoris verdict. "It appears that the aroma is only second to the taste. This is the best I have had in a long time."
Nurikos face lit up with a grin and started eating." Well, you know that your palate has been subjected to grocery store meals. I personally only like the fried chicken and a few of their pasta salads. Its a wonder you arent thinner than I am."
"If I could cook as well as you, i would have to work alot harder to keep the weight off. I visit the gym twice a week already."
Before he could stop himself, Nuriko replied, "Whenever you need a good meal, Ill cook for you", then blushed the moment it escaped his lips.
"Ill keep it in mind," he smiled in response. There was a period of silence between them as they ate, enjoying each other company, now and then looking up at each other. Finally, it was Nuriko who broke the quiet with a question. " So, where are you from originally? I would guess some place like New York."
" Youre right, "Hotohori blinked." How did you know?"
" Most of the rich people I have ever known or heard of comes from either New York City or Los Angeles, but never from the middle of the country. I wonder why is that.. Anyway, what are you doing here in a boring place like this?"
" I need to establish my own independence from my familys name and wealth, Nuriko. I suppose I sound like one of those spoiled rich children who only want to get on their own to spite their parents..."
" No, no." Nuriko set his fork down and steepled his hands together to rest his chin on. "You are spoiled, but not in an annoying way such as that. Go on, Please."
Hothori sighed as he helped himself to another serving of rice. " My family is quite old fashioned when it comes to futures of their offspring. They prefer their children to follow in their footsteps or in the career that has been chosen for them. My father is a successful attorney as my grandfather before him. My mother does not work, but is always entertaining guests for my father."
" An attorney, huh? You dont look like an attorney. I cant picture you in a stuffy courtroom in front of an ancient judge , spewing out legal stuff all day."
Hotohori shuddered at the thought. "Agreed, I hated the law ever since I was ten years old and my father took me in one of his court cases. I tried to please him by listening to him and my grandfather discuss my future and their own past triumphs, but it was driving me insane. Finally, when I graduated from high school, I told them both that I had chosen not to attend Harvard, but a small business college."
"They didnt take it too well, I suppose," Nuriko asked, sympathetically.
"To say in the least. We fought then, and still fight about it to this day. As soon as my classes were complete, I left home and here I am."
"I admire you, for sticking to your beliefs and taking a chance Im sure your father wishes he could of taken. " Nuriko told him, kindly.
Changing the subject, Hotohori wiped his mouth as he eyed the wedding gown, now in plastic from its place hanging on the door. " Your turn, how did you learn how to do that?"
Nuriko rose from his chair and started clearing the table, his face slightly losing its cheerful expression. "Oh, I always liked to sew and I knew I had a natural talent for it. But, it was wedding gowns that held my interest.. the veils, the detailed stitching in the lace.. My father wasnt happy either, I can tell you that. I mean, a son of his sewing womens clothes when he could learn a more manly trade such as construction or architecture, like him." Hotohori stood to help him, but Nuriko waved his hand, shaking his head. " The first time you eat here, you are a guest. the next time, you are helping me do the dishes."
Hotohori watched him for a minute, then asked him," Are you busy tomorrow evening? If not, would you like to maybe have dinner with me again, my treat this time and then a movie, perhaps?" Nuriko turned around, his heart and mind in a conflict. He looked up at him, about to say no, but the hopeful look on his face changed his mind.
"Alright, but I have to meet Miaka and her fiancee first. Then , I have to take her to meet the caterers. After that, Im free. Say, would you like to join us? We can right after Im finished with them."
Hotohori thought about it, then decided that any time spent with Nuriko was fine enough and agreed, then looked at the time, frowning. he had planned a early morning meeting with his employees. " I hate to call it a night, but I have to get up really early in the morning." Nuriko smiled as he walked him to the door and opened it for him. " I had a good time talking to you, Nuriko.." he said, his eyes looking deep into his rose ones and saw him blush faintly, before nodding.
" Me too, Hotohori. See you around 6 tomorrow." Then he leaned over and kissed his cheek and closed the door on a stunned and slightly disappointed Hotohori who was wanting a more intimate kiss. Then, he smiled and started walking to towards his door, already deciding to at least steal one true kiss before the evening was over tomorrow and that he was already starting to fall for him. Giving one last look at Nurikos door, he went inside and began to get ready for bed.
AN: Comments please! Ill keep going as long as I keep getting good reviews! Thanks for reading!
In case you didnt see the first page, this has Shounen ai and possible yaoi content.
I own not one bloody thing of FY, all use of the characters are for my own enjoyment.
Now, on to the story which becomes as much as a surprise to me as anyone else as it unfolds..
Hotohori actually took an hour and half to get ready as he had trouble trying to decide what to wear and wanting to make sure his hair turned out just right. He stared at himself for the fifth time and smiled nervously at his reflection. "I am going to do this," he thought, a strange sensation of fluttering butterflies in his stomach choosing that moment to appear. "You shouldnt get too excited.. this is only a friendly dinner. He may not even be interested in you in that way."
Hotohori frowned and chased that thought from his head. He knew enjoyed Nurikos company and didnt want to spoil it by thinking negative thoughts through the whole evening. After giving a sixth glance at his casual sweater and slacks, then a critical eye to his perfectly done hair, he left his apartment to head over across to his new friends.
His knock was answered by Nuriko calling for him to come in and as he did so, he heard his voice coming from the kitchen. " I know its only a few weeks away, Im sure that your fight was only the results of nerves, Yui. Dont worry too much about it." Nuriko looked up when he walked in and smiled, holding up a finger as he did so and Hotohori nodded, looking at the nicely set up table complete with a decorative table cloth ("more animals.. why am I not surprised?", he thought smiling.) and flowers in a blue crystal vase. "He said What? no.. Im sure he didnt mean it.. oh, dont cry, Yui. I met Suboshi remember? I have a good idea why hes panicking. He loves you very much. Look, do this for me, when he returns and yes, he will later tonight, just sit and talk with him. Hes afraid and I can tell hes not used to being afraid of anything. This is just getting to him as the time is getting closer to the wedding. Will you do this for me? Good...thats much better. Ill talk to you tomorrow. Bye bye."
" You have to go through THAT all of the time?", he asked incredulously. Nuriko placed the phone on the counter and shrugged as he gestured to the table for him to sit down.
" I dont mind. Every soon to be married couple gets what I call the Scared and Cold Feet Syndrome. They are so loving and patient with each other until the true countdown starts. They just need someone to take their hands and listen to them, then tell them what they want to hear." Nuriko sat down across from him and smiled, as his eyes swept over him. "You look very nice."
Hotohori smiled, his face flushing slightly with pleasure. "Thank you, Nuriko. The food smells delicious." He instantly began serving himself from the dishes that he had set on the table and took a bite, unaware of Nurikos gaze while he held his breath for Hotohoris verdict. "It appears that the aroma is only second to the taste. This is the best I have had in a long time."
Nurikos face lit up with a grin and started eating." Well, you know that your palate has been subjected to grocery store meals. I personally only like the fried chicken and a few of their pasta salads. Its a wonder you arent thinner than I am."
"If I could cook as well as you, i would have to work alot harder to keep the weight off. I visit the gym twice a week already."
Before he could stop himself, Nuriko replied, "Whenever you need a good meal, Ill cook for you", then blushed the moment it escaped his lips.
"Ill keep it in mind," he smiled in response. There was a period of silence between them as they ate, enjoying each other company, now and then looking up at each other. Finally, it was Nuriko who broke the quiet with a question. " So, where are you from originally? I would guess some place like New York."
" Youre right, "Hotohori blinked." How did you know?"
" Most of the rich people I have ever known or heard of comes from either New York City or Los Angeles, but never from the middle of the country. I wonder why is that.. Anyway, what are you doing here in a boring place like this?"
" I need to establish my own independence from my familys name and wealth, Nuriko. I suppose I sound like one of those spoiled rich children who only want to get on their own to spite their parents..."
" No, no." Nuriko set his fork down and steepled his hands together to rest his chin on. "You are spoiled, but not in an annoying way such as that. Go on, Please."
Hothori sighed as he helped himself to another serving of rice. " My family is quite old fashioned when it comes to futures of their offspring. They prefer their children to follow in their footsteps or in the career that has been chosen for them. My father is a successful attorney as my grandfather before him. My mother does not work, but is always entertaining guests for my father."
" An attorney, huh? You dont look like an attorney. I cant picture you in a stuffy courtroom in front of an ancient judge , spewing out legal stuff all day."
Hotohori shuddered at the thought. "Agreed, I hated the law ever since I was ten years old and my father took me in one of his court cases. I tried to please him by listening to him and my grandfather discuss my future and their own past triumphs, but it was driving me insane. Finally, when I graduated from high school, I told them both that I had chosen not to attend Harvard, but a small business college."
"They didnt take it too well, I suppose," Nuriko asked, sympathetically.
"To say in the least. We fought then, and still fight about it to this day. As soon as my classes were complete, I left home and here I am."
"I admire you, for sticking to your beliefs and taking a chance Im sure your father wishes he could of taken. " Nuriko told him, kindly.
Changing the subject, Hotohori wiped his mouth as he eyed the wedding gown, now in plastic from its place hanging on the door. " Your turn, how did you learn how to do that?"
Nuriko rose from his chair and started clearing the table, his face slightly losing its cheerful expression. "Oh, I always liked to sew and I knew I had a natural talent for it. But, it was wedding gowns that held my interest.. the veils, the detailed stitching in the lace.. My father wasnt happy either, I can tell you that. I mean, a son of his sewing womens clothes when he could learn a more manly trade such as construction or architecture, like him." Hotohori stood to help him, but Nuriko waved his hand, shaking his head. " The first time you eat here, you are a guest. the next time, you are helping me do the dishes."
Hotohori watched him for a minute, then asked him," Are you busy tomorrow evening? If not, would you like to maybe have dinner with me again, my treat this time and then a movie, perhaps?" Nuriko turned around, his heart and mind in a conflict. He looked up at him, about to say no, but the hopeful look on his face changed his mind.
"Alright, but I have to meet Miaka and her fiancee first. Then , I have to take her to meet the caterers. After that, Im free. Say, would you like to join us? We can right after Im finished with them."
Hotohori thought about it, then decided that any time spent with Nuriko was fine enough and agreed, then looked at the time, frowning. he had planned a early morning meeting with his employees. " I hate to call it a night, but I have to get up really early in the morning." Nuriko smiled as he walked him to the door and opened it for him. " I had a good time talking to you, Nuriko.." he said, his eyes looking deep into his rose ones and saw him blush faintly, before nodding.
" Me too, Hotohori. See you around 6 tomorrow." Then he leaned over and kissed his cheek and closed the door on a stunned and slightly disappointed Hotohori who was wanting a more intimate kiss. Then, he smiled and started walking to towards his door, already deciding to at least steal one true kiss before the evening was over tomorrow and that he was already starting to fall for him. Giving one last look at Nurikos door, he went inside and began to get ready for bed.
AN: Comments please! Ill keep going as long as I keep getting good reviews! Thanks for reading!
