Prom Night

Chapter Three: WWND

Shinobu stood before Miyagi with his mouth hanging open.

He could not recall ever seeing his lover looking so handsome, so polished. The usual appearance of the rumpled academic had completely evaporated to be replaced by something dapper and just a tiny bit dangerous. The transformation was amazing and very, very sexy.

Miyagi stepped over to his astonished brat and took Shinobu's chin in his hand. His mouth brushed Shinobu's bottom lip.

Shinobu's agog mouth suddenly closed as he responded to Miyagi's kiss. It did not stay closed for long, however, as their kiss became more fervent and Miyagi's tongue soon sought entrance.

When Shinobu opened himself, their tongues danced together briefly. He was surprised to find that he slightly missed the smoky flavor that was fading as Miyagi cut back on his cigarettes.

Miyagi's tongue slicked across the roof of Shinobu's mouth as he broke the kiss.

"Ummm… What is that I taste? Brandy perhaps?" Miyagi's dark blue eyes shone, they always did when he teased. It was one of the things that both annoyed Shinobu and endeared Miyagi to him.

"Uh… Yes."

Shinobu was surprised that his elder could ascertain what it was he'd consumed. But then again Miyagi's senses had always been remarkable acute.

"A bit, but not too much." Shinobu blushed as he quoted Miyagi's earlier admonition on the consumption of alcohol. He was still reeling from this astounding turn of events.

"You know if you're tired we can stay just stay in." Miyagi stepped around behind Shinobu and wrapped long arms around him. He nipped Shinobu's earlobe affectionately.

Shinobu pushed back, breaking free from the embrace. He turned and faced Miyagi.

"Oh, hell no, Old Man! You can't make an offer like that and then think I'm not going to take you up on it!"

Miyagi looked at Shinobu's bright eyes and beamed. He was struck by the strong urge to reach over and ruffle Shinobu's honeyed-head and then thought the better of it.

Looking at the striking young man standing before him, he realized that Shinobu was probably getting too old for that sort of display. The thought brought just a hint of sadness to his smile, but he recovered himself quickly.

"Excellent, shall we go then?" He offered Shinobu his arm once more.

As they walked to Miyagi's car, Shinobu gradually recovered from the stunned sensation that had overwhelmed him when he first saw his lover in the apartment. He was thinking about Miyagi in his tux and all the preparation his elder seemed to have put into this moment.

He stopped just by the passenger door of the car and put his hand over Miyagi's.

"Wait... How in the hell did you know I would be home early, Old Man?" Shinobu hoped his blush looked indignant and not embarrassed.

"I could have stayed out all night and you would have just been there waiting for me like an idiot."

Miyagi made a gallant display of opening the door. He was amused by Shinobu's scowl. He waited until the teen had slid into the car before he responded.

"First, Shu-chin, I knew you couldn't stand to stay away from me for that long.

"Really who could blame you? I am a rather irresistible after all." Miyagi's tone was teasing as he said this.

"Second." His voice was a bit more serious, though still light. "I told you to stay out until at least midnight, and when was the last time you ever did something I told you to do?"

Miyagi laughed as he gently closed the door on the blushing Shinobu before his boy had any opportunity to offer a smart retort.

Shinobu remained silent for a time after this. He watched Miyagi carefully, waiting for some explanation of their unfolding events.

Finally, unable to keep his curiosity in check, as they were speeding through the city, he asked, "So where is it exactly that we're going and what exactly is it that we're doing?"

"Ah… it's a surprise." Miyagi smiled mysteriously

Shinobu could tell that whatever it was Miyagi had planned, his elder just a bit nervous. He watched as Miyagi unconsciously reached towards his breast pocket and heard him curse softly at the pack that wasn't there.

Smoking was one of Miyagi's great tools for deflection.

"A packet from Teito University came in the mail for you today." Miyagi said suddenly, trying to fill the awkward silence in the car.

"Oh?" Shinobu's voice was casual.

Two can play at this game of seeming mysterious.

He'd filled out some applications for college recently and had gotten accepted to most of them.

He hadn't really said anything about it to Miyagi yet. He was a little embarrassed to, especially after all the fuss he'd made when they'd first gotten together about wanting to go to "M" University and study Literature.

A few months prior, when they had been engaged in one of their nightly dinner time debates, Miyagi had at last conceded an argument to him and had offered:

"You know, Shu, as much as you like to argue, with your mind and that mouth, you really should consider going into something like law."

He had said it halfway joking as he'd stood to gather their dishes from the table, thus signifying the end of that evening's oratory event, but the comment for some reason had taken root in Shinobu's mind.

The more he'd thought about it, the more the idea really appealed to him. It was for this reason that he'd decided to fill out an application for "T" University's Law program. He'd been both pleased and surprised when he'd gotten in.

Shinobu knew that Miyagi had been watching the letters from all the various colleges come in the mail.

He was surprised that his elder hadn't said something to him yet. Instead, Miyagi just silently handed them over as they arrived. So far, though Shinobu knew well Miyagi's curious nature, the man had never even once knocked on the door when he'd retreated into his room to read them.

"Um, Miyagi," Shinobu wondered if now was the best time to tell Miyagi at last.

Miyagi glanced over, one eyebrow slightly cocked.

In his tux Miyagi suddenly looked to Shinobu like a very hot, Japanese James Bond. This thought slipped straight from his mind and down into his cock. He pulled on the legs of his slacks trying to loosen the fabric that that all of a sudden seemed way too tight.

Shinobu wondered if Miyagi had any idea what he was able to do to him sometimes with just a single look. He looked away blushing, as always, and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I uh, sent in an application to Teito University."

"And?"

"Well, ummm… I got in."

Miyagi's eyes had gone back to the road, but at this news they drifted once more over to Shinobu.

"Honestly, Shinobu, I don't know why you sound surprised. I mean, come on, Brat; we both know you're brilliant."

Shinobu's head snapped back around.

Is Miyagi teasing me?"

He was shocked to find when he finally met Miyai's eyes; he seemed instead to be completely serious. This rare bit of praise from the one he revered sent a burst of warmth radiating throughout his chest.

"Better, watch it Shu," Miyagi turned his head back to the road. "You almost smiled there."

"You're an ass, Old Man," Shinobu settled back down into the seat, crossing his arms in a feigned display of perturbation, though really he was still quite pleased.

"Ah, that's more like it, Brat. You had me worried there for a moment."

The two sat in content silence for a few minutes before Miyagi asked, "So, what do you think you're going to study, should you decide to grace the halls of T with your wonderful presence?"

"Well," Shinobu hated the hesitancy he heard creeping into his voice. "I…uh, applied to their law program. That's where I…um… got accepted."

He started to panic as Miyagi, hurriedly though skillfully pulled the car over. Shinobu's anxiety evaporated as quickly as it had come on, however, when Miyagi suddenly leaned over, took his face between large hands and kissed him, hard.

"What was that for?" Shinobu gasped when Miyagi finally released him.

"Congratulations of course! That is such great news. I'm proud of you!" Then Miyagi's face suddenly darkened. "Wait, you are going to go there. Right?"

"What? Y-you mean you're not mad at me?"

"Why in the hell would I be mad at you Shinobu?"Miyagi looked truly confused.

"Well, you know, after I said all that stuff about M University and literature."

"Shinobu, I want you to be your own man, to follow your own dreams.

"To be truthful, I would have probably been upset, if after all the time we've spent together you hadn't altered your decision and still wanted to trail me around the halls of 'M.'

"No, just as long as you don't decide that fate is a laughable concept I am delighted with your change of mind." Miyagi sat back and restarted the car. "That gives us two things to celebrate tonight."

Shinobu was touched by his lover's words. And while Miyagi's articulation of happiness about him pursuing law school thrilled him. His request that he maintain his belief in fate thrilled Shinobu even more.

Miyagi eased the car back on to the road and soon they were cruising through the city again.

Shinobu studied his elder intently as they drove. There was something decidedly different about his lover this evening. "So, you said two things to celebrate, so what's the other?"

"I told you already, I'm taking you to your Prom, well okay, not your prom really… more like ours."

Shinobu gaped. What are you talking about?"

Miyagi sighed. "Shinobu, how many dates have we been on in the time that we've known each other, and grocery shopping together, or catching a bite after classes before we go home doesn't count."

Shinobu racked his brain, trying to come up with a number and was shocked to find that with the exclusions provided that he was having a hard time finding even one. "Well, I guess there was that time that you took me to your Sensei's grave."

"Nope, that doesn't count. That was more like an abduction."

The realization of what Miyagi had just asked him and the answer he came up with saddened Shinobu. "Well, then I guess none really."

"Exactly, we have been together for over a year and haven't even ever had a proper date. Don't you think it's about time we had one?"

"Miyagi, why is this suddenly an issue, I mean it never seemed to bother you before.

"You're not sick or something are you?" Shinobu found that one of the drawbacks of having a lover so much older than himself was that he constantly worried that something would go wrong physically with Miyagi. He didn't think he could bear it if something serious ever happened to his beloved elder.

"What? No!" Miyagi sounded irritated. Shinobu's constant monitoring of his health made the man feel as though his young lover thought he was delicate and he hated it.

"Look, I'm going to tell you something… I had a conversation with Kamijou a few weeks back," Miyagi started.

"That ass! Hrrupmh," Shinobu huffed and slouched down in his seat.

"Petulance does not become you Shu-chin," Miyagi gently chided. This comment only increased Shinobu's scowl.

"Look, you're right," Miyagi said, trying to soothe the teen's insecurity. "The man is an ass, a temperamental basket case, and many more things. This is why I am not, and will never be, interested in him." He shot Shinobu a significant look as he said this and the teen seemed to be slightly mollified by these words.

"But he is kind of a friend... And someone I know I can trust and talk to about certain aspects of my life that I can't share with anyone else at the moment."

"You could share them with me." Shinobu said coldly.

"Not when you are the subject of conversation I can't." Miyagi's tone was exasperated.

"What!" Shinobu cried. "You're talking about me with the Demon!"

"Look Shu, I can see how that would be disconcerting for you, but we'd been drinking a bit and…" Miyagi glanced over and saw the storm building in gray eyes. He sighed heavily.

"Can we just table that element of the story for a minute, so that I can tell you this?"

Miyagi took the stony silence as consent.

"As I was saying, Kamijou and I had been drinking a bit and then he starts talking to me about that 'roomate' of his." Miyagi shook his head.

"The things that guy says when you get a little liquor in him. You know sober, it's like pulling teeth to get him to say anything, but when he's drunk. It's lucky for him, he never remembers any of what he says or he would have committed seppuku years ago from the shame of it.

Anyway, he starts telling me about when his boyfriend left him to go to America and he suddenly realized that the whole time they'd been going out they'd never really had a proper date. Just grabbing dinner together when their schedules allowed, taking the long way to the train station so they could try and hold hands in the dark for a few minutes where no one would see them. And I was sitting there thinking how tragic… truly tragic.

And then I thought about us and how things are really not all that different.

Then Kamijou told about this time he tried to take Kusama-san out for his birthday, but things fell through because the doctor had to work and how he tried to fix it." Miyagi shuddered involuntarily at the Demon's description of what he'd done to Kusama and then what the giant had done to him. "Like I said, when Kamijou gets drunk…TMI."

Shinobu couldn't help but grin a bit hearing the abbreviated slang roll of his literary lover's tongue: Miyagi usually railed against the use of such phrases, decrying the corruption of language and the death of formal expression.

" Ah, excuse me, I digressed a bit there, Shu… So, back to the subject at hand, you know how I said a while back that I didn't want you to find yourself in your thirties looking back on a wasted youth?"

Miyagi continued, "I realized in that moment, that I was speaking just as much about myself. Here I am in my thirties, looking back at all the years I lost mourning. Now I have you in my life and I don't want to waste our time together."

There were a hundred things that Shinobu wanted to say to Miyagi in this moment, but it was so rare that the man was so open with him, he forced himself to remain silent.

"So, I told Kamijou about your Prom. How much I was bothered by the fact that I couldn't go with you and I had no idea how to make it better.

Then Kamijou tells me this funny thing. He said that he had these crazy American exchange students in one of his classes that were always wearing stuff that had the letters WWJD on it.

He asked them one day what the significance of the letters was and they told him it stood for 'What Would Jesus Do?'' Then they asked Kamijou if he would like to know Jesus. He said he told them 'No thank you' and then he said to me, 'Why would I need Jesus when I have Nowaki?'

He also said, that since then he had made some improvements in his life after he'd adopted the WWND philosophy."

"WWND?" Shinobu asked.

"Yes, 'What Would Nowaki Do?'

Kamijou told me, now, when he gets into a situation where he doesn't know what to do, he tries to figure out what Nowaki would do and if it isn't too stupid or embarrassing, he does it. So, I decided to follow Kamijou's advice and so I called Kusama-san and told him about your prom and asked him what to do.

Boy… Kamijou was right, that guy is a ridiculous, romantic sap. But he did give me the solution to my problem."

"Which was?" Shinobu was now truly curious.

"That if you couldn't bring me to your Prom, then I should bring the Prom to you and look... Now we're here."

Shinobu had been noticing that they had left the busier part of the city and as they had driven, their surroundings had become a bit older looking, slightly run down, but still genteel. They had just pulled up to an aged looking hotel. Its facade reflected a sort of stoic dignity that decried the urban upheaval, the race for the new and the shiny, taking place around it.

A valet immediately stepped up as they pulled alongside the curb. Miyagi turned the car off and stepped out, popping the trunk before he did.

As the valet opened his door and Shinobu emerged from the car he saw that there were a couple of packed cases in the trunk. Miyagi gave the valet some instructions, his car keys, and a tip and then stepped up alongside Shinobu, who was gazing up at the front of the HOTEL LOVELY.

"Sorry I couldn't get them to change the name for us." Miyagi sounded a bit embarrassed. He surprised Shinobu by putting his arm around the his shoulders and pulling him close, even though they were out on the street.

"And I know it's not new or slick or flashy, which is kind of how I imagined your Prom should be, but you know I'm a little old school, and since I'm doing this, I kind of had to do it my way."

Shinobu looked at the man standing next to him. He didn't want to get weepy, that was a trait he was trying hard to leave behind, but still he couldn't help but feel his eyes well up with tears, at the fact Miyagi, his Miyagi, had gone to all this trouble for him.

Shinobu leaned his head against a broad shoulder and felt Miyagi tip his head slightly to rest his cheek against his crown.

If the night ended right here, it would already have been perfect. Shinobu moved his head, looked up at Miyagi ."I wouldn't have wanted you to do it any other way."

"So... umm," Miyagi sounded just the slightest bit nervous. "Shall we get this party started?"

Shinobu smiled. "I'd love to." And under Miyagi's gentle wing he glided through the front doors of the hotel and into the possibilities that lay inside.

Sorry for the long wait with the update to this story. I will try and do better. I look forward to your feedback and please rest assured, you Eva fans will get to see her again before the end of the story, I promise.

Sincerely,

Cerberus