Title: Stairways and Sunsets
Summary: Kouya asks Yamato meet up a bell tower to watch the sunset. Kouya/Yamato
Warnings: Please refrain from copying my work. It' sjust sad. This story is a Loveless fanfic and Kouya and Yamato belong to the creator of Loveless.
Rating: G
Word Count: 367
Satus: Completed

One, two, three, the number of steps up the stairs boggled the mind. By Kouya's accounts, she was on step number seventy-nine. She damned the architect underneath her breath for designing the stairs. Honestly, ignoring the fact that they were works of art with mosaics and a barrister of intricate vines, they were priceless and useless.

Was he paid to make the way up as long as possible? Maybe, she thought, he'd been paid to help people while masking it as "art."

She snorted. Looking down, she gazed at the spiraling layers which ended at a far-away dot in the middle.

Fifteen minutes later, she quietly huffed (masking it as a cough) towards the figure in the shadows.

"hey you, what took you so long?"

She ignored the smirk on Yamato's face. "You're the one that told me you wanted to see the sunset," she snapped, without any real irritation in her voice. Kouya ignored the hand that crept towards her. It slipped into the crook of her right arm. The head and soft (as she well knew) form that leaned against her side was only a necessary extension of the hand, now hands. She gave it no notice, only shifting to learn her chin on silky strands.

"But Kouya," Yamato said, a smile betraying her. "You're the one that wanted us to meet here. We can see the sun set from anywhere."

"Not like here." A faint blush crept over her cheeks. Resolutely, she looked out towards the rosy-hued sky. "This isn't much anyway."

Yamato glanced at the sign saying CAUTION and NO TRESPASSERS. She took in the huge bell behind them. "Kouya, have you ever rung the bell?"

"Of course not."

"You're lying."

Kouya didn't ask how Yamato knew.

"Look."

"So you have rung the bell!"

"Yamato, hush."

"Oh!"

Pleased at Yamato's exhale of wonder, Kouya looked at the multi-colored sky streaked with clouds. The sunset was like an unfinished but perfect painting. Beauty or color could never be merely finished. They were timeless. A sunset to feed the eyes and Yamato's sweet and tangy raspberry smell to feed the soul.

"Perfect."

"That it is. Thanks Kouya."

Kouya wasn't talking about the sunset. "You're welcome."