Story name: Happiness

Pairing: Japan x China

Requested by: YukiOwO

Word count: 732 (Story only)

Kiss: "I'm sorry" kiss

Happiness

The doorbell rung and woke up the older male that was sleeping in his large bed. Who could be here at this hour? Yao didn't expect any company today, nor did he have plans for going out with someone. With a yawn, he got up, grabbing a robe to hide his body underneath. Not that he was ashamed of it, but he couldn't face whoever was waiting at the door with no clothes on.

The floor in his house felt cold underneath his feet. His bed had felt cold too, but it had been that way ever since Kiku left him. The memory of the other Asian made him cringe. Anger had been replaced with a longing some time ago already. Yao missed his ex-lover. A lot more than he would let show to the world outside. But he had to move on. He couldn't reminisce in the past forever. The Japanese had decided to leave him. End of story. Not that the Chinese understood that. Had he been boring? Was he not pretty enough? Did he fall in love with someone else?

Shaking his head, the long haired male pushed away those questions. The thoughts were only going to make him sad, which always ended in either eating way too much, or drinking way too much. Neither of those two were good for him. In the hallway, he glanced into the big mirror that hung on the left wall. His eyes met with those of his reflection, noticing the dark circles and messy hair his twin on the glass surface had. Yao hoped his guest would not mind the way he looked now, since it was nowhere near decent.

Kiku had always loved the way Yao looked when he was fresh out of bed. The way his hair was just all over the place and not tied into a pony tail, the sleepiness that turned his voice into a deep grumble. Mornings in the Wang house had always been full of love. However, not anymore. The Chinese felt annoyed that he had thought about his ex-boyfriend again, for the second time in minutes. He rubbed his eyes and continued walking towards the door. Unlocking it, he felt a little nervous. What if there was someone out there who meant harm? He could fight, yes. But he wasn't very big, nor did he have a lot of muscles. He couldn't possibly defend himself if a burglar or something would be standing there…

His worries were without reason. The person standing on his porch in this early hour, wasn't a burglar. It wasn't a murderer either. Not the police to tell him his brother had been hurt. It was Kiku. At the sight of the other, Yao froze, eyes wide. They stared at each other for a good 5 minutes, before the older of the two spoke.

"What are you doing here?", he asked, his voice just a whisper. Tears were threatening to spill, hands were trembling. Kiku shook his head, biting his lip ferociously. He really wanted to explain what was going on, why he had decided to show up on the Chinese's house at 3 in the morning. But he couldn't. The short haired felt so many things at the same time, that it was impossible to speak. He had missed the Chinese. Every day had been torture for him, haunted by the smiling face that he had known so well. It made him loathe himself for leaving Yao in the first place. Looking back, he didn't understand what had driven him to go away.

Instead of explaining, he just looked up, eyes big and dark.

"I'm sorry", he whispered, tears starting to bleed from his eyes. "Please forgive me." Yao felt his heart tighten, a sharp pang in his chest. How could he say no to those brown orbs that meant the world to him? It was impossible. The nod of Yao's head was enough for Kiku. Their lips found each other, a relief for both of them. Feelings that had been hidden away for months were unleashed again. Tears dripped onto the floor while lips were still massaging each other. The Chinese felt the so well-known arms around his waist again, pulling him close. He knew the male in front of him was feeling the same way he was. Happiness bubbled in their chests. They wouldn't let go of each other easily again.