Title: Worlds Apart
Author: Kalika
Summary:
A collection of short stories based in the Gorgeous Carat
universe.
General Warning Codes: Yaoi, H/C,
Language
Pairings: Noir/Florian, Michel/Laila
Disclaimer:
Characters owned by You Higuri. I wrote this simply for my own
entertainment.
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SeasickFlorian sighed weakly, trying to ignore the roll of the ship on the waves. It would probably have been a wonderfully romantic trip, if it weren't for his seasickness.
It had been exciting, when the letter from Michel had shown up at the mansion. He had invited them all on a cruise just off the coast of Spain. Of course the invitation had mainly been for Laila, but she would have never agreed to go without Noir, and Noir would never have left Florian alone in the mansion.
So here they all were, on a luxury yacht, sailing through the water. Laila and Michel were probably up on deck, watching the scenery, or something. Noir was probably pouring over books in his own cabin. And Florian was laying in his bed trying desperately not to be sick.
The first few days of the trip had be quite pleasant. The water had been calm and the boat was sturdy enough that Florian could barely feel the motion of their movement.
Then they had hit a thunderstorm. Thankfully, it had been far enough away that the ship had been in no danger of capsizing, but the increase in waves had made Florian ill. It didn't seem to matter that the waters were calm again. Now that his body had remembered that it was supposed to get seasick, Florian didn't think that it would be forgetting again anytime soon.
Another large wave and the blond moaned, cupping a hand over his mouth. When Laila had asked if he was going to be all right on a boat he shouldn't have said yes. But she had seemed so excited about the invitation, and about seeing Michel again, that he just couldn't do it.
This was fine. He could suffer through this one trip if it made Laila happy. She had been such a good friend about everything after all. Even the new found relationship between himself and Noir didn't seem to be upsetting her as much as Florian had thought it would. Maybe she was growing up.
Another roll of the ship and Florian rolled himself onto his stomach. The nausea was slightly better like this. Maybe, if the ship stopped rolling, he would be able to get some sleep.
He heard the door creak open behind him, but didn't have the energy to turn and see who it was. It was most likely Noir coming to check on him again. He felt a weight settle on the edge of the bed, and a cool hand press against the back of his neck.
"Feeling any better?" Noir's voice was thick with concern. The hand began to stroke lightly at his hair, and Florian hummed in appreciation. The hand stopped. "Is this making you feel worse?"
Not feeling daring enough to open his mouth, Florian shook his head lightly. The caresses were a welcome distraction from his discomfort. Though he did feel bad that Noir had to look after him all the time.
"Now, now. None of that. You think I don't know you well enough to read your mind by now? You're not inconveniencing me in anyway. I didn't bring my work with me because I was planning to spend the majority of the trip with you. I guess I still am, though this isn't exactly what I had in mind."
Noir's fingers began to stroke along his back. Florian could feel his tension slipping away. He still felt quiet ill, but at least the urge to throw up was slowly fading.
"Just get some rest. You were up sick all last night. Don't worry. I'll stay here while you sleep."
Florian smiled to himself. It was just like Noir to say something like that. Though the teasing that usually followed his more protective comments seemed to be lacking today. The urge to point that out crossed Florian's mind briefly, but before he could even open his mouth he was fast asleep.
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Fin
