Tanabata
Shinobu sat up in bed; the light of dawn filtering through the blinds. Rubbing his fists over his sleepy eyes, he slowly slipped out from underneath the covers. He was wearing nothing but the top to Miyagi's pyjamas.
His gaze turned toward the clock and the miniature calender beside it. It was Thursday the seventh. Not just any Thursday the seventh either, it was the seventh of July.
'Tanabata.'
He thought that destiny had been cruel to Orihime and Hikoboshi. The young man hoped that tonight would not be cruel. Were it were to rain, the magpies would be unable to come to their aid by making a bridge with their wings. The lovers, Orihime and Hikoboshi wound then not be able to meet for yet another year.
At least he hadn't a father like Orihime's, Tentai, whom had been the one to separate the lovers across the Milky Way, forbidding them to meet. Though he had given in to his daughters tears, he only allowed the married couple to meet on the seventh day of the seventh month.
'Stupid Tentai.' Still, he couldn't get over the picture that at some point, his own father had been with a man, or at least in love with one. Obviously not deeply enough, for his father had wed his mother and the two were more than just content.
It had him wondering, whether or not his mother knew. Perhaps did she know then she would have no problem with his and Miyagi's relationship. However had she never known, then he feared she might not condone the feelings shared between himself and his destined person. That possibility chilled him to the core. He did not wish to be parted from his beloved in any way, for any reason.
With there not being any classes at Teito University or Mitsuhashi University, he decided to turn off the alarm and allow his older lover a longer well earned rest.
He didn't know if the older man would awaken whilst he took a quick shower. There was something he wished to do before his elder lover woke up.
His shower lasted about ten minutes. Instead of putting on any clothes, he chose to only don his underwear and robe. He hadn't any plans to go anywhere and were Miyagi to have plans it was easy enough to dress.
Once he'd dried himself and was robed, he went back out into their bedroom. The dark haired man was still asleep.
A tender smile splayed across Shinobu's countenance.
Turning to their closet, he pulled out a bamboo branch he'd purchased on the way home last night. Along with the branch he'd also bought tanzaku paper.
He thought it couldn't hurt to write his wishes also on the tanzaku paper. The only problem was that Miyagi would be able to read it were he too look. The wishing well, had been where he'd made his most longed for wish, but he could write something simpler on the official wish paper.
Perhaps Orihime would bless him by making his wish come true.
First however he worked on making a few Orizuru. Once he had about three paper cranes, he hung them from the bamboo branch. He only wondered how he was going to get the branch to stand so that it did not lay on the ground.
His head shot up, when he heard footsteps approach and looked up to see his lover was awake.
His cheeks felt hot. Sharply, he turned his head away. "Miyagi, get dressed!"
Not that he didn't absolutely love Miyagi's naked body. Images of their two bodies pressed together rose unbidden to his head, causing a shiver to run through him.
He didn't notice the older man bend down with a smirk. Not until he felt a hand on his shoulder and another going around him.
Blinking, he turned his head, only to feel a bit of morning stubble graze his cheek. Then he felt the tip of his lovers tongue flick against the corner of his mouth.
The young man was unable to stifle the moan which escaped betwixt his lips.
Then, Miyagi released his hold on him and straightened, "I'll dress just as soon as I've had a shower."
Sandy brows furrowed, gray eyes narrowed into a glower. "Miyagi!"
The older man chuckled and proceeded to brush one hand through the younger mans hair. "Did that work you up Shinobu-chin?"
Shinobu said nothing as he turned his head away with a "Hmmph," and continued writing on one of the brightly colored paper strips.
It was then that the still very much naked Miyagi noticed. "Ah, Shinobu, I see you're participating in today's festivities by decorating a wishing tree branch."
"You should make a wish too Miyagi."
"Didn't we already do that the other day at the wishing well."
"It couldn't hurt to write a wish on the tanzaku and hang it from the bamboo branch."
He heard the older man sigh and soon felt that large hand ruffle his hair. "Alright Shinobu-chin. After I've showered and robed."
When he heard a few minutes later the sound of running water, he was nearly tempted to join Miyagi. However the other had done that and decided not to. He didn't even know whether or not Miyagi expected him to join him, but then, he'd already showered.
Finished writing on one bright pink strip of paper he hung it one of the bamboos branches. 'I hope and wish that the wish I made at the wishing well will come true.' This way at least, Miyagi wouldn't have a clue what it was he'd wished back on Friday.
Standing up, he held the branch and looked for a better place to set it. 'Maybe the corner of the room? It shouldn't fall then if its leaning up against the wall.'
Miyagi then came out of the bathroom, his dark hair still damp with beads of moisture clinging to the V of his chest where the robe hadn't fully been closed.
Seeing him, Shinobu gulped. Just seeing his lover fresh from the shower and shaved had him wanting to throw the wishing tree down on the table and jump him. Already, his nipples grew hard he felt a tingling sensation around them.
When Miyagi got out a cigarette however and lit it, he frowned. Cigarettes, knowing of their propensity to higher the risk of causing cancer, they weren't as sexy as they might once have seemed.
The older man took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled. "What did you wish for Shinobu?"
"I'm not telling."
"You know I'll see it, since its on the wishing branch."
"Go ahead and read it then, you still wont know what it was I wished for. Why don't you make a wish too?"
He watched as Miyagi held the cigarette in his mouth and took a yellow paper strip and writing brush.
When he read what it said, his face reddened. "Miyagi!"
The older man flicked the cigarette's ash into the panda headed ash tray. Shinobu thought that if the panda had been real, instead of an ashtray shaped like one, the poor thing would have hurled.
"Okay Shinobu, I'll write a different one. That one was a joke anyway."
"Don't joke about wishes! Even if you want to do what you put on your tanzaku, you could just do it, you stupid old man!"
One dark brow quirked, "Oh, really? I may just have to take you up on that. Since I don't have the things I need right now though, it may have to wait until tomorrow night."
Hearing his lovers plans, his face grew even hotter, his entire face and ears probably as red as a lobster.
He glowered across the table as his beloved Miyagi wrote on a new tanzaku. Seeing what it said, he was perplexed for it said much the same as his own.
His interest was piqued, wondering what it was that the other man had wished for when they'd last visited the wishing well.
Once the older man had hung his new wish on the bamboo branch, he was the one to pick it up and place it inside of a basket. It was filled with some sort of green foam material. The end of the branch was slipped into the small hole in its center.
Shinobu where it had come from and thought perhaps Miyagi himself had prepared for today's festivities as well. That, or he'd seen his purchases and bought that himself so that the bamboo branch would be able to stand.
The two stood back and admired the tree. Miyagi murmured, "It's lovely, but why don't we have some fukinagashi?"
Shinobu thought that streamers which looked like what Orihime used to weave with would make it look even better.
"Yeah, but I didn't get any."
"Neither did I Shinobu, but what about we buy some on our way to the fireworks later?"
"I don't really like the fireworks. They're pretty and all, but they're too loud. Especially if we go where they're going to be set off. I'd rather just watch them from the balcony here."
"We can do that Shinobu-chin."
"Will we still get the fukinagashi?"
"Well its only morning, but we could go out to eat for lunch and pick some up then."
The younger man nodded his head and then stepped closer to his lover, wrapping his arms around the others waist. He pressed his cheek against where Miyagi's chest was bare.
"Oi! Shinobu?"
"I love you Miyagi."
Deep violet-blue eyes widened and then the older man smiled and pushed Shinobu to the ground.
The younger mans pupils dilated as he stared, startled up into the eyes of the man he loved.
"Mi-miyagi?"
"Hush, Shinobu-chin," and then the older mans mouth was upon his.
He felt Miyagi's fingers find their way inside the front of his robe and shivered at the feel of them against his chest.
When his lips parted as he moaned, the dark haired man took the opportunity and pushed his tongue inside.
Shinobu's eyes fluttered closed, his back arching as his body strained to press closer against his partners.
Their tongues slid and twisted against and around each others. They weren't going to be going anywhere for a number of hours, whether or not they'd had any plans. They were too hot for each other to care.
