SUMMARY: On an… awkward undercover mission, Lucille and Kohaku are forced to trust each other more than they wanted. Lucille gets seasick, Kohaku gets annoyed with both him, and his own feelings.
Rated M for what might happen. Warning: shounen-ai, and maybe yaoi later.
The story is named after a song that has absolutely nothing to do with the story, I just like the name XD
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters.
Please R&R
Curled up underneath the sheets and his body pressed tightly against Kohaku's, he should feel so warm and cozy, he'd fall asleep in no time. His thoughts, though, were so full of coldness and pain, it almost made him shiver. Wondering if it would do him any good to wake up his colleague, he opened his wet eyes and looked at Kohaku's face. It was barely visible in the darkness, but Lucille could see it well enough to know that the dark-haired man was fast asleep, and probably dreaming. Meaning it would be cruel to wake him up now, after they had both already been awake half the night.
But Kohaku being asleep, meant that he also couldn't hear anything Lucille told him. "I… I'd wish you weren't always so rough on me. 'Cause I'd really like to talk to you about some things, but I'm too afraid to. But… but I…" He sobbed helplessly. "I don't know how much longer I can keep this up! I feel so lonely, being with you without any feelings between us. But if we become as much as friends, you'd end up getting killed for sure, and it'd be my fault. Again!"
Kohaku sighed softly and stirred a bit. Immediately, Lucille fell silent, begging his colleague not to wake and see his tears. Luckily, Kohaku didn't. Still, it might be a better idea just to try and fall asleep.
With a deep, slow sigh, he closed his eyes again, feeling and hearing Kohaku breathe. Now, he felt a lot less scared of the deep, lonely ocean around them. The fear wasn't completely gone, still present in the back corners of his mind, but being close to someone made him feel like he could never be completely alone. Lifting up his head a little, so he could feel his colleague's breath on his face, he almost felt safe. Safe enough, at least, to fall asleep finally.
Waking up was an entirely different case. His head was pounding, and all he wanted was for that annoying bastard to leave him alone already, so he could sleep some more. Too bad, that wasn't what Kohaku had in mind. "We're late for breakfast, moron! Wake up already!"
"Nng… Don't wanna…" Lucille moaned. "Tired."
"Then go to bed early tonight!" Roughly, Kohaku pulled him in a sitting position, with the only effect that Lucille slumped against him, still half asleep. "I said, wake UP!" With that, he slapped the frail singer in his face, finally getting the effect he wanted. Lucille finally snapped awake, giving him such a glare, it almost scared him.
"Bastard," Lucille growled. "That hurt."
"Then you should've woken up in the first place!" Kohaku growled back. "Now get dressed!"
"All right, because you're asking it so nicely." Slowly, Lucille got out of bed, feeling a bit lightheaded. With his eyes closed, he stood still for a moment. "Damn, I don't feel good," he mumbled, half hoping his colleague would be a at least a tiny bit worried about him. Small chance.
"Just hurry, moron!"
"Hm…" Lucille mumbled. Had the walls been moving the entire time or..? With a shaky sigh, he closed his eyes again. "Give me a second, okay?"
"Whatever." It was silent for a moment. "Hey, don't faint or something."
Was that considered worry? He could fool himself and think so. "I'm fine. Just a bit dizzy. Guess I didn't sleep enough." He wobbled a bit.
"Sit down!" Kohaku practically dragged him down, forcing him to sit. "Now wait until your head clears up."
His arm was still around Lucille's small shoulders, and the frail singer had to force himself not to lean into Kohaku more than necessary. The dark-haired man's arms felt so steady and strong. And safe, somehow. Different than it had been at night, when Lucille had been scared, but soothing either way. His head cleared up almost instantly, and when he reopened his eyes, the dizziness was completely gone. Whit a relieved sigh, Lucille smiled at Kohaku. "Thanks. I'm fine now."
Was it just his imagination, or did his colleague have a slight blush on his face? "Nice. Get dressed now, so we can get some breakfast already."
"Okay." Silently, Lucille grabbed some clothes and put them on. Brushing his hair seemed like too much of an effort at first, but he had too much tangles in his hair not to brush it. Reluctantly, he grabbed his hairbrush and looked at it like it was that thing its fault that he was so tired.
"It's not going to bite, you know?" Kohaku commented dryly.
"I know that." Lucille couldn't help but to chuckle a bit. "I don't feel like brushing my hair."
"Well, too bad for you, you look like an electrocuted poodle."
"Thanks," Lucille grinned, sitting down on the bed but not doing anything else.
"Give me that, we don't have all day," Kohaku growled, taking the hairbrush out of Lucille's hand. Softly, he started to brush Lucille's hair, Starting with the tangles at the bottom and working up from there. "Done," he noted after a few minutes, dropping the hairbrush on the bed. "Now let's go, I'm hungry."
"All right," Lucille replied softly. "Thank you." For some reason, it hurt a bit to know that wanting breakfast was the only reason that Kohaku had been nice to him. Not that he would ever be able to tell his colleague that, of course. Quietly, he followed Kohaku out the door, through the hallways leading to the dining room. It was already quite filled up with people there, but in the most faraway corner, there were some empty tables left.
"If you already sit down somewhere, I'll get us something to eat at the buffet," Kohaku said. "Anything specific you want?"
"Something sweet, and not too much. And some black coffee with sugar," Lucille answered, not too enthusiastic.
"Okay, I'll come to you in a minute." Kohaku left for the buffet, and Lucille walked towards the tables, choosing the one against the wall to sit down at. Mainly because it was a bit away from the rest of the people, so a lot calmer. After barely having slept last night, he didn't really enjoy company this early in the morning. Okay, it was already eleven o 'clock, but still. With a sigh, he folded his arms on the table and laid down his head on top of it. From this angle, he could just see Kohaku walking around the large table with all kinds of bread, cake and other food on it.
Hopefully, his colleague would understand how much Lucille meant with 'not too much'. It practically meant that the singer didn't feel like eating anything more than a few crumbs of bread with something sweet on it, and a big cup of coffee. Caffeine would be the only thing able to wake him up today. He had just closed his eyes for a moment, when Kohaku came to the table, two plates and two cups in his hands. "Sit up."
Without any appetite at all, Lucille looked at what Kohaku had gotten for him. A rather large slice of chocolate cake. At least he had also brought him an even larger cup of coffee. Though the smell of that coffee was a bit… off. Almost suspicious, he looked at his colleague.
"They had milk and stuff to put in it, but I though you could use something stronger," Kohaku explained, sitting down opposite of him. "So I asked a waitress if they had any amaretto liqueur to put in it." He looked away almost embarrassed. "Because you liked that ice-cream last evening so much, and it was on that too, so I thought…"
"Thanks. That's really nice of you," Lucille interrupted him with a smile. A true one, this time.
"Whatever," Kohaku growled, trying to keep up his non-caring appearance. "But you gotta understand that this does mean you have to finish that piece of chocolate cake. I'm not gonna let you drink alcohol on an empty stomach."
"Aww, you're worried?" Lucille grinned.
"No, I just don't feel like spending that theatre workshop with you being drunk!"
Before Lucille could come up with a reply, one of the sailor girls stepped to the middle of the room. "Ladies and gentleman, could I have your attention please? As known, we'll be having a theatre workshop, performing 'Romeo and Juliet' this afternoon at 1 o 'clock. So lunch will be during that. I will now read the list of how the roles are divided!" A long list of names and roles followed. "And at last, the parts of Romeo and Juliet will be performed by…" Lucille seriously wanted to kill her when he heard her say his and Kohaku's names.
"No way," he heard Kohaku growl.
"On second thought, wouldn't it be better if we were both drunk," Lucille groaned. "Why us?"
"They just hate us." With a sigh, Kohaku started eating. "Well, nothing we can do about it, so let's just hope it won't be too horrible."
"But…" Lucille started, but didn't have the guts to ask what he wanted to ask. 'Romeo and Juliet' was a love story. Which probably meant they would have to do more than just holding hands. But if he asked how Kohaku felt about that, it might come out wrong. It wasn't like Lucille minded, but he didn't want to sound too eager either. Not that he was eager! Damn! Blushing, he looked down at his breakfast, hoping his hair would cover up his flushed face.
"Err, are you okay?" Kohaku asked puzzled.
"Yeah, I'm… fine," Lucille answered, a bit too fast. Quickly, he forced himself to smile relaxed.
"Sure," Kohaku reacted dryly. "I completely believe that."
Lucille didn't bother to respond, and just started eating without even looking at his colleague anymore. He had to admit, the chocolate cake did taste pretty good, even though he still didn't feel hungry. And the coffee with amaretto was great. Even though compared to Kohaku, he had barely eaten anything, he was still the last of the two of them to finish eating.
"So, we still have an hour left. Anything you want to do?" Kohaku asked.
"We still had something to discuss," Lucille reminded him. "About a certain box."
"Yeah. Better to discuss that in our room," Kohaku agreed. "Shall we go?"
Lucille nodded and stood up, suddenly feeling the stomachache coming back. Since he had been sleeping close to someone, the headache had lessened, and was now almost gone. The stomachache probably wouldn't go away until he got off this ship. Eating only seemed to make it worse. Well, at least he wasn't nauseous yet, so he really had no right to complain. Silently, he followed Kohaku out of the dining room. In the hallway, though, he had to stand still for a moment. "Damn…"
"What? Still seasick?" Kohaku asked, almost sounding worried.
"Sort of," Lucille replied softly. "Just wait a sec until my stomach settles down." Kohaku sighed annoyed, but did wait for him. A few moments later, Lucille started walking again. Was it just his imagination, or was the dark-haired man really walking slower than usual? To make it easier on him? He didn't dare to hope so, but he couldn't deny the fact that it did seem like it.
Back in their room, Lucille carefully sat down on the bed, while Kohaku just jumped onto the mattress. The whole bed creaked when he landed on his belly, giving Lucille goosebumps. "Be careful!"
"What? It's not like the ship's gonna sink because I jumped on a bed!" Kohaku snapped. "I'm not that fat, you know?"
"I didn't mean that," Lucille grumbled. "Never mind."
Kohaku pushed him against his shoulder, almost making Lucille fall of the bed. "Hey!" Lucille snapped, tuning around and throwing a pillow at Kohaku's head in one movement. The other man rolled over to his back, and dodged it without any trouble, and with a big grin on his face. Before Lucille even realized what was happening, he had the pillow thrown back in his own face. Growling, he jumped at Kohaku, with the full intention of strangling him, but his colleague had seen that coming and quickly grabbed his wrists.
"Let me go!" Lucille yelled, barely able to stop a grin when Kohaku instead of letting him go, took both wrists in one hand, and used the other to tickle the frail singer. "S-stop!" Lucille begged, almost chocking in laughter. "What the Hell are you doing?"
Finally, Kohaku let go of him. "Just trying to cheer you up. It worse enough being here with you, if you're all grumpy it's only worse."
"That's… so unlike you." He smiled faintly. "It did work, though. But next time, just tell a joke. That less painful for my stomach."
"If you're gonna throw up, don't aim for me," Kohaku growled.
"Don't worry, I don't feel sick. Yet."
"Hey, but seriously. What are we going to do about that metal box? We have to get something to open it with, but they'll notice if we take something like a knife from the dining room. I don't know if you noticed it too, but once you pay attention to it, you'll see they're all watching. Those sailor creeps."
He actually hadn't paid enough attention to notice, but he nodded in agreement anyway. "Which means that, whatever we'll do, we'll have to be practically invisible."
"Yup. Which brings us back to the point of what exactly we're gonna do. That ballroom dance is in four days already."
"So," Lucille sighed, closing his eyes for just a moment. "We'll have to focus on getting something to open that box with first. That's our only lead at the moment."
"Guess so." Kohaku suddenly rolled back over to his stomach and pulled Lucille's hair. "Don't dare to fall asleep now, or I'll cut your hair of."
Lucille smirked. "Be prepared for a slow and painful death if you do."
"Like you could do me any harm," Kohaku chuckled.
"Wanna bet?" Lucille mumbled, with a quiet glance at his colleague. "You know I've killed before."
"You don't know how many I have killed," Kohaku replied, with a somewhat devilish grin.
Lucille smiled dryly. "Yeah, nice and normal conversation this is."
"What, you mean we're strange?" Kohaku said, just as dryly. "Where did you get that idea?"
"Tch," Lucille smiled, closing his eyes again. "I won't sleep, but can you please let me rest for about ten minutes?"
"Geez, I was just trying be nice to you!" Kohaku growled.
"I didn't mean it like that," Lucille sighed. "I mean, can you stay like this for a while? Makes it easier to rest when I feel someone is closes. Even by daylight, we're still in enemy's territory."
"Alright already," Kohaku mumbled. "I won't move."
With a faint smile, Lucille relaxed. "Thanks."
Okay, as far as the storyline is concerned, this chapter didn't have any point. But it was fun to write the LuciKoha moments, so I hope it was also fun to read :) There'll be more "action" in the next chapter.
I'll update in a few days^^
