Anata ga Ita Kara
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Theme: 49 – "It's not what I feel for you. It's what I don't feel for anyone but you."
Rating: T
Summary: It's not really possible to get tired of hearing why it was you instead of somebody else, is it?
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"Again?" Kiri looked over at his little brother with a bemused expression. "Jeez, you never get sick of this, do you?"
"No." Kumo squeezed Kiri's hand a little tighter, feeling warm heat rise to his cheeks. "Tell me again, please…"
"Pfft." Kiri leaned back as he walked, staring up at the brilliantly blue sky. "Either you're a lot more insecure in our relationship than I thought, or you're beginning to fall victim to your ego."
Kumo laughed a little and bent slightly to pick up a stick lying on the sidewalk, holding it out beside him as they continued on. They still had three or four blocks to go to get home, and since the weather was beautiful, they'd decided to take the walk at a leisurely pace, enjoy autumn suburbia for once.
"Well, I knew it had to be you because of all the strange feelings I had around you—those, and the fact that I never had them around any of our other friends. I mean—I never wanted to jump between Ame and the rest of the world."
Kumo closed his eyes and listened, his tiny smile growing more and more.
"People still give Hoshi grief, but I'm willing to accept that he can take care of himself."
Kumo held his stick out a little further and felt it clang into something, then opened his eyes and glanced absently to the side that they were passing a bike rack.
"I wouldn't wanna grow old next to Arashi, as accepting and open-minded as she is."
Kumo dragged the stick against the bike rack, enjoying the rattling feeling it sent up his arm as much as Kiri's fingers laced through his, at the sound of his beloved brother's voice.
"My day never did a 180 after I saw Lisa's face."
Seeing that the stick was mostly mangled, Kumo tossed it aside and leaned in closer to Kiri, who dropped his hand and put an arm around his shoulders.
"My heart never went splat when I looked at Kaze."
Kumo snuggled his cheek against Kiri's shoulder, breathing in the crisp air. He loved this season, he loved this walk, and he loved hearing Kiri say these things.
"And, hell, I never got the irresistible impulse to grab Aura's ass. Good thing, too. She'd kill me."
Kumo laughed and put his arms around Kiri's waist.
"Besides, you're the cutest person I've ever known. If not you, then who?"
"Nobody," Kumo answered dreamily, giving Kiri a squeeze. "Nobody but me. Not ever."
"Damn straight." Both of them laughed. "Happy now?"
Kumo considered it for a moment, then nodded against Kiri's shoulder. "…Yes. Yes, I am."
Owari.
