Title: Cavatina: In Bloom (Fleur-de-lis)
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Prompt: "I wish you were here"
Word Count: 442
Summary: Is that strange? [Yamato x Mimi]


[19/08/16]

It's late, when the phone rings. He reaches blindly for it, trying to follow it's erratic vibration and without even glancing at the name (he knows who's the only person that would call him at this hour), and sighs loudly into the phone.

"Please go back to sleep."

Instead of Taichi's whining, he hears someone catching her breath slowly and his eyes open groggily, narrowing slightly.

"Hey."

His voice is softer now, more awake.

"Hey."

"Were you expecting someone else?"

He hesitates, running a tired hand over his face. He doesn't know why it's so hard to just tell her but he swallows the sudden lump in his throat and places a hand under his pillow, propping himself up. The bedroom is dark and quiet and he can hear a dog barking in the distance, an all-nighter freight-liner honk his way across the bridge. Outside this apartment, the world is still alive and across this telephone line, her day has barely started. It's weird.

"No," he says. "Just ... Taichi. Never mind."

"I'm sorry for calling so late, I was just thinking and then..."

"Yeah?"

"I figured maybe you'd be up."

"Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine! It's snowing again and I thought of you. Is that strange?"

"I hate snow," he yawns, trying to keep from getting too comfortable.

"Yeah?" A pause. "I guess you do."

This is not the first time she calls in the middle of the night to make an idle observation and he still isn't sure what makes her do it, but an odd feeling lingers every time she cuts the line off and he doesn't want her to do that just yet. So he reaches with his hand out into the air, past the ceiling of his bedroom, the other five stories above him, past the very lines of Tokyo's skyline, his fingers grasping for something he cannot really see. Their conversation is nothing he can put into clear words afterwards, not a single thought worth bringing up but her words burn brightly in his brain.

"Hey, Yamato?"

He falls asleep, naturally. It's exams week and he's been studying hard with Sora and Taichi. His voice is like an anchor and this silence that fills the space between them reminds her of the width and length of her melancholy. His eyes flutter open as the line goes dead — just for a moment, a second or ten. She has an odd way of saying things and he can't help but wonder about her. His face turns towards the pillow and he falls back asleep, fingers outstretched towards nothing in particular.

It's snowing again and I thought of you.