Title: The Gift, Chapter 2
By Dragoni
Warning: This contains shounen-ai. Boy/boy romance. Don't like it? Don't read it. Don't flame me.
Disclaimers: I don't own the Ronin Warriors - I'm just playing with them a little bit. This is fanfiction, I did not make any money off it. (Believe me there!) The only thing that's mine is the idea for the story.
[Sage]
I should just get him a vacuum. And a few thousand trash bags. At least that would be a productive gift!
That's not right. He's worth the effort, I know he is. That knowledge has become a part of me. He confirms it every day - every time I see his beautiful blue eyes, every time we kiss, every time we make love... He's worth so much more than I could ever give him.
I sigh deeply and wade back into the mess. This is still an ornery task.
I've been here all day. And not a single hint... With all that's on his floor, I'd just assumed that there'd be *something* to help me out, to provide me with some sort of insight into his mind, his dreams...
I've found a lot on his floor - old computer magazines, star charts, and more clothes than I ever knew he owned, both dirty and clean. I pick up my latest find, a worn T-shirt, and wrinkle my nose in disgust. Mostly dirty.
He also has scads of books, everything from Voltaire to Dr. Seuss. I pick up an obviously well loved volume, turning it over in my hands. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Universe. Strange title. Sliding down onto the floor, I flip through the dog-eared pages, skimming passages. It's just like him, a slightly strange sense of humor, but oh so serious about it. Maybe something like this?
But no. Like I said, he's got books. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I added to his collection, I'd rather find something more... I don't know. More different? More special? Just more like him, I guess. Yes, that's it. More personal.
I reverently return the book to the crammed bookshelf, taking a moment to stretch as I do so. I think I'll go downstairs and get a cup of tea. I need a little bit of a break, anyway.
[Rowen]
He needed me to help him with groceries. I check my frustration, carefully carrying out all the assorted boxes and cans and bottles he has shoved into my waiting arms. I always thought that was why they invented shopping carts. He owes me for this one.
We head back to the car, and I wait as he fumbles with his keys, searching for the one that will open the trunk so I can stow all this away. Everything seems to just be taking so *long* today.
Another can falls on my foot, and I murmur a soft expletive. I can't count how many times that's happened today. My sore toes throb in painful agreement as I carefully stoop to retrieve the runaway. Oh, yes. He definitely owes me for this one.
[Cye]
He's getting impatient. Damn. I'd hoped that shopping would last longer, but he's so edgy today. Maybe that second pot of coffee was just a *bit* too much.
Whatever am I going to with him? Maybe we could go to a movie... that'd take a while. Or maybe we should go to a mall. Malltrips always last hours. I think it's some sort of natural law, like gravity. You just can't help it.
"Do ya think ya could move a little faster, buddy? I'm starting to lose my grip on this stuff." I stifle a smirk. He is sounding annoyed, though... and I do have some sort of vague plan, for another few hours, at least...
"Here it is..." I pull the trunk key from the others on the large keyring and unlock the trunk, helping him to carefully stow all that we've gotten. Mia'll kill me if she sees it. We have plenty of stuff at home. She'll get over it, though. I'll arrange a party or something. I doubt even *we* could use up all this food before it goes bad.
"You know ya owe me, right Cye?" I smile. This is almost too easy...
"I probably do. What if I treat you to a movie?" I steal a glance at him as I start the car. He looks surprised, but happy. His smile lights his eyes, and they sparkle more brightly than the brightest star. I guess that will do. I rev the engine and pull out, heading for the theater.
I hope there aren't any sci-fi flicks out now. They're all the same thing... they stretch your view of reality, force you to accept illogical, horrific situations. He adores them. I had my fill of that sort of thing during the war. Magical armor, demons from other dimensions... It just doesn't get more illogical. And I actually lived it. I *don't* need to watch it.
[Rowen]
Man are we lucky - no lines at the theater today. Heh... probably too early. They're usually pretty deserted until the evening shows. It's barely past noon right now.
Ooh... they're showing that new alien flick I've wanted to see. That sounds like a good idea right now.
"Hey, Cye?" He exhales in resignation. He knows what I'm gonna ask, what I want to see. I know he's not fond of them, but hey... this was his idea, right? And he *did* say that I could choose the flick...
"I know, Rowen. I know." He heads to the ticket counter, ruefully tugging at his wallet.
To Be Continued... R+R, please?
By Dragoni
Warning: This contains shounen-ai. Boy/boy romance. Don't like it? Don't read it. Don't flame me.
Disclaimers: I don't own the Ronin Warriors - I'm just playing with them a little bit. This is fanfiction, I did not make any money off it. (Believe me there!) The only thing that's mine is the idea for the story.
[Sage]
I should just get him a vacuum. And a few thousand trash bags. At least that would be a productive gift!
That's not right. He's worth the effort, I know he is. That knowledge has become a part of me. He confirms it every day - every time I see his beautiful blue eyes, every time we kiss, every time we make love... He's worth so much more than I could ever give him.
I sigh deeply and wade back into the mess. This is still an ornery task.
I've been here all day. And not a single hint... With all that's on his floor, I'd just assumed that there'd be *something* to help me out, to provide me with some sort of insight into his mind, his dreams...
I've found a lot on his floor - old computer magazines, star charts, and more clothes than I ever knew he owned, both dirty and clean. I pick up my latest find, a worn T-shirt, and wrinkle my nose in disgust. Mostly dirty.
He also has scads of books, everything from Voltaire to Dr. Seuss. I pick up an obviously well loved volume, turning it over in my hands. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Universe. Strange title. Sliding down onto the floor, I flip through the dog-eared pages, skimming passages. It's just like him, a slightly strange sense of humor, but oh so serious about it. Maybe something like this?
But no. Like I said, he's got books. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I added to his collection, I'd rather find something more... I don't know. More different? More special? Just more like him, I guess. Yes, that's it. More personal.
I reverently return the book to the crammed bookshelf, taking a moment to stretch as I do so. I think I'll go downstairs and get a cup of tea. I need a little bit of a break, anyway.
[Rowen]
He needed me to help him with groceries. I check my frustration, carefully carrying out all the assorted boxes and cans and bottles he has shoved into my waiting arms. I always thought that was why they invented shopping carts. He owes me for this one.
We head back to the car, and I wait as he fumbles with his keys, searching for the one that will open the trunk so I can stow all this away. Everything seems to just be taking so *long* today.
Another can falls on my foot, and I murmur a soft expletive. I can't count how many times that's happened today. My sore toes throb in painful agreement as I carefully stoop to retrieve the runaway. Oh, yes. He definitely owes me for this one.
[Cye]
He's getting impatient. Damn. I'd hoped that shopping would last longer, but he's so edgy today. Maybe that second pot of coffee was just a *bit* too much.
Whatever am I going to with him? Maybe we could go to a movie... that'd take a while. Or maybe we should go to a mall. Malltrips always last hours. I think it's some sort of natural law, like gravity. You just can't help it.
"Do ya think ya could move a little faster, buddy? I'm starting to lose my grip on this stuff." I stifle a smirk. He is sounding annoyed, though... and I do have some sort of vague plan, for another few hours, at least...
"Here it is..." I pull the trunk key from the others on the large keyring and unlock the trunk, helping him to carefully stow all that we've gotten. Mia'll kill me if she sees it. We have plenty of stuff at home. She'll get over it, though. I'll arrange a party or something. I doubt even *we* could use up all this food before it goes bad.
"You know ya owe me, right Cye?" I smile. This is almost too easy...
"I probably do. What if I treat you to a movie?" I steal a glance at him as I start the car. He looks surprised, but happy. His smile lights his eyes, and they sparkle more brightly than the brightest star. I guess that will do. I rev the engine and pull out, heading for the theater.
I hope there aren't any sci-fi flicks out now. They're all the same thing... they stretch your view of reality, force you to accept illogical, horrific situations. He adores them. I had my fill of that sort of thing during the war. Magical armor, demons from other dimensions... It just doesn't get more illogical. And I actually lived it. I *don't* need to watch it.
[Rowen]
Man are we lucky - no lines at the theater today. Heh... probably too early. They're usually pretty deserted until the evening shows. It's barely past noon right now.
Ooh... they're showing that new alien flick I've wanted to see. That sounds like a good idea right now.
"Hey, Cye?" He exhales in resignation. He knows what I'm gonna ask, what I want to see. I know he's not fond of them, but hey... this was his idea, right? And he *did* say that I could choose the flick...
"I know, Rowen. I know." He heads to the ticket counter, ruefully tugging at his wallet.
To Be Continued... R+R, please?