The Bishonen of February
Chapter 10
The first thing Kina noticed was that it was morning. The second thing she noticed was that she was tired, and that she was snuggled against something warm. She cuddled up closer to the warm thing and sighed. Instinctively, the 'warm thing' put his arm around her. Immediately afterwards, they both
realized simultaneously that something was wrong.
"Eeeeekkk!!" Kina screamed, shoving the 'warm thing' away from her.
"Oh, god! I'm sorry!!" he apologized, pushing her away from him at the same
time.
They both fell on the floor as a result.
Kina put a hand to her chest, still breathing a little heavily from her odd wakeup call. *What am I doing in here?* she asked herself. To her surprise, she couldn't remember. *OK, I'm in a strange room with a strange person and
I can't remember what I did last night. This is definitely bad.*
"Um?" she ventured. "Why am I in here?"
A familiar voice answered her. "You fell asleep after your little outburst
last night. So I brought you in here."
"Oh, Yue, thank god it's you."
"Just out of curiosity, who else would it be?"
"I don't know! How come I'm not in my own bed?"
"You were too heavy for me to move you all the way to your room," the angel
quipped.
"Ha ha. Very funny."
"It's true."
The room was quiet for a moment before Kina spoke.
"Yue?"
"Hm?"
"Thank you."
~*~
"Hoooooooriiiiii...." a voice whispered in Hotohori's ear.
"Mm?" he murmured sleepily.
"Hoooooriiiiii...."
The dark-haired man rubbed his eyes with one hand. "Hold on, Nuri." His
eyes slowly fluttered open.
He promptly screamed.
"God, Hori!" Kina complained loudly. "I'm not *that* ugly. Geez! You
overreact to everything!"
"Sorry," the older man mumbled, embarrassed.
Nuriko, reacting to his fellow bishonen's scream, shot up straight in bed.
"Miaka! It's not what you think!! Really!"
Hotohori and Kina stared at him.
"Oh...heh heh...'morning, everyone," the braided 18-year-old greeted them. He met Kina's gaze for a moment before his normally bright eyes darkened
and he got up from the bed.
"Gotta head to the little boys' room," he offered as an excuse.
"Ah, Nuri?" Hotohori questioned.
"What?"
"How about putting some pants on first?"
Nuriko had the decency to blush.
~*~
And now back to the actual story...
~*~
Recovered from his embarrassing scene in the bedroom, Nuriko made his way
downstairs with Hotohori. Halfway down the stairs, Hotohori stepped in
front of him.
"Talk," he commanded.
"About what?"
"Nuri, you *know* what I'm talking about. You've not been yourself lately.
What happened last night?"
Nuriko fidgeted. "Well...Kina and Yue got in a fight."
"So I heard. I think the whole town heard it."
"You have a point," Nuriko conceded. "So, um, I walked in on it and it turns out she's mad at me for telling Yue about her...erm...condition. And
then she said..." His voice trailed off.
"And then she said what?"
"Well. Uhm." The floor suddenly became totally enthralling to the purple-
haired boy.
"Nuri, this is your emperor speaking. I hate to pull rank on you, but talk.
Now."
"All right, all right! She said, 'What does it matter to you anyway? I don't matter to you as long as you have your Hori-darling!'" Nuriko's voice
cracked in the middle of his sentence. "Hori...she...she..."
Hotohori quietly drew his friend into an embrace.
"She hates me, Hori!" Nuriko wept.
"Shh, it's OK," the emperor comforted. "She doesn't hate you. She was just angry and confused. We all know that people don't always say what they mean
when they're mad."
"But sometimes, when you're angry, you say the truth without really meaning
to. Hori, she really does hate me!"
Hotohori patted the other man's shoulders. "Hey. Are you saying I'm wrong? I don't take kindly to people saying I'm wrong, even when they're as cute
as you."
Nuriko managed a smile. Wiping his eyes and placing his hand in Hotohori's,
he said, "Shall we head downstairs?"
"Sounds great to me."
~*~
"Where have you two been?" Kina demanded of the pair when they came into
the kitchen. "You weren't making out on the stairs again, were you?"
Yue spit out his orange juice in the middle of a sip. Coughing, he managed
to sputter, "What?!"
Kina grinned. "Gotcha! I was just kidding!"
Yue groaned and took another sip of orange juice.
"It's not a bad idea, though..." Hotohori noted.
Yue's orange juice once again decorated the tablecloth.
Nuriko took his place at the table somewhat nervously. He cast a worried glance at Hotohori, which was replied with a reassuring smile. Kina walked
over to him and slammed a plate of pancakes down at his place. Feeling
somewhat bold, Nuriko asked, "Um...are you still mad about last night?"
Kina gave him the Heero-Yuy-Patented-Glare-O'-Doom and simply said, "Look
at your pancakes." Then she turned back to the stove.
Nuriko looked down at his plate. On top of the pancakes, "I'm Sorry" was
spelled out in ruby strawberry slices. He smiled. Things were back to
normal...
...Or at least as normal as they could be around Kina and her group.
Chapter 10
The first thing Kina noticed was that it was morning. The second thing she noticed was that she was tired, and that she was snuggled against something warm. She cuddled up closer to the warm thing and sighed. Instinctively, the 'warm thing' put his arm around her. Immediately afterwards, they both
realized simultaneously that something was wrong.
"Eeeeekkk!!" Kina screamed, shoving the 'warm thing' away from her.
"Oh, god! I'm sorry!!" he apologized, pushing her away from him at the same
time.
They both fell on the floor as a result.
Kina put a hand to her chest, still breathing a little heavily from her odd wakeup call. *What am I doing in here?* she asked herself. To her surprise, she couldn't remember. *OK, I'm in a strange room with a strange person and
I can't remember what I did last night. This is definitely bad.*
"Um?" she ventured. "Why am I in here?"
A familiar voice answered her. "You fell asleep after your little outburst
last night. So I brought you in here."
"Oh, Yue, thank god it's you."
"Just out of curiosity, who else would it be?"
"I don't know! How come I'm not in my own bed?"
"You were too heavy for me to move you all the way to your room," the angel
quipped.
"Ha ha. Very funny."
"It's true."
The room was quiet for a moment before Kina spoke.
"Yue?"
"Hm?"
"Thank you."
~*~
"Hoooooooriiiiii...." a voice whispered in Hotohori's ear.
"Mm?" he murmured sleepily.
"Hoooooriiiiii...."
The dark-haired man rubbed his eyes with one hand. "Hold on, Nuri." His
eyes slowly fluttered open.
He promptly screamed.
"God, Hori!" Kina complained loudly. "I'm not *that* ugly. Geez! You
overreact to everything!"
"Sorry," the older man mumbled, embarrassed.
Nuriko, reacting to his fellow bishonen's scream, shot up straight in bed.
"Miaka! It's not what you think!! Really!"
Hotohori and Kina stared at him.
"Oh...heh heh...'morning, everyone," the braided 18-year-old greeted them. He met Kina's gaze for a moment before his normally bright eyes darkened
and he got up from the bed.
"Gotta head to the little boys' room," he offered as an excuse.
"Ah, Nuri?" Hotohori questioned.
"What?"
"How about putting some pants on first?"
Nuriko had the decency to blush.
~*~
And now back to the actual story...
~*~
Recovered from his embarrassing scene in the bedroom, Nuriko made his way
downstairs with Hotohori. Halfway down the stairs, Hotohori stepped in
front of him.
"Talk," he commanded.
"About what?"
"Nuri, you *know* what I'm talking about. You've not been yourself lately.
What happened last night?"
Nuriko fidgeted. "Well...Kina and Yue got in a fight."
"So I heard. I think the whole town heard it."
"You have a point," Nuriko conceded. "So, um, I walked in on it and it turns out she's mad at me for telling Yue about her...erm...condition. And
then she said..." His voice trailed off.
"And then she said what?"
"Well. Uhm." The floor suddenly became totally enthralling to the purple-
haired boy.
"Nuri, this is your emperor speaking. I hate to pull rank on you, but talk.
Now."
"All right, all right! She said, 'What does it matter to you anyway? I don't matter to you as long as you have your Hori-darling!'" Nuriko's voice
cracked in the middle of his sentence. "Hori...she...she..."
Hotohori quietly drew his friend into an embrace.
"She hates me, Hori!" Nuriko wept.
"Shh, it's OK," the emperor comforted. "She doesn't hate you. She was just angry and confused. We all know that people don't always say what they mean
when they're mad."
"But sometimes, when you're angry, you say the truth without really meaning
to. Hori, she really does hate me!"
Hotohori patted the other man's shoulders. "Hey. Are you saying I'm wrong? I don't take kindly to people saying I'm wrong, even when they're as cute
as you."
Nuriko managed a smile. Wiping his eyes and placing his hand in Hotohori's,
he said, "Shall we head downstairs?"
"Sounds great to me."
~*~
"Where have you two been?" Kina demanded of the pair when they came into
the kitchen. "You weren't making out on the stairs again, were you?"
Yue spit out his orange juice in the middle of a sip. Coughing, he managed
to sputter, "What?!"
Kina grinned. "Gotcha! I was just kidding!"
Yue groaned and took another sip of orange juice.
"It's not a bad idea, though..." Hotohori noted.
Yue's orange juice once again decorated the tablecloth.
Nuriko took his place at the table somewhat nervously. He cast a worried glance at Hotohori, which was replied with a reassuring smile. Kina walked
over to him and slammed a plate of pancakes down at his place. Feeling
somewhat bold, Nuriko asked, "Um...are you still mad about last night?"
Kina gave him the Heero-Yuy-Patented-Glare-O'-Doom and simply said, "Look
at your pancakes." Then she turned back to the stove.
Nuriko looked down at his plate. On top of the pancakes, "I'm Sorry" was
spelled out in ruby strawberry slices. He smiled. Things were back to
normal...
...Or at least as normal as they could be around Kina and her group.