Blossoms
DISCLAMER: I dun own em, dun claim to, so u can't sue (short and sweet)
Author's note: This experience that Aburatsubo goes through has more or less happened to me once before. This is also my first Maho tsukai tai fanfic, so if it's OOC and everything else don't put a torch under my butt! Um, Reviews are GREATLY appreciated, and advice is welcomed as well. I will add more!
Aburastubo cracked a bleary eye open and glared at his window. The early morning sun winked at him from behind the blinds, telling him not so nicely to wake up. Most likely his mom opened his window again, purely for this purpose. Aburatsubo struggled from his futon to smack the blinds closed, rendering the sun harmless to any future sleep. Once accomplished however, Aburatsubo figured he might as well stay awake, despite the fact his bed sent out serious nap rays. Shooting one last dirty glare at the window Aburatsubo trudged into the bathroom for a shower. Locking the door, the red haired one gleefully stripped off his pajamas and turned on the shower. Chilled by his lack of PJs Aburatsubo shifted from foot to foot while the water ran and ran and ran… Eventually his water heater decided to work and satisfactory temperature water finally shot out of the showerhead. He jumped in the shower and let the warm droplets hit his bare skin, warming him. Aburatsubo picked up his strawberry scented shampoo and lathered his hands, running it through his maroon locks until they turned a foamy white. He shaped the mass up in swirls, and then peeked in his mirror to see if Takako was right. Indeed she was, he looked just like an ice cream cone when his hair was full of shampoo. Laughing, Aya rinsed the foamy mess away, revealing shiny red hair once again. He picked up his apple body wash and stiffed it, before lathering up his own pale body. He rinsed, and turned off the water, and gingerly stepped out of the shower. He shuddered when the sudden lack of warmth hit him, and noted with great dismay he had forgotten his towel. Aburatsubo mentally kicked himself when he remembered his dresser, and all the towels were located in the garage downstairs.
A wet, glistening red head peeked from behind the bathroom door. Green eyes darted left, then right, then left again. Then, in a flash of maroon and peach Aburatsubo tore through his house stark naked, in an attempt to reach the garage to retrieve a towel. The slender form darted from room to room, corner to closet, eyes alert and searching for any life forms. Aya ran the last dash to the garage, when he spied his mother. Darting into the living room to avoid detection, Aburatsubo's hair made a slight smacking sound against a nearby wall, and left a wet streak. His mom apparently heard it, and came out to investigate. In a game of cat and mouse, Aburatsubo carefully maneuvered around furniture depending on his mother's location. He ignored his wet hair plastered to his back and in a last bid for freedom dashed to the garage, barely missing his mom's eyes. Aburatsubo madly scrambled over his mom's car to the dresser where he happily pulled out clothes and two towels, which he wrapped around himself happily. Now not afraid of being seen Aburatsubo sauntered from the garage back to his room, where he dropped his clothes on the floor and rubbed his hair dry. Frowning, Aburatsubo poked at a large bruise made by a tennis ball on his abdomen, which then forced him to look at his ribs poking out from his skin. Aya was very well built and slender, but if he did not consciously try to hide his ribs they showed prominently, Aburatsubo frowned; it made him look anorexic if anything else. Grinning, Aburatsubo sucked in his stomach under his ribs as far as he could go and cackled when he found how ghostly like he looked. Aburatsubo dressed quickly and plopped at his desk for some early morning fanfiction writing before breakfast. His mom peeked her head in.
"Aya-kins, did you see— oh! Hey there lovie!"
His mom strode over to where he sat and gave him a hug, nuzzling his damp hair. Aburatsubo squirmed slightly and covered up his paper with his hands, lest his mom read his story.
"You smell just like an orchard of blossoms," His mom stated, before walking away but right before she reached the door she turned around again. "By the way, have you seen anything odd lately?"
"Odd? How so?"
"I could have sworn I saw a naked man running through our house."
"Uh, no…"
Aburatsubo was infinitely glad his back was turned lest his mom see the blush creeping across his face. He sighed when his mom closed the door, only to freeze again when she re-opened the door.
"Aya, It's beautiful outside, why don't you call Takeo and do something together, he's a nice boy."
Aburatsubo's blush deepened when the words "do something" reached his ears but he just nodded, waiting for her to leave once again. When she did, Aburatsubo leaned over and picked up his phone, and to began to dial the Takakura household, absently stroking his Somali kitten softly…
Takeo had his own early morning problems. Takako had insisted on making Takeo fix breakfast even though she knew damn well he couldn't cook his way though frozen waffles. So, being the doting older brother he was, Takeo tried his hand at breakfast. Let's just say the parrot can scrape it off the ceiling for lunch. Takako just laughed at him and made bagels and cream cheese for her own breakfast. Takeo, thoroughly embarrassed, started muttering under his breath about how Takako should have just done that in the first place, instead of making him make a fool of himself. Takeo grabbed some Iced Tea from the fridge and stalked to his room, muttering. He nearly slapped himself when he saw he forgot to do his laundry yet again.
So that's how he ended up where he is now, sitting on the dryer, wearing only a towel, but that was an hour ago and now the phone was ringing. Takeo cursed and made a move to get up, when Takako answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Takako?" Aburatsubo's voice was rich and full, even over the phone.
"Yep."
"Is Takeo awake?"
"Barely, but yep." Takako never was much of a phone talker…
"Can…I speak to him?"
"Nope, he's dancing on the roof of our car that's on fire and wearing some weird clothes." …Ok I lied.
Aburatsubo flushed a nice hue from where he sat as the image of Takeo dancing on a burning car filled his mind. He was greeted by sounds of struggling as Takeo attempted control of the phone. Eventually Takeo's voice filled the phone, a welcome sound compared to Takako's brattish one, if a little unsteady.
"H-hello?"
"Takeo!" Aburatsubo's voice crooned into the phone.
"Hey, why are you calling so early?"
"I was lonely and wanted to hear the melodic sound of your voice." Aburatsubo was greeted with silence for a moment.
"I'm flattered, but why did you really call?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to do something today?"
"Yeah sure, I'll meet you at the park, just gimme like….a half hour to get ready k?"
"Sure."
Takeo and Aburatsubo simultaneously hung up the phone. Takeo walked over to his dryer and opened the door, even if his clothes were abnormally fuzzy…
