AN: Gomen for the long wait, lots of stuff been up and sorry to tell you it's probably gonna be a while before the next chapter gets out. And sorry for all the people to whom I haven't mailed, but there's been *really* lots of stuff up, oki? You guys are so gonna kill me for the cliff-hanger in this chapter.... Yeah, and sorry for the chapter title, but I just had to do it. ^_^ You'll know why once you read this.
BTW no spellcheck on this chapter, please don't suffocate for laughing too much cuz I'm a poor bastard and could never afford your hospital bills....
Double Reflections
Chapter 13
Houjun was sitting in the library, trying to concentrate on his school-work, but his mind kept slipping to Tasuki all the time. It would soon be time for another tutoring session with Genrou, but that didn't disturb Houjun at all, most opposite actually. Now that he wasn't scared of his pupil anymore, he had started to enjoy spending evenings with the red-head. It was nice to teach someone who was actually listening for a change instead of wasting all his energy in just trying to make people sit still for five seconds. Still, things never got boring with Genrou being around, the red-head often made such out of place comments that even Houjun had to smile.
Houjun checked his watch. He would have just enough time to go see if Tasuki had written already.
***
Genrou was in Nirvana, just staring at the part of the story where Houjun told him he loved him. He wished he could have just placed that feeling on the screen somehow, but he guessed he had to use mere words instead.
" Tasuki was stunned by Chichiri's words. Could it really be possible that the monk loved him? The bandit had never dared to hope his feelings to be returned, - " Genrou smirked. He had actually hoped for quite a lot of things which all involved Houjun loving him in one way or another... " he had been ready to spend the rest of his life just loving Chichiri from afar. " Genrou frowned. He had almost written Houjun. He also had another reason to pause: seeing what he had written, and understanding it was more than just pretty words, made him realize how much he actually loved the blue-haired man. He would keep loving Houjun for the rest of his life even if the other man never found out who he truly was. The thought had a slightly bitter-sweet touch to it but it also felt Genrou's heart with something bigger than he had ever experienced. Devoting his life so completely to someone was the greatest commitment he could ever hope to make, and Houjun was the only person who could ever be worth it.
" Tasuki lifted his head, looking Chichiri straight in the eye, not even seeing clearly because his mind was so over-flowingly filled with love towards the other man. He stared at the monk, trying to come up with something to say, something that could describe his feelings. He knew that no words could ever be enough, yet the only thing that came even close was a simple three-word sentence.
'I love you.'
Tasuki kept his gaze locked with Chichiri's, waiting to see the monk's reaction to his words. Would he dare to kiss Chichiri? "
"Hello, Genrou! What are you typing so intently?"
Houjun's voice. Right behind his back.
Genrou almost fell down from the chair trying to close the story and stand up so he would block Houjun's view of the screen, almost forgetting to save. "Oh, I was just finishin' tomorrow's homework, that bit on Watergate." The essay in question was already safely in his locker, but hopefully Houjun didn't know it. Genrou was panicking. What if Houjun had seen what he had been typing?
"Oh, good, then you won't mind me borrowing the computer for a while, will you?"
Genrou bet Houjun wanted to check the story. That meant the blue-haired man would read his confession in a couple of minutes. Genrou was almost scared to see how Houjun would react.
"Not at all. It's all yers."
He'd better go fetch that essay in case Houjun wanted to read it through.
***
It was quite late in the evening already. They had been supposed to cover the things leading to World War II that night, but Houjun had insisted on starting with the actual military operations, too, because he was sure Genrou would make so many questions they would fall behind in the schedule otherwise.
"Hitler first attacked Poland in 1938." Houjun closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. Genrou was bound to get all the maneuvers mixed up if Houjun kept just droning like that. "Here, let me draw you a map." Houjun reached for a pen, but a sudden jolt of pain struck through his neck and upper right arm. He flinched involuntarily.
***
Genrou stood up immediately. "Is yer shoulder still that screwed up? Lemme rub yer back or something, it's the least I can do. It's my fault in the first place that ya got hurt." Genrou hurried around the table and placed his hands on Houjun's shoulders before the other man could object. It was a perfect excuse for being close to him. "Ya can keep talking while I do this, unless I keep distractin' ya too much, that is..." Genrou knew he at least was getting extremely distracted by being only a couple of inches away from Houjun, massaging his tutor's shoulders. How could even someone's neck look so gorgeous?
"Really, Genrou, there is no need for fussing so much about my shoulder." Genrou could feel Houjun's muscles loosening already.
"Yeah? Why not?" Genrou asked frowning, now completely absorbed in trying to make Houjun feel as good as possible. When he had first touched Houjun's back, he had felt him go all tense. He hadn't realized it then, but now he understood that it was probably because Houjun hadn't been physically this close to anyone for years. Genrou wanted to hug the poor guy but that would have probably given him a heart-attack.
"Well, first of all, it's my shoulder. Why should anyone care?" Genrou could feel Houjun begin to relax completely under the soft pressure from his fingers.
"Chiri, I told ya already, ya don't have to be so strong all the time..." Genrou felt Houjun go suddenly all tense again. Something he'd said? What could it possibly -
No shit.
He had let it slip.
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
AN: ::is already running half way to Siberia trying to dodge tables:: You'll never catch me!!!!! But if I get enough reviews, I might try getting the next chapter out before 2027. ::hint hint:: And if anybody knows where to download Weiss Kreuz songs or anything by Seki Tomokazu or FY Seiryuu-side songs, that'd also be a great help.... yes, I know...I'm a greedy bastard.... Thanks for all the cool people who have reviewed and special thanks to Chibigreenwizardmon for telling me how to spell criticism and for General Touchstone for actually saying something constructive (more on the subject later, sorry about this chapter still being mostly Genrou...)!!!!! It's little things like these that make my day!!!!!! C'mon, people, it's not that hard pressing that magical Review-button and it makes poor widdle me so happy!!!
And then the most important thing: Krissie, I *do* love you and if you've not checked your mail yet, you really should do it... But you scared the shit out of me! (not literally!!!!!!! Why did I end up using such a stupid expression in the first place?) (BTW nothing in the mail was intended to blame you in any way ::starts groveling on the floor being afraid that she's written something that might be missunderstood::) Plwease don't scare me like that again, honey, or I'm gonna jump all the way over the Atlanic ocean and glomp you and never let go!!! It'd be pretty hard doing anything with a chibified me hanging on your leg all the time, ne? ....I wanna give you a hug.........
BTW no spellcheck on this chapter, please don't suffocate for laughing too much cuz I'm a poor bastard and could never afford your hospital bills....
Double Reflections
Chapter 13
Houjun was sitting in the library, trying to concentrate on his school-work, but his mind kept slipping to Tasuki all the time. It would soon be time for another tutoring session with Genrou, but that didn't disturb Houjun at all, most opposite actually. Now that he wasn't scared of his pupil anymore, he had started to enjoy spending evenings with the red-head. It was nice to teach someone who was actually listening for a change instead of wasting all his energy in just trying to make people sit still for five seconds. Still, things never got boring with Genrou being around, the red-head often made such out of place comments that even Houjun had to smile.
Houjun checked his watch. He would have just enough time to go see if Tasuki had written already.
***
Genrou was in Nirvana, just staring at the part of the story where Houjun told him he loved him. He wished he could have just placed that feeling on the screen somehow, but he guessed he had to use mere words instead.
" Tasuki was stunned by Chichiri's words. Could it really be possible that the monk loved him? The bandit had never dared to hope his feelings to be returned, - " Genrou smirked. He had actually hoped for quite a lot of things which all involved Houjun loving him in one way or another... " he had been ready to spend the rest of his life just loving Chichiri from afar. " Genrou frowned. He had almost written Houjun. He also had another reason to pause: seeing what he had written, and understanding it was more than just pretty words, made him realize how much he actually loved the blue-haired man. He would keep loving Houjun for the rest of his life even if the other man never found out who he truly was. The thought had a slightly bitter-sweet touch to it but it also felt Genrou's heart with something bigger than he had ever experienced. Devoting his life so completely to someone was the greatest commitment he could ever hope to make, and Houjun was the only person who could ever be worth it.
" Tasuki lifted his head, looking Chichiri straight in the eye, not even seeing clearly because his mind was so over-flowingly filled with love towards the other man. He stared at the monk, trying to come up with something to say, something that could describe his feelings. He knew that no words could ever be enough, yet the only thing that came even close was a simple three-word sentence.
'I love you.'
Tasuki kept his gaze locked with Chichiri's, waiting to see the monk's reaction to his words. Would he dare to kiss Chichiri? "
"Hello, Genrou! What are you typing so intently?"
Houjun's voice. Right behind his back.
Genrou almost fell down from the chair trying to close the story and stand up so he would block Houjun's view of the screen, almost forgetting to save. "Oh, I was just finishin' tomorrow's homework, that bit on Watergate." The essay in question was already safely in his locker, but hopefully Houjun didn't know it. Genrou was panicking. What if Houjun had seen what he had been typing?
"Oh, good, then you won't mind me borrowing the computer for a while, will you?"
Genrou bet Houjun wanted to check the story. That meant the blue-haired man would read his confession in a couple of minutes. Genrou was almost scared to see how Houjun would react.
"Not at all. It's all yers."
He'd better go fetch that essay in case Houjun wanted to read it through.
***
It was quite late in the evening already. They had been supposed to cover the things leading to World War II that night, but Houjun had insisted on starting with the actual military operations, too, because he was sure Genrou would make so many questions they would fall behind in the schedule otherwise.
"Hitler first attacked Poland in 1938." Houjun closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. Genrou was bound to get all the maneuvers mixed up if Houjun kept just droning like that. "Here, let me draw you a map." Houjun reached for a pen, but a sudden jolt of pain struck through his neck and upper right arm. He flinched involuntarily.
***
Genrou stood up immediately. "Is yer shoulder still that screwed up? Lemme rub yer back or something, it's the least I can do. It's my fault in the first place that ya got hurt." Genrou hurried around the table and placed his hands on Houjun's shoulders before the other man could object. It was a perfect excuse for being close to him. "Ya can keep talking while I do this, unless I keep distractin' ya too much, that is..." Genrou knew he at least was getting extremely distracted by being only a couple of inches away from Houjun, massaging his tutor's shoulders. How could even someone's neck look so gorgeous?
"Really, Genrou, there is no need for fussing so much about my shoulder." Genrou could feel Houjun's muscles loosening already.
"Yeah? Why not?" Genrou asked frowning, now completely absorbed in trying to make Houjun feel as good as possible. When he had first touched Houjun's back, he had felt him go all tense. He hadn't realized it then, but now he understood that it was probably because Houjun hadn't been physically this close to anyone for years. Genrou wanted to hug the poor guy but that would have probably given him a heart-attack.
"Well, first of all, it's my shoulder. Why should anyone care?" Genrou could feel Houjun begin to relax completely under the soft pressure from his fingers.
"Chiri, I told ya already, ya don't have to be so strong all the time..." Genrou felt Houjun go suddenly all tense again. Something he'd said? What could it possibly -
No shit.
He had let it slip.
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
AN: ::is already running half way to Siberia trying to dodge tables:: You'll never catch me!!!!! But if I get enough reviews, I might try getting the next chapter out before 2027. ::hint hint:: And if anybody knows where to download Weiss Kreuz songs or anything by Seki Tomokazu or FY Seiryuu-side songs, that'd also be a great help.... yes, I know...I'm a greedy bastard.... Thanks for all the cool people who have reviewed and special thanks to Chibigreenwizardmon for telling me how to spell criticism and for General Touchstone for actually saying something constructive (more on the subject later, sorry about this chapter still being mostly Genrou...)!!!!! It's little things like these that make my day!!!!!! C'mon, people, it's not that hard pressing that magical Review-button and it makes poor widdle me so happy!!!
And then the most important thing: Krissie, I *do* love you and if you've not checked your mail yet, you really should do it... But you scared the shit out of me! (not literally!!!!!!! Why did I end up using such a stupid expression in the first place?) (BTW nothing in the mail was intended to blame you in any way ::starts groveling on the floor being afraid that she's written something that might be missunderstood::) Plwease don't scare me like that again, honey, or I'm gonna jump all the way over the Atlanic ocean and glomp you and never let go!!! It'd be pretty hard doing anything with a chibified me hanging on your leg all the time, ne? ....I wanna give you a hug.........