Here we are, my first real shot at an X fic. This is a bit of an odd one, considering the whole thing will just be a day in the lives of two characters and essentially it'll all boil down to interaction. There'll be one fic for every day of the week, two characters a day. Sunday is Yuuto and Seishirou.
Most of the time in life it was always enjoyable to have a set routine. One day would come, it would be accepted as it was, and it would be lived out to the fullest extent. And each day was the same as the last, continuing on forever.
Expect on Sundays.
The rest of the world didn't matter on a Sunday, nothing needed to be done, no tasks accomplished, nothing. There was no one to meet, no meetings to arrange, notes to be taken. Absolutely nothing. Yuuto loved Sundays, though just as much as every other day.
On this particular day he found it best to sleep in until the sun peeked in between the slots of his blinds and tickled his toes with its warmth. Of course, that would wind up being the exact same time that a certain little someone would decide to awake from her silent rest and find her way to his side, tapping ever so gently upon his ear. She'd croon and chirp and try all other tactics available to her until he woke and acknowledged her and ran his hand gently down her back.
"You certainly make a wonderful alarm clock," he'd say to her, voice cheerful as always, "Though I'm sure most other clocks don't have a need for feathers, unless I were to invest in a cuckoo clock…"
Irritated by the mere thought of a replacement, the small bird found her way to her master's shoulder and gave his ear a light nip. He laughed.
"You've always been the jealous one, haven't you Utaki? You just want to keep me all to yourself?"
She chirped in response.
So the morning began for Kigai Yuuto. He prepared his own breakfast, ate it at whatever pace he felt appropriate for the day, and enjoyed his morning cup of dragon well tea. Although he personally preferred rolling clouds to dragon well, he knew that brand of tea was much too expensive to be part of a daily routine. It was carefully tucked away in the cabinet, saved for special occasions. However, the leaves had not been touched in a good many years.
On most Sundays, Yuuto would not leave the house until well after noon. He found that it was best to pass the time flipping through the pages of a book or nonchalantly arranging words into a semblance of poetry. Yuuto didn't consider himself a poet by any definition, he was simply a government worker. The words that wrote themselves on Sunday mornings were simply musings and thoughts, that would most likely never be seen by the eyes of others. A neat stack of them sat upon the edge of his desk, every so often he would stash them away within the drawers of the desk, but that only ever occurred when he saw it fit. The current stack was getting rather large.
This Sunday, however, was different from most. Oddly enough, Yuuto did not feel the pull towards his more artistic side. It was on this day that the pleasant sunlight filtering between the blinds of his windows drew him outside like some hypnotic siren's song. Not caring for why he felt such an urge, Yuuto obeyed it, making sure to feed Utaki before he left. She could get quite ornery on an empty stomach.
As he suspected, the sky was a perfect shade of blue on that day. A light breeze blew down the streets, but it was hardly cold. Instead, the sun provided a sort of warmth that didn't quite make one hot, but instead provided a feeling of comfort that was not easily imitated. It was on these days that Yuuto walked casually down the streets of Tokyo.
Unlike some, who saw it as necessary to fight the natural flow that developed amongst the numerous pedestrians, Yuuto simply let the crowd carry him forward. His steps were unknown to himself, all he cared for was the light feeling of the sun on his face, and the gentle blue glow of the sky above. Every so often he would glance to the side, looking through store windows or the glass doors of office buildings. Few people were working on a day like this, so the stores were open, and bustling. Men, women, and children alike went in and out, bags in hand, completely content within their own world. Yuuto couldn't help but smile.
It wasn't until well after two that he decided to stop. His feet had started to ache slightly, and a dulled feeling within his stomach told him that it would be a perfect time for lunch. And of course, there was a quaint little café right across the street.
The café specialized in drinks, though around the lunch time hour they did serve some western foods or an already prepared bento box. Yuuto was of the opinion that a sandwich and cup of tea would do just fine. He quickly purchased his tea and found himself a seat when something, or rather someone, quite intriguing caught his eye. His lip quirked slightly, well, it could never hurt to simply have a friendly conversation with someone, now could it?
Calmly he moved his things and seated himself across from the familiar face.
"It's a surprise seeing you here, Sakurazuka-san."
The other man turned his gaze slightly. Before Yuuto had arrived his eyes had been quite intensely focused on something outside the window, but now only his blind eye was turned upon the object of his scrutiny.
He smirked in response to the water caster's greeting. "Ohayo, Kigai-san." He then paused for a moment and corrected himself, "But it isn't morning anymore, now is it?"
"Almost three," Yuuto responded with a smile, "Loosing track of time?"
"Only on the weekends," he replied with a casual wave of his hand, dispelling the mere thought that he would be anywhere but on top of things.
"I see," Casually the blonde started on his sandwich before asking, "So what brings you out here?"
"Hunting," the reply from the Sakurazukamori was just as casual.
"Anything in particular?"
"See for yourself," Seishirou smirked and nodded towards the window.
Glancing towards the crowds outside Yuuto quickly caught sight of the person in question and gave his companion a knowing smirk. "Ah, that kind of hunting."
"Of course."
Yuuto nodded and took a slow sip of his tea before watching the other man over the rim of the cup. "Aren't those kind of games rather childish?"
With a short, clipped laugh Seishirou held his hands up in surrender. "He started it, not me. And who am I to resist a request to play from someone like that?"
"You're right, that would be quite rude of you."
"Exactly," he smiled, "And that wouldn't be in my nature."
This time it was Yuuto who laughed, "No, it simply wouldn't be fitting for the Sakurazukamori to be rude."
"You see my point." The smiles remained present on both of their faces as Seishirou turned his glance towards the window once again. For a moment his smile faded slightly before he shrugged his shoulders. "Though it seems as if I've lost this game."
"Such a pity," Yuuto shook his head, feigning distress, "To see one of the game's best players defeated by an amateur."
"He's hardly the amateur though," Seishirou pointed out, "He's had nine years of practice."
"Quite true, though his level in skill doesn't equal yours, ne?"
"Of course not," he spoke as if the thought was an impossibility.
"You sound so sure of yourself, Sakurazuka-san."
"That's because I am."
"Certainty is not always an ally you know…" though Yuuto's voice was friendly there was a slight undertone of warning within it.
"I think with my profession, I'm entitled to a little bit of it."
"Ah, also quite true." Yuuto conceded.
"How about you, Kigai-san," Seishirou asked, finally turning himself to fully face the water caster, "What brings you here today?"
"What else," he replied with a smirk, "fate."
"Fate…sadame…that's quite an interesting name for a woman," the tone of his voice was soft and taunting.
"She's a harsh mistress."
"Into bondage then?"
"Extremely, she loves it."
The two paused for a moment before Yuuto let loose a peal of laughter. Seishirou merely shook his head and brought a cigarette up to his lips.
"You really believe in that?"
"Why not?"
The other man snorted as he lit his cigarette and took a slow drag. "Some outside force controlling my entire life. No way. I've got control of it, always have, and always will." With a soft hiss he let out a steady stream of smoke between his lips.
"What about him?" Yuuto asked with genuine curiosity.
"He's just a plaything. Something to keep me entertained when life gets dull."
"Interesting…" Aqua eyes followed the trail where the person in question had disappeared into the crowds.
"He's mine you know." There was a growl beneath the words the Sakurazukamori spoke.
"Of course," Yuuto replied with an amiable smile, "I wouldn't think of infringing on your territory."
"Good."
Silence descended upon the two dragons of earth for a few moments. Without speaking a word, the cigarette between Seishirou's lips slowly grew shorter as Yuuto's lunch vanished at an equal speed. A few more words were exchanged casually before Yuuto took a moment to glance at his watch.
"Well, it seems like it's getting quite late, and I left a rather impatient female alone at home. I don't think she would be very pleased at me if I were late."
"You and your women," Seishirou muttered under his breath, and then spoke, much louder, "Go ahead, I think I'll see if I can't catch up with my friend."
"I wish you luck then, Sakurazuka-san," With a smile and a wave Yuuto left him.
The Sakurazukamori's eyes remained on the water caster's back before he too rose from the seat within the café. Glancing towards the thinning crowds outside the window he snorted. He quickly made his way outside and ground the cigarette butt beneath his boot.
"You won today, Subaru-kun, but only today."
Calmly he made his way to Ueno Park, thinking nothing of the task he was about to accomplish. There was blood on his gloves without him being conscious of it, but thankfully this time he had managed to keep most of it from staining his suit. It was always difficult to get blood stains out of white shirts, especially when the clothes he wore were quite expensive.
Entering into his apartment he tossed his gloves onto a nearby table that was just inside the door, his shoes were kicked off but he didn't bother to put on his house slippers. He preferred walking about his apartment in just his simple black socks.
Dinner was done before he knew it, though he didn't recall actually having done the cooking. He ate, drank, and seated himself upon his couch in the living room. Sometimes life was very boring.
Idly he wondered if the day could have been more interesting if he had decided to pursue Subaru instead of allowing the water caster to distract him with his simple smile and mundane conversation. There would probably be much more interesting things to do that night if he had managed to win the day's game. Definitely more interesting things.
But that was what could have happened. Seishirou shrugged and dismissed it. He'd have his way, he always did. Seeing nothing better to do, and noting that the sky was beginning to obtain its blood stained colors that signaled the death of the day, the Sakurazukamori slept.
~*~
Sunday
By TK Date