Disclaimer: CLAMP owns 'em all! (No copyright infringement intended.)
Pairing: Rikuou/Kazahaya?
Rating: PG? slight PG-13 for language?
Warnings: my first GD fic… very, very short… kinda weird, and definitely vague. Not beta'd, read at own risk. ^^;;
Notes: response to a 500 word challenge issued by a friend using the phrase "nothing but an apron."
Apron
--meryl lynn
"Hey, let's stop by the Green Drugstore."
"A drugstore? Why? Are you in trouble again?"
"What? Of course not! Mou, sometimes you're really rude, y'know? Listen, there's some really hot guys working there."
"Oh? How hot? You told me that guy who worked at the Piffle Princess Café was hot—"
"Geez, will you forget about that
already? Anyway, compared to these guys
he looks like last week's tofu."
"I dunno—ouch! Okay, okay, I get
it! You don't have to hit me. Let's go see your so-called 'hot' guys."
"Great! You're so not going to regret this. …Okay, here we go."
"…Oh. My. God."
"I told you so. Did you check out the one shelving the shampoo?"
"Mmm… tall, dark, and handsome, where have you been all my life?"
"Ssssh! Geez, keep it down! And don't be so obvious!"
"Well, you should stop snickering then. Wow, check out the one that just came in. Damn, he looks prettier than me!"
"…Mm"
"…Oh yeah."
"Stop staring."
"You stop staring."
"I wonder if they have girlfriends."
"Duh. Gorgeous guys like them are always taken. But that doesn't stop us other girls from
imagining what they look like only wearing those aprons. Ouch!
I told you to stop hitting me already!"
"God, you're such a perv!"
"Okay, I'm going to go up to the
pretty one."
"What?"
"Don't be such a pre-teen. Here, hold my bag."
"…Pre-teen. Well, just because some of us aren't complete sluts doesn't mean… What the fuck? …Girl, what did you do to him?"
"How the fuck should I know? I just handed him that box of hair dye and suddenly he goes psycho on me!"
"Geez! I can't take you anywhere! Let's get out of here. Before you make any more of an ass of yourself."
"Hey, I didn't do anything!"
"Just go."
"Ugh. Fine, fine. He was even prettier up close, by the way."
"You're hopeless."
**
As he opened his eyes to bright fluorescent light, Kazahaya wondered about those lucky bastards who'd never once experienced having to wake up from the floor their entire lives. Groaning, he got up even as Kakei asked him if he was alright, Saiga hovering behind him as always. Yes, yes, he was fine, just another vision. Yeah, something from the girl. He knew he was blushing even before Saiga started ribbing him about it. Rikuou walked over and picked up the hair dye he'd dropped, mercifully silent, for once. Kazahaya couldn't bring himself to look at him. Damn hormonal teenagers. Nothing but an apron. God.