Fubuki
by Vanessa S. Quest
Sunshine was far from sight as winter tightened her elegant long fingers around the city of Tokyo. Omi loved looking out at the snow, he sat in the kitchen with his breath collecting onto the glass window as he leaned his cheek into it. One harmless little flake fell down first, piercing the veil between the two worlds. Next came the other passive snowflakes, in handfuls, creating a small winter flurry. Omi looked at the ground below that was turning soft shades of speckled green, gray and white. Finally the ground became swallowed by white flakes in a thin layer that left Omi smiling. The snow was going to stick.
That's when Yoji came in with three bags in hand and a pouting lip. "Of all my luck I'm going to get snowed in without a date!"
Omi turned to look at Yoji. "What do you mean Kun-kun?" Snow started to fall down faster and much thicker.
"Just look outside chibi. We're expecting a blizzard."
Omi turned back to the window his smile still faint as he watched the singularly identifiable flakes jumble and combine into indeterminable and indifferent blurs of white. A gust picked up and he knew what Yoji said was true. It was going to storm.
Aya came in with another set of bags; Ken came in with a few more behind Aya. Omi looked at them both, "You all went without me?"
"Sorry Omi, we met up at the store after hearing the weather report, Yotan and I were delivering the last few bouquets and Aya must have closed early." Ken shrugged.
Aya came in with another two bags. Omi glared at Aya, "How many bags did you get?!" He began to stand up when Aya looked at him with apologetic eyes.
"There's only two more bags, I'll get them." Aya said before Omi could volunteer himself. Omi looked into Aya's eyes directly.
"Do you want me to come?"
A twisted smile formed on Yoji's face and all he could do to prevent him from saying 'Oh I bet he DOES, just not in his car' he quickly added a supplementary, "Why don't you unpack the groceries?"
Aya heard the hesitation in Yoji's voice and gave him a well-deserved glare that of course Ken didn't understand and Omi didn't catch as Aya let out a cranky, "Yoji," continued with a less hard voice, "bring in the canopy, it'll rip if it's left out in a snowstorm."
Yoji gulped, he realized that plan of Aya's pretty quickly. He probably planned on killing in the snow, dragging the body to the street before the heavy snow covered the blood and drag marks and letting the plow carry away the carcass only to claim Yoji ran away with a woman, or something. Clever, but not clever enough! Yoji spat out a quick "Make Ken-Ken do it. Omi needs me to help him unload his package." A smug smile was brought to his face as Aya fumed, Omi was none-the-wiser about the joke made at his expense but his lover most certainly didn't carry on that ignorance.
Omi glared at Yoji. That made Yoji sweat, Aya would never get away with killing Yoji for no reason in FRONT of the chibi but if Omitchi knows the reasoning, he might even help.
Omi snarled, "ee-Y-oh-jee! I already unpacked! AND furthermore I am completely capable of putting away groceries, I'm not that short you know." Omi turned his head up at Yoji trying desperately for a few inches in comparison to the taller man.
"Sure you are, chibi. I mean I call you a chibi for a reason." He smiled at Omi playfully. Omi had that look he normally got when he was happy that attention was on him but wanted to look unhappy because he was embarrassed all the same.
Aya returned with the last few bags, he had lied, their were at least four more although he had tried to hide those extra bags by putting them right inside the shop's door that connected into the living quarters. Omi pretended not to notice and hoped Aya was planning something romantic though he doubted it. Aya didn't seem to love the anonymity of falling snow.
Yoji slowly backed out of the room once his obligations were met and he meddled with Omi, ruffled his hair, got the look from Aya that he read as: 'I'm horny get the fuck out now or I'll turn you into an over-sized pincushion.' He quickly gathered up Ken and left the room with some excuse about having to check on the wood-burning stove they had in storage, just in case the street lost power.
Omi put the last bag of marshmallows up in the top shelf of the cupboards when he felt Aya's cool-to-the-touch skin wrap around his exposed stomach. Omi quickly snapped back into a standing position and pealed Aya's hands off from around his waist before the others could see. "Aya-kun! What are you doing! The others are right in the other room!" Omi blushed ferociously.
Aya's eyes were soft and seemed sweet like plums, Omi looked into those eyes with a longing but knew he couldn't, not yet, not until later at least. He loved that warm look in Aya's eyes and how it was meant for him and only him. That warmed him more than any stove or cup of cocoa could dream.
Aya kissed the top of Omi's head pressing the golden strands down only for a moment, then the hair readjusted and puffed back up after Aya's lips made contact to his scalp. Omi's blood was pure steam. He bit his lower lip to stop it from quivering, his eyes glassed as they closed to a dream-like state and he thanked the stars he was turned to face the cupboards when Yoji came back in, Aya quickly spun to the refrigerator as if putting eggnog away when Yoji noticed Omi walking high.
That high walk turned into a quick longing and when he heard Yoji's footsteps and voice into major embarrassment and anger that he just gave in to Aya so quickly. He quickly grabbed a paper bag and rushed out of the room muttering quite flustered, "I should get some firewood for Ken-kun, Aya thanks for the help with the . groceries." He spun on his heals and left.
Yoji laughed, "Blushing virgin, isn't he?"
Aya grabbed Yoji's collar. "Kudou, explain yourself!"
"Damn! And I thought *I* was bad, but doing him in the kitchen definitely isn't sanitary to my tastes. to just think Omi. sprawled on the counter." Yoji smiled, "Oh wait, right, you probably already DID think that, explaining that one there and all. That is, unless you started wearing your sword around the house."
Aya's eye twitched. He threw Yoji to the ground, "We have civil decency you nymphomaniac."
Yoji cackled.
"And so what if he's shy? It's better than the thought of dating a man- whore."
"I know, isn't it cute to corrupt them? I mean especially the shy ones. So Aya, do you plan on discarding him when you're through? I think Ken might have a crush on him is why I ask." Yoji laughed once more as he quickly exited the room, knowing very well when to exit.
Aya's eye twitched a second time. That Kudou just couldn't help but get under his skin, immature brat! If Omi had heard any of that he'd kill him, but Kudou was right, Omi was so shy he probably would remain in the basement with Hidaka until he knew the cost was clear.
Aya decided to go help Omi find some wood. for the fire. right.
TBC.
Sunshine was far from sight as winter tightened her elegant long fingers around the city of Tokyo. Omi loved looking out at the snow, he sat in the kitchen with his breath collecting onto the glass window as he leaned his cheek into it. One harmless little flake fell down first, piercing the veil between the two worlds. Next came the other passive snowflakes, in handfuls, creating a small winter flurry. Omi looked at the ground below that was turning soft shades of speckled green, gray and white. Finally the ground became swallowed by white flakes in a thin layer that left Omi smiling. The snow was going to stick.
That's when Yoji came in with three bags in hand and a pouting lip. "Of all my luck I'm going to get snowed in without a date!"
Omi turned to look at Yoji. "What do you mean Kun-kun?" Snow started to fall down faster and much thicker.
"Just look outside chibi. We're expecting a blizzard."
Omi turned back to the window his smile still faint as he watched the singularly identifiable flakes jumble and combine into indeterminable and indifferent blurs of white. A gust picked up and he knew what Yoji said was true. It was going to storm.
Aya came in with another set of bags; Ken came in with a few more behind Aya. Omi looked at them both, "You all went without me?"
"Sorry Omi, we met up at the store after hearing the weather report, Yotan and I were delivering the last few bouquets and Aya must have closed early." Ken shrugged.
Aya came in with another two bags. Omi glared at Aya, "How many bags did you get?!" He began to stand up when Aya looked at him with apologetic eyes.
"There's only two more bags, I'll get them." Aya said before Omi could volunteer himself. Omi looked into Aya's eyes directly.
"Do you want me to come?"
A twisted smile formed on Yoji's face and all he could do to prevent him from saying 'Oh I bet he DOES, just not in his car' he quickly added a supplementary, "Why don't you unpack the groceries?"
Aya heard the hesitation in Yoji's voice and gave him a well-deserved glare that of course Ken didn't understand and Omi didn't catch as Aya let out a cranky, "Yoji," continued with a less hard voice, "bring in the canopy, it'll rip if it's left out in a snowstorm."
Yoji gulped, he realized that plan of Aya's pretty quickly. He probably planned on killing in the snow, dragging the body to the street before the heavy snow covered the blood and drag marks and letting the plow carry away the carcass only to claim Yoji ran away with a woman, or something. Clever, but not clever enough! Yoji spat out a quick "Make Ken-Ken do it. Omi needs me to help him unload his package." A smug smile was brought to his face as Aya fumed, Omi was none-the-wiser about the joke made at his expense but his lover most certainly didn't carry on that ignorance.
Omi glared at Yoji. That made Yoji sweat, Aya would never get away with killing Yoji for no reason in FRONT of the chibi but if Omitchi knows the reasoning, he might even help.
Omi snarled, "ee-Y-oh-jee! I already unpacked! AND furthermore I am completely capable of putting away groceries, I'm not that short you know." Omi turned his head up at Yoji trying desperately for a few inches in comparison to the taller man.
"Sure you are, chibi. I mean I call you a chibi for a reason." He smiled at Omi playfully. Omi had that look he normally got when he was happy that attention was on him but wanted to look unhappy because he was embarrassed all the same.
Aya returned with the last few bags, he had lied, their were at least four more although he had tried to hide those extra bags by putting them right inside the shop's door that connected into the living quarters. Omi pretended not to notice and hoped Aya was planning something romantic though he doubted it. Aya didn't seem to love the anonymity of falling snow.
Yoji slowly backed out of the room once his obligations were met and he meddled with Omi, ruffled his hair, got the look from Aya that he read as: 'I'm horny get the fuck out now or I'll turn you into an over-sized pincushion.' He quickly gathered up Ken and left the room with some excuse about having to check on the wood-burning stove they had in storage, just in case the street lost power.
Omi put the last bag of marshmallows up in the top shelf of the cupboards when he felt Aya's cool-to-the-touch skin wrap around his exposed stomach. Omi quickly snapped back into a standing position and pealed Aya's hands off from around his waist before the others could see. "Aya-kun! What are you doing! The others are right in the other room!" Omi blushed ferociously.
Aya's eyes were soft and seemed sweet like plums, Omi looked into those eyes with a longing but knew he couldn't, not yet, not until later at least. He loved that warm look in Aya's eyes and how it was meant for him and only him. That warmed him more than any stove or cup of cocoa could dream.
Aya kissed the top of Omi's head pressing the golden strands down only for a moment, then the hair readjusted and puffed back up after Aya's lips made contact to his scalp. Omi's blood was pure steam. He bit his lower lip to stop it from quivering, his eyes glassed as they closed to a dream-like state and he thanked the stars he was turned to face the cupboards when Yoji came back in, Aya quickly spun to the refrigerator as if putting eggnog away when Yoji noticed Omi walking high.
That high walk turned into a quick longing and when he heard Yoji's footsteps and voice into major embarrassment and anger that he just gave in to Aya so quickly. He quickly grabbed a paper bag and rushed out of the room muttering quite flustered, "I should get some firewood for Ken-kun, Aya thanks for the help with the . groceries." He spun on his heals and left.
Yoji laughed, "Blushing virgin, isn't he?"
Aya grabbed Yoji's collar. "Kudou, explain yourself!"
"Damn! And I thought *I* was bad, but doing him in the kitchen definitely isn't sanitary to my tastes. to just think Omi. sprawled on the counter." Yoji smiled, "Oh wait, right, you probably already DID think that, explaining that one there and all. That is, unless you started wearing your sword around the house."
Aya's eye twitched. He threw Yoji to the ground, "We have civil decency you nymphomaniac."
Yoji cackled.
"And so what if he's shy? It's better than the thought of dating a man- whore."
"I know, isn't it cute to corrupt them? I mean especially the shy ones. So Aya, do you plan on discarding him when you're through? I think Ken might have a crush on him is why I ask." Yoji laughed once more as he quickly exited the room, knowing very well when to exit.
Aya's eye twitched a second time. That Kudou just couldn't help but get under his skin, immature brat! If Omi had heard any of that he'd kill him, but Kudou was right, Omi was so shy he probably would remain in the basement with Hidaka until he knew the cost was clear.
Aya decided to go help Omi find some wood. for the fire. right.
TBC.