Author: Supreme Overlord Erin-chan
Rating: G.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belong to Matsushita-sensei who would probably kill me if she read this. Kill me with my own pen. Wait, I wrote this on the computer. Uh...well, no doubt she'd be inventive. (Oh god, my poor data cables!)
Notes: Konoe/Gushoushin is my OTP. Fear it. Also, I will not be held responsible for deaths or illnesses—that includes gagging and retching—that are a result of reading this.
Thank Yous: Naomi for coming up with the word "goosh". Far too numerous people to mention who encourage me on these things—and who are all secretly fans of this pairing. You know you love this pairing. Admit it to yourself, and then join the revolution.
Pairings: Konoe + Gushoushin. Yes, you DID read that correctly. And yes, I do mean Konoe-kacho, the wrinkly old man, and Gushoushin, the chicken things. Yes, BOTH of them.
Warnings for: Severe gooshiness. That is to say, gushy goo. Sappy sweetness. Goosh, people. It's goosh. It's meant to be disturbing—and it IS disturbing. Be warned of this! It's very disturbing! It's sick and twisted! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE DIABETIC! …or at least, not without your insulin. And don't read it if you're sane, either. Oh yeah, warnings for chicken love too. But if you read my fics, you probably don't mind that.
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The Gushoushin brothers wandered around the library absently, not really doing anything of substance but at least looking like they had things to do. Gushoushin Younger hovered around the front desk, hoping someone would come in and alleviate the boredom.
"Ah~! Kacho! Welcome!" Younger chirped as the wrinkly old man entered. Konoe nodded and smiled at him.
"Good morning, Gushoushin," he said politely, concealing the feelings that rose within him. Feelings like which he had never experienced before, feelings that he dared not tell anyone about.
"Are you looking for something in particular?" Elder asked helpfully, setting some books down on the desk. Konoe pulled his attention back to the present, away from those tender, feathered bodies that he longed to caress and love endlessly into the night.
"Ah, no, Gushoushin...I just..." Konoe paused. What was he supposed to tell them? He couldn't admit that he'd come merely to gaze at their chickenlike beauty, silently worship their majestically curved beaks and tempting white feathers. Merely being in the same room with them seemed to bring out an entirely different person within him, a person who was not afraid of his innermost desires, a person who did not care what others thought as long as those delicate Librarians were within reach.
"You just...?" the twins looked at each other in confusion, then at the chief.
"I just...came to see how you were getting on," Konoe said, internally wincing at how false it sounded, even to his own ears. Gushoushin Younger blushed a little, the feathers around his face barely hiding the pink flesh beneath.
"We're fine, Kacho," Elder said, sounding a little flustered—or was that simply Konoe's imagination?
"I'm so glad to hear that," Konoe replied woodenly. Oh, lord, if only he could tell them--!!
"We're...much better since you came by to see us," Younger said quietly, looking at the old man with an unreadable emotion.
"You—are?" Konoe asked with surprise.
"Yes," Younger answered, looking down at the book of records in front of him as though it was of great interest. Elder clicked his beak anxiously.
"Gushoushin..." Konoe whispered, his craggy face taking on the beginning of a soft expression. As understanding began to dawn, it lit up the wrinkles in such a way that the Gushoushin thought was completely incomparable.
"Kacho," Elder began, fluttering upwards and touching Konoe gently on the shoulder. Younger began to turn a little pink through his feathers and looked down at his records.
Konoe's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it...it was almost impossible. Did they really return his feelings? Was the game of cat and mouse, was all the hiding of feelings, finally over? Could he finally caress those feathered forms like he'd been dreaming of for so long?
As though in answer, Elder gently nudged his beak against Konoe's cheek. Immediately, Konoe embraced his new lovers, tears rolling down his ten thousand year old face.
"Oh, my loves," he gurgled, "I had no idea!"
"Oh, Kacho," Younger exclaimed, caught in the emotion.
"Oh, Kacho," Elder breathed.
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
Cherry blossoms somehow managed to beat the windows open just so they could float in at this moment, surrounding the new lovers in a haze of love and joy, where neither age no appearance, nor even species could halt the power of true love. There is no music, for such a thing would ruin the true tenderness of this moment. That, and the fact that all the musicians had gone home sick.
As the scene fades, amidst the sound of vomiting, a small Tsuzuki-puppy is screaming, "OH MY GOD THAT IS SO WRONG!" and trying to hide under a blueberry muffin.
~The End~
