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ChoresHanamichi bounced on his heels as he waited for the door to be opened. It was a sunny Sunday morning. He and Kaede had planned on spending the day together just lazing around at the fox-boy's house. So here he was waiting for a boyfriend—who didn't seem to want to open his goddamn door!
After several minutes of knocking, shouting, and pounding, the redhead decided to just open the block of wood with the spare key that was given him months before "just in case." Since he rarely used the key and since he accepted most everything at face value, Hanamichi never asked what the "just in case" was.
Once inside, he called his lover's name several times before he found a note on top of the TV.
Hanamichi,
I have to go to the grocery for some stuff. I won't be long.
KaedeThe tall boy frowned. Bumming around an empty house wasn't his idea of fun.
He looked around the quiet living room before grabbing the remote control and plopping down on the sofa across the TV set. He flicked the tube on and spent a few minutes surfing the various channels. Finding nothing interesting he switched it off and looked around the area again. He sighed and began to bounce on his seat. Fidgeting, he stood up and headed for Kaede's room. Maybe he'd find something to do there.
Once upstairs he sweatdropped when he saw the state of his lover's room. Simply put, it was a mess. He tried to make his way through the maze called the floor before tripping on one of the magazines lying there. He scowled at the offending material before deciding to tidy up the room a bit just to prevent further accidents. He briefly wondered how the always-sleepy boy managed to get around the place.
Put some comic books and magazines on the shelf.
Straighten the bed.
Dust picture beside the bed.
Dust everything else in the room!
Some time later, Hanamichi still felt restless. He guessed that the two cups of coffee he had downed that morning were finally taking effect. He sighed then saw several pieces of clothing on a chair. He decided to put them in the hamper inside the bathroom but found the container overflowing with dirty clothes. The boy wrinkled his nose and huffed.
"Hmp! Stupid Kitsune! Really doesn't have the strength or stamina of this genius. Must be because of the extra practices. He can't even do his laundry anymore, messy room…and he has the gall to tell me to clean my room! Hmp!"
He contemplated the hamper for a while before deciding to just carry the whole thing down to the washing machine. He had done all he could for the room. Plus he couldn't think of anything else better to do. Really he wasn't doing this to help his stupid boyfriend or anything!
Passing by the kitchen on the way to the laundry he saw the sink covered with dirty dishes.
"Geez that Kitsune can be such a slob sometimes…" he grumbled as he finally dumped the clothes down and spent several minutes sorting through them and checking for forgotten things inside the pockets.
A large sweatdrop appeared on his head when he had finished. A pile of loose change, band-aids, lint, foil wrappers, dried grass and various plants, receipts, wristbands, shoelaces, and even a small ID picture of himself surrounded him.
He shook his head, placed the whites inside the machine first, and mechanically went through the process of doing the laundry. Afterwards he scooped up what he had uncovered and headed for the kitchen where he dumped the trash inside the trashcan. The money and the picture he placed on top of the fridge.
He faced the dirty dishes and shrugged. He turned on the radio near the counter first before attacking the new task, a fast foreign tune accompanying him.
He hummed underneath his breath as the soapsuds filled the sink. Soon his foot started tapping. His hips began swaying. His torso began moving. By the time he was rinsing the plates, he was already gyrating and spouting off the English words that he could understand at the tops of his lungs, making up the rest of the lyrics that he couldn't make out.
He pulled out the mop when the dishes were placed on the drying rack. Sweeping across the kitchen floor he bopped to a new tune with the mop as his partner. He finished his act with a triple twirl, his right hand dipping the mop handle down, his left hand up in the air, eyes closed in concentration.
It took a while for the clapping to reach his consciousness. When it did, his eyes snapped open and he whirled to find Kaede leaning on the doorframe balancing a bag of grocery in his arm. Blue eyes danced at a flushed Hanamichi and red lips twitched as pale hands clapped softly.
"Uhm…" words failed the redhead.
The raven-haired boy stopped the one-man applause, placed the grocery on the table, and approached him. The washing machine chose that moment to whine as it shifted the clothes inside it. Fox-like eyes widened and Hanamichi saw the brunette glance at the sink behind him before staring back at his face. He squirmed at the intense look so he took his usual way out of any embarrassing events. He bragged—loudly.
"Nya-ha-ha-ha! See how this genius can do chores much better than you! The dishes even squeak because of their cleanliness! Nya-ha-ha!"
His laughter faltered when the stoic boy just gifted him with a rare sweet smile. He was completely silent when the smaller boy sighed.
"Thank you. I've been too tired to do all those things because of practice. Although," Hanamichi saw mischief suddenly enter Kaede's eyes, "I can dreg up some energy for say…the reward I have to give you for doing all these for me."
Hanamichi felt goosebumps on his arm as a pale hand caressed it. He tilted his face to one side as he thought about what the other boy had just said. His eyes widened and he sputtered before his face darkened.
"Wait a minute! Stupid! I didn't do all those things so I can get a reward! Just because I do something nice for you just this once it doesn't mean I want something from you in return! You stupid—"
Hanamichi's tirade was cut short when Kaede pulled him into a hug.
"I know that," the other boy whispered in his ear. "But I still want to give you something. Anything. Just to show my gratitude and appreciation…especially of your impromptu song and dance number a while ago."
Hanamichi's face turned as red as his hair before it became thoughtful.
"Anything?" he asked, pulling back a bit to look at the other's face.
"Anything."
The redhead's face broke into a wide grin, ignoring the somewhat lecherous look the other boy was giving him.
"Kitsune…can you cook something for me? Doing all those chores and that dance! I'm starving!"
Hanamichi's stomach rumbled in agreement. He saw Kaede's startled look before the boy nodded and proceeded to prepare something for him. He smiled slightly as he watched. He would claim his other reward later on. Food first. He and his boyfriend would need lots of energy for that other task.
-End-
A/N: Having a relationship with a hentai, sooner or later even the most naive can become hentaish too right?