Title: The Twelve Days of Christmas
By: Kibethan
Disclaimer: Me no own Gravitation, or the song "The Twelve Days of Christmas"...
Summary: When Shuichi starts buying Yuki some weird presents, how will he react? Especially when he gets quite a few repeats of the same present...
The First Day of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
A partridge in a pear tree…
Ominous music. It's what Yuki thought that he heard when he woke up on the morning of December 14th. He shrugged off the feeling that something bad was going to happen with a light laugh.
Actually, it wasn't so much the fact that something bad might happen, but rather, something weird. It was a strange sort of ominous music that way.
Yuki lifted himself out of the indent that he'd created with his body on the mattress. He looked over towards his pink-haired lover, relieved that the pocky-loving boy was still soundly sleeping. Yuki walked over to the window and drew the shades that blocked the sun from view every morning.
Even surrounded by light, Shuichi did not awaken. Of course, Yuki had already known this. If he had thought for a second that Shuichi would have woken up, there was no way that he would've opened the curtain. Early mornings belonged to him, and him alone. It was one of the few times of the day where it was actually quiet.
Yuki looked outside. His eyes strayed over the blanket of snow that had fallen over Tokyo. The glittering snow reflected how Yuki acted. Not glittery, but cold. He was cold and evil to just about everybody and he found it strange that rather than drive people away from him like it should have, it made people want to be with him.
Perhaps they wanted to change him?
It was a fair question and one that in recent weeks had been much on his mind (1).
Yuki turned his attention away from the window and back to the inside of the room. Sometime during the night, Shuichi had managed to throw all of his blankets off of himself. Yuki snickered and left them as they were. He made his way across the room, dodging shirts that had been thrown in various directions. The door creaked slightly when Yuki opened it. Yuki froze in place as Shuichi shifted positions. Yuki let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and he slipped out of the room.
He walked down the hall, the carpet muffling his footsteps. The kitchen was still a mess from the night before. Shuichi was supposed to have cleaned it right after he'd finished eating, but instead he had gone straight to bed. Yuki sighed. It was going to have to get clean eventually, and there was a good chance that Shuichi was not going to do it when he finally got around to waking up. Yuki walked over to the sink and grabbed the nearest plate. It clanged slightly as it brushed up against the plate that was under it.
It was around this time that Yuki desperately wished that they had a maid, or, at least a dishwasher. He finished washing the dishes and set them on the rack to dry. He took a washcloth and wiped up all the water that had spilled on the counter.
He thought about next making breakfast, but that would require dirtying a whole lot of the plates that he had just spent a long time cleaning. It just seemed unappealing to have to wash the dishes so soon after he had first finished washing them.
He opted instead to take a shower. He hadn't taken one yet and he was started to feel grungy. Yuki retraced his steps in the hallway and entered the bathroom. He slipped quietly out of his boxers and jumped in the shower.
He turned on the water and, as always, it was freezing cold. He stood in the shower shivering, waiting for the hot water heater to kick in and start working. After waiting for a couple of minutes for the water to warm up, he finally said, "Screw it" and grabbed the soap. It slipped out of his grasp and fell to the floor. Yuki awkwardly squatted down and got it. As he stood up, he hit his head on the tap. Cursing quite loudly, he straightened up, continuing to take the shower.
Considering the fact that the shower was cold, it was a lot shorter than it usually would have been. The second he had gotten all the soap off his body, he shut off the water and hopped out of the shower. He grabbed a white towel off the rack and started to dry off quickly.
Once he was dry he was still shivering. The water had chilled him to the bone. He currently wanted nothing more than to just climb back into the bed that Shuichi was probably still keeping warm. He wrapped a towel around his waist and began to walk to the bedroom.
An aroma of bacon wafted through the air and Yuki stopped short when he smelled it. Someone had to be cooking in the kitchen. They were using his clean dishes! Yuki ran into the kitchen, ready to tackle whoever was using his dishes. His cold induced mind didn't register that it could possibly be Shuichi. Yuki reached the kitchen, his eyes searching for the offending person.
Shuichi turned around just in time to see Yuki bearing down on him. Yuki tackled Shuichi, knocking both of them to the floor.
"Um, good morning, Yuki," Shuichi said awkwardly from underneath Yuki. The fall to the floor had stunned some sense into him, and after blinking rapidly, he realized that he was lying down on top of Shuichi. Without an apology or an explanation, Yuki got up off of Shuichi. Shuichi slowly stood up as well, "I made breakfast," he said, gesturing to the bacon and eggs on two plates next to the store. Even Yuki had to admit that it looked mouth wateringly delicious. So delicious, in fact, that he was willing to let go of the fact that Shuichi had used his clean dishes, provided that Shuichi was the one who cleaned them.
"What are you doing today, brat?" Yuki asked while they were eating. Shuichi looked up in surprise.
"I'm going Christmas shopping, I told you last night at dinner…" Yuki thought back to the meal last night. He remembered no such conversation and was about to tell Shuichi that, when Shuichi countered his thoughts with, "You probably didn't hear me. You were very intent on eating your dinner." Damn…Shuichi was perceptive; he could tell what Yuki was thinking. "I'm leaving right after breakfast."
"Okay."
After Shuichi had left to go shopping, Yuki had immediately gone into his study to begin writing. If there was going to be peace and quiet in the house, Yuki was going to take full advantage of it. Of course, that didn't mean that writer's block didn't pop up every once in a while.
He couldn't think of anything to write, so he started stalling.
Looking at the calendar to his left, he remembered that there were only 12 days left until Christmas. His eyes strayed to the secret spot that held Shuichi's Christmas present. Shuichi had been so devastated when Yuki had told him that he wasn't going to get him a present that Yuki had gone out the next day and bought one while Shuichi was at work. He hadn't told him though, because he wanted it to be a surprise. He wasn't as much of a bastard as people made him out to be…although he was still a bastard.
Several hours later Yuki heard the door open, which indicated to him that Shuichi was finally home. From the way that he could hear Shuichi walking, it seemed to him that Shuichi was trying to sneak in.
'It's not up to me to ruin the brat's attempt,' he thought. He just stayed in his study, continuing on typing. His head shot up, though, when he heard what sounded like fluttering. He furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion. He heard the sound again, this time followed by a quiet tweet and Shuichi saying, "Shush…Shush…"
What the hell was Shuichi talking to?
Having had enough of all the confusion, he got up and walked down the hallway. His footsteps were muffled in the carpet, so Shuichi couldn't hear him walking up. He entered the kitchen. Shuichi's back was to him, so he couldn't see him either.
Yuki cleared his throat loudly.
Shuichi spun around as faster than hell. His eyes were wide with guilt.
"Whatcha got there, brat?" Yuki asked Shuichi.
"Nothing." Yuki stepped closer trying to see what Shuichi had behind his back. Shuichi seemed hell bent on not letting him see though.
"What is it?" Yuki asked again.
"Nothing." Shuichi kept up his efforts to not let Yuki see what was behind him. Yuki had finally had enough and grabbed Shuichi's shoulders and tossed him to the side. His eye's widened as he saw what had been behind Shuichi.
"Shuichi…?" he asked questioningly. Shuichi was doing everything in his power to not meet Yuki's eyes. Sitting on the kitchen table was a bird that looked very much like a hen. "Shuichi…what is that?" Shuichi mumbled something that Yuki couldn't understand. "What?"
"A partridge," Shuichi said really quietly. Yuki was confused…really, really, really confused. He noticed for the first time that the bird was sitting on top of a small tree.
"What is that?" he asked.
"A pear tree." Yuki's eyes went wide as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on.
Why was there a bird sitting on top of tree in his kitchen?
"Shuichi…?" Yuki questioned again.
"It's for you Yuki; it's a partridge in a pear tree."
End "The First Day of Christmas"
She's back! She's back! She's back with a new story! HAHAHAHAHAH!! Okay, I just thought that I should put in here, I'm aware that the twelve days of the christmas are actually the twelve days AFTER...I just wanted to give you guys an early christmas present.
Oh! And another thing! This is going to seem WAY unrealistic...deal with it! I'm having fun writing it, just have fun reading it!
I'll post another chapter tomorrow!
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Ki-chan