Author's Note: Buwahaha! The next installment! X3 Here's where we get to see Subaru being cute and hung-over! X3
Warning: Author had way too much sugar at the Geek Prom. Don't poke her. She'll bite. Trust us.
Disclaimer: Moooooo!
Part Two: And…
The next morning, Subaru crawled out of bed, feeling ill. He stood up slowly and stumbled to the bathroom, where he was promptly sick. After heaving up whatever he had eaten, he flushed the toilet, washed his face, and staggered out of the bathroom, heading towards the kitchen. He paid no attention to anything around him, therefore not seeing the sleeping form of the Sakurazukamori on his armchair.
Going through the cupboards, Subaru found some gingersnaps and nibbled on a few as he made himself some chamomile tea. He waited for the water to boil, leaning against the counter and chewing slowly on a gingersnap. He still felt horrible and thinking hurt. As a result, he didn't remember what had happened the previous night.
Seishirou, in the living room, opened his eyes as the kettle on the stove began to whistle. He sat up and stretched as Subaru came into the living room with a box of gingersnaps and a mug of steaming tea. The younger man noticed him and jumped, nearly dropping his tea.
"Seishirou-san!" he gasped. He paused, last night's events coming back to him. "Oh, damn."
Subaru slumped into the chair at his kitchen table and let his head slam against the table's surface. Seishirou blinked at the younger man, not sure what Subaru was doing. He heard the Sumeragi mutter something along the lines of "ouch" and softly chuckled.
"Ohaiyo, Subaru-kun," he said, getting up.
"Nnghhh…" came the reply.
"I hope you don't mind that I stayed here last night," Seishirou said. "I wanted to make sure you didn't try to kill yourself when you got up.'
"No, but thanks for the idea."
"Really, Subaru-kun. Is my company that horrible?"
No, no it's not, Subaru thought. But I don't want you to know that.
With Subaru not answering, Seishirou sighed. He went over to the younger man.
"There's food in the kitchen," Subaru said, standing up. "Feel free to make yourself breakfast."
"Where are you going?" Seishirou asked.
"Back to bed."
With that, the Sumeragi stumbled towards the bedroom. Seishirou shrugged and went through the pantry to find some breakfast. He settled for a bowl of rice and a glass of juice that he found. Apparently, Subaru thought little of food.
After finishing the meager breakfast, Seishirou went to the bedroom to check on Subaru. The bed was empty and Seishirou could hear Subaru in the bathroom. The younger man was still being ill. Seishirou reflected that, over the years, he had never seen Subaru drink, so the Sumeragi must not have had much of an alcohol tolerance. Wonderful.
Subaru came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, still looking a bit ill. He had one hand over his stomach and his eyes were closed. The Sumeragi walked over to his bed and flopped down, burying his face in his pillow. Seishirou walked over to him, sat on the edge of the bed, and began rubbing Subaru's back through the t-shirt the younger man had put on while Seishirou ate breakfast.
Subaru sighed in contentment as Seishirou's hand moved in small circles along his back. A soft smile crossed his lips. It felt good; the way Seishirou was rubbing his back. It made him forget his hang-over, his embarrassment for being drunk, and most of all, it made him forget the guilt that always came over him when he found himself enjoying the older man's company.
Seishirou let his hand drift lower down Subaru's spine, causing the younger man to shiver when his fingers brushed up against the sensitive skin of the Sumeragi's lower back. A small whimper escaped Subaru's lips as the older man continued to let his fingers run in circles on the small of his back. He bit his lower lip in an attempt to stop the whimpers and moans that threatened to slip between his lips as Seishirou's fingers ran along his back.
((Author's Note: Okay, just remembered why trying to write UST and the like during class is a bad idea. ((hides from teacher)) I'm behaving. Really.))
"S-Seishirou-san," Subaru said, in an attempt to protest. He felt his face start to burn.
"What is it, Subaru-kun?" the older man asked, leaning close to Subaru's ear.
His hand shifted, moving up and over Subaru's shoulders, massaging the Sumeragi's neck. Subaru let out a soft moan. He relaxed and let Seishirou simply run his hands on his neck. The older man's other hand came up and began to play with Subaru's hair.
Seishirou was surprised when Subaru let out a soft purr as his hand reached the nape of his neck. He blinked. He had no clue the Sumeragi could get a sound like that so close to the actual animal's sound. It was rather…cute. Then again, his Subaru-kun was always very cute.
((Author's Note: Flames of hatred for my art teacher are being fueled. ((flips off art teacher)) Fuck you, bitch.))
Subaru rolled over and looked into Seishirou's eyes. "Seishirou-san?"
"Hmm?"
Subaru sat up and took Seishirou's hand. "Will you stay with me?"
Seishirou blinked. He hadn't expected that. For the past nine years, he knew that Subaru hated him with a passion, yet loved him. Never in those nine years had Subaru actually shown Seishirou affection directly. Why now? It was as if the Sumeragi had given up on his hatred.
"Seishirou-san?" Subaru urged.
"For now, Subaru-kun," Seishirou replied. "Just for now."
Subaru gave him a soft smile. "Thank you."
The Sumeragi scooted to the other side of the bed and let Seishirou sit next to him. Glad for once just to be with the one he loved and not feeling guilt for it, Subaru leaned and rested his head on Seishirou's shoulder. He closed his eye. Then, he flinched slightly when Seishirou put his arm around his waist.
About an hour or so later, Seishirou was shaking the younger man awake. Subaru sat up and rubbed his eyes. He let out a small yawn.
"Seishirou-san?" he asked, sleepily.
"It's past one o'clock," Seishirou said. "Get dressed. We're going to go get some lunch."
Subaru looked a bit green at the thought of food. Seishirou gave him a look that stated clearly that there weren't going to be any "but's" about it. The younger man got out of bed, got some clothes, and went into the bathroom to change. When he came out, Seishirou was waiting.
"I'm going to make a stop at my apartment to change," Seishirou said, heading out the door. "I've been wearing these since yesterday."
Subaru nodded. The two men got down to the parking lot and got into Seishirou's car. Seishirou drove them to another apartment complex and had Subaru stay in the car while he went up to change. When he came back down, he was dressed in his usual attire, minus the trenchcoat for once. His sunglasses were back and yet he still looked drop-dead gorgeous.
((Author's Note: Ignore that pun, damn it.))
Seishirou got back into the car and started driving. The drive was quiet and neither of them looked at each other as they cruised down the busy streets of Tokyo. When Seishirou pulled into a small French café, the two men got out of the car. Seishirou went over to Subaru and led him inside the café. The waiter, this time, led them to a secluded part of the café and handed them menus.
Subaru looked at the menu. Thank goodness for the kanji scribbled next to the French words. If it weren't for them, he never would know what to get. He really wasn't that hungry, so he decided on something simple, the tartine de tomates à la mozzarella: tomato, mozzarella and basil open-faced sandwich. It sounded appetizing enough, to him at least.
"Are you ready to order?" the waiter asked, holding a small notebook.
"Yes," Seishirou said. "I'll have the Tartine à la creme de courgette et radis."
Subaru blinked at how easily Seishirou could say the French name for the sandwich. Either the older man came to this café often, or Seishirou had taken French sometime in his life. The language sounded so elegant and liquid, coming from Seishirou.
((Author's Note: What? Am I the only one who thinks Seishirou would have no problem with French?))
The waiter wrote down Seishirou's order, and then turned to Subaru. The Sumeragi ordered his sandwich, not bothering to try to pronounce the French words. He knew he would only butcher the terms beyond recognition if he tried. The waiter nodded and wrote down the order.
"Anything to drink?" he asked.
"Just water for me, Subaru said, remembering last night's incident and this morning's hang-over.
"I'll take water as well," Seishirou told the waiter.
Again, the waiter nodded. He headed off, taking the menus with him. He returned a few minutes later with two large glasses and a pitcher of water. He set these down on the table and left again.
Subaru took a sip of water. He looked at Seishirou, who was looking at a pamphlet that sat on the table. The older man had removed his sunglasses and Subaru could see the blind white eye. Guilt wracked at his heart. Even now, after nine years, he still felt guilty about what had happened. Even though he had apologized after the incident and Seishirou had told him that it hadn't been his fault, he still felt that he was at fault. After all, if he hadn't been standing there, Seishirou would not have had to interfere.
"Seishirou-san?" Subaru asked, quietly.
"Hmm?" Seishirou replied, looking up at the younger man.
"I…" Subaru hesitated. "I'm sorry."
The Sakurazukamori blinked. "What for?"
"Everything."
Seishirou looked at Subaru, who dropped his gaze to his lap, where he watched his fingers intertwine. The older man sighed, a soft smile on his lips. He stood up and moved over to sit next to Subaru, who didn't notice until Seishirou took the younger man's hand in his own.
"S-Seishirou-san!" Subaru exclaimed, turning bright red. "I…you…w-we're in a p-public restaurant!"
"No one's looking," Seishirou told him.
"B-but!" Subaru looked around for a way out. He spotted their waiter coming out of the kitchen. "Our food's coming!"
Seishirou pouted. "You're no fun, Subaru-kun."
The Sumeragi waited for the older man to move back to his own seat, but Seishirou remained sitting next to him. The waiter set the two plates of sandwiches on the table, showing no sign of a problem with seeing two men sitting next to each other with fingers intertwined. Like the girl from last night, he told them that if they needed anything, just call.
Subaru scooted a few inches away from Seishirou, in order to retain control over himself. He avoided looking at Seishirou as he took a bite of the sandwich he had ordered. Seishirou smirked and took a bite of his own lunch. He didn't notice when a familiar young man came into the café, at least until the teen's shadow slipped over the table.
"Hello, Seishirou," came the voice of the Dark Kamui.
Seishirou looked up. Subaru did as well. The Dark Kamui gave a half-smirk and sat down across from the two men. Seishirou's eyes narrowed towards Fuuma.
"What do you want/Kamui?" he asked.
"I saw you sitting here and thought I'd say hello," Fuuma replied. He looked at Subaru. "Is this the one you're always talking about, Seishirou?"
Seishirou gave a proud smirk as Subaru looked at the Dark Kamui quizzically. He snuck his hand over to Subaru and put it in an unmentionable place. Subaru squeaked, fidgeted, and smacked the older man's hand away as he turned bright crimson. Seishirou chuckled and Fuuma laughed.
"He's a cute one," the Dark Kamui commented. "You've got impeccable taste, Seishirou."
"Thank you."
"Seishirou-SAN!" Subaru exclaimed.
"Though," Fuuma continued, thoughtfully, "I, myself, prefer them to be violet-eyed."
Subaru glared daggers at Fuuma. The amber-eyed boy, of course, was talking about Shirou Kamui, the leader of the Ten no Ryu. Fuuma had caused Kamui enough pain and trauma to last throughout the rest of the Year of Destiny. And in only a few short months.
"Now, I'd best get going," Fuuma said, standing up. "I've got some plans for this afternoon. I'll see you later, Seishirou."
With that, the Dark Kamui left.
Author's Note: I'm ending there because I felt like it. We shall be getting to the lemon in the next and final installment. I promised myself to keep this somewhat short.
MoonGirlSelene99: Oh, yes. Seishirou's ahem good intentions can always lead to places and events that we all love, right?
Sapadu: ((blinks)) And you're complaining…why? You know you like them, Jackie. Don't deny it.
Jen: I've had this idea in my head for a while, so it was only natural that I write it. I simply love the title. And of course, we all know where this is going.
Jessiehimechan: Aww…thanks! I always give my readers more.