Disclaimer: I don't own Juvenile Orion.
a/n: very short one-shot. I got bored on the plane.
Smoke.
By Madison Square
Naoya took out a packet of cigarettes and began nervously fiddling with it—cigarette out, in, to the lips, back in the box, nevermind—while Kaname sat next to him on the bench in a park, watching him. Clouds were gathering. Naoya had asked his dark-haired friend (more than a friend?) to take a walk with him, alone, that day. There was something important he had to say.
Now what?
-What did you want to say? Kaname asks him, and Naoya nearly drops his cancer sticks in surprise. Kaname's words hang thick in the humid air.
-I wanted to say…
The fair-haired boy (man?) brought a cigarette to his lips and the tip glowed orange.
-I wanted to say, well, that you and Mana are very close now. He inhaled.
-I know. Kaname smiled a rare smile.
Naoya inhaled again.
-And I don't spend any more time with you, and I just thought you should know that, well, I love you.
He inhaled sharply on his cigarette on last time, then flicked the stick onto the sidewalk, watching as the smoke unfurled.
Kaname's eyes widened as Naoya leaned into him, their faces inches apart. A cloud a smoke at their lips, and when Kaname opened his mouth to cough, Naoya's lips crushed into his.
He tasted of tea and cigarettes and a little bit of sugar, and he smelled of smoke and spicy cologne.
It was over in a second. Kaname was stunned. Itsuki looked at him sadly and, like the smoke of the cigarette stub on the sidewalk, slowly disappeared (gone?).
It rained.
Don't be a wimp. We'll disappear together.
a/n: eh…I haven't written in forever. Please review!
