april kisses
flirt like a flower
by: samthegreat
disclaimer: same as always
Kunogi Himawari was very powerful.
She had the power to render Watanuki Kimihiro completely stupefied by her mere presence. With a smile from her full pink lips, she could stop the boy in his tracks. She was able to fill his entire thoughts of only her and her beautiful face. A flip of her hair or a sincere look could captivate the other with out even a motive behind it. Without even meaning to (and seemingly without even knowing it), Himawari held that sort of power over the blue eyed boy in her unknowing hands.
That sort of power was the very desire of Doumeki Shizuka. Doumeki was not a dreamer or hopeless romantic by far, but he would have liked to have this sort of control over the bespectacled boy. Any sort of reaction was better than the look of utter disgust that graced Watanuki's face whenever the taller entered the room. It was not as if the archer was not without his own charms. He was tall, athletic, and popular. Girls would swear their complete devotion to him if he just uttered the request. If only Watanuki was so easily accommodating.
When Doumeki first noticed his attraction to the shorter boy, it came as a surprise. Watanuki was loud, sour, rude, and (above all) an idiot. But how quickly a loved one's faults fade away once that annoying little organ in your chest begins to make its beating known. Finally, he accepted it. What else could he do? It was the other boy's feelings that he now had to maneuver around. Since this would be an obstacle he would have to over come, he figured he might as well get his own shock and denial out of the way. But as much as Doumeki tried, the out come was always the same. Watanuki hated him with extreme and unreasonable venom that could not be contained or soothed by the taller boy.
At his most desperate and hurt times, Doumeki would stare into the mirror trying to decipher what exactly was wrong with him. He'd cock his head to the side, open his mouth wide, stare deep into his eyes, and ruffle his hair. He didn't think he was so bad looking and, as he reasoned to himself, tons of high school fan girls couldn't be wrong. The problem, he decided, did not lie upon the surface. He just wasn't Watanuki's type personality wise. Kunogi Himawari was his type. "So, I'll change."
Himawari sat across from her taller school mate and contemplated what he had just explained to her. So, these were his feelings and he needed her help to convey them. "So what exactly do you need me to do, Doumeki-kun? I'll try my best to help you, but I'm not sure how to." Said boy crossed his arms over his chest and gave the girl a very serious look. He couldn't believe he was about to say this. "I need you to teach me how to flirt." Instead of laughing her head off like Watanuki might have or giving him a challenging smirk as Yuuko would, Himawari looked very serious. Weighing her options silently, she had obviously come to a decision. "I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid I don't know how to flirt, Doumeki-kun."
He was ready to shake the other girl in an attempt to jump start her brain. "What about all those little things you do that drive Watanuki crazy?" Doumeki asked calmly. "What little things?" She cocked her head to one side and smiled. "I mean, when you flip your hair and grin at him. You're always cheerful and nice to him and smile at his stupid jokes." She nodded as he listed the flirtatious actions. "But, Doumeki-kun, don't I do those same things with you too?" He stared at her blankly and nodded. "It's because that's just the way I am. That's my personality. I guess the only advice I could give you is to be yourself when approaching Watanuki-kun about your feelings."
Doumeki thought this advice over as he leaned heavily on his bow. Watanuki was approaching slowly with the look of utter annoyance. The bespectacled boy shot his arm out and dangled the bento box full of snacks toward the other. "Here are your damn snacks. Do you know how hard it was to find blue berries in this season?" The archer took his snacks and looked at the other boy. "Thank you," he replied honestly. The other boy was caught of guard. For once, teasing words didn't come out of Doumeki's mouth.
Now, maybe Himawari was able to be bright and sunny. Maybe she could laugh easily and turn her face towards the sun. She was able to inspire happiness and sentiment and could be open with her joy and feelings. Kunogi Himawari could do this because she was a flower. Doumeki was certainly not a flower. Instead, he was an archer. He was patient and steady. He could watch and look with an unreadable face. His eyes were firm, but flashed when they finally saw it. When what they had been waiting for finally made itself know, he could feel his eyes come alive. And, he could act when that opportunity presented itself.
While Watanuki was still stunned from the 'thank you', Doumeki took action. He tilted the shorter boy's chin up and placed Watanuki's lips against his own. Watanuki did not pull away, but he did not embrace the kiss. He just let it happen. Doumeki pulled back reluctantly and smirked as he watched the other gingerly touch his lips. "You just did exactly what I thought you might." "Huh?" The taller boy allowed his face to return to its usual state of nothingness. "Idiots usually have problems in unpredictable and unexpected events. I knew you'd freeze up. It's your character." He began to leave the shorter boy in his condition of slight shock. "Hey! Who are you calling an idiot? Come back here and face me like a man, Doumeki!" The archer couldn't help but smirk. If he could have the other boy and be himself while doing it, why not?
I had started this fic a while ago but I was inspired to finish it after reading Suppi-chan's story, The Arrow. So, thanks Suppi-chan. Also, much thanks to those who have read the other stories in this compilation and sorry for the slow update. Work and school get in the way, but I'll continue to try my best.