Author: Elf Asato
Written: 3/12/05
Summary: Fuuma stays and questions Subaru's fishtank.
Disclaimer: Not mine whatsoever.
Notes: The crack fairy visited and told me to write this.
Omake
By Elf Asato
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It had been two days, two days and Fuuma still hadn't left the house that Subaru had taken upon himself to stay at. Two days of being forced to adjust to sight in both eyes again thanks to the remarkable surgeons on CLAMP campus, two days of morphine, two days of Fuuma. Not that Subaru was complaining really, because being able to fully see was cool, and he rather enjoyed the painkillers, but Fuuma was a bit of a drag. He kept touching him "accidentally" which really cheesed the Sumeragi off, he was always trying to talk to him, and he never did the dishes. That was the worst.
"Fucking heathen," Subaru growled to himself, almost at his wit's end, as he handwashed the dishes because the Sakurazuka residence never quite joined in the technological revolution. The scented lemon gel irritated his new Seishirou Eye.
Fuuma overheard and agreed wholeheartedly.
Anyway, from the very first day it had sort of become apparent that Subaru had every intention of making the traditional and cozy little place his home and had even begun to move what few belongings he had in.
Like the fishtank with no fish.
"Why don't you have any fish in here?" Fuuma asked soon after discovering the tank.
"Because I'd have to feed fish," Subaru replied shortly and tried to walk away to partake in the happiness that is morphine, but Fuuma was never short of questions, which, Subaru claimed, irritated his Seishirou Eye.
"What's this round glass thing in there with the pinkish goo inside?"
Nine years of acting like a depressed and callous jerkface had enabled Subaru to utter certain things with such monotonous eloquence. "An eye," he said simply.
Fuuma knew a lot of quirky, twisted, and downright weird people, but he was beginning to believe that Subaru took the cake. "...Do I want to know?" He had the feeling he didn't.
"You don't have to feed an eye," Subaru responded like it should have been obvious.
Like, duh, Fuuma.
A few seconds passed as he tried to think of something adequate to respond with, but it was a failed attempt because his brain was too occupied at wondering just what the hell Seishirou did to this man... Instead, he asked what he really didn't want to know. "Whose eye is it?"
"Seishirou's. I begged the hospital to let me have it after he killed my sister."
"Oh, of course. You're going to use his cells to create an army of queer assassins to destroy the world, right?"
"Don't be silly." Subaru looked very annoyed. "It's my friend."
Fuuma idly wondered if he had somehow damaged the onmyouji's brain when he poked out his eye the first time.
On the second day that he imposed himself on Subaru and the Sakurazuka house, Fuuma noted an addition to the fishtank. "Hey, Seishirou's eye has a playmate."
"It's the eye you plucked out recently. I got it from the hospital," Subaru murmured as he lay on the couch, partaking in much happiness.
"Seishirou's eye was lonely?"
"Yes."
"You aren't a very good friend then, Subaru."
"I have a new friend now."
"Oh?"
"Morphine."
"I can see that..." Fuuma muttered and then proceeded to play with the eyes.
Moments passed before Subaru decided that Fuuma was being entirely too quiet and sat up to see what the other Dragon of Earth was doing. "Fuuma..."
"Yes?"
"Stop making them have eye sex," Subaru said.
Then he drifted off into a chemical-happiness sleep.
...Lucky bastard, Fuuma thought, and then dirtied all the dishes.