Author: Elf Asato
Written: 7/5/05
Summary: The Fubaru chapter.
Disclaimer: Not mine whatsoever.
Notes: Without playing The Dandy Warhols' "Bohemian Like You" on repeat the entire duration while writing, this Omake might not have come out like it did. Of course, that probably broke my brain even further... Anyway, thanks be to Fin Mefiant for Find the Eye fun, and Tyrne J for Eye Fucking.
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By Elf Asato
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Though no one really believed it when he tried to tell him, Fuuma was actually quite indecisive. For instance, had he been the one to choose his fate rather than Kamui, the End of the World would have come and gone before it had even gotten started.
Maybe the stars were onto something by making him Kamui's Gemini.
But as it stood, Fuuma was faced with quite the dilemma - a Very Big Decision, in fact. One that required him to choose between two life-altering choices as he stood in the Sakurazuka living area, staring at a passed out Sumeragi on the couch.
So great was his indecision that he felt he had to resort to his decapitated sister's way of choosing between things: the infamous daisy.
"Sex him up," Fuuma said intently as he pulled off a daisy petal from his new spot on the couch next to Subaru. "Don't sex him up." Another petal that he'd have to clean up before Subaru became even halfway sober fell to the floor. But before he could mutilate the daisy any further, the previously dead-to-the-world onmyouji happened to wake up.
Subaru murmured something inarticulate as he halfway sat up and rubbed his face.
"What was that?"
He repeated the same, inarticulate thing.
Fuuma leaned in closer. "What?"
"FOOD."
And, well, that was that. Fuuma was rather accustomed to never having a say in anything as he went to the kitchen to fetch him some ice cream.
Ice cream wasn't exactly real food, but that morning, Subaru had been talking to the eyes in the fishtank, telling them that they were all going to go out on a family picnic one day and eat ice cream.
He looked somewhat more alive when Fuuma finally went back to the living room with a bowl of homemade ice cream in hand. As he sat down next to Subaru and handed him the ice cream, he noted that he was watching the news on an old, black and white television. "I'd never peg you as the type to keep up with the world," Fuuma remarked.
Subaru had an answer, he really did, but all was lost as soon as that first bit of ice cream entered his mouth. "Mm," he said, then, "MM!"
Fuuma smirked. "Good?" When Subaru started putting big scoops of it into his mouth quicker than he should have, the Angel considered that his answer. This continued until brain freeze struck, however.
"She's a drag queen," he said at once as he unhappily set the bowl in his lap and put a hand to his forehead, taking a break to watch the news.
"Who," Fuuma asked, "the anchor?"
He nodded and then pointed to the screen, "And so's he."
"Er, Subaru? That's a little girl."
"They're all drag queens. Even those little eyeless orphans. Did you hear about that?" Subaru asked as he leaned over and took a pill from a container on the end table, popping it in his mouth.
Fuuma shot him an almost concerned look. "Did you just take more morphine?"
"Yes."
"Didn't you take a whole lot of that stuff before you passed out?"
"Yes."
He raised an eyebrow. "Subaru, it's been almost a week since your eye thing and you've been taking painkillers more than religiously. I fail to see how you could possibly still be in enough pain to need to keep taking them."
"Who said anything about pain?"
"What?"
"Uh...eyeless children!" Subaru exclaimed as he picked up the bowl and started eating again. "Just all of a sudden these little kids lost their eyes!"
Fuuma snickered. "By the way, how does that ice cream taste? I made it from scratch for you, you know."
Subaru stared at him with wide eyes and a spoon hanging out of his mouth, successfully achieving the take-me-home puppy look. "From scratch...for me?"
"It doesn't taste like eyes does it?" Fuuma winked. And when Subaru shrugged with a mouthful of ice cream, he leaned over close to the other man's face and murmured, "Maybe I should have a taste..."
"MMmm," Subaru protested and shoved Fuuma's face away with his hand, swallowing, "this is mine. Go get your own."
"Aw, but Subaru, that was as much as I made. It was hard work, you know, and there are only so many orphaned kids in Japan."
Subaru snickered, but Fuuma was serious.
Fuuma inched closer and put his arm above Subaru's shoulders on the back of the couch. "So, Subaru, what do you--"
"My eye fell out," Subaru interrupted as he finished off the eyes cream and handed the bowl back to Fuuma.
"Er...come again?"
"My eye fell out," he repeated and he put a hand over his green eye, "and you have to help me find it." Before Fuuma could respond, however, Subaru moved to lean his body over the Kamui's lap, searching in a crevice. "Nope, not here."
Once again Fuuma had a decision, but unlike before, he knew his choice this time. "So, uh...what do I get if I help you find your eye?" he asked, very obviously not looking at the entire upper half of Subaru's body.
"Eye fucking," he said simply as he leaned back up and returned to his spot beside Fuuma.
"...What?"
"Hey, I found a quarter," Subaru said as he held it out in front of Fuuma's face.
He wasn't interested. "...Did you say eye fucking?"
"NO," Subaru replied forcefully as he withdrew the quarter possessively. "...Okay yes."
Fuuma blinked. "Uh...hmm, actually, I think I saw your eye in the bedroom... It's green, isn't it?"
The ex-Seal nodded seriously.
"Yeah, yeah," he said as he stood up. "I know exactly where it is. Come with me and I'll show you..."
Subaru grabbed the spoon from the bowl and took it with him, sucking on it as he followed Fuuma to the bedroom in search for his eye. "Oh good, you found it," he said abstractly as he climbed onto what once used to be Setsuka's bed. "Did you want your reward?"
Fuuma nodded in confirmation as he joined Subaru on the bed, and the older man proceeded to show him exacty what his reward was...
...That is, until Seishirou's ghost showed up to kick Fuuma's ass.