Title: Chemical Imbalance
Rating: PG (I think)
Summary: The things you see peripherally. KonYuu.
Notes: I chanced upon the first three chapters of the Maru-Ma novel, which kinda proves the fact that Yuuri is Obliviously Gay™ (or at the very least, Latently Bisexual). So, you know Cheri's perfume? PLOT-DEVICE! (that is, if I used it correctly. I'm kind of unsure if it's a perfume or a shampoo, but, what the hey. The canon I have in my hands contradicts itself, so!) And I seem incapable of writing longer stories. My vocabulary is not big enough to think of the appropriate term for this, so it shall remain nameless until an indeterminate time in the future. /random.
Chemical Imbalance
by the Green-ish Hue Ranger
"You smell good," Yuuri says wonderingly, taking a sniff at Konrad before moving away. "Really good. Is that a perfume?"
Konrad just answered him; Yuuri knows this because he's watching Konrad's lips but he can't quite focus on the words. It takes him a moment to realize he's practically leaning on Konrad's shoulder - Konrad's worried face dangerously close to his own - before a blush steals stealthily over his face, an embarrassed laugh escaping his lips.
"Really good," he repeats, moving away. He coughs. "Have I said that?"
"Yes, you did. Heika?" Konrad is starting to look like he's figured something out. "Yuuri, my mother . . . was she the one who told you to make me wear this shirt?"
Yuuri inhales deeply, just once, before answering but he somehow forgot the question by that time, and all that came out was, "Uhm . . . Hmm?"
"This shirt, Yuuri. Did my mother touch it, sprayed something on it, maybe?"
And Konrad's lips have started twitching just the slightest bit upwards and had Yuuri not suddenly found that exceptionally pleasing, he might have had the mind to be curious about it.
"She, uh . . . " It's quite a task to remember. "She kinda hugged it tightly, actually, said it was your color, you'd look great in it, she has such handsome sons. You smell really good, Konrad. I like it."
Konrad blinks.
And then he smiles like Yuuri has just told him a secret.
He lifts a hand to carefully brush Yuuri's bangs away, saying, "Thank you, Yuuri," and Yuuri leans into the touch and smiles back.
He's not smart enough to understand this very well but Konrad's here, so it'll be okay. He'll ask Konrad about it later maybe, when Konrad isn't smelling so good, when he isn't looking at Yuuri like Yuuri has just scored the homerun that won them the greatest game of the century.
04 September 2010:
Edited because FFNet killed the formatting. Other people have pointed out that it was actually a perfumed shampoo but because I am a lazy bum (and it's been years), I opted not to edit it to make it canon-compliant. I hope that doesn't grate on anyone's sensibilities. The smell was the key point so I hope the canon-miss can be forgiven because the cause and effect would still remain whatever the source. And I thank everyone who's read and reviewed this!
(three-hundred-ten-words ; 05252006)