I haven't done anything in forever, and I guess this has been coming for a while then. So, remember that old supposed birthday-fic oneshot?
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Oh leave me alone. I'm not continuing it on purpose.
Culinary: Don't listen to Ciu. She's not in the best of moods right now. Strange, since she can write her specialty reguardless of it. Hm. Oh well. On to the plotless fluff then.
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Hatori woke with a start and sat up. How long had he been asleep? He hadn't finished all of his work yet! Granted, it was only reorganizing files, but still! The dragon was so preoccupied with worrying about his nap that it took him a minute or two to realize that he was not where he was when he fell asleep.
Instead of being at his desk and suffering some sort of sore neck for falling asleep in an unnatural position – yes, he knew what came of dozing off. He had done it a few too many times in his opinion – here he was, in his bed.
How did I get here? Hatori wondered. Maybe I finished sooner than I thought and went to bed? He closed his eyes, trying to remember what had happened last night. No, that can't be! I wasn't anywhere close to done sorting those files. Still confused, and unusually disoriented, the dragon glanced at his clock.
"Ten Thirty!" Hatori gasped out. "I slept in that late? What happened to my alarm?" He lifted the covers to get out of bed when he realized that he was still fully clothed. Sans his shoes, tie, and belt, he was still wearing his work clothes. I must have been really tired last night, if I didn't get changed.
"Nnn…"
That sound was not the wind. It sounded like—but no, how could he…? The dragon looked down to where the sound had come from.
"Ah! Good morning Tori-san! I dare to say that you slept well?" Not waiting for an answer, the freshly awake Ayame answered his own question, "Wonderful! I am glad that you were able to get some sleep last night Tori-san. You have been working yourself much too hard!" The snake fairly jumped out of his cot and headed over to where he had left his change of clothes. Hatori was too dazed to do anything other then just sit in bed and listen to his friend ramble on as he got dressed.
"Now Tori-san, I know that you consider your work very important, but it just will not do if you work yourself out of your good health! You were so exhausted last night that I'm sure you never would have gotten to your bed if I had not arrived, like a hero, and tenderly taken care of you and put you to bed!"
Oh, Hatori realized. That's what happened. "But how did you get in?"
By this time, Ayame was fully changed and had begun to bush his hair. He was perfectly happy to talk as he did so, however, and so cheerfully answered Hatori's question. "I am not one to share all of my secrets Tori-san, but I once cleverly was given the opportunity to possess a few of your house keys. I, of course, am not one to pass up oppurtunity!" The snake paused in his combing to waggle a finger at his friend. "No, no, no! I took the keys gladly and how fortuitous was this! I was able to come to your rescue!"
Hatori's only reply to this was a muttered, "…I'm going to have to change those locks…"
"Oh you do not mean that! But that is not what I wanted to say anyhow!" Ayame put down his comb and walked over to Hatori's bed, crossing his arms as he stood. "Tori-san, I am very unhappy with how you have been treating yourself lately! You are not sleeping, as was proven by you falling asleep over your work last night! You are not eating, as was proven by you being so light when I carried you to your bed! You are working too hard Tori-san, and I'm sure that you can take a break from it! You will take care of yourself better, and I will stay with you until I am sure that I can trust you with your health!"
Hatori blinked. He had almost seen the flower petals outlining Ayame as he was talking. "Ayame, I can take care of myself just fine. I am a doctor. If I can be trusted with the health of others, then I can certainly be trusted with my own."
"That is not so Tori-san! You will neglect yourself for others! And even not for others!" The snake dramatically point a finger at Hatori's chest. "You do work that is not necessary! You, my beloved," If Ayame noticed Hatori's twitch at the word "beloved," then he showed no signs. "Are a workaholic!"
The dragon pushed back his covers and got of his bed. "Ayame, stop being ridiculous. You may stay for breakfast if you want, but I have work to do afterwards. If you wish to stay, go to the kitchen, and I'll be down as soon as I get dressed." Hatori went over to his closet and opened it. He was in the middle of wondering whether or not he should try for some casual wear, since it was his day off, when Ayame, who had not left the room, shrieked.
The dragon turned around to find Ayame clutching a box. "What's wrong?"
"You simply can't wear something from that closet today Tori-san! Oh no! Not Today!"
Hatori was about to ask what was so special about today that he wasn't allowed to wear clothes when Ayame continued. "No! You must wear this today! It is only right!" The snake thrust the box into Hatori's hands.
Suspiciously, Hatori looked at the box. It looked quite safe, but with the Ayame being the one giving it to him… "What's in it?"
"It is what you will be wearing today Tori-san! I will not take 'no' for an answer!"
As apprehensive as he was of Ayame's fashions, Hatori knew that he would not be able to leave his room until he had at least looked at whatever it was the snake had made for him. With a sigh he opened up the box.
"Isn't it glorious Tori-san? I made it just for you! I know that the colors will fit you perfectly and that it will be most wonderful piece of clothing you will ever own! Except, perhaps, when I finish the other things I am making for you!" The snake laughed to himself gleefully. "Well then, what are oy waiting for Tori-san? Put on your perfect present!"
Hatori had begun to ignore Ayame right after the 'glorious,' in favor of completely taking the kimono out of its box. He held it up and examined it. It was a fine kimono, and the stitching and colors were indeed beautiful, but by no means was it something Hatori would ever wear. "Thank you very much," he said, folding it up. "I'll keep it for a very special occasion."
Ayame had, of course, predicted that this was what the dragon would do. And he was prepared. "Oh no Tori-san! You simply can't put it away for later! You must wear your kimono now, because after I have fed you, we will be off to a surprise place and you will need to be dressed in your very best!" The snake gestured dramatically, his eyes shining and his aura sparkling. "And since this is by far your very best, you will wear the kimono!"
"Ayame, I'm not going anywhere." Hatori sighed, exasperated. "I hae work to do, and—"
"No you do not!" Ayame said, shaking a finger at the dragon as he cut Hatori off. "Today is Saturday Tori-san. It is your day off! NO work! Now," He walked across the room to Hatori and lifted up the other part of the purple kimono. "Put this on! Then we can go downstairs and eat, and then I will take away on your surprise trip!"
"Aya—"
"You will not be able to use your charms to convince me otherwise! Put on your kimono Tori-san!"
The dragon looked over the purple kimono with a sigh. It was indeed beautiful, but he really was not comfortable with wearing it. However, the other option was whatever Ayame was threatening. That was not much of a choice. "Fine. All right. I'll wear it for now. Go downstairs Aya. I'll come down after I change."
"YAY!" Ayame suddenly pulled Hatori into a tight hug, before running out of the room, singing at the top of his lungs. "Tori-san's going to wear his kimono! Tori-san's going to wear his kimono!" There were a few beeping sounds, and then Ayame continued to talk. "Shi-san! Listen to this! Tori-san, yes! Tori-san! Is going to be wearing one of my masterpiece kimonos today! Isn't this just the best news! Now, you simply must hold up on your end of the preparations. . ." His voice faded out has he ran down the stairs.
Hatori irritably raked a hand through his hair, then began to unbutton his shirt. The dragon could tell that he was going to have a long day. "I'd get more rest doing my work" he mumbled, before taking of his shirt.
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That would be it for now. Shee, this turned into a chapter fic right before my eyes. And it is now 4:44 PM two days later.
…oh shush you.
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