Cleaning House Omake

Hell week had just ended and Kisa was so exhausted he'd come straight home from work and fallen into bed. Twelve hours later he woke up alone in his empty apartment. Feeling the vacant space beside him on the futon he frowned. Usually, after he got done at the University's studio, Yukina would let himself in and just quietly slip into bed beside him.

He rolled over in sleep-tangled sheets to grab his cell from the nightstand. There was a new message from Yukina and he clicked it open with one hand as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the other.

Kisa-san, wanted to remind you

I'm on that museum tour this weekend for my art history class.

See you Sunday. Get good rest.

You'll need it. ;)

The emoticon made Kisa snort in mild disgust, but the promise before it brought a sweet, tight twist to his low belly. Looking down at his morning erection, however, Kisa realized he was still too tired to even attend to it. He shut his phone off with a sigh and dropped his dark head back on his pillow. Two minutes later he was snoring again.

When the hell did Saturdays get so long?

Kisa frowned at the flatscreen as he flipped through channels from his spot on the couch. He'd finally roused at about four, showered, shaved (not that he really needed to… ever), had made it down to the corner convenience store to pick up some dinner. Now he'd just spent the last hour trying to watch a movie.

Unfortunately, he couldn't concentrate. Something was off…

He was still residually tired but not exhausted. He didn't feel sick or hungry. He just felt…

Uneasy?

Brown eyes shifted from the flickering screen to move over the room. Yukina hadn't officially moved in… Yet. Kisa twitched at his mind's addition of this last word. He set this aside as he continued to examine his flat and suddenly realized that the usual, visible signs of his lover were absent. The small stack of textbooks normally occupying the corner by the bookcases was gone. There were no sketchpads propped about, no loose pencils on the coffee table.

Rising from the couch, he moved into his bedroom. Nothing here either. He hadn't even offered Yukina a drawer to keep his things in, so the younger man usually lived out of his backpack when he stayed over.

Going from room to room there were other absences: Yukina's travel case with his toiletries gone from the bathroom, rice bowl from the kitchen. It annoyed Kisa that with the measure of each missing item he felt the troubling feeling inside him increase.

Shit, the apartment seems so empty.

I feel… Empty.

Suddenly overwhelmed, he needed to get out of the apartment. It only made matters worse to realize, however, that none of the places he used to retreat to held any appeal for him. Marimo was out: why go if Yukina wasn't working? And all the spots he used to go to get company previously… Well, there was only one person's company he was really in the mood for right now.

I'll just go walk around the neighborhood, maybe head over to the gallery district.

Kisa moved over to the entry and slipped into his shoes. Opening the door he was greeted with the sights and sounds of a gentle rain falling. He abandoned his light jacket from its peg on the wall and opened the closet to retrieve a heavier one.

It was then he saw Yukina's favorite hoodie hanging inside.

Unable to help himself, Kisa pulled it out and a second later, on. The sleeves hung ridiculously long on his slender arms. The hem dropped well past the middle of his thighs. It made him feel foolish, like he was a kid of five or something. But the second he slipped into it, the tightness in his chest eased a notch.

Kisa closed the closet and the front door and returned to the couch. He picked up the remote again and began flipping through the channels until he landed on one of the insipid romantic dramas Yukina was addicted to. Curling up into the sofa, he pulled the hoodie tighter around him and pressed his nose into the fabric. It smelled like Yukina: shampoo and sweat and the barest trace of turpentine. Kisa closed his eyes and breathed deeper. The scent soothed him immensely. Listening to the muted histrionics from the TV like this, he could almost imagine Yukina sitting beside him.

Stupid, acting like some teenager… Kisa was aware that he'd come dangerously close to adding "lovesick" into that thought somewhere. Fortunately, he didn't have to dwell on this long, because surrounded in the warmth of Yukina's hoodie sleep quickly overtook him again.

"Kisa-san?"

A gentle hand on his shoulder and the sweet voice above, pulled Kisa back into consciousness. He blinked sleepy eyes, waking to the sight of Yukina bending over him. "What time is it?"

"Sorry to wake you, Kisa-san. It's one a.m."

Kisa sat up and went to rub the grit from his eyes only to find his hand missing, lost in the length of over-long hoodie arm. His cheeks pinked immediately, realizing he'd been caught wearing Yukina's sweatshirt.

He scowled at this and shifted his ire to Yukina.

"I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow afternoon?"

"That was the plan, but I made it through all the museums today and decided to take the late train back. I missed you Kisa-san."

How can you say such things with a straight face? Don't your feelings ever embarrass you?

"Did you miss me?"

"Of course not! Don't be ridiculous, you were only gone a little more than a day!" Kisa realized his protests were being negated by the flapping arms of the sweatshirt he wore. His cheeks grew hotter and he immediately began to wrestle himself out of it, but a gentle hand on his arm stopped him.

"Kisa-san…"

He cringed and waited for Yukina to mock him or even worse, say something incredibly sappy.

"Would you be willing to wear that to the bedroom and let me strip you out of that hoodie instead of you taking it off?"

Wide brown eyes shot up and the slow burn in the gaze that met them added about two pounds to Kisa's balls in an instant.

"Heh… I guess… Sure."

Kisa rose up off the couch, pulled inexorably to the warmth of Yukina's smile.

What did I ever do to be blessed with you?

Dropping his eyes away from his boyfriend's brightness he noted the heavy backpack on the floor by Yukina's feet.

"A drawer…"

"What Kisa-san?"

Ducking his head lower, Kisa tensed as he drew in a breath. "Tomorrow, I'm cleaning out a drawer in the bedroom and one in the bath. You're getting a shelf in the bookcase too!"

Within the sleeves of Yukina's hoodie, his fists clenched as he waited for Yukina's reaction. This was one of those make it or break it moments he never thought he'd ever have to face.

"Kisa-san…"

It never failed to amaze Kisa how sexy Yukina could make his name sound, or how many meanings he could fit into a single word. Long fingers caught his jaw and his head was lifted. If there was any shred of doubt in Kisa's mind as to how Yukina felt about his decree, his lover's lips abolished it in an instant.

"You did miss me."

"Yeah," Kisa panted when they finally broke from their kiss. "I mean... No! I just don't want you wasting your energy carting that heavy pack around. Not when you could be using it for something else, like fuc…"

His words were cut off by another kiss before Yukina caught the empty cuffs of his sweatshirt and pulled him to "their" bedroom.

Oh sweet tsunderes... how I love them.

Hope you enjoyed this and thanks for reading.