A/N: A very Day Light Savings Time appropriate theme today.
For Halloween, I dressed up as Infinity Arc Fai from TRC. What about y'all?
Sorry this is late-- I found out that a kid in my class had died, so I've been trying to find out what happened. If you're the praying type, then please pray for Scott's family. If not, just do what I do and send some kind thoughts their way. I don't know if any of y'all have had a similar experience, but it's very... disturbing to hear about a kid your age dying.
Depressing matters aside, here's the day's drabble.
006: HOURS
In the early days, Yoite spent all of his non-assignment time crouched in the corner of Yukimi's living room. Hours would pass, and Yukimi would return from his surface job and find that Yoite hadn't moved an inch since he'd left.
"Don't you get bored? Find something to do, you're wasting your time. Tch!"
All Yoite had was time.
When Yukimi was there-- typing, cooking, cleaning, nodding off in his computer chair and about to fall over-- Yoite spend the hours watching. He'd track the man's hand as it brushed through his hair, observe the way he hunched his shoulders tensely, follow him with his eyes as he crossed the room with soft, firm footfalls. Yoite was sure Yukimi could sense his staring-- he was a ninja. after all-- but he never commented.
Yoite studied Yukimi. He'd never had the chance to watch a man closely before. His father had never been home and he wasn't often allowed outside. When Hattori took him in, all the nursing treating him had been female, and he had trained alone. So, he paid close attention to Yukimi's movements and practiced mimicking them in the dark.
It was time well spent.
If he was ever going to make the hesitant questions and backward glances stop, he'd have to pass as something. Yoite didn't know what he was, and in the early days, Yukimi was the closest example of "normal" that he had.
A/N: Credit for the idea behind this goes to squidduck on the mangafox forums. Thanks for the inspiration!