Landkarte has gone for a week for a fieldtrip with his friends in tennis club.
Without him.
And here he was, standing in front of mirror with rarely seen blushes on his cheeks and frown on his face. And he's not in his own room, by the way.
"What the hell am I thinking now…"
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Outside, Kreuz had to cover his own mouth and Zehel's before the dark-haired teen knew that they're seeing him in Landkarte's clothes in that light-haired loafer's room.
Seeing Ea's gloomy aura before you went to sleep was a bad thing to do, after all.
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Their Daily Lives
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Genre: Family – Friendship
Rate: T
Warning: NOT a songfic, AU, shonen ai hints, and grammar mistakes.
Disclaimer: 07-Ghost belongs to Yuki Amemiya and Yukino Ichihara, When You're Gone © Avril Lavigne.
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Story 10
~When You're Gone~
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A small frown appeared on the 9-years old boy's face when he realized something—or someone—was missing that day. He grabbed Profe's apron so that the older resident would look at him and answer his question, just like what she usually did. "Where is Landkarte, Profe?"
Profe smiled gently. She put the knife on the table, squatted in front of Ea, and patted his head. "Zehel take him to visit his real family today, because his mother fell sick and he has to see her. He'll stay with them until his mother healthy, so please bear with it, okay?"
"In other word, he'll not be here until the holiday end?"
"Unluckily, that's true."
If only Landkarte could see Ea's current expression, Profe was sure that the boy would hug him tightly like usual when he saw Ea's 'cute' side appeared again. Because—really, Profe herself couldn't resist to do it since Ea's face was ve~ry cute now! He looked like a puppy who've lost it's master!
"…okay, then. It's not like I'm gonna miss him or something like that. Anyway, have you finished to make the breakfast?"
/What a tsundere you are, my Dear,/ Profe thought silently. However, she just smiled motherly and nodded, then handed him the bread with chocolate jam on it. "Here you go. Eat it carefully, okay?"
"Don't worry, I'll. I'm not that loafer who'll eat in his own messy way, anyway."
"Of course you're, unless if you miss him so much and you started to act like him."
"There's no way I'll do it."
But later, in that night, Profe could just smiled amusedly when she saw Ea brushed his teeth while wearing Landkarte's pajama. She didn't give any comment too after she found Ea sleeping in the missing boy's bed that night—and the next night, two nights later, and until the night before Landkarte went back to the manor.
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"Profe?"
"Yes?"
"I thought that loafer will come home today…?"
Profe sighed, but deep inside, she giggled amusedly. "Same with me. But Zehel just called me a while ago, saying that they have to stay a little longer than they planned to."
"…oh."
The blond teen dare not to see the expression under that long, dark-haired bangs that boy has. She just patted his head gently like before, giving him a smile when he excused himself to go to his bedroom to do his holiday's homework. But she knew him better than himself, though—she just guessed that he's lying, since he had finished all of his homework yesterday with Krowell and Kreuz. /He ran to his room and locked himself in to hide the fact that he's crying because of lonely… maybe?/
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Far away from the manor, Zehel mumbled something incoherently in annoyed tone. "For God's sake—why did that woman want me to buy cooking utensils of all sudden?! She can buy it by herself, doesn't she? Lucky her that we haven't arrived at the manor yet."
Landkarte chuckled nervously. He couldn't imagine how big Zehel's anger will be if Profe said it when they've arrived in the manor instead.
/Besides,/ The 9-years old boy thought mentally, /for what did she need the utensils? Nobody's going to have birthday this month, isn't it?/
If only you know what'll you see when you arrived at the manor, Landkarte…
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"We're back!"
"Welcome home~! Did you bring the stuffs I need?" Profe welcomed them with innocent smile on her face, ignoring the Zehel's furious expression since they had to wander around the city just to find the things she needed. "Here! Take them and do not ever ask me to find them again! It took… what… almost twelve hours to search for them! And I don't want to have a quarrel with those fat housewives again—never! BLARGH!"
The tall teen went to his room immediately after that.
Profe's dark purple eyes blinked in surprise. "Do you mind to translate his blabbering, Landkarte?"
Landkarte scratched his cheek with a nervous chuckle. "I think he just want to ask you not to made him has a quarrel with the housewives we met today, Profe, since he got all the things you want after he won it from that fight."
"Oo~h. That's nice of him. It's the first time he acted like a gentleman for me, you know?"
"…" Landkarte didn't dare to remind her the threat she gave to him via phone this morning, though.
"By the way, don't you feel tired? Go to your room and take a rest. You do have to go to school tomorrow, don't you?"
This time, Landkarte felt like wanted to bang his head against the wall. He forgot that his holiday would be over tomorrow, and he hadn't done his homework yet! "…thank you for reminding me that thing, Profe. Good night."
"Good night, my Dear!"
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Landkarte couldn't believe what he was seeing now.
He rubbed his eyes once, and the scenery didn't change.
Twice, it still hadn't change.
Thrice…
He smiled widely and brightly. His tiredness gone in instant when he realized the view wasn't his hallucination; Ea was really sleeping in his bed, wearing his pajama, and hugging a mini-doll version of him tightly. /How cute~!/ he screamed mentally, resisting the urge to hug him immediately so the dark-haired boy wouldn't wake up and went to his room instead in grouchy mood. He walked in carefully, laid himself on the bed without changing his clothes (he felt lazy tonight, anyway) after putting the doll on the table slowly, then put Ea's hand on his shoulder and sneak closer to Ea.
Landkarte loved it very much whenever he's close with Ea, although the dark-haired boy rarely hug him in their daily lives.
"Good night, Ea."
After whispering the words softly, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep with sweet dreams…
…only to be awaked by Ea's surprised scream on the next bright and shiny morning.
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Ea grumbled incoherently when he remembered that thing. He laid himself on that loafer's bed after turned off the lamp, covered himself with the thick blanket which was not his until his eyes and hair was the only visible part of his body, then closed his eyes while hugging the mini-doll version of Landkarte (again) under the blanket with blushes on his cheek.
He could only hope that nobody would awake before him tomorrow now.
"Good night, Landkarte."
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The End.
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Omake!
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Landkarte, who was just arrived home after his tiring camping activity, blinked his eyes in confusion when he saw a crowd was gathering front of his room. It's not a usual thing to be seen if Zehel, Relikt, and Fest gathered in one place, anyway. Especially if they're covering their mouths with their own hands.
"May I ask what's the problem until you gathered in front of my room?"
Relikt asked him to shut up via gesture, and Landkarte raised his eyebrow in confusion.
But that confusion disappeared instantly when he saw the view inside his room, anyway. And he couldn't stop smiling amusedly after seeing Ea sleeping on his bed while hugging a doll version of his and wearing his clothes, just like the old times when he had to stay in his original family's home.
When Ea woke up in afternoon, he screamed (again) in surprise when he realized he was hugging the real Landkarte instead the doll version of him.
That day, Landkarte ate his lunch with a visible red punch-mark on his left cheek.
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Really the end now.