It rained for three days and three nights, the streets and sewers were flooded, soil washed away, leaving the roots of trees exposed to the burning rain.
Daichi was sick with a cough, and Anna was at his side, feeding him warm soup that soothed his throat. She was always with him, like a shadow, her long legs stretched to give her more comfort in the cramped room. The sick boy liked her legs, but he knew they would never be more than friends. He just couldn't see her in that way.
Anna, however, was quite enamoured with the silverette. It was just a schoolgirl crush, she had always told herself, but her heart disagreed with her brain. She was already accustomed to the two main organs in her body battling out a war of instinct and nature. Half of her just wanted to grab Daichi's sick and coughing form and kiss the living hell out of him, but the logical side of her knew that would just mess with this fragile relationship the two of them shared. Her body was split into parts: one animalistic and wild, the other restrictive and logical.
Misaki entered the room to sit next to the girl, smiling down at the friends with a knowing look, as if he understood the dilemma of the two. He was only in his late thirties, but his face was laden with smile lines, the signs of a joyous life. Daichi looked up at his papa with round green eyes, and Misaki smiled even brighter. His son, he looked so much like Akihiko, and yet, he had his characteristics too. He had Misaki's legs and arms, and his eyes.
"Daichi." He called, holding up a bottle of cough syrup as the silverette groaned in protest, but still he opened his mouth like a small bird, waiting for it's mother to feed it. And he did, with one even spoonful that put Daichi out for the rest of the night.
"Anna," Misaki said, watching his son's eyes begin to flutter shut. "I think it's best if you go home now, he'll be out for hours." Daichi made a face, giving a slight noise of annoyance, but Anna, realising the time, agreed half-heartedly as she began to gather up her shoes and coat.
Misaki called for Akihiko, and told him to drive Anna home. He nodded, smiling at his child's friend.
When they had left, Misaki sat at the bedside of his son, stroking his hair as he slept. His eyes softened, looking at the child beneath him. He was still so young.. Misaki worried that he'd be taken from him soon, but every little bird has to leave the nest, and every seedling must grow into it's own tree.
In the moonlight, Akihiko looked rather handsome, his hair shining like sterling silver, his purple eyes were darkened from lust and passion. Below them, the cough syrup would have put Daichi out for more than a couple hours, so he knew his Usagi-san would beg him to make the noises he made when he was young. But for the moment, his eyes were glued to his lover's solid body as he stalked toward him, surging forward to claim his lips in a desperate kiss.
When they separated, Akihiko was the one to take charge, whispering naughty things that caused the brunet to blush heavily, protesting softly as he was engulfed in the silverette's heat. He meant nothing by his protests, and Akihiko knew that, but it still pierced his heart in a million places every time Misaki pushed against him, telling him to stop, not here, not now. It had been cute at first, but it had begun to cause him strife in the later years of their relationship. It used to be Misaki's way of retaining dignity, Akihiko knew that, and yet, still, why was it effecting him so much?
Wet lips met the skin of his neck, sucking harshly as a bruise began to form, and Akihiko smiled, petting Misaki's brown hair with calming strokes. His Misaki had always known the way to calm him when he began to work himself up, or how to hold him in the dead of night after finishing a novel. The key was those thin, but strong arms that he knew, somehow, he just knew, if it came down to it, those arms would hold him forever. If the laws of biology did not dictate it's impossibility, he would stare into those green eyes for all of eternity, and he would kiss those plump lips forever. Forever was a long time, yes, but with Misaki, growing old with the boy, no, the man, would be worth it all.
He claimed the younger man's lips in a harsh kiss, pressing Misaki against the mattress in excitement. It had been more than weeks since they had been able to fu- no, make love to one another, and they certainly weren't going to let this opportunity slip through their fingers.
Katsuo dropped his bags and glared at the door in distaste. It wasn't that he disliked staying with his uncle, it was just.. They were so.. Loud. He assumed, since they never had any kids of their own, they hadn't ever learned how to be quiet. Katsuo shivered at the thoughts of his uncle, retrieving a spare key of his and jamming it into the lock of the apartment.
But when he opened up the door, his wide eyes met the wide eyes of two others, before Miyagi's naked frame fell off the couch where he had been making love to a certain blond boy's uncle. It didn't help that said uncle was currently staring at him, arousal flushing his cheeks. Katsuo just stared, before he turned around and walked out with a furious blush covering his whole face. He closed the door, eyes still wide at the display.
"Come open the door when you're both clothed." He said into the door, and an insistent amount of scuffling and reprimanding was heard through the apartment walls. When it opened again, Shinobu looked flushed, and his hair was mussed, but, to the teen's approval, was clothed in a silky robe. Behind him, Miyagi was shirtless, but at least he was wearing pants.
"I.. thought you were coming later," Shinobu said with a growl, obviously still aroused to the point of aggravation. Katsuo glared back at him, huffing.
"This is the time Mom said I would come. You must've misread it." He growled at his uncle. "Now are you going to let me in? Or should I just sleep in the hallway?" The banter, more or less, was in good nature, and both blonds smirked at each other with mischievous looks, while Miyagi just let out a nervous sigh. Two feisty, argumentative blond boys in one house was always torture for Miyagi, with debates that waged on past the dawning lights. He never could get any sleep when his nephew was visiting, and he never had any Shinobu time to himself.
Katsuo grabbed his duffel bag and sauntered in, staring disgustedly at the couch where he was going to sleep. He would just turn the couch pillows over and try to ignore the sounds and stink of sex pouring from the bedroom. He watched as his uncle shifted uncomfortably in the robe, laughing at his awkwardness, while simultaneously feeling bad for the man. If it had been the other way around, and Katsuo was the one caught having sex, it probably would've been just as weird, if not more so. He dropped his bag on the coffee table and gave Shinobu a look.
"Well, y'know, go finish, then we can debate." Katsuo said with a sigh, and his uncle flushed again, but took the opportunity to grab Miyagi and lock themselves in the bedroom. Katsuo turned over the couch cushions and flopped onto it, knowing there would be no debate. Uncle Shinobu seemed too preoccupied with Miyagi, not that he cared too much. He was tired, and a bit annoyed too. A couple of his recent deals had gone awry, and he had lost customers from it.
Katsuo sighed as he fished his phone out of his bag, shooting Daichi a quick text. The boy was probably asleep at this hour, but he tried anyway with the hopes that maybe, just maybe, he'd get a response.
A/N: somehow I got this in.. I don't really know how, but you get to see Miyagi and Shinobu! You people should be happy ('cuz they're so cute~)!
invisiblemage: *sobs* C-Can I marry you?! *shot* But seriously, you're, like, the nicest, most awesomest, bestest person I've ever known! TT_TT Your reviews always make me smile really wide, and they make my day, every single time you review! ^^ Thank you so much~ Stay awesome, and I hope you do well on your exams (I know I'm not..) *gives you good luck*
Well, this chapter was.. interesting to write... nehehe, I liked the romantica and terrorist parts.. Sorry, everytime I reread those, I fangirl soooo hard~ *dies of cuteness*