I update so quickly, I'm sorry! I just can't help myself; when I get an idea, I have to write it! This chapter is much more tame than the last one; it uses the word Frame. I hope you enjoy reading it!

It came as no surprise to anyone that Yao had tons of pictures around his house. Small frames and large ones alike, he held memories in various paintings and photographs. They were treasures that could not be replaced, special keepsakes that remained dear to his heart from the moment they were placed in his hands. One day while Kiku was over, he decided to showcase every single one of them- and there were hundreds.

"Oh, this is a painting of me in front of the emperor's palace!" Yao exclaimed, pointing to an old portrait of a younger version of himself standing with the imperial council, smiling despite everyone else's stone-cold expressions. Kiku chuckled; typical Yao.

"Ahh, and this is an old painting I did myself," he said, picking one up and offering it to Kiku. "One day, I saw a panda in the forest, so I just sat down and painted it! Isn't he cute?"

"Very," Kiku said, smiling down at the paper in his hands. "You were very astute to detail, Yao. How old is this?"

Yao tilted his head in thought. "Oh, at least a thousand years. You were around then, but cameras weren't. Oh, speaking of cameras...!" Suddenly, they came across a black and white photograph of Yao standing in front of a street vendor, dozens of people walking behind him. "This is the first photograph I ever had taken of myself. Amazing, right?"

"Amazing indeed," Kiku agreed, running his finger over the dusty piece of history. Even then, Yao was incredibly handsome, Kiku thought. The black and white can't hide that.

"Oh, here's a good one!" Yao laughed, picking up a picture of Wan, Yong Soo, and Hong. Wan appeared to be crying, while Yong Soo laughed with a bag of flour in his hands. Apparently, Yong Soo had spilled the flour all over Wan, a dare made by Hong. Hong, as always, had a blank expression on his face. Kiku couldn't help but laugh as well.

"How typical of them," he interjected. "Poor Wan."

Yao nodded in agreement. "Indeed... oh, Kiku. I want to show you my absolute favorite picture. I'll be right back." Smiling with intent, Yao stood up and went to another room, leaving Kiku waiting. He returned with a picture frame decorated gracefully with flowers- chrysanthemums, Kiku noted. Could it be a coincidence?

Inside the picture frame, he found his answer. The photograph was of him, and only him. Yao had just gotten a Polaroid camera from Alfred and he was figuring out how to work it. Somehow, he caught Kiku smiling and snapped the picture. "This," Yao said softly, grinning down at the photo, his hand sitting gently on the side of the frame, "is my favorite picture. You look so happy."

Kiku couldn't help but grin. He took Yao's free hand in one of his and kissed the top of it gently. "I do. You caught me by surprise that time. Say... can I take a picture of you, Yao?"

Confused, but compliant, Yao nodded and posed. Kiku took out his cell phone, pressed a button, and immediately set the image as his cell phone's background.

"Now, this..." Kiku showed his phone to Yao, his finger gently running across the screen, "is my favorite picture."

No notes for this one... unless you're unfamiliar with a few of the names I used. Yong Soo is South Korea, Wan is Taiwan, and Hong is Hong Kong.

This was very fluffy. Perhaps the next one will take a turn towards angst... we'll see. :) Thanks for reading!