Disclaimer. No, they're not mine, though I wish they were. *sigh* and sorry for making Omi the bad guy… -_-;
Author's note: This was a little cheer-up ficlet I wrote for my friends on Livejournal
after a week when the mood had been down. *hugs friends*
You could say this is a snippet from the same universe that my Beautiful Nights takes place in.
A good day
Yohji had been feeling a bit down lately, had claimed he had the beginnings of a cold, but Aya knew better. Yohji never could fool him; he wasn't that good a liar.
No, Aya though he knew what was the matter. Three days ago, when the two of them were on a mission, Yohji had made a mistake that had cost them both time and the valuable information they had been sent to get.
Because of this silly mistake they had been forced to dodge their pursuers for the most part of the night, only getting safely back home at the light of dawn. And then, after only a few hours of restless sleep, Manx had come calling. She'd debriefed them on the mission and then had a private conversation with Yohji that left him both quiet and withdrawn for the rest of the day.
Aya had barely been able to get Yohji to tell him about Manx's rather boldly phrased speech – she'd chewed Yohji out pretty good – and even then he was still not telling Aya everything, he suspected.
The next day hadn't been much better, Yohji hardly having slept the past two nights didn't do much for his reflexes, and he knocked over a rack with newly potted gardenias and Omi decided to let him know just what he thought about that. In front of all the fangirls too. Not even Aya scowling at Omi had stopped the string of angry words hurled at the unhappy playboy. Yohji had apologized and then disappeared up the stairs in the back, not to be seen for the rest of the day.
And today. Aya glanced at Yohji where he sat in the old couch next to the window, his long legs drawn up and lean arms wrapped around them. He sighed for the tenth time and leaned his chin on his knees, staring unseeingly out the window. Aya knew what was bothering Yohji today.
It was the anniversary of Asuka's death. Well, her first death anyhow, and Yohji wasn't taking it all very well. Aya couldn't really say if this was how Yohji always behaved on this day, he hadn't had any personal reason to care before, and after how the past few days had been he was fairly surprised Yohji wasn't out drinking his scull to pieces.
But tomorrow. Tomorrow was their day off.
~*~
Aya woke as always before the alarm went off, and he quickly snaked an arm out from under the covers to hit the off button so it wouldn't disturb Yohji in his sleep. It had been a restless night again and Aya decided Yohji needed all the sleep he could get.
Even though Aya was the only one who could move around without waking Yohji, he moved with extra care this morning, just in case. He dressed in a worn t-shirt and sweatpants, and after one last look at Yohji to make sure he was still asleep, quietly left the room and headed down the stairs to the kitchen.
He had already decided he'd spoil Yohji today, in every way possible, and to Aya's way of thinking the day always started with a good breakfast. So breakfast it was. Tea and miso soup for himself, coffee and toast for Yohji, made just the way he liked them, two glasses of freshly pressed orange juice and a piece of that pie Ken had luckily forgotten about. He disappeared out the door to the shop for a few minutes and then returned with two carefully chosen flowers, tied together with a piece of red string. Even a pack of Yohji's cigarettes and a lighter found their way onto the tray Aya took up to their room.
It was a bit tricky to get the door open but he managed it, and quietly padded into the dim room and put the tray down on the bedside table. Yohji was still asleep, only having rolled over onto his back since Aya left. He looked at his lover, so beautiful even in sleep, his lashes like blond dust across his cheeks and his hair a golden cloud around his head. Perhaps even more beautiful, because the mask he habitually wore when he was awake and aware was missing.
Aya knelt next to Yohji, and holding the twined flowers between his fingers, he began to gently draw small patterns across Yohji's bared skin. He followed the contours of the smooth forehead and cheekbones, the sleek line of his jaw. Yohji pulled a deep breath, still half asleep, when the soft petals traced the muscles in his neck and then tickled the curving line of a collarbone.
"Mmm, wha'?" he mumbled and slowly cracked bleary, green eyes open.
Aya smiled. "Good morning," he murmured and bent down to give his lover a gentle kiss hello.
"Hmm," Yohji said and a small smile slowly spread across his lips when they broke apart. "What's this?" he asked when he caught sight of the flowers in Aya's hand.
Aya shrugged. "Nothing special."
Yohji caught the flowers and held them up. "A rose and a cattleya?"
"Yes."
"Aya..?" He seemed puzzled, still looking at the flowers, then past them at Aya. "Why?"
"You've had a tough couple of days; I just thought I'd make sure you had a good one for a change."
Yohji just stared at him, making Aya wonder if he head done something wrong.
"Thank you!" he whispered finally and reached out to pull Aya close for a deep, heartfelt kiss. Yohji hummed into their kiss when Aya's hand found its way down his chest to tease a nibble, and Yohji was soon pulling at Aya's shirt to get it off.
Aya was about to protest that their breakfast was getting cold, when he saw the burning need and affection in Yohji's eyes.
Oh, well, he thought. Breakfast doesn't have to come first after all. Maybe there were other things a body needed more that a full stomach and this was as good a way to start the day as any Aya could ever think of.
~Owari~
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