| abstract | - A young child was busy over a stove, the smell of food wafting throughout the household. The child's pale hands moving quickly across the counting, reaching for seasoning. While it looked as if a young girl was practicing how to cook, it was a boy, by the name of Fumiko Orikasa, who was cooking breakfast for the two other inhabitants of the house. He was whistling while he worked, merrily awaiting for one certain person to wake up. "Ungh..." A certain person growled. They tossed and turned in their bed, clenching the pillow tightly. They had long brown hair with an slim forelock of hair at the top of their head. Their bangs were parted in the middle, and two locks of hair extended from the sides of their face down to their shoulders. The spikes of their hair were splayed to the left side. The rest of this person's hair was tied up into a ponytail by a small red ribbon, allowing the rest to flow freely about which reached down to their knees at the back. It felt as if the young man didn't want to wake up. Everything could pass by and he wouldn't give a flying flip. Of course, a certain someone would make sure that he would wake up immediately. And so he did, Fumiko walking over to the stairs and calling up. "Kachihi! Wake up, your breakfast is ready!" There was a slight commanding tone to Fumiko's voice, he had given these orders many times before. "Get Yuuki-san up too!" "...Dammit." These thoughts raced through Kachihi's mind. He felt as if he couldn't give a rat's ass about breakfast. He couldn't muster the strength to wander down there, shovel the food in, and do whatever. Argh. "Such misfortune." Sir Complains-a-Lot slowly rose from his bed, trudging down the slightly dusty stairs. "Where's Yuuki-san?" Fumiko asked, setting plates of salmon onto the table one-by-one. "Iyaaaaaagh..." A slender figure groaned, as they wearily opened their emerald eyes. The figure, despite their extrodinarily effiminate appearance, was male. Yes, really. They wore their blonde hair in a bun which spiked up slightly at the top, gently flowing out to the left side, with several strands of hair sticking out at the sides of the bun as sort of waves. Yawning, Yuuki Kaburagi stood up, covering his body with a mere sheet before stumbling down to the breakfast table. Even though he didn't drink -drinking was for losers- it was as if he had one hell of a hangover. "Oh, you're up." Fumiko said by way of morning greeting. He walked up to Kachihi to give him a peck on the cheek. This was also something he did every morning, so Kachihi was used to it. "Breakfast for both of your is on the table. It's just simple fish this morning." "...Fish? You have got to be kidding me." These thoughts raced through Kachihi's mind, as he focused upon the sea-monster that was placed upon the plate. ...Didn't look too bad, after all. Grasping a knife and fork, Kachihi slowly began to dig in. With that, Kachihi stuffed the sesame ball into his mouth frantically. Perhaps the greatest spice of all called love could render him immune to getting a glimpse at the white lights. It made Fumiko truly happy to see Kachihi eating his cooking, even though he ate it everyday, Fumiko was the one in charge of meals. It still gave him a strange sort of pride, as if he was being the good wife... "You eat too Yuuki-san, I'm sure you'll like it." "...Oh-okay." Yuuki reassured Fumiko, as he picked up a knife and fork. While it looked appetizing, something was still bothering him. "I wouldn't poison you Yuuki-san." Fumiko assured him. "That only seems to happen to people I don't like. Eat, eat." He absentmindedly fiddled with Kachihi's hair, much like during his numerous attempts to braid it. Kachihi never reacted well. "...I wasn't assuming that you'd poison me- I'd know if you did. Then I would do something far worse." Yuuki responded, keeping that goddammed serene smile plasted upon his face the entire time. Meanwhile, Kachihi wasn't feeling so hot. Fish? Fish, of all things? Though Fumiko molesting his hair ironically put him at ease, possibly because Fumiko wasn't attempting to braid it. This was something that set him apart from that person, who he aimed to surpass one day. Fumiko didn't catch on to the fact that he wasn't feeling well, and continued the innocent fiddling of the hair, much like a cat with yarn. "Yuuki-san, you can be almost frightening." Ignoring Fumiko's words, Yuuki continued to chow down on the fish. Meanwhile, Kachihi was continuing to attempt to stomach it. "They say you might as well devour the plate as well if you're eating what kills you...So, I'll be fine if I swallow the plate..." Kachihi uttered these words, traumatized. Yuuki gave him a quick aside glance, remarking to himself, "...His cognitive ability is leaving him..." It took Fumiko about five seconds to finally realize Kachihi was having a reaction from the fish, and another five seconds to freak out before running to the medicine cabinet to search for whatever the heck would work. "What does he take for situations like these!?" Fumiko's now snappy tone carried into the dining room. Without hesitation, Yuuki gathered reishi in the air as he began to chant something. Yuuki leapt upon Kachihi, uttering "Bakudō # i: Sōten Kisshun!" Before Kachihi could attempt to prevent the Kidō spell from striking him, he was surrounded in a golden half-oval barrier. Reishi inside the barrier began to flow around Kachihi; in an instant, everything was reverted, reverting his lethal dose of fish. Though he had consumed it, it was as if nothing had happened. "Well...that works too." Fumiko said, considerably calmer. He turned his attention to the boy who he'd almost killed with his food. "Kachihi, I'm sorry!" He truly sounded it. "I=I didn't know you couldn't stomach fish..." "C-Che...It's okay...It's okay, it's okay." Kachihi responded, clicking his tongue, still clutching his stomach as if the fish was still there. Yuuki pretended to pay no attention to this spectacle, as he continued to chow down on fish. "I can make you something else!" Fumiko insisted. "Anything you want!" "N-No...I'm fine. I'm fine, really." Kachihi responded with a somewhat frightened tone; yet said tone was one of calmness. Ironic. Yuuki continued to pay zero attention to this, remaining as silent as ever. "...Anywho, I'm done." Without any further hesitation, Kachihi Amagase picked himself up and trudged upstairs in a huff. "...Someone's experiencing love..." Yuuki thought to himself with a slight smile. Fumiko took the dishes and got them cleaned, taking a mental note to take all of Kachihi's allergies into account the next time he made him a meal. Yuuki merely giggled to himself at such a spectacle, finding Kachihi to be a cat-tongue. "...Fumiko, it's Kachihi's problem, not yours. He doesn't speak up too much, so that's what led to this. Don't get yourself down over something like this, 'kay?" "I feel bad though..." Fumiko replied. "Like I failed or something, ya know? I wanna make it up to him now, even if it's not a huge deal to him." "...Hm. Well, one hundred and sixty years ago, his father and I...Well, I'll only spare the details if you really want, but if you want to make it up to him, then you should definitely try doing what I did to his father back then." Yuuki responded, giving out so called words of wisdom with a serene smile. Dissonantly serene, to be exact. "What did you do?" Fumiko asked with all the curiosity of a child. "Did his father like it? If he did, Kachihi might too, right?" "Well, um...Kids, avert your eyes if you're wimpy." Whispering in Fumiko's ear, Yuuki informed him, "Well, you see...when you like someone so much you'd kill yourself if they didn't return your affection, then you would slip them something in their food and, or, their drink. When they pass out, then you'd throw a smoke bomb down, and make off with their unconcious body while everyone was in a daze. Then, change their clothes to a revealing wedding dress when they're still passed out, and tie them down to your bed. If they refuse to marry you when they come to, slice them up a bit. Still no luck? Have them by force. Still not working? Repeat step three and four as much as you want." Finishing whispering in Fumiko's ear, Yuuki blurted out loud, "...Overall, it was a fun day. Well, for me. I'm not sure if Gai enjoyed it to this day." Fumiko's face became slightly red. "As much fun as that sounds, I don't want to scar his body at all. I don't think your methods work for me Yuuki-san." As much as Fumiko wanted sex from Kachihi, he had yet to acknowledge that they were in any sort of relationship, and he wanted that much from him first. "...You're boring, you know that Fumiko? Live a little. But eh, it's your choice." Yuuki calmly responded, finishing consuming her meal and placing the dish in the sink with a smile. Fumiko turned to finish washing the additional dish, grumbling for a moment. "Doing what you did would scare him away from me." He insisted, drying the plate. "After he's mine, we can experiment with different things..." He licked his lips for a moment. "Maybe even a little of what you suggested." "Atta boy. Now you're thinking with your brain." Yuuki responded with a smile, "Now, go and sort things out, eh?" Fumiko smiled as he put the dishes away and hung up the apron he was wearing. He decided he'd go check on Kachihi, who he was sure had gone back to sleep. It was a lovely day out and he was not going to let Kachihi spend it sleeping. Without any care for the time, Kachihi Amagase fell back into his bed, wishing to sleep the day away. Of course, someone else had other ideas. Fumiko crept into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, placing his pale hand on Kachihi's cheek. "Kachihi, wake uuuup." "Che...Dammit, shoo." Kachihi spat, turning over to face away from Fumiko. Unlike his father, Kachihi Amagase was a rather lazy bastard. "...I'm tired. We'll deal with it tomorrow or something." Fumiko wasn't one to be brushed off however. He would get Kachihi's attention somehow. He got off the bed and stooped to the floor by Kachihi's face. With a quick smile, he kissed Kachihi, a very invasive kiss, which was simply his way of saying "Wake the hell up, damn you." Blushing slightly, Kachihi slowly stood up, growling in irritation. "I told you, leave me the hell alone. It's as bothersome as it is even getting up in the morning. So go and irk someone else, will you?" Kachihi said such hurtful words with a smile. "But you're the only one I want to irk." Fumiko told him, smiling right back. "Besides, why spend such a good day inside sleeping when you and I could go outside? The sun doesn't burn you know." "...Tch. I know that. It's just...I can't be bothered doing anything right now." Kachihi retorted. He was thinking of taking a step outside and howling 'IT BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNS!' for a practical joke, but he figured that it would really raise a few eyebrows. "...Tch." Ironically, despite his tendacies to detest his father, they had picked up the same tics. "...Alright, you've got me." Fumiko's eyes brightened. "You'll come!?" Staring at Fumiko, Kachihi responded stoically, "...Yeah." Fumiko threw his arms around Kachihi's neck, effectively glomping him. "Yes! You won't regret it, I have a real, real good place I want to show you!" "...Guh." Kachihi scowled at the moment of physical contact, "...Dammit, get offa me. ...But let's go."
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