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[anamuan]

come on guys, not reading your flist is no excuse not to give me drabble prompts :((

・ you make me feel like i'm crawling out of my skin, pikame.
・ pretty lady, be my lady, jin/horikita maki
・ death or cake, j2 (buno puntos for anyone who gets the reference)
・ she's a bad girl, i know, kuroki meisa/kame
・ the epic battle between good (jpop) and evil (

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[anamuan]

They didn't move in together until they were serious. Like, really serious. Like, no rings, maybe, but no one else hopefully ever serious.

When Ryo told his mother, she'd wailed at him over the phone.

"What about that nice girl you brought home three years ago?" she cried. She paused for a moment, but Ryo doesn't manage to say anything into the space, because she just sounded so upset. "She didn't turn you gay, did she?" she accused.

Ryo pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes scrunched shut in a grimace. "No, Mama," he answers her.

"You would have had such beautiful babies together, and given me beautiful grandchildren," his mother laments over the line.

"Erika's married, Mom," Ryo tried reasoning. "She's got a kid and everything. Besides," Ryo hurried on before his mother could mourn her unborn baby grandchildren some more, "You hated her."

Ryo can practically hear his mother recall how much she really had disliked the girl. "Well," she said, in a much more reasonable tone, "that's true anyway."

"And Junno, Mom, you'll like Junno," Ryo promised. There's a blush starting high on his cheeks and he's glad this is a phone call because that means no one can see him. He loves Junno, but he doesn't like to talk about it all the time. He's not a pour-your-heart-out kind of guy.

Ryo's mother does, in fact, like Junno when she meets him. Of course, once that's settled she starts trying to talk adoption every chance she gets. A little homosexual relationship is not going to come between her and her future grand-babies.

Junno's mother makes much less of a fuss. She tells them how happy she is that her Junno's finally settled down with a good boy, such a hard worker, and isn't his father happy such a nice young gentleman would bother hooking up with their idiot child. Ryo knows that kind of language will stop once she's decided he's really in the family, but they've just been introduced, so he's just going to have to put up with it for one dinner.

She ships them a six person set of wine glasses, glass tinted ever so slightly blue. That's the cobalt, she tells them, and then goes on for a bit on the phone with Ryo when he called to thank her for such a beautiful house warming present. They're family heirlooms, she imparts. Not expensive really, weren't worth much when her grandmother picked them up at the turn of the century, and there had been eight back then, but two had been broken, sadly, over the years. Still, Ryo understood that while they might not be worth a lot in terms of money, they were priceless in terms of family history, and the fact that Junno's mother had given the set to them said a lot. They couldn't do anything less than treasure them.

They do the dishes like teenage boys: as infrequently as possible. Things piled up until they reached a critical mass and both Ryo and Junno avoided the kitchen whenever possible because the untidy stacks of rinsed off dishes made them a little crazy. After a few days of that, one or the other of them would finally snap and wash all the dishes before their dreams of attracting cockroaches the size of soccer balls turned out to be prophetic.

Ryo had been washing the dishes when it happened.

If it had been porcelain or something, Ryo could have glued it back together, however much effort and time it would have taken. If Junno's mother had given them her grandmother's nice china tea set, or her wedding dishes or something, Ryo would have gathered up all the broken pieces and pieced them back together. Glass, though, warps as it breaks. There was no putting wine glasses back together. Even after he'd swept up all the broken shards, there was no way they'd ever be anything other than a pile of garbage ever again.

How was he ever going to face Junno's mother?? (Ryo, like all good Kansai boys, lives in a dreadful fear of mothers. He knows where the power is.)

[anamuan]

Ryo hadn't quite snapped out of it by the time Junno gets home--another practice let out early. Caught red-handed, so to speak, pile of broken glass in the dust bit at his feet, he can't do anything but fess up.

"Junno, I am so sorry!" Ryo says, upset. "It was just the one glass, but your mother told me how important they wereI. We can't replace it."

"Well," Junno replied, smile crinkling around his eyes, "five is a lucky number. Much better than six, really."

Ryo's voice raises in shock, "What? How can you just say that, like it's not important? Your mother told me how your family had kept them for so long."

Junno breaks out into a laugh then. "Really, Ryo, don't worry about it so much! I am pretty sure I was there when Mom bought them. She picked them up at a discount seller because the set only had six. She kind of likes to make up stories to make things sound more interesting or romantic. You can't believe her all the time."

Ryo throws a dish towel at Junno because he was there.