[Gift Fic] Culture Shock
Title: Culture Shock
Fandom: X/1999, Kingdom Hearts
Rating: R-ish?
Summary: Holidays just aren't what one might expect. Hollow Bastion, cultural gestures, and a good evening to boot.
A/N: Merry Christmas, Trap! Also: oh, god, why did I attempt Fuuma's perspective again? I don't care of it's awful, so there. By now I shouldn't have to mention that it's taken from a pretense of cityofsolace. For the most part.
Christmas was a very strange thing.
Hollow Bastion didn't have much of anything that "Kamui" was used to-- or at least what the body was used to. Wasn't all too surprising. He didn't expect this place to be anything like Japan, let alone have much in way of any actual tradition considering the bad condition that the town was in. Still dilapidated and barren, all things considered. Better than a few months before. Also not a surprise. But that just meant he needed to improvise. Not so much meticulous planning as it was just... simply not saying anything. Especially not to Leon, who already had his hands full. Not a difficult task.
"Kamui" had come to expect Leon's obliviousness to expecting anything for himself. It would have been laughable, really, if it wasn't such a pleasant alternative to the usual.
He'd made a cake.
Well, two.
A larger one for the whole of the newly formed Committee. Simple, smiling throughout the whole of the praise and thanks-yous.
The second was for evening, when Leon stomped in from the cold (a drizzle, this week, and thankfully not sleet), and he hadn't exactly understood why "Kamui" had opted for staying inside. Why? It hardly seemed like him; the need for wide, blue skies, or at least Hollow Bastion's half-lit grey for winter, often seemed completely insatiable. "Kamui" had seemed overly tender, all things considered. Leon hadn't been able to pin-point it. Taking his scarf and winter-weight jacket --he still wore it, the one Lenalee gave him, as if just to remember the imprint of her kindness in that city with it's war and roses-- seeking an (allowed) nuzzle into the still-warmth of skin from a body that seemed to never know the cold save during this season. The cake was there on the half-worn table. Everything in the house seemed worn and weathered, yet welcome compared to the previous too-close arrangement in Traverse.
A few months was long enough to adapt, but not quite get used to a "home" of their own.
What a quaint thought.
"What's this for?" Leon asked, frowning in that curious way of his when "Kamui" finally cut into the small, decorative cake. "And where'd you get the stuff to make it?"
Of course, "Kamui" simply smiled, that way of his, setting the small plate in front of Leon. "Merry Chrimstmas."
Leon's frown tilted. But he ate his cake slice in silence. The only thing, in contrast, to prove that the little gesture hadn't gone unnoticed was the fact that he sat next to "Kamui" rather than across from. A warm presence, in spire of his thoughtful silence. What "Kamui" hadn't expected was the way Leon kissed him when they both finally climbed into bed. Whatever tradition Hollow Bastion had remained unsaid (there wasn't a point, and both of them knew that something in the man had changed, and that meant leaving behind the worse parts and emphasizing the greater) even with the slide of fingers along the younger's throat. Soft and tender, in a way that still, somehow, while wholly expected, felt still foreign. Fingers that turned into a splay of palm-digits across sternum. Holding along "Kamui"'s heart to feel the beat.
"Kamui", naturally, took in the warmth. Unexpectedness aside, and perhaps curious, there were no complaints when, mere fingers against clothing-over-skin turned to seeking out warmth flesh, finding places that were soft and hard and sensitive. Touching to feeling to, honestly, a pleasantness that came with finally discovering that Leon had to offer from what he'd "learned", the older man's weight pressing "Kamui" into the mattress as if they belonged locked like that. Bodily. Desperate breaths and fingernails down backs, and the strange way Leon's mouth wouldn't leave his jaw.
Pressed close.
It was nice.
"Kamui" found himself pleased that the cake was appreciated. So long around one person, it was easy to tell, with people like Leon, it was never the object so much as the simplistic fact that there had been consideration behind the deliberate act of giving it.
Leon slept more quietly while "Kamui" dozed, for some time, pondering it.
When he'd, honestly, drifted off, he couldn't say. It wasn't an unpleasant arrangement, these often wordless little agreements. Besides. Every so often, "Kamui" was sentimental. Every so often there was no real room for complicated things like words, if it meant basking in soft afterglow as well as a solid body to purr against. Ever the contented cat.
Somehow, though, come morning...
The fact that every house, every shack and plastered-together living arrangement had warm food and gifts from some "Santa" was more strange. No one was honestly surprised that it'd been Sora's fault. A thought could, after all, change worlds, hearts.
A good beginning to the end of a bad year, "Kamui" decided.
Fandom: X/1999, Kingdom Hearts
Rating: R-ish?
Summary: Holidays just aren't what one might expect. Hollow Bastion, cultural gestures, and a good evening to boot.
A/N: Merry Christmas, Trap! Also: oh, god, why did I attempt Fuuma's perspective again? I don't care of it's awful, so there. By now I shouldn't have to mention that it's taken from a pretense of cityofsolace. For the most part.
Christmas was a very strange thing.
Hollow Bastion didn't have much of anything that "Kamui" was used to-- or at least what the body was used to. Wasn't all too surprising. He didn't expect this place to be anything like Japan, let alone have much in way of any actual tradition considering the bad condition that the town was in. Still dilapidated and barren, all things considered. Better than a few months before. Also not a surprise. But that just meant he needed to improvise. Not so much meticulous planning as it was just... simply not saying anything. Especially not to Leon, who already had his hands full. Not a difficult task.
"Kamui" had come to expect Leon's obliviousness to expecting anything for himself. It would have been laughable, really, if it wasn't such a pleasant alternative to the usual.
He'd made a cake.
Well, two.
A larger one for the whole of the newly formed Committee. Simple, smiling throughout the whole of the praise and thanks-yous.
The second was for evening, when Leon stomped in from the cold (a drizzle, this week, and thankfully not sleet), and he hadn't exactly understood why "Kamui" had opted for staying inside. Why? It hardly seemed like him; the need for wide, blue skies, or at least Hollow Bastion's half-lit grey for winter, often seemed completely insatiable. "Kamui" had seemed overly tender, all things considered. Leon hadn't been able to pin-point it. Taking his scarf and winter-weight jacket --he still wore it, the one Lenalee gave him, as if just to remember the imprint of her kindness in that city with it's war and roses-- seeking an (allowed) nuzzle into the still-warmth of skin from a body that seemed to never know the cold save during this season. The cake was there on the half-worn table. Everything in the house seemed worn and weathered, yet welcome compared to the previous too-close arrangement in Traverse.
A few months was long enough to adapt, but not quite get used to a "home" of their own.
What a quaint thought.
"What's this for?" Leon asked, frowning in that curious way of his when "Kamui" finally cut into the small, decorative cake. "And where'd you get the stuff to make it?"
Of course, "Kamui" simply smiled, that way of his, setting the small plate in front of Leon. "Merry Chrimstmas."
Leon's frown tilted. But he ate his cake slice in silence. The only thing, in contrast, to prove that the little gesture hadn't gone unnoticed was the fact that he sat next to "Kamui" rather than across from. A warm presence, in spire of his thoughtful silence. What "Kamui" hadn't expected was the way Leon kissed him when they both finally climbed into bed. Whatever tradition Hollow Bastion had remained unsaid (there wasn't a point, and both of them knew that something in the man had changed, and that meant leaving behind the worse parts and emphasizing the greater) even with the slide of fingers along the younger's throat. Soft and tender, in a way that still, somehow, while wholly expected, felt still foreign. Fingers that turned into a splay of palm-digits across sternum. Holding along "Kamui"'s heart to feel the beat.
"Kamui", naturally, took in the warmth. Unexpectedness aside, and perhaps curious, there were no complaints when, mere fingers against clothing-over-skin turned to seeking out warmth flesh, finding places that were soft and hard and sensitive. Touching to feeling to, honestly, a pleasantness that came with finally discovering that Leon had to offer from what he'd "learned", the older man's weight pressing "Kamui" into the mattress as if they belonged locked like that. Bodily. Desperate breaths and fingernails down backs, and the strange way Leon's mouth wouldn't leave his jaw.
Pressed close.
It was nice.
"Kamui" found himself pleased that the cake was appreciated. So long around one person, it was easy to tell, with people like Leon, it was never the object so much as the simplistic fact that there had been consideration behind the deliberate act of giving it.
Leon slept more quietly while "Kamui" dozed, for some time, pondering it.
When he'd, honestly, drifted off, he couldn't say. It wasn't an unpleasant arrangement, these often wordless little agreements. Besides. Every so often, "Kamui" was sentimental. Every so often there was no real room for complicated things like words, if it meant basking in soft afterglow as well as a solid body to purr against. Ever the contented cat.
Somehow, though, come morning...
The fact that every house, every shack and plastered-together living arrangement had warm food and gifts from some "Santa" was more strange. No one was honestly surprised that it'd been Sora's fault. A thought could, after all, change worlds, hearts.
A good beginning to the end of a bad year, "Kamui" decided.