The Cat's Meow
Title: The Cat's Meow
Fandom: X/1999, KK, crossover
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Merlin has something to say. "Kamui" gets a little 'just deserts' without getting the point.
A/N: B| gd it Kai. Part of... whatever arc these are part of: Reset, And In Truth..., Restart, Reset, and White-Washed Walls, and Far Away and Dreaming. Proof that my attempts to write with Fuuma fails. Also. Crack.
"You're quite the heart breaker!"
Merlin smiles. The sort of simple, patient, old-man smile most amiable wizards. Or so "Kamui" would suppose, since he's never known one, in this lifetime. And he is a strange creature indeed. Unreadable. Different. Not unlike a blank piece of paper. Not because there wasn't anything written on it, just that it was all in invisible ink.
"What he is, Merlin," Leon began, in that tone "Kamui" knows. It's purposefully blank. The sort of blank from some of their arguments that was devoid of things to hide the irritation. Most people assumed that's just how he was. "Kamui" knows better. He knows it's just that Leon is irritated and tired all the time. Rather hilarious and sad all at once, he supposed. In the mean while, however, there were other, better things at hand, despite the fact that he was having a slight problem.
A sleek, well proportioned, quite handsome black cat was winding in figure eights between Leon's ankles, purring (a hidden sense of wanting to break something, but playing nice gets things going smoother), and generally milking the situation for all it was worth. Leon's arms folded in between the calming breath, "Is a cat."
Complete with a lavender ribbon around the neck.
As if to finish the remark a slender, furry tail twisted, turning into a considerably question mark shape, brushing his head against the back of Leon's calf.
The risk with not being more in his face, as he supposed, considering there was no where else to place vindictive blame, because the sauces of that wizards weren't fond of him. Actually. Most of the tea sets weren't. On the positive side, "Kamui" supposed, at least the sugar bowl actually gave him sugar, and not salt like everyone else.
"Dreadfully sorry about that-- you know how these things go!" Merlin said with a flutter of his wrist, sending a book to the stack. "Ah! Yes, did you air out your clock like I told you to, my boy? Has it started to work properly?"
Leon sighed, "Yes. Is there a way to fix it?"
"Well..."
"Kamui"'s tail twitched again. He wasn't pleased with being manhandled, not particularly, Leon leaning down to scoop him up off the floor, glaring right back into slitted, gold eyes. The ribbon was tugged free. Tolerable. An arm draped over the side of the arm supporting him, and he stretched, making Leon readjust to keep hold of him. Yes. Tolerable.
Merlin looked at them, tutted a moment to himself. "The spell wears off when an important lesson is learned."
"What 'lesson'?"
"That, my boy, is up to your friend! Do you plan to stay for tea? It's Roobis with a hint of lemon this time! Quite good for the nerves."
No, they didn't stay for tea.
In the end, "Kamui" finds himself more amused, perhaps, over the whole ordeal, parked in the brunet's lap, practically listening to the cogs in the beautiful machine that was Leon's mind grind, as if he could solve the problem all by himself. He fins it amusing because that's just the kind of person Leon is. Fingers a running, repeatedly, down "Kamui"'s curled form. Over and over, and he closes his eyes, just to concentrate on the man's heartbeat.
"You're a pain," Leon muttered.
And "Kamui" said nothing.
Cats can't talk.
Or kiss the way that scar crinkled in thought.
"But you came back. Guess it's alright."
That heartbeat, slowing down. Sleep. Ah, yes. This again: working himself into a tired collapse.
But "Kamui" just sits there, ignoring the urge drag himself to the couch and not the armchair, sitting on warm, worn leather, a palm resting so carefully over his curled back. Words murmured in half sleep or in half truth. Who could say? But "Kamui" knew. He always did.
Yes... perhaps it's 'alright'.
In the morning, there was really only one real question, aside from the strangeness of the say before.
Leon stared into gold eyes. "...why are you naked?"
Fandom: X/1999, KK, crossover
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Merlin has something to say. "Kamui" gets a little 'just deserts' without getting the point.
A/N: B| gd it Kai. Part of... whatever arc these are part of: Reset, And In Truth..., Restart, Reset, and White-Washed Walls, and Far Away and Dreaming. Proof that my attempts to write with Fuuma fails. Also. Crack.
"You're quite the heart breaker!"
Merlin smiles. The sort of simple, patient, old-man smile most amiable wizards. Or so "Kamui" would suppose, since he's never known one, in this lifetime. And he is a strange creature indeed. Unreadable. Different. Not unlike a blank piece of paper. Not because there wasn't anything written on it, just that it was all in invisible ink.
"What he is, Merlin," Leon began, in that tone "Kamui" knows. It's purposefully blank. The sort of blank from some of their arguments that was devoid of things to hide the irritation. Most people assumed that's just how he was. "Kamui" knows better. He knows it's just that Leon is irritated and tired all the time. Rather hilarious and sad all at once, he supposed. In the mean while, however, there were other, better things at hand, despite the fact that he was having a slight problem.
A sleek, well proportioned, quite handsome black cat was winding in figure eights between Leon's ankles, purring (a hidden sense of wanting to break something, but playing nice gets things going smoother), and generally milking the situation for all it was worth. Leon's arms folded in between the calming breath, "Is a cat."
Complete with a lavender ribbon around the neck.
As if to finish the remark a slender, furry tail twisted, turning into a considerably question mark shape, brushing his head against the back of Leon's calf.
The risk with not being more in his face, as he supposed, considering there was no where else to place vindictive blame, because the sauces of that wizards weren't fond of him. Actually. Most of the tea sets weren't. On the positive side, "Kamui" supposed, at least the sugar bowl actually gave him sugar, and not salt like everyone else.
"Dreadfully sorry about that-- you know how these things go!" Merlin said with a flutter of his wrist, sending a book to the stack. "Ah! Yes, did you air out your clock like I told you to, my boy? Has it started to work properly?"
Leon sighed, "Yes. Is there a way to fix it?"
"Well..."
"Kamui"'s tail twitched again. He wasn't pleased with being manhandled, not particularly, Leon leaning down to scoop him up off the floor, glaring right back into slitted, gold eyes. The ribbon was tugged free. Tolerable. An arm draped over the side of the arm supporting him, and he stretched, making Leon readjust to keep hold of him. Yes. Tolerable.
Merlin looked at them, tutted a moment to himself. "The spell wears off when an important lesson is learned."
"What 'lesson'?"
"That, my boy, is up to your friend! Do you plan to stay for tea? It's Roobis with a hint of lemon this time! Quite good for the nerves."
No, they didn't stay for tea.
In the end, "Kamui" finds himself more amused, perhaps, over the whole ordeal, parked in the brunet's lap, practically listening to the cogs in the beautiful machine that was Leon's mind grind, as if he could solve the problem all by himself. He fins it amusing because that's just the kind of person Leon is. Fingers a running, repeatedly, down "Kamui"'s curled form. Over and over, and he closes his eyes, just to concentrate on the man's heartbeat.
"You're a pain," Leon muttered.
And "Kamui" said nothing.
Cats can't talk.
Or kiss the way that scar crinkled in thought.
"But you came back. Guess it's alright."
That heartbeat, slowing down. Sleep. Ah, yes. This again: working himself into a tired collapse.
But "Kamui" just sits there, ignoring the urge drag himself to the couch and not the armchair, sitting on warm, worn leather, a palm resting so carefully over his curled back. Words murmured in half sleep or in half truth. Who could say? But "Kamui" knew. He always did.
Yes... perhaps it's 'alright'.
In the morning, there was really only one real question, aside from the strangeness of the say before.
Leon stared into gold eyes. "...why are you naked?"