Sweet as Sugar - Chapter 5
Chapter: 5
Pairing(s): Kyo x Ryouhei
Band(s): Dir en grey & Megamasso
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Ryouhei is a young, carefree bakery delivery boy that wants to own his own shop. Kyo is a mature, serious business man that abides by a strict schedule. What will happen when these opposites cross paths?
Author's Notes: Here is the next part to an usual requests by my good friend lieburied. Hope I'm doing good so far!
The bell above the door chimed as a customer entered the bakery. It had been a slow day and the manager distracted himself with a magazine. He looked at the approaching customer, tucked the magazine away quickly, and stood up with a smile.
“Good afternoon, sir! How may I help you?” the manager asked.
“Is Ryouhei here?” the man asked.
“Um…” the manager glanced back at the brunette in the kitchen area, then answered, “Yes, he is. Do you have a complaint about one of our deliveries?”
“No. May I speak with him?” he requested.
The bakery manager nodded, excused himself, and went back in the kitchen. He called Ryouhei up and told him there was someone at the counter waiting for him. He followed the brunette out as he removed the mask from his face.
“Kyo-san...” he smiled, “What brings you here?”
“I want to request a small cake from you, but…” Kyo paused and examined the younger man’s face. “Ryouhei-chan, you look awful,” he commented softly, observing his puffy eyes and pale cheeks.
“Oh, I just have a little cold. No big deal,” the brunette said and picked up a pen and pad. “So, what can I get for you?” he asked with a smile.
Kyo reached over and put the back of his hand on the other’s forehead, murmuring, “You’re warm.”
“I’m fine. I promise,” he said, carefully removing the other’s hand. “Tell me your order.”
“You’re going home,” Kyo said firmly, moving the order pad and pen away from the delivery boy. He grabbed his hand and dragged him to the back. “Let’s get your things and I’ll take you home.”
“You can’t just take my delivery boy out the shop,” the manager protested, following them immediately, “He’s still on the clock.”
“Well, I’m taking him home. He already has a mild fever,” Kyo replied, watching the younger man gather his things hesitantly as he partially listened to the conversation between Kyo and his manager. He took Ryouhei’s bag, put it on his shoulder, and headed toward the front door.
“You have no right to take my employee away while he’s on duty,” the manager said firmly, stopping in front of the counter.
“And you have no right to let your ‘employee’ work when they’re sick. Unless…you want him to pass out back there or get your customers sick as well,” Kyo scoffed, “Some kind of manager you are.”
The manager was stunned and opened his mouth to defend himself, but ended up watching the blonde carry his worker out the door.
“K-kyo-san...you really didn’t have to do that. I could’ve stayed longer,” Ryouhei said softly, sniffing a bit.
“Don’t be such a pushover. You deserve better than that and I don’t want you to get worse,” Kyo murmured, heading up to the other’s apartment. “Do you have your key out?” he asked, pausing at the door. He allowed Ryouhei to unlock the door, opened it up, and slipped his shoes off, carrying the brunette to his bed.
Kyo took the young man’s shoes off, pulled the covers over him, and said, “I’ll make you some soup while you relax.”
“But...” Ryouhei sighed as the man left the bedroom. He pouted a little and buried himself under the blankets, sneezing cutely as he waited.
The older man raided Ryouhei’s cozy kitchen and began preparing the soup he promised. He sighed softly to himself, thinking about what recently happened in the bakery with Ryouhei’s boss. He groaned, shook his head, and took down a bowl, putting some soup in it. He carefully carried the soup back to the bedroom and began saying, “Ryouhei, I brought you…” He paused as he looked up at the younger man sleeping peacefully.
He smiled a little to himself, put the soup aside, and sat on a nearby chair in the room. He quietly watched the other sleep and settled in his seat. He sighed softly, closed his eyes, and suddenly drifted off to sleep himself.
Pairing(s): Kyo x Ryouhei
Band(s): Dir en grey & Megamasso
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Ryouhei is a young, carefree bakery delivery boy that wants to own his own shop. Kyo is a mature, serious business man that abides by a strict schedule. What will happen when these opposites cross paths?
Author's Notes: Here is the next part to an usual requests by my good friend lieburied. Hope I'm doing good so far!
The bell above the door chimed as a customer entered the bakery. It had been a slow day and the manager distracted himself with a magazine. He looked at the approaching customer, tucked the magazine away quickly, and stood up with a smile.
“Good afternoon, sir! How may I help you?” the manager asked.
“Is Ryouhei here?” the man asked.
“Um…” the manager glanced back at the brunette in the kitchen area, then answered, “Yes, he is. Do you have a complaint about one of our deliveries?”
“No. May I speak with him?” he requested.
The bakery manager nodded, excused himself, and went back in the kitchen. He called Ryouhei up and told him there was someone at the counter waiting for him. He followed the brunette out as he removed the mask from his face.
“Kyo-san...” he smiled, “What brings you here?”
“I want to request a small cake from you, but…” Kyo paused and examined the younger man’s face. “Ryouhei-chan, you look awful,” he commented softly, observing his puffy eyes and pale cheeks.
“Oh, I just have a little cold. No big deal,” the brunette said and picked up a pen and pad. “So, what can I get for you?” he asked with a smile.
Kyo reached over and put the back of his hand on the other’s forehead, murmuring, “You’re warm.”
“I’m fine. I promise,” he said, carefully removing the other’s hand. “Tell me your order.”
“You’re going home,” Kyo said firmly, moving the order pad and pen away from the delivery boy. He grabbed his hand and dragged him to the back. “Let’s get your things and I’ll take you home.”
“You can’t just take my delivery boy out the shop,” the manager protested, following them immediately, “He’s still on the clock.”
“Well, I’m taking him home. He already has a mild fever,” Kyo replied, watching the younger man gather his things hesitantly as he partially listened to the conversation between Kyo and his manager. He took Ryouhei’s bag, put it on his shoulder, and headed toward the front door.
“You have no right to take my employee away while he’s on duty,” the manager said firmly, stopping in front of the counter.
“And you have no right to let your ‘employee’ work when they’re sick. Unless…you want him to pass out back there or get your customers sick as well,” Kyo scoffed, “Some kind of manager you are.”
The manager was stunned and opened his mouth to defend himself, but ended up watching the blonde carry his worker out the door.
“K-kyo-san...you really didn’t have to do that. I could’ve stayed longer,” Ryouhei said softly, sniffing a bit.
“Don’t be such a pushover. You deserve better than that and I don’t want you to get worse,” Kyo murmured, heading up to the other’s apartment. “Do you have your key out?” he asked, pausing at the door. He allowed Ryouhei to unlock the door, opened it up, and slipped his shoes off, carrying the brunette to his bed.
Kyo took the young man’s shoes off, pulled the covers over him, and said, “I’ll make you some soup while you relax.”
“But...” Ryouhei sighed as the man left the bedroom. He pouted a little and buried himself under the blankets, sneezing cutely as he waited.
The older man raided Ryouhei’s cozy kitchen and began preparing the soup he promised. He sighed softly to himself, thinking about what recently happened in the bakery with Ryouhei’s boss. He groaned, shook his head, and took down a bowl, putting some soup in it. He carefully carried the soup back to the bedroom and began saying, “Ryouhei, I brought you…” He paused as he looked up at the younger man sleeping peacefully.
He smiled a little to himself, put the soup aside, and sat on a nearby chair in the room. He quietly watched the other sleep and settled in his seat. He sighed softly, closed his eyes, and suddenly drifted off to sleep himself.