[X] 100 Fubaru Themes (012 & 013)
Two drabbles this time. 012 was rather refreshing to write, though it was useless filler space, it seemed. 013 seemed to drag out forever when it was originally planned to be light and quick; it's an important drabble in the series, though. Hmm, there seem to be a few cornerstones planned out with the rest of it being just filler crap. ...Kind of like life.
Huh.
X/1999 // Fuuma/Subaru
100 Fubaru Themes:
012: Vacuum cleaner
At the end of every day, Subaru felt so tired...tired of thinking, tired of working, tired of being. He was tired of wondering about so many things: his current and future relationship (and what that consisted of) with Fuuma, his past relationship (and what that was) with Seishirou, the end of the world, his Clan and duties... It was all too much for him, and sometimes he felt like he couldn't take it anymore, especially the recent silence between Fuuma and him. Still, it was better than his life in the past. It was almost like he actually had a stab at happiness this time.
If only.
He once tried to tempt himself into starting a relationship with the clerk at the convenience store where he bought his cigarettes who had expressed interest on more than one occasion, but found himself unable to do so for lack of any real interest.
There were already enough men living rent free in his head, he didn't need one more.
One night, exhausted from living, he almost called Fuuma in the basement of the metropolitan building to leave a voicemail message saying something along the lines of, "Call me. I miss talking with you," but it wouldn't have worked out. For one, he risked the possibility of Fuuma answering the call and having to talk to him personally, and then it he would have ended up leaving a desperate and embarrassing message...as usual. There was a reason he rarely called people and furthermore left messages. And then there was the primary reason why he never left such a message: it was too much effort.
Silence was supposed to be effortless, was it not? Then why did it steal so much energy from him? he wondered.
Perhaps it was for the best, he eventually figured with some degree of futility. He barely had enough energy to think or keep up a conversation, so how could he ever hope to maintain a relationship (friendly or otherwise)?
Maybe when a charming and thoughtful man came to sweep him off his feet with a dazzling kiss he'd buy an energy drink.
013: Kiss
Satsuki played with electrical signals from afar with BEAST, making pagers act unusually as Yuuto flirted with the cleaning lady in his residential building. No one really knew where Kusanagi was as usual, but Kanoe read a romance novel in her quarters under an unusually warm light.
Subaru had been talking with Satsuki not too long ago, but then they abandoned each other so she could indulge in the electronic world and he could indulge in tea. Peppermint it was and he stirred it around endlessly with a spoon, the side of his face resting against his palm as his mind wandered.
To him it felt like a lot of things had happened recently. He had been trying to find a way to cope with Seishirou's sudden departure from his life and the feelings he had that went along with the man when it seemed that all of a sudden Fuuma came along and offered a fresh new world of opportunities and desires. They were the same to him in ways, but then they weren't. Sometimes he wanted to be loved by them even though he didn't think it possible or at all realistic, and sometimes he wanted to be free of constantly wanting a companion like that. He wanted to be like that with them, and sometimes he didn't. And then sometimes he just wished they would kiss him, with or without their hearts attached.
Yes, his life had definitely taken a strange turn, especially with the most recent development. Subaru wasn't sure what he had done to offend Fuuma so the night Nataku died, but the two were having the utmost difficulty in talking. He would respect his distance, yes, but he was never sure of how distant the distance was. Was this a temporary thing, or were they never going to speak again? Such thoughts plagued his mind as he stirred peppermint. The tea was very welcome on his lips afterwards.
...When you kissed, speaking wasn't a necessity, was it? No, he didn't think so. Lips could just move against lips, tongues against tongues, and the only thoughts you had were of where you were and what you were going to do next. Talking it out was only optional, and didn't actions speak louder than words?
"That would be nice," Subaru murmured to himself, disguised as a sigh. Instead of talking, simply...kissing. Yes, that's what he wished to do at the moment.
Left alone to his thoughts, he sat there, drinking tea and thinking and then drinking again, refilling his cup when it was empty, and thinking some more, until he heard footsteps in the hall. Fuuma eventually entered the room, pausing for a moment, and then wordlessly helped himself to tea as he sat himself at a small table opposite Subaru. The silence that reigned supreme throughout the room from the moment he crossed the threshhold grew increasingly more awkward and unbearable every passing second. Fuuma considered himself, Subaru, and their situation as he mulled over something in his head, all the while giving the onmyouji the most quizzical of looks. Subaru was about to sin and break the long-running silence by asking "what?", but Fuuma did it for him.
"People...have the strangest of wishes sometimes," he murmured to Subaru, though it really seemed like he was just talking to himself, as he leaned forward over the table in a rather fluid motion and pressed his lips against Subaru's. Subaru's eyes flashed wide, though he made no effort to disengage or react at all. His heartbeat, however, sped up considerably.
The kiss, while seeming like a snapshot of forever, only lasted a few seconds, and Fuuma pulled away, back into his seat, after that without a hint that anything unusual had transpired. Subaru, though, was obviously flustered.
"You know," he managed as his characteristic blush, something that never changed throughout the years, threatened to consume his being. He tried a poker face, like Fuuma's, acting as if nothing had ever happened, but it just didn't work with the widespread blush considered. "...You could have just said 'hi'."
"I know," Fuuma replied simply, "But that was a wish you had, wasn't it?"
That certainly didn't help the state of things, as far as Subaru was concerned. "I suppose it was a wish...an old, general wish, yes, I suppose. I mean, I guess."
"No, it was a rather recent and specific wish I saw. You wished me to kiss you." Fuuma's lips twitched rather cruelly as he enjoyed picking apart reality for Subaru. He hid this behind a teacup, however. "And I make it my business to grant wishes when I see them."
"Well."
"Well indeed."
"...It was what it was, I guess," Subaru murmured in a sort of concession as he drank peppermint tea.
"Was it? As in, anything else to that specific wish of yours?"
Subaru made a face and lied, "No."
Huh.
X/1999 // Fuuma/Subaru
100 Fubaru Themes:
012: Vacuum cleaner
At the end of every day, Subaru felt so tired...tired of thinking, tired of working, tired of being. He was tired of wondering about so many things: his current and future relationship (and what that consisted of) with Fuuma, his past relationship (and what that was) with Seishirou, the end of the world, his Clan and duties... It was all too much for him, and sometimes he felt like he couldn't take it anymore, especially the recent silence between Fuuma and him. Still, it was better than his life in the past. It was almost like he actually had a stab at happiness this time.
If only.
He once tried to tempt himself into starting a relationship with the clerk at the convenience store where he bought his cigarettes who had expressed interest on more than one occasion, but found himself unable to do so for lack of any real interest.
There were already enough men living rent free in his head, he didn't need one more.
One night, exhausted from living, he almost called Fuuma in the basement of the metropolitan building to leave a voicemail message saying something along the lines of, "Call me. I miss talking with you," but it wouldn't have worked out. For one, he risked the possibility of Fuuma answering the call and having to talk to him personally, and then it he would have ended up leaving a desperate and embarrassing message...as usual. There was a reason he rarely called people and furthermore left messages. And then there was the primary reason why he never left such a message: it was too much effort.
Silence was supposed to be effortless, was it not? Then why did it steal so much energy from him? he wondered.
Perhaps it was for the best, he eventually figured with some degree of futility. He barely had enough energy to think or keep up a conversation, so how could he ever hope to maintain a relationship (friendly or otherwise)?
Maybe when a charming and thoughtful man came to sweep him off his feet with a dazzling kiss he'd buy an energy drink.
013: Kiss
Satsuki played with electrical signals from afar with BEAST, making pagers act unusually as Yuuto flirted with the cleaning lady in his residential building. No one really knew where Kusanagi was as usual, but Kanoe read a romance novel in her quarters under an unusually warm light.
Subaru had been talking with Satsuki not too long ago, but then they abandoned each other so she could indulge in the electronic world and he could indulge in tea. Peppermint it was and he stirred it around endlessly with a spoon, the side of his face resting against his palm as his mind wandered.
To him it felt like a lot of things had happened recently. He had been trying to find a way to cope with Seishirou's sudden departure from his life and the feelings he had that went along with the man when it seemed that all of a sudden Fuuma came along and offered a fresh new world of opportunities and desires. They were the same to him in ways, but then they weren't. Sometimes he wanted to be loved by them even though he didn't think it possible or at all realistic, and sometimes he wanted to be free of constantly wanting a companion like that. He wanted to be like that with them, and sometimes he didn't. And then sometimes he just wished they would kiss him, with or without their hearts attached.
Yes, his life had definitely taken a strange turn, especially with the most recent development. Subaru wasn't sure what he had done to offend Fuuma so the night Nataku died, but the two were having the utmost difficulty in talking. He would respect his distance, yes, but he was never sure of how distant the distance was. Was this a temporary thing, or were they never going to speak again? Such thoughts plagued his mind as he stirred peppermint. The tea was very welcome on his lips afterwards.
...When you kissed, speaking wasn't a necessity, was it? No, he didn't think so. Lips could just move against lips, tongues against tongues, and the only thoughts you had were of where you were and what you were going to do next. Talking it out was only optional, and didn't actions speak louder than words?
"That would be nice," Subaru murmured to himself, disguised as a sigh. Instead of talking, simply...kissing. Yes, that's what he wished to do at the moment.
Left alone to his thoughts, he sat there, drinking tea and thinking and then drinking again, refilling his cup when it was empty, and thinking some more, until he heard footsteps in the hall. Fuuma eventually entered the room, pausing for a moment, and then wordlessly helped himself to tea as he sat himself at a small table opposite Subaru. The silence that reigned supreme throughout the room from the moment he crossed the threshhold grew increasingly more awkward and unbearable every passing second. Fuuma considered himself, Subaru, and their situation as he mulled over something in his head, all the while giving the onmyouji the most quizzical of looks. Subaru was about to sin and break the long-running silence by asking "what?", but Fuuma did it for him.
"People...have the strangest of wishes sometimes," he murmured to Subaru, though it really seemed like he was just talking to himself, as he leaned forward over the table in a rather fluid motion and pressed his lips against Subaru's. Subaru's eyes flashed wide, though he made no effort to disengage or react at all. His heartbeat, however, sped up considerably.
The kiss, while seeming like a snapshot of forever, only lasted a few seconds, and Fuuma pulled away, back into his seat, after that without a hint that anything unusual had transpired. Subaru, though, was obviously flustered.
"You know," he managed as his characteristic blush, something that never changed throughout the years, threatened to consume his being. He tried a poker face, like Fuuma's, acting as if nothing had ever happened, but it just didn't work with the widespread blush considered. "...You could have just said 'hi'."
"I know," Fuuma replied simply, "But that was a wish you had, wasn't it?"
That certainly didn't help the state of things, as far as Subaru was concerned. "I suppose it was a wish...an old, general wish, yes, I suppose. I mean, I guess."
"No, it was a rather recent and specific wish I saw. You wished me to kiss you." Fuuma's lips twitched rather cruelly as he enjoyed picking apart reality for Subaru. He hid this behind a teacup, however. "And I make it my business to grant wishes when I see them."
"Well."
"Well indeed."
"...It was what it was, I guess," Subaru murmured in a sort of concession as he drank peppermint tea.
"Was it? As in, anything else to that specific wish of yours?"
Subaru made a face and lied, "No."