Note to Secret Santa
Dear Secret Santa~
I've been AWESOMELY BEHAVED this year. Here's a partial list of my favorite canons:
I've been AWESOMELY BEHAVED this year. Here's a partial list of my favorite canons:
- Air Gear
- The Sandman
- Nabari no Ou
- Prince of Tennis
- Hunter x Hunter
- Death Note
- Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
- Mushishi
- Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni
- Rurouni Kenshin
- Hikaru no Go
- Elfen Lied
- Fruits Basket
- Fullmetal Alchemist
But for Yoi-te and Miharu, it's different. Brats like them . . . heh. He'd put up with a lot more than this if it made them smile, if only for a little bit. He realizes he's staring, though, and flops down on his bed nearby, rubbing the back of his neck. It's dinnertime already, but waking them up seems like he'd be walking in on something he's not meant to see, so . . .
He can't quite bring himself to do it, so he pulls his gun, cleaning it on the edge of one sleeve. Miharu makes a noise in his sleep, so he glances over again. To think that Yoi-te, who's usually so adverse to touching at all, who hates being close to people, who doesn't go out without being dressed head to toe . . . The two of them are tangled together, Miharu's head resting on Yoi-te's shoulder, Yoi-te's arms wrapped protectively around him
These kids . . . to be pulled into a situation like this. He feels a sharp pang in his chest and swears under his breath, shoving his gun back into its holster. "Goddamn camp food . . ." he mutters, swinging his legs off the side of the bed again. He needs a drink. Something strong.
Shit like this . . . it never ends well. And with Yoi-te's condition, and the Shinrabanshou . . . what the hell is somebody like him to do? What can anybody do? These kids'll be so screwed over in the end, even though right now they look so damn content. It almost makes it worse.
He pauses at the end of their bed and rubs the back of his neck. Socks wakes up from where he was sleeping on the comforter, looking up at him with sleepy, blinking eyes. "Tch . . ." he mutters, then holds out a hand, letting the cat sniff. "And he's got you, too . . ."
"Yukimi-san."
Yukimi starts, jerking his head back and staring at the cat. After a moment, he jerks his head up to Miharu, who's looking at him with his green eyes bright and alert, arm still draped possessively over Yoi-te's chest. ". . . yo," he says, forcing a grin. "Did I wake you? Your cat was all . . . you know."
Miharu stares at him until it becomes uncomfortable, then closes his eyes again, shrugging. "It doesn't matter," he says.
"Ah . . ." Yukimi stalls, taking a step backwards and glancing away. "Yeah, so I'll go. You two get some sleep." He turns away.
". . . I'll do everything," says Miharu, unexpectedly. "For him. To keep him safe. I'm not going to let this end . . . this. Yoi-te . . . and us."
". . . eh?" Yukimi looks back. Miharu already has his eyes closed again, and is pulling the blankets further up around them. It's almost like he didn't say anything at all; that Yukimi imagined him even waking up. But . . .
"You've found it too, haven't you, Yukimi-san?" Miharu murmurs softly. "Something . . . somebody to . . ."
He trails off, and his breathing slowly becomes even, soft. At the foot of the bed, Socks turns in a slow circle, tucking his nose under one white paw.
". . . I know that, brat," Yukimi says anyway, looking away. "Sure, I know."
Life's hard enough without living for somebody who wants to die. It's a damn pain. The way things had turned out . . . "Tch." But maybe the brat was right. Or, well. Maybe Yukimi could trust him to do his best-for what it was worth. And he'd just have to do the same; his best, right? To do what he could do for those two brats and their fragile hearts.
He'd pick up some more lemons at the Mess Hall. And maybe something sweet. And Miharu seemed to eat more when his food was crunchy, so . . .
Muttering to himself Yukimi shuts the door quietly behind him, making sure the latch falls down as softly as possible. Back in bed, Miharu's eyes half-open, a tiny smile turning up the corner of his lips. He shifts a little closer to Yoi-te, tangling his fingers in the fabric just over Yoi-te's heart, and drifts back to sleep. For now, at least, it's alright.
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