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Title: Watermelon Seeds
Written by: thinkwell
Beta’d by: Sarit suboshiyui, Mel nyuu_kon
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Angst
Warning(s): Angst
Pairing: Golden Pair
Word Count: 1,286
Gift fic for: jubeichan
Summary: Eiji likes eating watermelons, but he doesn't like dealing with the seeds.
Watermelon Seeds
As long as Eiji could remember it was always like this. The mixture of loud slurps and careful bites. They would sit side by side, their respective pieces of watermelon disappearing rapidly into their mouths, whether through large, insatiable chomps or through controlled, calculated nibbles. Inevitably, the redhead would finish first before spitting out the seeds to the side and asking Oishi to share. And always, Oishi would oblige, breaking off part of his watermelon, and holding it out for the genki redhead.
Eiji would give the other boy a wide grin, ignoring the watermelon juices that streaked his face and soaked through the top of his shirt. Oishi would always smile back, before leaning over and brushing a stray strand of curly red hair that had fallen into his companion’s eyes before turning back to his own juicy red fruit, making sure to pick out the small black seeds and place them carefully into the growing pile beside him.
“Nya, Oishi?” questioned Eiji one day. He had long since finished not only his watermelon but the part of Oishi’s that he had asked for, the green rinds laying haphazardly on the Kikumaru front porch.
“Mmm, Yes, Eiji?”
“Why do you do that?” Eiji wiped the watermelon dribble off his chin with his sleeve.
“Do what?” Another seed found its home within the black nest.
“That!” Exclaimed the redhead, gesticulating at the heap of watermelon seeds. He frowned. To be honest, he wasn’t all too fond of them. Ever since he had swallowed one by accident at the age of six and his sister had promised him that it would plant in his belly and grow until his tummy exploded, he had developed a slight aversion for the small black kernels.
“Aah.” Oishi gave his doubles partner a small smile. “They’re for my future watermelon farm.”
“Ehh?! Oishi’s going to have a watermelon farm?! Didn’t you want to be a doctor, nya?”
“I do.” Oishi gave another smile and reached out to ruffle Eiji’s unruly locks. “But I also want to have a watermelon farm,” joked the brunette, leaning over and kissing Eiji’s cheek softly.
“Oh.” Eiji thought about that for minute, blinking in slight confusion, “Why?”
“Does Eiji like watermelons?”
“Hoi!” An effusive grin broke out on Eiji’s face.
Oishi laughed softly, leaving the answer at that, before holding out the rest of his watermelon, snickering when the other boy glanced at him wide eyed before snatching the proffered fruit and gobbling it up.
---
Five years later found the two lovers, sitting comfortably, eating watermelon on Eiji’s front porch.
Old habits die hard, and Eiji still ate his rapidly, spitting out the seeds between each chomp, before reaching for the extra slice that Oishi had prepared for him, grinning at his boyfriend in gratitude. The small black seeds once more decorated the Kikumaru porch, as Eiji chaotically spit them out in whichever direction was most convenient.
Oishi still ate his slowly, carefully taking out the seeds and putting them in the palm of his hand, before placing them in the half-filled jar that sat beside him, pausing every now and then to laugh at Eiji’s antics and his wild gesticulations as Eiji informed him- with his mouth half full, of what life was like at college for the acrobatic redhead.
Even with the extra slice prepared, Eiji still finishes before Oishi. He placed down the rinds in his usual random fashion before getting up and stretching, throwing Oishi a grin as he worked out the kinks in his arm and leg muscles from the prolonged period of sitting.
Oishi glanced at Eiji and broke off a part of his slice, holding it out to the other boy. “Nya, Oishi should finish it.” Eiji smiled at his lover’s selflessness, before hopping around and picking up the random seeds that he had spit out, while Oishi glanced at him in confusion.
Finally, after collecting all the seeds, Eiji bounded over to the brunette and sat down beside him, dumping the seeds into the jar. “Oishi~! Why do you want to own a watermelon farm if you can go buy watermelons at any time from the grocery mart?”
Oishi blinked, surprised that the redhead still remembered the watermelon farm that they had discussed so long ago, before the surprise melted into a mellow smile. “It’s so even when, I’m not here to buy watermelons, Eiji can get them from the farm himself,” the older boy teased, making fun of Eiji’s dislike of going to the mart- the wait at the cash register proving to be too much for the impatient boy each and every time.
“HEY! I can so get watermelons by myself!” Eiji mock glared, punching Oishi lightly in the arm. “I’m not that bad! It’s just those cashier ladies are so slow! And they can’t add properly sometimes! Hey-! Don’t laugh, there was that one time that she pressed a 3 instead of a 1…”
Laughing, Oishi took another careful bite of his watermelon, spitting out the seed carefully into the jar. Really, his boyfriend was too much sometimes. Leaning in, he kissed Eiji softly, placing the unfinished watermelon slice into the redhead’s lap.
“And then- mmpf!”
“Finish your watermelon.” Oishi smirked, standing up and brushing his hands off on his pants.
“Wai!” Laughed Eiji, chomping down on the last few bits with reckless abandon, seeds flying everywhere, before carefully placing the discarded seeds back into the jar. “Besides, Oishi,” he commented, getting up again and pressing against his boyfriend’s back, arms curling around the taller boy in a loose hug. “You’re never going to leave me alone, nya! We’re inseparable!”
---
Five years later found Eiji alone, eating a watermelon, standing in front of a granite tombstone, the sun setting ominously in the background. He eats it quickly, not bothering to wipe away his tears, as they intermingle with the watermelon juice. A single jar, filled to the brim of watermelon seeds sits comfortably beside him, as he glares angrily at the tombstone, spitting the seeds carelessly about the gravesite. Finally, the tears become too much for him and he lets the watermelon, half finished fall from his lips.
“OISHI!” the redhead screams, toppling to his knees. “Tell me to pick these up… Oh god.. tell me to pick these up…” He shuffles towards the small headstone, picking up the jar of watermelon seeds and cradling them in his arms, crying. The half-eaten slice of watermelon lay forgotten on the ground.
“Tell me…”
“Syuichiroh…”
“TAKE YOUR WATERMELON SEEDS!” he screams, flinging the jar of seeds at the granite, ignoring the shards of pain that rip through his body as the glass shatters and ricochets, cutting into his arms and thighs.
“Just… come back. I… Come back…”
He lays there, completely prone as time passes, ignoring the pale moonlight as it flies overhead, reflecting luminously off the tombstone and hitting the broken glass, sending a flutter of beauty to crystal blue eyes, dried out from tears.
“O..i…shi…” he whispers, shifting slightly, getting up, wincing as the pain finally hits home. He crawls around on his hands and knees, picking up the scattered seeds and placing them delicately in his pocket.
“I’m going to grow your farm…” he murmurs softly, “…and you better come back to see it.”
---
Five years later, the sun set quietly on Oishi’s grave, the brilliant beams of light diffusing into a prism of color as it hit a large jar of watermelon seeds, sitting quaintly on the rock, a piece of notebook paper haphazardly taped on the lid.
Upon the notebook paper, a hasty scrawl read:
Oishi- Sometimes, I can’t go and buy watermelons for you either, nya!
Love,
Eiji
Here it is luv, Waaaaaaaay overdue. <3
Written by: thinkwell
Beta’d by: Sarit suboshiyui, Mel nyuu_kon
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Angst
Warning(s): Angst
Pairing: Golden Pair
Word Count: 1,286
Gift fic for: jubeichan
Summary: Eiji likes eating watermelons, but he doesn't like dealing with the seeds.
Watermelon Seeds
As long as Eiji could remember it was always like this. The mixture of loud slurps and careful bites. They would sit side by side, their respective pieces of watermelon disappearing rapidly into their mouths, whether through large, insatiable chomps or through controlled, calculated nibbles. Inevitably, the redhead would finish first before spitting out the seeds to the side and asking Oishi to share. And always, Oishi would oblige, breaking off part of his watermelon, and holding it out for the genki redhead.
Eiji would give the other boy a wide grin, ignoring the watermelon juices that streaked his face and soaked through the top of his shirt. Oishi would always smile back, before leaning over and brushing a stray strand of curly red hair that had fallen into his companion’s eyes before turning back to his own juicy red fruit, making sure to pick out the small black seeds and place them carefully into the growing pile beside him.
“Nya, Oishi?” questioned Eiji one day. He had long since finished not only his watermelon but the part of Oishi’s that he had asked for, the green rinds laying haphazardly on the Kikumaru front porch.
“Mmm, Yes, Eiji?”
“Why do you do that?” Eiji wiped the watermelon dribble off his chin with his sleeve.
“Do what?” Another seed found its home within the black nest.
“That!” Exclaimed the redhead, gesticulating at the heap of watermelon seeds. He frowned. To be honest, he wasn’t all too fond of them. Ever since he had swallowed one by accident at the age of six and his sister had promised him that it would plant in his belly and grow until his tummy exploded, he had developed a slight aversion for the small black kernels.
“Aah.” Oishi gave his doubles partner a small smile. “They’re for my future watermelon farm.”
“Ehh?! Oishi’s going to have a watermelon farm?! Didn’t you want to be a doctor, nya?”
“I do.” Oishi gave another smile and reached out to ruffle Eiji’s unruly locks. “But I also want to have a watermelon farm,” joked the brunette, leaning over and kissing Eiji’s cheek softly.
“Oh.” Eiji thought about that for minute, blinking in slight confusion, “Why?”
“Does Eiji like watermelons?”
“Hoi!” An effusive grin broke out on Eiji’s face.
Oishi laughed softly, leaving the answer at that, before holding out the rest of his watermelon, snickering when the other boy glanced at him wide eyed before snatching the proffered fruit and gobbling it up.
---
Five years later found the two lovers, sitting comfortably, eating watermelon on Eiji’s front porch.
Old habits die hard, and Eiji still ate his rapidly, spitting out the seeds between each chomp, before reaching for the extra slice that Oishi had prepared for him, grinning at his boyfriend in gratitude. The small black seeds once more decorated the Kikumaru porch, as Eiji chaotically spit them out in whichever direction was most convenient.
Oishi still ate his slowly, carefully taking out the seeds and putting them in the palm of his hand, before placing them in the half-filled jar that sat beside him, pausing every now and then to laugh at Eiji’s antics and his wild gesticulations as Eiji informed him- with his mouth half full, of what life was like at college for the acrobatic redhead.
Even with the extra slice prepared, Eiji still finishes before Oishi. He placed down the rinds in his usual random fashion before getting up and stretching, throwing Oishi a grin as he worked out the kinks in his arm and leg muscles from the prolonged period of sitting.
Oishi glanced at Eiji and broke off a part of his slice, holding it out to the other boy. “Nya, Oishi should finish it.” Eiji smiled at his lover’s selflessness, before hopping around and picking up the random seeds that he had spit out, while Oishi glanced at him in confusion.
Finally, after collecting all the seeds, Eiji bounded over to the brunette and sat down beside him, dumping the seeds into the jar. “Oishi~! Why do you want to own a watermelon farm if you can go buy watermelons at any time from the grocery mart?”
Oishi blinked, surprised that the redhead still remembered the watermelon farm that they had discussed so long ago, before the surprise melted into a mellow smile. “It’s so even when, I’m not here to buy watermelons, Eiji can get them from the farm himself,” the older boy teased, making fun of Eiji’s dislike of going to the mart- the wait at the cash register proving to be too much for the impatient boy each and every time.
“HEY! I can so get watermelons by myself!” Eiji mock glared, punching Oishi lightly in the arm. “I’m not that bad! It’s just those cashier ladies are so slow! And they can’t add properly sometimes! Hey-! Don’t laugh, there was that one time that she pressed a 3 instead of a 1…”
Laughing, Oishi took another careful bite of his watermelon, spitting out the seed carefully into the jar. Really, his boyfriend was too much sometimes. Leaning in, he kissed Eiji softly, placing the unfinished watermelon slice into the redhead’s lap.
“And then- mmpf!”
“Finish your watermelon.” Oishi smirked, standing up and brushing his hands off on his pants.
“Wai!” Laughed Eiji, chomping down on the last few bits with reckless abandon, seeds flying everywhere, before carefully placing the discarded seeds back into the jar. “Besides, Oishi,” he commented, getting up again and pressing against his boyfriend’s back, arms curling around the taller boy in a loose hug. “You’re never going to leave me alone, nya! We’re inseparable!”
---
Five years later found Eiji alone, eating a watermelon, standing in front of a granite tombstone, the sun setting ominously in the background. He eats it quickly, not bothering to wipe away his tears, as they intermingle with the watermelon juice. A single jar, filled to the brim of watermelon seeds sits comfortably beside him, as he glares angrily at the tombstone, spitting the seeds carelessly about the gravesite. Finally, the tears become too much for him and he lets the watermelon, half finished fall from his lips.
“OISHI!” the redhead screams, toppling to his knees. “Tell me to pick these up… Oh god.. tell me to pick these up…” He shuffles towards the small headstone, picking up the jar of watermelon seeds and cradling them in his arms, crying. The half-eaten slice of watermelon lay forgotten on the ground.
“Tell me…”
“Syuichiroh…”
“TAKE YOUR WATERMELON SEEDS!” he screams, flinging the jar of seeds at the granite, ignoring the shards of pain that rip through his body as the glass shatters and ricochets, cutting into his arms and thighs.
“Just… come back. I… Come back…”
He lays there, completely prone as time passes, ignoring the pale moonlight as it flies overhead, reflecting luminously off the tombstone and hitting the broken glass, sending a flutter of beauty to crystal blue eyes, dried out from tears.
“O..i…shi…” he whispers, shifting slightly, getting up, wincing as the pain finally hits home. He crawls around on his hands and knees, picking up the scattered seeds and placing them delicately in his pocket.
“I’m going to grow your farm…” he murmurs softly, “…and you better come back to see it.”
---
Five years later, the sun set quietly on Oishi’s grave, the brilliant beams of light diffusing into a prism of color as it hit a large jar of watermelon seeds, sitting quaintly on the rock, a piece of notebook paper haphazardly taped on the lid.
Upon the notebook paper, a hasty scrawl read:
Oishi- Sometimes, I can’t go and buy watermelons for you either, nya!
Love,
Eiji
Here it is luv, Waaaaaaaay overdue. <3