Nomen Nescio: Chapter 4
Title: Nomen Nescio
Chapter: 4/13
Author: yuki_scorpio
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Romance
Warning: None
Characters: Yukimura, Yamato, Sanada, Sengoku, Tezuka and a cameo by Shiraishi
Summary: One night, a man with wings fell onto Yukimura's balcony...
Previous Chapters: Here
Nomen Nescio
Chapter 4
"Sengoku-kun has the love of a doctor."
That was Yamato's answer to Yukimura's question. Yukimura asked him to elaborate.
"Angels," Yamato began as he washed dishes in warm soapy water, his movement making the chore look almost enjoyable, "can get hurt but are pretty much indestructible. There is no need for doctors of any kind, because we heal by ourselves. Sengoku-kun merely helped speed up the process."
"Because he has 'the love of a doctor'?"
"Yes. A doctor's love and care for his patient. A desire to cure the sick and injured, even if it's someone he's meeting for the first time. I did tell you that we feed on love?" Another tea-stained cup was dunked into water.
But what was that supposed to mean? Couldn't Yukimura have helped Yamato himself, then? If it wasn't romantic love angels needed, then surely Yukimura could have helped, too.
The question didn't manage to leave Yukimura's lips. It sounded too accusing. "How about your wings? Could they get better that way?"
The angel paused for a while, considering his answer. "They are a bit different. The wings are a lot more fragile than the rest of us, since we weren't born with them. Given time, though, they should be all right."
Yukimura sat forward a bit. "What do you mean, you weren't born with wings?"
Speaking of which, where did angels come from? Were they created directly by God or were they born from other angels?
Yamato didn't seem to have heard the question. "All done!" He said with a triumphant grin, but his face dropped when Yukimura lifted one of the mugs on the draining board and pointed at the stains still inside.
"Please wash these again more diligently, Yamato-san. After you finish, please go and buy some groceries." Yukimura pointed at a list stuck to the fridge.
"You are so harsh," the intelligent Yamato was gone the moment the angel pouted.
"You said you would do my chores."
"Yes but-"
"No 'buts', Yamato-san. You said you didn't need to eat, but you ate a lot over the last week. Earn your keep."
Disgruntled, Yamato turned the tap back on and washed the mug again. "But I don't know how to get to the market."
"You must have flown over it before."
"But everything's different on ground level. I'm not used to walking."
Yukimura ignored the whining. Now that he was quite sure Yamato wasn't going to up and leave, he was happy to use the services the angel promised. There was something rather satisfying with being able to boss around a divine being (and Yamato even confirmed that he was entitled to do so and he would not go to Hell for it.)
"You won't ever find a new boyfriend if you keep treating people like this."
"I don't need a new boyfriend."
They stared at each other for a few seconds, then the human hopped off his chair and left the kitchen. "Make sure you get everything on the list, Yamato-san."
The cold didn't bother the angel at all, who stepped out of the building in his long-sleeved t-shirt and trousers when everyone else on the streets were wrapped in large coats and scarves. He turned left, down the small slope where all the second-hand and cheap antique shops were, heading towards the market. He knew where it was, but it would have been so much better if Yukimura came as well. Holing himself up at home at the weekend was not doing Yukimura very much good.
"Oi, Yamato!" Sengoku was on the other side of the street. He waited for a car to pass before crossing. "Going shopping?" He pointed at Yamato's basket. "Yukimura's really using you where he can, huh?"
Yamato smiled and shrugged, totally nonchalant.
"How about I go shop with you, then you come have tea with me? Two's company."
Two was company. Yamato agreed.
Sengoku was happy to pay, so Yamato was happy with sitting down together at a coffee shop not too far from home. Sengoku asked for a white chocolate mocha and a muffin (he hadn't yet had his daily sugar-fix, he said) and Yamato ordered tea.
"So, is Yukimura all right? I haven't really talked to him since last week." When Yamato didn't seem like he had an answer, Sengoku continued, "Grief's a weird thing, huh?"
"It's saddening." Their food and drinks arrived at lightning speed. Yamato poured milk into the tea but passed on the sugar. "Yukimura-kun needs to move on."
"He really, you know, loved Sanada. Perhaps even more than I did." Sengoku said, "I knew Sanada first, and had my eyes on him, but then I introduced them and..."
"You were fine with that?"
"It's nothing to do with being fine with it or not, I think? I could say Yukimura stole him from me but... he wasn't mine to begin with. He didn't choose me, that was all. For a while, he was always like, 'I'm so sorry' until I told him to stop being sorry about it and shut the hell up because it was nobody's fault." Despite his words, Sengoku had the look of a man who suffered great loss. "Anyway, I tried getting Yukimura to come out with me, hang out at places and stuff, but he really isn't keen on meeting new people."
"You care about Yukimura-kun a lot." Yamato remarked, his cup of tea against his lips.
"Well, he is still my friend and neighbour." Sengoku offered a bit of muffin to Yamato. Yamato tried some and decided Yukimura's ones were a lot better. "And I just think if Sanada ever saw him like this, he wouldn't be happy. Right?"
"Yes. I think you're right."
The sky darkened early because of winter, and by the time they got home, it felt like it was very late already. They stood at their doors and Sengoku spent some time fishing out keys from his pockets that seemed to be connected to another dimension, for he pulled out an astonishing amount of items from them before finally locating the keys.
"Sengoku-kun," Yamato said as Sengoku opened his door, "you're a great person. I think Sanada-kun must have liked you."
Sengoku froze, then dipped his head and smiled a bit. "Thanks." He looked up again. "So, later tonight?"
"Yes, see you later."
Yukimura was sitting on the sofa, arms crossed and looking unimpressed when the angel let himself back into the apartment. "That took you long."
"I got lost. I told you I would." Yukimura was going to say something else, but Yamato carried on, "anyway, I bumped into Sengoku-kun on the way back. He's meeting up with some friends for dinner and asked us to join."
"Not again," Yukimura sighed. He really didn't want to be, but he was getting very annoyed by Sengoku's efforts. "I'm not interested."
"Oh, but I already agreed. We have just enough time to get ready." Leaving his basket of shopping by the door, Yamato strode into Yukimura's room purposefully, and opened the wardrobe. "I think it'll be fun. Come on, get changed. I think a sophisticated look would work on you-"
Yukimura slammed the wardrobe shut. "I'm not interested. I'm not going."
"What's the matter with you?" Yamato took a good look at Yukimura. "What is it that Men say? Ah, that's it... you need to get laid."
The sound of palm meeting face was loud and crisp.
His face turned away, cheek reddening, Yamato paused for a moment before bending down to pick up his fallen sunglasses.
"Don't make decisions for me. You've only been here for a week, Yamato Yuudai, don't presume to know me and don't try to tell me how to live my life."
Yamato felt his cheek. "So..." The sunglasses seemed to have helped block some of the anger emanating from Yukimura, because the angel was smiling again like he had not just been slapped hard. "Do you want to go for sophisticated or sexy?" He threw the wardrobe door open again.
The argument was on Yukimura's lips, as was the frustrated yell, but both died when Yamato picked out a particular coat Sanada used to like seeing him wear, and held it right in front of his face. "Please? Cos I really want to go."
Yamato, Yukimura discovered, could be extremely difficult to say 'no' to.
"You'll do extra work at the school to pay for this." He snatched the coat from Yamato's hand. "What sort of angel tells people to go get laid anyway?"
Yamato's grin was very, very wide.
[to be continued]
YAY (Yukimura And Yamato) ftw~ *starts a crusade*
Chapter: 4/13
Author: yuki_scorpio
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Romance
Warning: None
Characters: Yukimura, Yamato, Sanada, Sengoku, Tezuka and a cameo by Shiraishi
Summary: One night, a man with wings fell onto Yukimura's balcony...
Previous Chapters: Here
Nomen Nescio
Chapter 4
"Sengoku-kun has the love of a doctor."
That was Yamato's answer to Yukimura's question. Yukimura asked him to elaborate.
"Angels," Yamato began as he washed dishes in warm soapy water, his movement making the chore look almost enjoyable, "can get hurt but are pretty much indestructible. There is no need for doctors of any kind, because we heal by ourselves. Sengoku-kun merely helped speed up the process."
"Because he has 'the love of a doctor'?"
"Yes. A doctor's love and care for his patient. A desire to cure the sick and injured, even if it's someone he's meeting for the first time. I did tell you that we feed on love?" Another tea-stained cup was dunked into water.
But what was that supposed to mean? Couldn't Yukimura have helped Yamato himself, then? If it wasn't romantic love angels needed, then surely Yukimura could have helped, too.
The question didn't manage to leave Yukimura's lips. It sounded too accusing. "How about your wings? Could they get better that way?"
The angel paused for a while, considering his answer. "They are a bit different. The wings are a lot more fragile than the rest of us, since we weren't born with them. Given time, though, they should be all right."
Yukimura sat forward a bit. "What do you mean, you weren't born with wings?"
Speaking of which, where did angels come from? Were they created directly by God or were they born from other angels?
Yamato didn't seem to have heard the question. "All done!" He said with a triumphant grin, but his face dropped when Yukimura lifted one of the mugs on the draining board and pointed at the stains still inside.
"Please wash these again more diligently, Yamato-san. After you finish, please go and buy some groceries." Yukimura pointed at a list stuck to the fridge.
"You are so harsh," the intelligent Yamato was gone the moment the angel pouted.
"You said you would do my chores."
"Yes but-"
"No 'buts', Yamato-san. You said you didn't need to eat, but you ate a lot over the last week. Earn your keep."
Disgruntled, Yamato turned the tap back on and washed the mug again. "But I don't know how to get to the market."
"You must have flown over it before."
"But everything's different on ground level. I'm not used to walking."
Yukimura ignored the whining. Now that he was quite sure Yamato wasn't going to up and leave, he was happy to use the services the angel promised. There was something rather satisfying with being able to boss around a divine being (and Yamato even confirmed that he was entitled to do so and he would not go to Hell for it.)
"You won't ever find a new boyfriend if you keep treating people like this."
"I don't need a new boyfriend."
They stared at each other for a few seconds, then the human hopped off his chair and left the kitchen. "Make sure you get everything on the list, Yamato-san."
The cold didn't bother the angel at all, who stepped out of the building in his long-sleeved t-shirt and trousers when everyone else on the streets were wrapped in large coats and scarves. He turned left, down the small slope where all the second-hand and cheap antique shops were, heading towards the market. He knew where it was, but it would have been so much better if Yukimura came as well. Holing himself up at home at the weekend was not doing Yukimura very much good.
"Oi, Yamato!" Sengoku was on the other side of the street. He waited for a car to pass before crossing. "Going shopping?" He pointed at Yamato's basket. "Yukimura's really using you where he can, huh?"
Yamato smiled and shrugged, totally nonchalant.
"How about I go shop with you, then you come have tea with me? Two's company."
Two was company. Yamato agreed.
Sengoku was happy to pay, so Yamato was happy with sitting down together at a coffee shop not too far from home. Sengoku asked for a white chocolate mocha and a muffin (he hadn't yet had his daily sugar-fix, he said) and Yamato ordered tea.
"So, is Yukimura all right? I haven't really talked to him since last week." When Yamato didn't seem like he had an answer, Sengoku continued, "Grief's a weird thing, huh?"
"It's saddening." Their food and drinks arrived at lightning speed. Yamato poured milk into the tea but passed on the sugar. "Yukimura-kun needs to move on."
"He really, you know, loved Sanada. Perhaps even more than I did." Sengoku said, "I knew Sanada first, and had my eyes on him, but then I introduced them and..."
"You were fine with that?"
"It's nothing to do with being fine with it or not, I think? I could say Yukimura stole him from me but... he wasn't mine to begin with. He didn't choose me, that was all. For a while, he was always like, 'I'm so sorry' until I told him to stop being sorry about it and shut the hell up because it was nobody's fault." Despite his words, Sengoku had the look of a man who suffered great loss. "Anyway, I tried getting Yukimura to come out with me, hang out at places and stuff, but he really isn't keen on meeting new people."
"You care about Yukimura-kun a lot." Yamato remarked, his cup of tea against his lips.
"Well, he is still my friend and neighbour." Sengoku offered a bit of muffin to Yamato. Yamato tried some and decided Yukimura's ones were a lot better. "And I just think if Sanada ever saw him like this, he wouldn't be happy. Right?"
"Yes. I think you're right."
The sky darkened early because of winter, and by the time they got home, it felt like it was very late already. They stood at their doors and Sengoku spent some time fishing out keys from his pockets that seemed to be connected to another dimension, for he pulled out an astonishing amount of items from them before finally locating the keys.
"Sengoku-kun," Yamato said as Sengoku opened his door, "you're a great person. I think Sanada-kun must have liked you."
Sengoku froze, then dipped his head and smiled a bit. "Thanks." He looked up again. "So, later tonight?"
"Yes, see you later."
Yukimura was sitting on the sofa, arms crossed and looking unimpressed when the angel let himself back into the apartment. "That took you long."
"I got lost. I told you I would." Yukimura was going to say something else, but Yamato carried on, "anyway, I bumped into Sengoku-kun on the way back. He's meeting up with some friends for dinner and asked us to join."
"Not again," Yukimura sighed. He really didn't want to be, but he was getting very annoyed by Sengoku's efforts. "I'm not interested."
"Oh, but I already agreed. We have just enough time to get ready." Leaving his basket of shopping by the door, Yamato strode into Yukimura's room purposefully, and opened the wardrobe. "I think it'll be fun. Come on, get changed. I think a sophisticated look would work on you-"
Yukimura slammed the wardrobe shut. "I'm not interested. I'm not going."
"What's the matter with you?" Yamato took a good look at Yukimura. "What is it that Men say? Ah, that's it... you need to get laid."
The sound of palm meeting face was loud and crisp.
His face turned away, cheek reddening, Yamato paused for a moment before bending down to pick up his fallen sunglasses.
"Don't make decisions for me. You've only been here for a week, Yamato Yuudai, don't presume to know me and don't try to tell me how to live my life."
Yamato felt his cheek. "So..." The sunglasses seemed to have helped block some of the anger emanating from Yukimura, because the angel was smiling again like he had not just been slapped hard. "Do you want to go for sophisticated or sexy?" He threw the wardrobe door open again.
The argument was on Yukimura's lips, as was the frustrated yell, but both died when Yamato picked out a particular coat Sanada used to like seeing him wear, and held it right in front of his face. "Please? Cos I really want to go."
Yamato, Yukimura discovered, could be extremely difficult to say 'no' to.
"You'll do extra work at the school to pay for this." He snatched the coat from Yamato's hand. "What sort of angel tells people to go get laid anyway?"
Yamato's grin was very, very wide.
[to be continued]
YAY (Yukimura And Yamato) ftw~ *starts a crusade*