Nomen Nescio: Chapter 5
Title: Nomen Nescio
Chapter: 5/13
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 5
Not that Yukimura was consciously comparing the two - there was no reason to do so - but Sanada was a much more private person than Yamato. Sanada didn't mind meeting friends but he would never get openly excited about the prospect of it the way Yamato was doing.
Then again, Yamato had not had much of a chance to talk to anyone since he ungraceful tumble onto the ground, so his excitement was understandable. By the time they were dressed and ready, his enthusiasm was even making Yukimura feel less reluctant about the whole thing. He would regret slapping Yamato, too, but it was the angel's own fault for being so rude. Yukimura had no idea where Yamato learned the saying 'you need to get laid' from, but that didn't excuse him for using it.
But looking at Yamato now, it was hard to tell if he was totally unaffected by the slap or if he was just hiding it. With Yamato, it was always a guessing game. Yukimura was not gullible enough to believe that the angel was truly a fool, even when he behaved like one a lot of the time. Yamato knew a lot more than he let on, that was for sure. Yukimura wouldn't say he was suspicious of him, but...
"Let's go let's go!"
Yukimura checked himself in the mirror (he wasn't putting in extra effort, but it was basic manners to look presentable when going out for a meal with people, he said to Yamato), then took a good look at Yamato. "Aren't you getting changed?"
Yamato spread his arms out. "I look perfectly presentable like this."
Whatever. "At least put a jacket on. It's cold out."
"I don't catch colds." Yamato said, but wore the jacket Yukimura bought with him on the first day, anyway.
"And it's night, you don't need your sunglasses."
"They're my fashion statement." Yamato smiled and adjusted said fashion statement item. "Don't worry, Yukimura-kun, I won't embarrass you."
Yukimura resisted the urge to sigh. "I don't care about that. But please don't let anyone else know what you really are. You can cause me a lot of trouble."
Yamato's simply nodded and pushed Yukimura out the door.
The sun crept under the curtains, casting a line of golden light across Yukimura's face. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, stretched luxuriously, arching up his back as he did so, then let himself drop limply back onto the mattress. It had been so long since he last had such a good night's sleep. This was what every Sunday should be like. Had someone shot dead those damned birds outside? He couldn't hear any squeaky birdsong or loud wings-flapping. Well, perhaps the fact that he had used up all his excess energy, the night before, helped with the sleeping as well.
Last night turned out to be very enjoyable. The food was delicious (and Yukimura had a very high standard when it came to food) and the company was great. Sengoku's friends were interesting and the dinner had none of the cheesy blind-date atmosphere Yukimura had imagined. It was just a very normal dinner with a bunch of nice people. Yamato was a bit quieter than usual but it seemed like he also had a good time, although he didn't want any wine and didn't join in the dancing at the end.
After that, they came home. Yukimura felt light on his feet, but somehow he still managed to change into pyjamas (although checking it now, he had got it buttoned-up wrong). Yamato helped him to bed and he passed out promptly.
Yukimura rubbed his eyes and got up, padding to the bathroom to do his morning routine. He felt so rested that for once, getting up was not an issue. He was a bit hungry, though. What time was it? He should probably make some lunch for himself and Yamato.
"Yamato-san," he looked around the apartment. Yamato was nowhere to be seen. "Are you hungry? I'm going to make some fried rice... Yamato-san?"
After staring blankly at the empty apartment for a while, he finally spotted Yamato at the balcony, his back turned to Yukimura.
From the back, Yamato looked nothing like Sanada. Sanada had a more muscular build and wasn't as lean as Yamato, who had broad but very thin shoulders, the bony type that wouldn't make a very nice pillow. In fact, it wasn't just from the back. Yamato simply didn't look like Sanada from any angle. Yukimura knew if he ever found the two alike, it was merely because he was missing Sanada too much.
He was going to call out again, but he paused when Yamato pulled his shoulders back and his wings appeared. But instead of stretching them out, he brought them forward, as if hugging himself, and examined them.
"Yamato-san." Yukimura stepped out onto the balcony.
"Ah, good morning." Yamato's face brightened up instantly. "Did you sleep well?"
It was indeed still morning, not afternoon like Yukimura thought it was. "I did, thanks."
"Thanks for taking me out last night. I had a lot of fun."
"No, thank you, Yamato-san." Now that he wasn't angry and slap-happy, what Yamato did yesterday was obvious. Although Yukimura didn't like the thought of being manipulated so easily by someone who had only known him for a short time, there was no doubt Yamato's intentions were good and last night was, indeed, a lot of fun. But it was done, and understood, so there was no need to discuss it anymore. He looked for something else to say. "Are you homesick?" He nodded at the wings that Yamato had curled around himself.
The angel looked a bit embarrassed. "Oh, no, I just miss flying a bit, that's all."
"What is flying like?" Yukimura's gaze was fixed on the wings. They were utterly fascinating and he wanted to touch them again, but it seemed such a rude thing to do, particularly when Yamato was injured.
Yamato didn't seem to mind the staring. "Have you ever had those flying dreams? It's rather similar to that."
"So angels dream, too?"
"We aren't that different from Men, except for these things on our backs." One of the wings moved, curling itself around Yukimura instead, leaving itself a little space between itself and the man. "Go on."
"Can I?" Even before Yamato nodded, Yukimura was letting his hands run over the feathers. They were so warm and soft, not a brilliant white but a gentle, comforting cream colour. Yukimura imagined flying with these wings. Being an angel must be a wonderful thing.
"Does this hurt you?" He asked when a feather dislodged and dissolved in the air. "Are they healing okay?"
The wing pulled away, folding against Yamato's back once again. Losing its protection, Yukimura shivered at the suddenly chilly air around him.
"Nothing that needs worrying about. I'll go as soon as I can fly with them, I promise."
"That's not what I meant-"
"Let's get back in, it's cold."
"Yamato-san..."
"Would you like a cup of tea? I'll make you one."
Yukimura put his hands on his hips and sighed loudly. When Yamato had his mind made up about something, or was being insistent, persistent, or plain old stubborn, apparently it was impossible for anyone to get a word in edgeways.
This was a new challenge - it had always been that when he spoke, people stopped talking and listened - but that dork-like attitude wasn't always going to work. Yukimura would find a way around it. "One of these days, I'm going to get you to shut up and listen to me." Yukimura said when tea was delivered.
With his eyes hidden behind steamed-up sunglasses, it was impossible to tell how genuine Yamato's smile was.
[to be continued]
*continues on the YAY crusade*
Chapter: 5/13
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 5
Not that Yukimura was consciously comparing the two - there was no reason to do so - but Sanada was a much more private person than Yamato. Sanada didn't mind meeting friends but he would never get openly excited about the prospect of it the way Yamato was doing.
Then again, Yamato had not had much of a chance to talk to anyone since he ungraceful tumble onto the ground, so his excitement was understandable. By the time they were dressed and ready, his enthusiasm was even making Yukimura feel less reluctant about the whole thing. He would regret slapping Yamato, too, but it was the angel's own fault for being so rude. Yukimura had no idea where Yamato learned the saying 'you need to get laid' from, but that didn't excuse him for using it.
But looking at Yamato now, it was hard to tell if he was totally unaffected by the slap or if he was just hiding it. With Yamato, it was always a guessing game. Yukimura was not gullible enough to believe that the angel was truly a fool, even when he behaved like one a lot of the time. Yamato knew a lot more than he let on, that was for sure. Yukimura wouldn't say he was suspicious of him, but...
"Let's go let's go!"
Yukimura checked himself in the mirror (he wasn't putting in extra effort, but it was basic manners to look presentable when going out for a meal with people, he said to Yamato), then took a good look at Yamato. "Aren't you getting changed?"
Yamato spread his arms out. "I look perfectly presentable like this."
Whatever. "At least put a jacket on. It's cold out."
"I don't catch colds." Yamato said, but wore the jacket Yukimura bought with him on the first day, anyway.
"And it's night, you don't need your sunglasses."
"They're my fashion statement." Yamato smiled and adjusted said fashion statement item. "Don't worry, Yukimura-kun, I won't embarrass you."
Yukimura resisted the urge to sigh. "I don't care about that. But please don't let anyone else know what you really are. You can cause me a lot of trouble."
Yamato's simply nodded and pushed Yukimura out the door.
The sun crept under the curtains, casting a line of golden light across Yukimura's face. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, stretched luxuriously, arching up his back as he did so, then let himself drop limply back onto the mattress. It had been so long since he last had such a good night's sleep. This was what every Sunday should be like. Had someone shot dead those damned birds outside? He couldn't hear any squeaky birdsong or loud wings-flapping. Well, perhaps the fact that he had used up all his excess energy, the night before, helped with the sleeping as well.
Last night turned out to be very enjoyable. The food was delicious (and Yukimura had a very high standard when it came to food) and the company was great. Sengoku's friends were interesting and the dinner had none of the cheesy blind-date atmosphere Yukimura had imagined. It was just a very normal dinner with a bunch of nice people. Yamato was a bit quieter than usual but it seemed like he also had a good time, although he didn't want any wine and didn't join in the dancing at the end.
After that, they came home. Yukimura felt light on his feet, but somehow he still managed to change into pyjamas (although checking it now, he had got it buttoned-up wrong). Yamato helped him to bed and he passed out promptly.
Yukimura rubbed his eyes and got up, padding to the bathroom to do his morning routine. He felt so rested that for once, getting up was not an issue. He was a bit hungry, though. What time was it? He should probably make some lunch for himself and Yamato.
"Yamato-san," he looked around the apartment. Yamato was nowhere to be seen. "Are you hungry? I'm going to make some fried rice... Yamato-san?"
After staring blankly at the empty apartment for a while, he finally spotted Yamato at the balcony, his back turned to Yukimura.
From the back, Yamato looked nothing like Sanada. Sanada had a more muscular build and wasn't as lean as Yamato, who had broad but very thin shoulders, the bony type that wouldn't make a very nice pillow. In fact, it wasn't just from the back. Yamato simply didn't look like Sanada from any angle. Yukimura knew if he ever found the two alike, it was merely because he was missing Sanada too much.
He was going to call out again, but he paused when Yamato pulled his shoulders back and his wings appeared. But instead of stretching them out, he brought them forward, as if hugging himself, and examined them.
"Yamato-san." Yukimura stepped out onto the balcony.
"Ah, good morning." Yamato's face brightened up instantly. "Did you sleep well?"
It was indeed still morning, not afternoon like Yukimura thought it was. "I did, thanks."
"Thanks for taking me out last night. I had a lot of fun."
"No, thank you, Yamato-san." Now that he wasn't angry and slap-happy, what Yamato did yesterday was obvious. Although Yukimura didn't like the thought of being manipulated so easily by someone who had only known him for a short time, there was no doubt Yamato's intentions were good and last night was, indeed, a lot of fun. But it was done, and understood, so there was no need to discuss it anymore. He looked for something else to say. "Are you homesick?" He nodded at the wings that Yamato had curled around himself.
The angel looked a bit embarrassed. "Oh, no, I just miss flying a bit, that's all."
"What is flying like?" Yukimura's gaze was fixed on the wings. They were utterly fascinating and he wanted to touch them again, but it seemed such a rude thing to do, particularly when Yamato was injured.
Yamato didn't seem to mind the staring. "Have you ever had those flying dreams? It's rather similar to that."
"So angels dream, too?"
"We aren't that different from Men, except for these things on our backs." One of the wings moved, curling itself around Yukimura instead, leaving itself a little space between itself and the man. "Go on."
"Can I?" Even before Yamato nodded, Yukimura was letting his hands run over the feathers. They were so warm and soft, not a brilliant white but a gentle, comforting cream colour. Yukimura imagined flying with these wings. Being an angel must be a wonderful thing.
"Does this hurt you?" He asked when a feather dislodged and dissolved in the air. "Are they healing okay?"
The wing pulled away, folding against Yamato's back once again. Losing its protection, Yukimura shivered at the suddenly chilly air around him.
"Nothing that needs worrying about. I'll go as soon as I can fly with them, I promise."
"That's not what I meant-"
"Let's get back in, it's cold."
"Yamato-san..."
"Would you like a cup of tea? I'll make you one."
Yukimura put his hands on his hips and sighed loudly. When Yamato had his mind made up about something, or was being insistent, persistent, or plain old stubborn, apparently it was impossible for anyone to get a word in edgeways.
This was a new challenge - it had always been that when he spoke, people stopped talking and listened - but that dork-like attitude wasn't always going to work. Yukimura would find a way around it. "One of these days, I'm going to get you to shut up and listen to me." Yukimura said when tea was delivered.
With his eyes hidden behind steamed-up sunglasses, it was impossible to tell how genuine Yamato's smile was.
[to be continued]
*continues on the YAY crusade*