[FIC] Das Beste: Phone; Das Beste: Okaeri.
Title: Das Beste: Phone.
Fandom: Cross University RPG.
Warnings: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangst.
Characters/couples: Yuuri/Omi, Jennifer.
Summary: Omi overhears a conversation Yuuri is having with his mother. Following this again.
Rating: PG.
Das Beste: Phone.
The door to their room was supposed to be close, Omi supposes. He doesn't write it down on the 'Way-things-had-changed' mainly because the list is unbearably long now, but he does sigh, moving to pick Aiko, that's going out of the room when he hears Yuuri's frustrated voice.
"I'm not saying that! Mom, sheeze, calm down, would you? I'm just saying..." Omi tells himself that he should leave. There's a reason why Yuuri tried to close the door, not his fault that he doesn't remember that the door know is kind of loose, so if you didn't hear the click it would just open again. "Mom, how would I break up with someone I don't even remember getting together with?"
And that had hurt in more ways than Omi had thought something would. He remembers the one terrible actual fight they had, and he's surprised that even the constant question Yuuri does now do not compare to this kind of ache.
"Mom, mom, calm down!" Omi almost thinks he can hear Jennifer scolding Yuuri, or maybe he just knows the woman too much. He slids to sit down against the wall and, after Aiko complains, lets her go. "MOTHER! I'm not... yes, yes, I know that I'm... MOM, no, but-...MOM! I don't want to break up with him!" there are a few seconds in which Omi's lungs take in as much air as they can, just in case something happens again. Yuuri's statement apparently calmed down Jennifer - his voice is quieter now, although he still can hear the frustration. "It's not helping at all, me staying here. I don't remember, and it's making him suffer. What if this is permanent? He'll be stuck to someone who isn't in love with him."
Omi has to be surprised by his own masochism, sometimes.
"Maybe distance... I don't know, mom. I've tried everything sans hitting my head again because the doctor said that didn't help at all." Yuuri's voice turned quiter then, sadder; almost like his Yuuri, whenever one of his strange sad moments hit him. "Mom, no... yes... kinda, it has something to do... no, no, I know he's great. I know I was... am... huh.... well, whatever, lucky, but... yeah. Yeah. Huh-huh. I know, mom, he told me. I know. Yeah. No, I won't. Okay. Yes, mom, I'll change my underwear." Omi can't help himself from giving a tiny smile at that before standing up, moving silently to the kitchen before Yuuri ends up his call and goes out of the room, idly rubbing over the ache in his chest, as if he could rub it away.
A few moments later, Yuuri pokes his head inside the kitchen. He has been washing the same plate five minutes straight. "Omi, my mom wants to talk to you for a few. You busy?"
He shakes his head. "I can do this later."
Yuuri nods. "Huh'kay then. I left it over the room. I'm going out for a bit. You need anything?"
My fiancé back. "We're running out of milk. Could you get some, please?"
Yuuri nods. "'kay. I'll be back soon."
Lies.
Title: Das Beste: Okaeri.
Fandom: Cross University RPG.
Warnings: FLUFF. Gloriously brillant fluff!
Characters/couples: Yuuri/Omi.
Summary: Omi won't move. Ever. Following this again.
Rating: G.
Notes: I'm planting my foot here and this is the last I'll write of the evil bunny. YES. SYLVIA, I MEAN IT.
Das Beste: Okaeri.
On a basic leve, Omi knew he probably should move. Even if Yuuri was heavier than him and all, he could guess that it would be hard breathing with several pounds on fiancé on top of him.
But he also knew that there was a better chance for his to-be-mother-in-law to decide that boys and pink didn't mix than he moving away anytime soon from Yuuri's warmth, or the way his hands were rubbing up and down his back and hair, or the way he kept kissing his head or even the way he could feel the constant thump of his heart against his ear.
"I'm sorry," Yuuri muttered, curling his hand over his neck. "I'm so sorry about all that has happened, Omi..."
He had actually lost count of how many times Yuuri had apologized. Even more, how many times he had said it wasn't his fault. Right now, he felt warm, protected, whole. Even if it all was still a little overwhelming, even if he felt exhausted and dizzy, as if he had been without breath for almost too long, the sense of relief was more than enough.
Yuuri remembered. His Yuuri was back. The nightmare was finally over.
"I'm sorry, Omi. I love you."
Omi smiled against Yuuri's chest, kissing his collarbone. He was home.
Fandom: Cross University RPG.
Warnings: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangst.
Characters/couples: Yuuri/Omi, Jennifer.
Summary: Omi overhears a conversation Yuuri is having with his mother. Following this again.
Rating: PG.
Das Beste: Phone.
The door to their room was supposed to be close, Omi supposes. He doesn't write it down on the 'Way-things-had-changed' mainly because the list is unbearably long now, but he does sigh, moving to pick Aiko, that's going out of the room when he hears Yuuri's frustrated voice.
"I'm not saying that! Mom, sheeze, calm down, would you? I'm just saying..." Omi tells himself that he should leave. There's a reason why Yuuri tried to close the door, not his fault that he doesn't remember that the door know is kind of loose, so if you didn't hear the click it would just open again. "Mom, how would I break up with someone I don't even remember getting together with?"
And that had hurt in more ways than Omi had thought something would. He remembers the one terrible actual fight they had, and he's surprised that even the constant question Yuuri does now do not compare to this kind of ache.
"Mom, mom, calm down!" Omi almost thinks he can hear Jennifer scolding Yuuri, or maybe he just knows the woman too much. He slids to sit down against the wall and, after Aiko complains, lets her go. "MOTHER! I'm not... yes, yes, I know that I'm... MOM, no, but-...MOM! I don't want to break up with him!" there are a few seconds in which Omi's lungs take in as much air as they can, just in case something happens again. Yuuri's statement apparently calmed down Jennifer - his voice is quieter now, although he still can hear the frustration. "It's not helping at all, me staying here. I don't remember, and it's making him suffer. What if this is permanent? He'll be stuck to someone who isn't in love with him."
Omi has to be surprised by his own masochism, sometimes.
"Maybe distance... I don't know, mom. I've tried everything sans hitting my head again because the doctor said that didn't help at all." Yuuri's voice turned quiter then, sadder; almost like his Yuuri, whenever one of his strange sad moments hit him. "Mom, no... yes... kinda, it has something to do... no, no, I know he's great. I know I was... am... huh.... well, whatever, lucky, but... yeah. Yeah. Huh-huh. I know, mom, he told me. I know. Yeah. No, I won't. Okay. Yes, mom, I'll change my underwear." Omi can't help himself from giving a tiny smile at that before standing up, moving silently to the kitchen before Yuuri ends up his call and goes out of the room, idly rubbing over the ache in his chest, as if he could rub it away.
A few moments later, Yuuri pokes his head inside the kitchen. He has been washing the same plate five minutes straight. "Omi, my mom wants to talk to you for a few. You busy?"
He shakes his head. "I can do this later."
Yuuri nods. "Huh'kay then. I left it over the room. I'm going out for a bit. You need anything?"
My fiancé back. "We're running out of milk. Could you get some, please?"
Yuuri nods. "'kay. I'll be back soon."
Lies.
Title: Das Beste: Okaeri.
Fandom: Cross University RPG.
Warnings: FLUFF. Gloriously brillant fluff!
Characters/couples: Yuuri/Omi.
Summary: Omi won't move. Ever. Following this again.
Rating: G.
Notes: I'm planting my foot here and this is the last I'll write of the evil bunny. YES. SYLVIA, I MEAN IT.
Das Beste: Okaeri.
On a basic leve, Omi knew he probably should move. Even if Yuuri was heavier than him and all, he could guess that it would be hard breathing with several pounds on fiancé on top of him.
But he also knew that there was a better chance for his to-be-mother-in-law to decide that boys and pink didn't mix than he moving away anytime soon from Yuuri's warmth, or the way his hands were rubbing up and down his back and hair, or the way he kept kissing his head or even the way he could feel the constant thump of his heart against his ear.
"I'm sorry," Yuuri muttered, curling his hand over his neck. "I'm so sorry about all that has happened, Omi..."
He had actually lost count of how many times Yuuri had apologized. Even more, how many times he had said it wasn't his fault. Right now, he felt warm, protected, whole. Even if it all was still a little overwhelming, even if he felt exhausted and dizzy, as if he had been without breath for almost too long, the sense of relief was more than enough.
Yuuri remembered. His Yuuri was back. The nightmare was finally over.
"I'm sorry, Omi. I love you."
Omi smiled against Yuuri's chest, kissing his collarbone. He was home.