[Series] A Little Bit More Than Just... 7
Title: A Little Bit More Than Just...
Series: Chapter 7 - ... Fading
Rating: PG 13 for swearing
Pairing: None really but you can imagine~
Notes: OMG Update~ After a 4 month writing funk I AM BACK! Well, to this fic anyways. The style may have changed a bit because I haven't written in a long long while. Thanks so much to
anomic_tm "teh bestest beta-reader in teh world"
Links: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Masaki skipped merrily down the sidewalk, his backpack swinging around his back. His white wide uniform shone in the sunlight and as he rounded the corner, nearly blinding a passing bicyclist. The sight of a familiarly sweet window display of cookies and cakes and other various pastries came into view and he entered the glass door with a tinkling of the chimes positioned above.
“Good MORNING!!” He exclaimed, bursting with just-woke-up perkiness, the contagious kind, not the kind that made you want to punch someone’s lights out. A few of the regulars who were seated in the dine-in tables having coffee and some bread or cake, waved at him and he waved right back.
A light smack on the back of the head sent him stumbling forward. “Idiot! It’s the middle of the afternoon! Why are you even here?!”
Masaki spun to face the large booming voice and was met by the sight of his large mustached boss. “You’re not supposed to be here! What are you doing here!? Nino told me you need to rest!”
Masaki’s brow furrowed and his lower lip stuck out, a signal that his boss knew very well. “B-b-but I missed the shop! And I missed the smell of flour! And sugar! And cakes! And I miss baking!!!!” Masaki whined, his face beyond serious, so serious that his boss just laughed at him.
“Ne! Masa-nii-chan! You didn’t miss me? Oh I feel my heart breaking,” a half-sarcastic half-laughing voice floated into the scene from behind the counter where a young man with a dazzling smile and curiously attractive eyebrows stood.
Masaki’s head whipped around to see who was talking and a big bright smile grew on his face. “TOOOOOOOMA-CHAAAAAN!!!” He screamed as he ran to the counter and started jumping up and down hugging the young man, who was by then laughing and jumping as well.
Toma was an assistant baker at the Harukaze Bakeshop like Masaki. They’ve been friends for a very long time, owing to the fact that they used to bake mud pies together in the playground near their houses. Toma loved Masaki most out of all the people he knew, but not the kind of love that that Sakurai felt. No, he respected Masaki and he always looked out for him because Masaki was the type of person who was good and kind and pure at heart and deserved all the happiness in the whole world even if he doesn’t really have a lot of time left to enjoy it. But, precisely because he didn’t have much time left, Toma (along with Nino and that Sakurai) wanted to ensure that for Masaki each day would be colored like a rainbow even if in reality it was only black and white.
Masaki finally grew tired after a couple of minutes of jumping and screaming like an excited little girl. So he slid down into a seat near the counter. He breathed deeply, trying to get his heart back to its normal speed and smiled at Toma-chan.
Toma leaned down, “Sooo, I guess you DID miss me.”
Masaki grinned up at him, spent. Toma squinted at him, worried, “Aren’t you a bit too pale, Masa-nii-chan?”
Masaki nodded, still trying to control his breathing. “I’m always pale.”
The smile on Toma’s face disappeared. This did not look good. Masaki was pale and he was having trouble stabilizing his breathing. He had bags under his eyes and his fingers were clutching his chest. After 2 minutes of cheerful excitement, he was tired. This was not good. He’d have to tell Nino. “Maybe you should go home. You look like you need rest.”
“No! I’m okay!” He stood up bravely, “See? I wanna… I wanna… I -“
Toma’s eyes grew wide and a shout of panic left his throat as Masa-nii-chan drooped suddenly, eyes clouded by haze, all color leaving his face, his breath shallow and quick, and fell down onto the floor with a thud.
~~
“A-a-actually, I’m currently living with M-M-Matsumoto-sama,” Ohno stuttered out when Nino asked him where he was staying, his fingers wringing all life out of the hem of his shirt, his eyes fixed firmly on the sleek black body of the water pitcher.
“Really?” asked Nino interestedly, slightly shocked at Jun’s hospitality. He peered curiously at the boy’s naked blush.
“Yeah, he took me in because…” Ohno trailed off, unsure whether he should tell the whole truth. His eyes had wandered towards Jun’s face which, though usually inexpressive, was now seething with composed rage. His heart grew fearfully cold and he stammered out a weak “… my mama died…” He bit his lip and stared back at his shoes. It was like his whole world now.
Nino felt a little part of his heart melt and break off as he watched the fragile light behind the young boy’s eyes dim and die. Ohno-kun had clearly been through a lot. Nino glanced at Jun, feeling his respect for him rise just a little bit. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, Nino thought, taking in an orphan like that. Maybe he wasn’t as pure an evil as Nino thought he was. His attention returned to the sad boy across him.
“Ne, Ohno-kun, you know, you look so much better when you smile…” He took a sip from his glass of apple juice and smiled at the wide startled eyes of the complimented boy. Nino noted the darker blush and the small smile that had begun to take shape within the plush lips and regarded the whole situation as a job well done on his part. Ohno completed his smile and bowed a small ‘thank you’. Out of the corner of his eye, Nino saw his real client roll his eyes. He sighed inwardly. Truthfully, he had forgotten slightly about the Lord, but the boy was so fatally distracting that he felt it was more of an involuntary action than anything. He sighed again, knowing he’d have to pay his attention to the Lord now.
“It’s good of Matsumoto-san to take in such a nice young man like Ohno-kun, mmm?” He said a bit coolly. But he leaned forward to Jun, trailed his fingers along Jun’s cheek and whispered in his ear, ever so softly, “I like this good Matsumoto-sama. Take good care of him ne…”
Jun breathed in Nino’s soft appley scent, his skin tingling from the contrast of Nino’s warm fingers on his cool cheeks, from Nino’s warm breath against his neck. His eyes fluttered closed and a shy moan left his lips. Nino was disgusted. And although his face and actions did not show it, he was actually screaming and gagging and dying inside. He put his finger gently on the man’s lips and pulled himself away. Jun’s eyes opened and as Nino took his hand away, his lips opened to say something but a very loud blaring interrupted his words, sending him back to his irritable abyss.
“What the hell do you want?!” he screamed at his phone. The fast reply came, urgent and essential. Jun’s eyes rolled and he stood up with a curt “Excuse me, it’s fucking business.” He disappeared into the main lounge and off into the bathroom leaving a very shy Ohno under the mercy of a very cool Nino.
Series: Chapter 7 - ... Fading
Rating: PG 13 for swearing
Pairing: None really but you can imagine~
Notes: OMG Update~ After a 4 month writing funk I AM BACK! Well, to this fic anyways. The style may have changed a bit because I haven't written in a long long while. Thanks so much to
anomic_tm "teh bestest beta-reader in teh world"
Links: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Masaki skipped merrily down the sidewalk, his backpack swinging around his back. His white wide uniform shone in the sunlight and as he rounded the corner, nearly blinding a passing bicyclist. The sight of a familiarly sweet window display of cookies and cakes and other various pastries came into view and he entered the glass door with a tinkling of the chimes positioned above.
“Good MORNING!!” He exclaimed, bursting with just-woke-up perkiness, the contagious kind, not the kind that made you want to punch someone’s lights out. A few of the regulars who were seated in the dine-in tables having coffee and some bread or cake, waved at him and he waved right back.
A light smack on the back of the head sent him stumbling forward. “Idiot! It’s the middle of the afternoon! Why are you even here?!”
Masaki spun to face the large booming voice and was met by the sight of his large mustached boss. “You’re not supposed to be here! What are you doing here!? Nino told me you need to rest!”
Masaki’s brow furrowed and his lower lip stuck out, a signal that his boss knew very well. “B-b-but I missed the shop! And I missed the smell of flour! And sugar! And cakes! And I miss baking!!!!” Masaki whined, his face beyond serious, so serious that his boss just laughed at him.
“Ne! Masa-nii-chan! You didn’t miss me? Oh I feel my heart breaking,” a half-sarcastic half-laughing voice floated into the scene from behind the counter where a young man with a dazzling smile and curiously attractive eyebrows stood.
Masaki’s head whipped around to see who was talking and a big bright smile grew on his face. “TOOOOOOOMA-CHAAAAAN!!!” He screamed as he ran to the counter and started jumping up and down hugging the young man, who was by then laughing and jumping as well.
Toma was an assistant baker at the Harukaze Bakeshop like Masaki. They’ve been friends for a very long time, owing to the fact that they used to bake mud pies together in the playground near their houses. Toma loved Masaki most out of all the people he knew, but not the kind of love that that Sakurai felt. No, he respected Masaki and he always looked out for him because Masaki was the type of person who was good and kind and pure at heart and deserved all the happiness in the whole world even if he doesn’t really have a lot of time left to enjoy it. But, precisely because he didn’t have much time left, Toma (along with Nino and that Sakurai) wanted to ensure that for Masaki each day would be colored like a rainbow even if in reality it was only black and white.
Masaki finally grew tired after a couple of minutes of jumping and screaming like an excited little girl. So he slid down into a seat near the counter. He breathed deeply, trying to get his heart back to its normal speed and smiled at Toma-chan.
Toma leaned down, “Sooo, I guess you DID miss me.”
Masaki grinned up at him, spent. Toma squinted at him, worried, “Aren’t you a bit too pale, Masa-nii-chan?”
Masaki nodded, still trying to control his breathing. “I’m always pale.”
The smile on Toma’s face disappeared. This did not look good. Masaki was pale and he was having trouble stabilizing his breathing. He had bags under his eyes and his fingers were clutching his chest. After 2 minutes of cheerful excitement, he was tired. This was not good. He’d have to tell Nino. “Maybe you should go home. You look like you need rest.”
“No! I’m okay!” He stood up bravely, “See? I wanna… I wanna… I -“
Toma’s eyes grew wide and a shout of panic left his throat as Masa-nii-chan drooped suddenly, eyes clouded by haze, all color leaving his face, his breath shallow and quick, and fell down onto the floor with a thud.
~~
“A-a-actually, I’m currently living with M-M-Matsumoto-sama,” Ohno stuttered out when Nino asked him where he was staying, his fingers wringing all life out of the hem of his shirt, his eyes fixed firmly on the sleek black body of the water pitcher.
“Really?” asked Nino interestedly, slightly shocked at Jun’s hospitality. He peered curiously at the boy’s naked blush.
“Yeah, he took me in because…” Ohno trailed off, unsure whether he should tell the whole truth. His eyes had wandered towards Jun’s face which, though usually inexpressive, was now seething with composed rage. His heart grew fearfully cold and he stammered out a weak “… my mama died…” He bit his lip and stared back at his shoes. It was like his whole world now.
Nino felt a little part of his heart melt and break off as he watched the fragile light behind the young boy’s eyes dim and die. Ohno-kun had clearly been through a lot. Nino glanced at Jun, feeling his respect for him rise just a little bit. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, Nino thought, taking in an orphan like that. Maybe he wasn’t as pure an evil as Nino thought he was. His attention returned to the sad boy across him.
“Ne, Ohno-kun, you know, you look so much better when you smile…” He took a sip from his glass of apple juice and smiled at the wide startled eyes of the complimented boy. Nino noted the darker blush and the small smile that had begun to take shape within the plush lips and regarded the whole situation as a job well done on his part. Ohno completed his smile and bowed a small ‘thank you’. Out of the corner of his eye, Nino saw his real client roll his eyes. He sighed inwardly. Truthfully, he had forgotten slightly about the Lord, but the boy was so fatally distracting that he felt it was more of an involuntary action than anything. He sighed again, knowing he’d have to pay his attention to the Lord now.
“It’s good of Matsumoto-san to take in such a nice young man like Ohno-kun, mmm?” He said a bit coolly. But he leaned forward to Jun, trailed his fingers along Jun’s cheek and whispered in his ear, ever so softly, “I like this good Matsumoto-sama. Take good care of him ne…”
Jun breathed in Nino’s soft appley scent, his skin tingling from the contrast of Nino’s warm fingers on his cool cheeks, from Nino’s warm breath against his neck. His eyes fluttered closed and a shy moan left his lips. Nino was disgusted. And although his face and actions did not show it, he was actually screaming and gagging and dying inside. He put his finger gently on the man’s lips and pulled himself away. Jun’s eyes opened and as Nino took his hand away, his lips opened to say something but a very loud blaring interrupted his words, sending him back to his irritable abyss.
“What the hell do you want?!” he screamed at his phone. The fast reply came, urgent and essential. Jun’s eyes rolled and he stood up with a curt “Excuse me, it’s fucking business.” He disappeared into the main lounge and off into the bathroom leaving a very shy Ohno under the mercy of a very cool Nino.