The Life Domestic (YnM, Tatsumi x Watari, #25)
Title: The Life Domestic
Author: kitsune_tsuki
Pairing: Tatsumi x Watari
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Theme: #25 - Fence
Disclaimer: I don't own YnM, I just like to borrow it for a bit.
Summary: Tatsumi and Watari indulge in cocoa and late night pseudo-philosophy.
There are few things that actually manage to surprise Tatsumi when it comes to Watari. Some things are to be expected, given who Watari is, and some things…well. Some things aren’t so much surprises as…revelations. And even then, they tend to be the sort of thing that made one realize what they hadn't really considered about someone. Something that probably should have been obvious, but...wasn't.
"What are you working on?"
Watari shrugs and peers critically at the sketchbook in front of him, image partially done and rapidly taking shape beneath the pencil in his hand. "Hmmm?"
Tatsumi sighs inwardly and walks over to the kitchen counter, staring at the pot of cocoa and trying to decide if it would be worth it to make a pot of tea or simply indulge himself. It's late enough, or early enough, depending on one's point of view that either would be perfect, and -
"I asked you what you were working on," Tatsumi says, looking for his mug and finding only Watari's.
A look through the cupboards results in him discovering an empty canister of tea and what looks to be one of Watari's candy stashes, but no mug. Frowning, Tatsumi turns to lean against the counter and glances over to see Watari erasing a section of his drawing, and over the edge of his bathrobe a glimpse of what looks very much like his mug. Mystery solved, so it would seem.
"A cliché." Watari answers, sounding distracted and a little amused - more at himself or whatever he's doing - to judge by the cant of his eyebrows and the slight quirk of his mouth. "I thought I'd try my hand at it, just once."
Tatsumi walks over to the table and looks over Watari’s shoulder at the sketchbook and raises an eyebrow. "Is that - "
"It is," Watari says, and when Tatsumi looks at him he's smiling. "What do you think?"
Tatsumi has learned through experience that what Watari say is not always what Watari means. It has taken a great deal of trial and error to learn this one not so simple thing, and Tatsumi doesn't need to work quite so hard at it anymore. "I wasn't aware you were the sort to favor picket fences."
Watari glances at him and his smile turns a little secretive. "I have my little secrets, you know."
And Tatsumi does know, one of which is the fact that...well, that Watari can apparently draw. He says as much.
Watari snorts and turns his attention to a different section of the drawing. "I do have a degree in engineering, Tatsumi. I just tend to do much better at technical drawings than...other things."
A fact that's becoming abundantly clear as Watari adds in what appear to be certain figures beside the diagrams, and Tatsumi...it's not quite a wince, and not quite a smile as he watches them take form.
"So I see." Tatsumi says, reaching for the mug on the table.
Watari looks up at him and raises an eyebrow of his own as Tatsumi takes a drink, settling back into his chair, apparently content to watch Watari work.
"That was mine, you know."
Tatsumi smiles slightly as he takes another drink. "But you used my mug."
"So I did."
Tatsumi watches Watari watching him and...well. There's a question that needs to be asked and clearly he's the one not asking it. He's beginning to think it was a mistake not to go back to bed when he realized Watari was gone, but, well...
"Is that the sort of cliché you..." And Tatsumi stops because he's not quite sure how to phrase the question. He can't ask if it's something Watari believes in, because he's not entirely sure people are supposed to believe in clichés, so much as live them. And he’s not sure what it would mean if -
"For the record?" Watari says, definitely amused at Tatsumi’s unease as he steals the mug back and takes a sip, "It's not something I ever wanted. Not...like that, anyway. Which is really sort of...hmm...proof, I think."
"Proof?"
Watari shrugs and gestures at the sketchbook. "The whole point of that is to want things to be a certain way, for things to be...ideal, maybe. Perfect. And we both know that life just isn't like that. Things and events and whatever else prevent it - maybe even work against it."
Tatsumi frowns and takes the mug from Watari when he offers it. "So what you're saying is that...wanting something like that is pointless?"
Watari scowls and grabs the mug back, holding it almost protectively. "That's not what I'm saying at all, Tatsumi. I'm saying that that kind of cliché is...it's a little too perfect, if anything. It's not right for everyone and there are too many people who don't realize it. I'm not saying it's not nice to think about or maybe want, but...it's not always going to work out the way people expect it to."
"I...see."
"You do not," Watari says, shooting Tatsumi a dark look as he realizes the mug is empty. "You wouldn't look so confused if you did."
And...Watari's right of course, he almost always is when it comes to Tatsumi. That doesn't mean that it makes things any easier between them, but it does help.
"Perhaps you should explain your theory a little better then?"
Watari smiles, one of his sharp-edged ones that means he's accepted whatever challenge has been thrown his way. "All right."
Tatsumi watches Watari as he gets up to refill the mug, frowning slightly in the way that means he's giving serious thought to something, and he knows whatever Watari says will be -
He's caught off-guard by the kiss, which is warm and sweet and tastes of cocoa, but he doesn't think he really minds that much, and by the time that thought registers Watari pulls back and smirks at him. Just a little.
"You see?" Watari says, staring at him as though he actually expects an answer. "This - what we have - wouldn't fit inside a little picket fence. It wouldn't be right."
"So...why the drawing?" Tatsumi manages after a moment, gaze moving to the sketchbook, and back again to Watari.
Watari shrugs and reaches up to straighten Tatsumi’s glasses. "I never said I didn't like the idea, Tatsumi. I just said it doesn't always turn out the way people expect it to."
Looking into Watari's eyes, Tatsumi thinks that he understands the things Watari's not saying as much as the things he is. And he thinks that he likes that.
Author: kitsune_tsuki
Pairing: Tatsumi x Watari
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Theme: #25 - Fence
Disclaimer: I don't own YnM, I just like to borrow it for a bit.
Summary: Tatsumi and Watari indulge in cocoa and late night pseudo-philosophy.
There are few things that actually manage to surprise Tatsumi when it comes to Watari. Some things are to be expected, given who Watari is, and some things…well. Some things aren’t so much surprises as…revelations. And even then, they tend to be the sort of thing that made one realize what they hadn't really considered about someone. Something that probably should have been obvious, but...wasn't.
"What are you working on?"
Watari shrugs and peers critically at the sketchbook in front of him, image partially done and rapidly taking shape beneath the pencil in his hand. "Hmmm?"
Tatsumi sighs inwardly and walks over to the kitchen counter, staring at the pot of cocoa and trying to decide if it would be worth it to make a pot of tea or simply indulge himself. It's late enough, or early enough, depending on one's point of view that either would be perfect, and -
"I asked you what you were working on," Tatsumi says, looking for his mug and finding only Watari's.
A look through the cupboards results in him discovering an empty canister of tea and what looks to be one of Watari's candy stashes, but no mug. Frowning, Tatsumi turns to lean against the counter and glances over to see Watari erasing a section of his drawing, and over the edge of his bathrobe a glimpse of what looks very much like his mug. Mystery solved, so it would seem.
"A cliché." Watari answers, sounding distracted and a little amused - more at himself or whatever he's doing - to judge by the cant of his eyebrows and the slight quirk of his mouth. "I thought I'd try my hand at it, just once."
Tatsumi walks over to the table and looks over Watari’s shoulder at the sketchbook and raises an eyebrow. "Is that - "
"It is," Watari says, and when Tatsumi looks at him he's smiling. "What do you think?"
Tatsumi has learned through experience that what Watari say is not always what Watari means. It has taken a great deal of trial and error to learn this one not so simple thing, and Tatsumi doesn't need to work quite so hard at it anymore. "I wasn't aware you were the sort to favor picket fences."
Watari glances at him and his smile turns a little secretive. "I have my little secrets, you know."
And Tatsumi does know, one of which is the fact that...well, that Watari can apparently draw. He says as much.
Watari snorts and turns his attention to a different section of the drawing. "I do have a degree in engineering, Tatsumi. I just tend to do much better at technical drawings than...other things."
A fact that's becoming abundantly clear as Watari adds in what appear to be certain figures beside the diagrams, and Tatsumi...it's not quite a wince, and not quite a smile as he watches them take form.
"So I see." Tatsumi says, reaching for the mug on the table.
Watari looks up at him and raises an eyebrow of his own as Tatsumi takes a drink, settling back into his chair, apparently content to watch Watari work.
"That was mine, you know."
Tatsumi smiles slightly as he takes another drink. "But you used my mug."
"So I did."
Tatsumi watches Watari watching him and...well. There's a question that needs to be asked and clearly he's the one not asking it. He's beginning to think it was a mistake not to go back to bed when he realized Watari was gone, but, well...
"Is that the sort of cliché you..." And Tatsumi stops because he's not quite sure how to phrase the question. He can't ask if it's something Watari believes in, because he's not entirely sure people are supposed to believe in clichés, so much as live them. And he’s not sure what it would mean if -
"For the record?" Watari says, definitely amused at Tatsumi’s unease as he steals the mug back and takes a sip, "It's not something I ever wanted. Not...like that, anyway. Which is really sort of...hmm...proof, I think."
"Proof?"
Watari shrugs and gestures at the sketchbook. "The whole point of that is to want things to be a certain way, for things to be...ideal, maybe. Perfect. And we both know that life just isn't like that. Things and events and whatever else prevent it - maybe even work against it."
Tatsumi frowns and takes the mug from Watari when he offers it. "So what you're saying is that...wanting something like that is pointless?"
Watari scowls and grabs the mug back, holding it almost protectively. "That's not what I'm saying at all, Tatsumi. I'm saying that that kind of cliché is...it's a little too perfect, if anything. It's not right for everyone and there are too many people who don't realize it. I'm not saying it's not nice to think about or maybe want, but...it's not always going to work out the way people expect it to."
"I...see."
"You do not," Watari says, shooting Tatsumi a dark look as he realizes the mug is empty. "You wouldn't look so confused if you did."
And...Watari's right of course, he almost always is when it comes to Tatsumi. That doesn't mean that it makes things any easier between them, but it does help.
"Perhaps you should explain your theory a little better then?"
Watari smiles, one of his sharp-edged ones that means he's accepted whatever challenge has been thrown his way. "All right."
Tatsumi watches Watari as he gets up to refill the mug, frowning slightly in the way that means he's giving serious thought to something, and he knows whatever Watari says will be -
He's caught off-guard by the kiss, which is warm and sweet and tastes of cocoa, but he doesn't think he really minds that much, and by the time that thought registers Watari pulls back and smirks at him. Just a little.
"You see?" Watari says, staring at him as though he actually expects an answer. "This - what we have - wouldn't fit inside a little picket fence. It wouldn't be right."
"So...why the drawing?" Tatsumi manages after a moment, gaze moving to the sketchbook, and back again to Watari.
Watari shrugs and reaches up to straighten Tatsumi’s glasses. "I never said I didn't like the idea, Tatsumi. I just said it doesn't always turn out the way people expect it to."
Looking into Watari's eyes, Tatsumi thinks that he understands the things Watari's not saying as much as the things he is. And he thinks that he likes that.