Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-12 02:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | naoe nagi, schuldig, weiß kreuz |
[Weiß Kreuz] Christmas
Title: Christmas
Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Pairing or POV: Schuldig + Nagi
Written for: petermaxwell
Special Note: One more of the Christmas drabble, and another that became a ficlet. Merry Christmas, Saishi... Thank you for this request.
Blank eyes stared out the window, watching the snowflakes make lacework against the glass as Nagi sipped at his tea. The blanket he was cuddled in wrapped itself around him a little more tightly, enveloping him in warmth. He liked watching the snow when he knew that he'd have to do nothing about it - not go out in it, not shovel it, nothing at all. At night especially, he loved the glittering substance. It was beautiful the way it blanketed everything in purity. If he'd kept in touch with Tot, he might have gone to see her. He might have swirled the snow around her until she was as enchanted with it as she'd been with the cherry blossoms.
It would have been nice to see the wonder in her eyes. Such memories had served to block the bitterness beginning to fill him, but lately, they'd worn thin. He sighed, kicking up a tiny snowstorm along the apartment walk before looking down at his tea. Slender fingers wrapped around the mug, finding warmth within, and he prodded a couple of stray tea leaves still floating on the surface. As they floated out to the edge, the doorbell rang.
Nagi's head came up sharply, and he stared at the door for a moment as though trying to feel past it to the person beyond. But he was not a telepath, and never had been. Instead, he finally unlocked it, watching the door swing open to reveal a head of brassy red hair and two laughing eyes. "Schuldig."
Schuldig nodded, brushing against Nagi's mind in familiar greeting as he hauled two bags into the room and kicked the door shut behind him. "Hey, Nagi," he said easily, dropping the duffel by the door and bringing the white grocery bag further into the room. He dropped onto the window seat across from Nagi, reaching into the bag and withdrawing a brightly-wrapped present before handing it to Nagi. The telekinetic stared at it for several minutes, then lifted confused eyes to Schuldig.
"What's this?"
Schuldig snorted, shaking his head at Nagi. He stretched, draping himself against the wall and watching the younger man with half-hidden excitement. "It's called a present, Nagi. People give them to each other this time of year." His mocking voice held a thread of affection within it, but Nagi ignored the tone, floating the gift back to Schuldig.
"Not interested." And he wasn't. He didn't want to know what he'd been missing all these years. He didn't want to bother hoping that maybe sometime in the future, someone would descend on him again uninvited just to bring him a gift. Such things didn't happen to him, current evidence notwithstanding, and certainly it would never happen again. Which meant that in order to keep from getting his hopes up, he had to squash the idea before it took hold.
"Of course you're interested," Schuldig snorted. "Did you forget who you were talking to?" He tossed the present back, and Nagi reflexively caught it. "You're so busy lying to yourself about the best way to protect yourself that you haven't bothered to think about anyone else." His foot moved forward, nudging Nagi's, and the telekinetic drew his toes up into the blanket carefully.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Nagi demanded, glaring at Schuldig. "Who else should I think about?" His fingers played over the box, though, testing it carefully. He itched to open it since Schuldig had issued the challenge.
"How about me, for starters? You're fucking impossible to find, you know? It took me three years to track you down after you disappeared, and when I did, you moved before I could even make it to your front door, you brat." Schuldig reached out, touching Nagi's hand. The slender fingers drew back, storm-dark eyes lifting to glare at the telepath. He sighed, pulling away again. "Suit yourself. I just thought it might do you some good to know that there are people out there who give a shit about you."
Nagi frowned, peering at Schuldig for a long minute before turning his attention to the paper. He unwrapped the gift methodically, watching the brown box reveal itself. It was plain, no hint of its contents pasted on the outside, and Nagi found his curiosity increasing rather than fading. "What is it?" he asked softly, and winced when he heard the mental laughter echoing through his mind.
"Open it and find out, kiddo," Schuldig said, nudging the box with his foot. Nagi nodded, risking a glance at Schuldig's face. The German was grinning widely, his eyes alight with a contentment that Nagi had never seen before, and he found himself wanting to hold onto the moment rather than destroy it. He carefully removed the tape, opening the flaps and peering within. Material of blue and shiny grey greeted the curious eyes, the softness immediately apparent to Nagi. He reached in, brushing his hand over it and feeling the luxury.
Two strong hands reached past his, lifting the material out to shake it open. The blanket was thick and fuzzy, and Schuldig rose, moving around Nagi as the telekinetic silently slipped out of his old blanket. Their eyes met as Schuldig wrapped Nagi up in the new one, and the German smiled gently, brushing his fingers over Nagi's cheek before drawing away. Being wrapped up felt a great deal like being hugged or held, the warm touch on his arms and tight around him cocooning him in an equally fuzzy emotion.
"Merry Christmas, Nagi," Schuldig drawled softly, reaching out to ruffle Nagi's hair. And Nagi smiled, locking the door before looking at Schuldig for several moments.
"You can stay with me while you're in town," he finally offered, the words tender and far more meaningful than an observer might guess. Schuldig nodded, dropping down beside Nagi and folding his hands in his lap.
"Sounds good, Nagi," Schuldig whispered in reply, closing his eyes in contentment. Satisfied, Nagi leaned back against the wall once more, watching the snow but feeling Schuldig nearby.
~End~
Word Count: 1009