Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-12 02:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | fujimiya ran, kaneko kei, naoe nagi, shades of grey, weiß kreuz |
[Weiß Kreuz] Memories
Title: Memories
Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Pairing or POV: Kei/Nagi
Written for: petermaxwell
Special Note: A birthday drabble written for Saishi, and based on our characters from the wk_au RPG.
Kei didn't often lounge - it wasn't in his personality to laze around, and he felt a little uncomfortable positioning himself on furniture as though it was made to be draped over. Nagi could lounge - his lover had the questionable ability to arrange himself in feline contortions that left Kei occasionally wondering whether Nagi was entirely human. Today, Kei was attempting to imitate him, his body curled over the seat of a chair. One side nestled the back of the chair, while his leg swung casually over the arm and his eyes drooped half-shut. He wasn't nearly as relaxed as he appeared - it was a special day and he could barely hide the near-vibrating intensity with which he watched the door, waiting for Nagi to appear in it. Behind him, on the floor, sat a bag. It wasn't truly concealed, of course. The scent of hamburgers, by now as familiar to the house as Nagi's constant coffee supply, floated from it.
Just as Kei shifted uncomfortably, the door opened, Nagi's head poking through as he frowned and sniffed the air. A grin hit his lips a moment later as he closed the door behind himself, dropping his bookbag onto the floor and smirking at Kei. "What's with you?"
Kei blushed faintly, pushing himself up properly and reaching for the bag. As he did so, his hand made a slight detour, grabbing the real gift - concealed by both his body and the scent from the bag, and added it to the offering. "Happy birthday, lover," he murmured, holding out bag and blossoms both. The bag was from the place they'd first eaten the food - hamburgers carefully gotten while Nagi had been at school. The flowers were from Kei's shop, and he'd arranged them himself. He had a vase waiting for them in the kitchen, already prepared.
A globe of amaranth nestled between two types of jasmine - cape and Indian - and a cedar leaf was tucked into the binding that held the flowers together. The final flower in the arrangement, used for filler only, held no meaning beyond nostalgia. The goldenrod sprinkled through the other blossoms like specks of sunshine.
Violet eyes lifted to Nagi, waiting with baited breath as he offered up both hamburger and flowers to his shocked lover. A soft smile touched his lips, and he moved forward, setting the flowers into Nagi's hand and gathering him close. "Do you know, I can still remember the first time you touched me without thinking about it?" Whispering a kiss over Nagi's forehead, Kei closed his eyes. His florist's nose could smell the flowers over the thick scent of cooked beef and condiments. "And I remember how horrified you looked the first time you ate one of these. Can you?"
Mutely, Nagi wound his arms around Kei's body, clinging close as he closed his own eyes. There were times he wanted nothing more than to forget almost everything of that time. But forgetting everything would mean forgetting that... so he kept the few good memories close. "I remember, Aya," he finally whispered, unwilling to say more with words. Instead, he slipped free one of the Indian Jasmines and tucked it into Kei's hair.
Word Count: 538