Filed under: 二次創作
hmm, why this title its so simple??? ahahaha ^o^ its a title from nabari no ou’s fanfic, esp. yoite x miharu fanfic.
this my fave fanfic, its so great, i can it from site but i forgot the address
saa, mite kudasai ^^b
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Yoite
came awake with a start. He blinked, then squinted as the afternoon sun shone
blindingly into his eyes. Raising a hand to shield them, he gazed sleepily at
his surroundings for a few moments before memory returned to him, just as a
shrill bell sounded. Oh yeah, school. Banten High. He winced at the bell’s
grating volume; from the looks of it, he had probably just missed the beginning
of English. Somehow he couldn’t quite bring himself to care.
He
stretched lazily. It was a relatively warm day for December, and he was in an
excellent position to soak up the sun’s weak glow, lying supine on the school’s
roof. It was only when he tried to roll over that he became aware of the
strange weight on his stomach. More puzzled than alarmed, he glanced down and
found a familiar dark head nestled there, small face pressed into his coat. A
rare smile graced Yoite’s face as he observed his friend, curled up beside and
partially atop him and soundly asleep, looking for all the world like a
contented cat.
Yoite
was well aware that many at school found his friendship with Rokujyou Miharu
somewhat odd. Not because they were opposites, but because they were so
similar; at least outwardly. He supposed people must think they had nothing to
say to each other, since both were so quiet and aloof. The thought made him
chuckle. Besides himself, only a select few got to see Miharu’s more talkative
side. To be fair, the same could be said of him; only two people in the world
could draw him out even a little, and Miharu was one of them. (Yukimi, his
roommate and guardian, was the other, but few knew that.)
He
sometimes wondered if having Miharu around was something like having a brother,
but as both of them were only children neither had any way of knowing, so he
didn’t waste much time pondering it too deeply. He and Miharu had been friends
since middle school, and he had grown accustomed to it. Miharu’s constant
presence at his side was as familiar as breathing. That was just the way it
was.
Miharu
was the only one permitted to touch him, too; not that Miharu was at all a
clingy sort of person. He didn’t really mind Yukimi, either, but he wasn’t
really a touchy-feely guy himself so it didn’t happen very often. Yoite didn’t
care much for human contact (maybe never having much of it as a child was
responsible for that), but with Miharu it was okay. Not that he gave much
thought to this, either. He just knew that lying on the roof like this, with
Miharu using him as a pillow, didn’t feel strange at all. It was comfortable,
in fact. As the bell went off one more time, Yoite looked down and lightly
rapped the top of Miharu’s head with his knuckles. “Oi, Rokujyou,” he said.
“Wake up.”
Miharu
scrunched up his face—Yoite was again reminded of a cat—and buried it further
into Yoite’s coat. Yoite just barely made out his sleepy mumble of “Don’t
wanna.” He chuckled again and sat up, dropping Miharu’s head unceremoniously in
his lap. Miharu grumbled something unintelligible, but finally sat up himself,
blinking. He yawned and shot Yoite a halfhearted glare. “I was comfortable, you
know.”
Yoite
smirked at him, unrepentant. “Yeah, so was I, until you came,” he replied.
Anyone else would have been shocked by the hint of humor in his voice. “You’re
heavier than you look.”
Miharu’s
response was cut short by another yawn, and he stretched his arms out. “What
time is it?”
Yoite
glanced at his watch. “We just missed the start of English. Kumohira’s going to
kill us.”
“He
might kill you, but he’s not going to do anything to me,” Miharu corrected him
breezily. “I’ll just tell him I was tired and he’ll forgive me.” It was common
knowledge that Kumohira was Miharu’s godfather and deeply attached to him,
although to be fair he never went easier on Miharu than the other students. Not
blatantly, anyway.
“I think
he hates me.”
“He
doesn’t hate you. He just dislikes you very strongly.”
“Whatever.”
Yoite shrugged. “We should probably go back to class now.” He got to his feet
and dusted himself off, then offered a hand to Miharu.
Miharu
gave a put-upon sigh and accepted the help up. “It’s kind of pointless now,” he
pointed out as Yoite collected their school bags. “He’s going to yell at us
just as much for being late as for not showing up at all.” He shivered suddenly
at the cold breeze that picked up, tangling in their sleep-tousled hair. Yoite
frowned as he realized that Miharu had only his school uniform and a light
jacket on.
“Idiot,”
he muttered. Dropping the bags and unwrapping his own scarf, he bent down
slightly and looped it securely around Miharu’s neck. “You’ll catch cold if we
stay out here.” He smiled, another gesture that none but Miharu and Yukimi ever
saw. “Then Kumohira really would kill me.”
Miharu
smiled back, cheeks flushed from the cold. He didn’t say “thank you,” but he
didn’t have to. Yoite understood. So he continued to smile as he handed Miharu
his bag and led the way back inside. All was as it should be in Yoite’s world.
And that was that.
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