Title: In Memories We Stand Chapter 2
Summary: Miharu is set on making the most of their time together.
Notes: Okay first and foremost, this is not a fic that will end all thoughtful or angst or anything. It is just meant to be a little cracky, and silly, despise how it starts at the beginning. Un-betaed, so all the mistakes are my own >~< Oh! Also this is based in the anime-world, so we kind of know where these two are at.
Warning: Intersexual in drag.... But is that considered a warning? Is not like cross-dressing to be honest XD Let us all remember just how... unique Miharu's fashion sense is heh? So this is also a warning too...
You can find Chapter 1 here...
The days passed in a lively matter with Miharu dropping in everyday to see him, occasionally accompanied by his friends. The subject of the winder festival didn't come back, not even in the silent yet comfortable moments they always find themselves enjoying. Despise the constant remainder of what it would mean, Yoite never felt the necessity of voicing any of his thoughts. He knew the time would come soon enough.
Besides, it was not like he won't end up doing it. He will not back out from his promise. Yoite couldn't explain why, but it meant a lot to him to make Miharu happy. When he threatened him to work together, inexplicably the young shinobi stuck to him like glue, and, despise the bafflement he felt at the beginning, he slowly started to warm up to him. So far they have come together that even his decaying senses started to make his voice, his image, his smell, everything about him stand out. Even now, with his sight pretty much being the only remaining sense left, he could still detect Miharu's presence by instinct.
With such a meaningful person in his life, of course Yoite would want to do something meaningful for them in return. If it implied sometimes doing weird request for the Nabari no Ou, so be it.
One day he was leisurely working on his scarf when Miharu walked up to the room with a small white box in his hands. At seeing that, he immediately knew what it meant, and figured that it was finally time. Trying to calm down his heart, he remained with a calm expression so as to not make Miharu take notice of his anxiousness.
"Good evening, Miharu."
"Yoite," he greeted happily, placing the box on a couch next to his. Sitting by his side, Miharu grabbed his arm in a gentle squeeze, "how are you feeling today?"
Yoite smiled back, "I'm fine."
Sensing the open invitation, Miharu leaned against him, whispering to his chest. "Today is the winter festival."
He remained quiet, not feeling the necessity to answer. Leaning back, Yoite decided to wait for Miharu to continue. It was always comfortable how Miharu had the sense of knowing when it was necessary for him to talk or not. It is as if words are not needed between the two, and their connection goes far beyond this physical realm. It is still pretty confusing for him how this is possible, but has learned to accept it. He certainly knows that this being called Miharu Rokujo will forever be a mystery to him.
Miharu turned his head a little sideways, as if to check that the box was still there. "Will you need help?"
As soon as he heard that question, despise the innocence of it, Yoite felt the invasion of conflicting emotions enveloping him once again. Fear, joy, warmth, cold, hesitance, all at the same time in a span of a second. How complicated the heart can be, he thinks. Before, he would claim being empty, and constantly ran away from them, but these feelings always caught up to him. Now they seem to want to make up for the time they were ignored, with wave after wave of powerful feelings roaming inside him.
Kira was not what usually left him breathless nowadays.
"I'll manage." He finally answered quietly.
Slowly removing himself from their embrace, Miharu got up to the door. "I'll be in the next room in case you need help."
Yoite gave him a slow nod, watching how the young shinobi left the room. At the click of the shutting door, he finally rested his eyes on the white box by the couch.
White, pure, untouched. Steeling his nerves, he took a slow breath, before getting up to open the box.
He did a double take at the contents of the box. He has seen some dresses worn by Hanabusa-san, Yukimi's sister, and Miharu's friend. Yet, this was... something new. The bows, and frills, and layers gave him an idea that this was no ordinary dress. Dread was once again gripping his lungs so tightly that he had a count his breathing for 10 seconds before continuing. He should have seen this coming. Miharu, after all, had a different sense of fashion according to what his friends have told him. He has seen too how sometimes he comes in with a particular combination of colors in his clothes.
Gau once commented that he and Raikou would have made a new sense of style in the world have they had the opportunity.
He took each clothing, trying to figure out how did it all go. By the time he was taking out the stockings, corset, and petticoat, Yoite pleaded that Miharu would at least let him keep his cap on.
To be continued...
Maaaaan! This took longer than the first one. Pretty much because it had the first chapter figured it all out before I even wrote it down in my computer. Hopefully the next chapters won't be as difficult, now the more people will start interacting in the story >~<
Review please! Comments are always welcome, they are the cookies to my diet 83