"A Time For Everything"
I wrote this to make Becky hiss and spit at me for not producing a full series (because I can but I won't) hehe.

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No, actually, I wrote this because Nanba won't shut up and Himejima was quiet for once. ^^ Don't be fooled by the way their names are written-- neither have decided if he wants to top or something... =___= As for where this pairing basis came from, why Nanba and Himejima are suddenly ghei... er. The explanation is a little long, and I don't fancy writing it here. (It might actually be longer than the drabble? ^^;;;;) Maybe, some other time when I can sit before my computer to write a coherent post instead of squealing for most of it, I'll tell you guys the reason why. ^____^

And oh, it is embarrassingly short? ^^;;;;;;;

"A Time For Everything"
by
Jennifier D.





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It shouldn't be legal.

What Himejima had decorated his dorm room with-- it shouldn't be legal. And yet... it suited the other boy perfectly, right down to his ribboned hair and double-tailed coats (when it took his fancy to dress like someone a few centuries out of date, which was his default, actually.)

Since they started dating, he often wondered if he had finally lost it. He must be mad to be willing to give up all the pretty girls in the world for an egotistical, overly dramatic and impossibly narcissistic boy. (Yes, Himejima was beautiful, but so was he.) He didn't even know he was gay to begin with! And to think that he used to laugh at his uncle's plight... what had appeared to be extremely funny in the past seemed to be no longer so in the light of current events he was facing.

And yet, despite his misgivings, despite knowing that it would be impossible to turn back the moment he walked the path he chose, he still did it. There were days, moments where he felt like killing the person who claimed to love and adore him more than anything else in the world. And then there were days like this, where everything was soft and quiet, and he could watch the boy sleeping beside him without feeling threatened or embarrassed.

He would agree with Himejima's multiple admirers on one thing; the other was beautiful, too beautiful, and he knew it only too well. His pride, something which would have dulled another person's character, only managed to make him shine brighter than ever. The mere wording of that notion alone sounded ridiculous, but he knew it was true. Now, gazing down at those proud, refined features which were relaxed in sleep, noticing the long eyelashes, which brushed the top of proud cheekbones... and then, the perfect nose, lips, jaw...

Smiling ironically to himself, Nanba reached over and ran a finger lightly down Himejima's brow, over the arch of his straight nose and finally across that pair of petal soft lips. It was beginning to feel like obsession, this feeling that was slowly growing in his chest, day by day. But he found himself nonchalant of where his emotions would take him, despite the frequent exasperated feelings and the not so slight amount of fear.

His uncle had advised him to take things easy (and have a good time while he was at it) but he seriously doubted he could. He would try though, for both their sakes. Because even he could see that while he was beginning to turn smitten with the beautiful boy, Himejima himself was giving him everything he needed unconditionally, uncaring about the consequences.

"Nnn..." Pale eyelashes fluttered, and their owner blinked, revealing a pair of sleepy, dark blue eyes. Himejima lifted a hand to cover his mouth as he yawned, sighing softly in exhalation. "Guten Morgan, lovely."

Nanba smiled.

It was quiet moments like this that really mattered; he knew it, his uncle knew it too, and perhaps, that was why they were willing to take part in their respective boyfriends' madness, to accept being adored loudly and embarrassingly, to embrace and love with no regrets or fears. It was a kind of healing he could never do on his own and he was grateful to Himejima for making him take the chance when he would have normally chose to stay away.

Threading tapered fingers through Himejima's long, fine hair, coloured like spun silk, he leaned over and kissed the other boy on his forehead lightly.

"Good morning, Masao."


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