[ drabble ] heart scenes (rei/sakura)
Title: Heart Scenes
Fandom: Code:Breaker
Pairing: Ogami Rei/Sakurakouji Sakura
Theme: Snow
Rating: T
Words: 500
Warnings: None
Notes: Because Rei's too much of a wuss to make snow angels.
heart scenes
these are the moments that matter.
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.
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Sakura has history with snow.
And it’s not really good history either.
Being a marital artist, she craves constant motion, and typically wears clothes that allow for freedom of movement and are airy enough to let her body breathe as she moves. So, naturally, since going out in the snow requires one to bundle up and cover every inch of their body to avoid acquiring frostbite or pneumonia, Sakura hates going out to play in the snow, and has always hated it since she started martial arts. But today, since everyone else in Shibuya Mansion-excluding Rei, of course, since being a user of fire, he automatically rejects the idea of frolicking in frozen drinking water-wants to make snowmen and snow angels; she puts her hatred aside and pulls her coat and mittens on without a fuss.
All that’s left is to convince the raven-haired sadist to come out of the Bat Cave.
“Ogami, it’s not that cold outside!” she calls, rapping her knuckles against the wooden door. She hears him move, shift out from under something-his covers?-and listens to his footsteps come closer and closer to the door.
“Explain to me why I have to freeze my ass off out in subzero temperatures.”
Sakura’s answers is as simple and easy as breathing: “Because I want you to.”
“What sort of reason is that?”
“It’s the only one I’m willing to give you, Ogami,” Sakura replies, lowering her hands to her hips when the door whips open inches from her face. She’s right-t-shirt, shorts, black hair ruffled, unkempt, and messy, that lazy bum-he was sleeping. She forcefully pokes the bundle of clothes she’s holding in her hands into his chest and raises her face to his. “Now, get dressed.”
“I am not going outside just to make snow angels.”
Sakura folds her hands over her chest.
“Can’t you do it this once, Ogami?” she asks, fluttering her pink-hued eyelashes innocently. Rei doesn’t even bat an eye at it.
“No.”
There’s no other choice then. “Yuuki-kun said he’d draw on your walls.”
“I don’t care.”
“Toki-kun told me he’d throw away that porn stash you’re hiding.”
“Where does he-?!”
“Prince-dono said she’ll make you pay dearly if you don’t come.”
“Let her try.”
Sakura sighs, drops her head, “Please?”
Rei merely gazes at her, his blue eyes softer now, smoldering in the dimly lit hallway, “Why does it matter to you so much?”
“Because it’s something that families do, Ogami,” she replies simply. Big mistake-Rei’s eyes narrow, darken, boil.
“This is not a family,” he answers, his voice low, dangerous. His left hand clenches, she frowns at it, and closes her eyes.
“Please, Ogami,” she continues, throwing herself into his arms, wrapping her own around him in the next moment. Her last resort, her trump card-it has to work.
Her hug reaches him: “Fine.”
And he slams the door to get dressed.
.
end.
Fandom: Code:Breaker
Pairing: Ogami Rei/Sakurakouji Sakura
Theme: Snow
Rating: T
Words: 500
Warnings: None
Notes: Because Rei's too much of a wuss to make snow angels.
heart scenes
these are the moments that matter.
.
.
.
Sakura has history with snow.
And it’s not really good history either.
Being a marital artist, she craves constant motion, and typically wears clothes that allow for freedom of movement and are airy enough to let her body breathe as she moves. So, naturally, since going out in the snow requires one to bundle up and cover every inch of their body to avoid acquiring frostbite or pneumonia, Sakura hates going out to play in the snow, and has always hated it since she started martial arts. But today, since everyone else in Shibuya Mansion-excluding Rei, of course, since being a user of fire, he automatically rejects the idea of frolicking in frozen drinking water-wants to make snowmen and snow angels; she puts her hatred aside and pulls her coat and mittens on without a fuss.
All that’s left is to convince the raven-haired sadist to come out of the Bat Cave.
“Ogami, it’s not that cold outside!” she calls, rapping her knuckles against the wooden door. She hears him move, shift out from under something-his covers?-and listens to his footsteps come closer and closer to the door.
“Explain to me why I have to freeze my ass off out in subzero temperatures.”
Sakura’s answers is as simple and easy as breathing: “Because I want you to.”
“What sort of reason is that?”
“It’s the only one I’m willing to give you, Ogami,” Sakura replies, lowering her hands to her hips when the door whips open inches from her face. She’s right-t-shirt, shorts, black hair ruffled, unkempt, and messy, that lazy bum-he was sleeping. She forcefully pokes the bundle of clothes she’s holding in her hands into his chest and raises her face to his. “Now, get dressed.”
“I am not going outside just to make snow angels.”
Sakura folds her hands over her chest.
“Can’t you do it this once, Ogami?” she asks, fluttering her pink-hued eyelashes innocently. Rei doesn’t even bat an eye at it.
“No.”
There’s no other choice then. “Yuuki-kun said he’d draw on your walls.”
“I don’t care.”
“Toki-kun told me he’d throw away that porn stash you’re hiding.”
“Where does he-?!”
“Prince-dono said she’ll make you pay dearly if you don’t come.”
“Let her try.”
Sakura sighs, drops her head, “Please?”
Rei merely gazes at her, his blue eyes softer now, smoldering in the dimly lit hallway, “Why does it matter to you so much?”
“Because it’s something that families do, Ogami,” she replies simply. Big mistake-Rei’s eyes narrow, darken, boil.
“This is not a family,” he answers, his voice low, dangerous. His left hand clenches, she frowns at it, and closes her eyes.
“Please, Ogami,” she continues, throwing herself into his arms, wrapping her own around him in the next moment. Her last resort, her trump card-it has to work.
Her hug reaches him: “Fine.”
And he slams the door to get dressed.
.
end.