Meki/Yuku - Original fiction - #30: Love
Title: Four Syllables
Fandom: Original fiction.
Characters: Meki/Yuku
Theme: #30 - Love
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes it's good to speak out of code. Once every fifteen years, maybe.
Disclaimer: Meki and Yuku are mine. It is advised they remain mine, because they're really just two sick bastards I can't imagine anyone else wanting.
It wasn't that they weren't good with words. They just didn't bother with them. It was senseless, and the phrase itself had a tendency to make them laugh or else cringe in almost all situations. It was, in the backs of their quite inhuman minds, one of the stranger things humanity had ever come up with.
However, the first time Meki actually told him he loved him outside of 'fuck you' and various threats, they had just realized they couldn't beat one another in a fight, and had ended up in considerable amounts of pain on the ground in the outskirts of Kyoto.
"I love you, you know," Meki said, cheerfully for someone who was already developing bruises and whose left shoulder was not in any normal position.
Yuku looked at him curiously while Meki tried to shift the bad arm and instead accidentally hit Yuku's side, making a mark Yuku hadn't been aware he'd had ache. "Even though I almost kicked your ass?" he said, indifferently.
"Actually I almost kicked yours," Meki pointed out.
Yuku absentmindedly twisted his fingers into Meki's hair, marginally relieved that there was no blood there. Meki was probably right, thinking back. Yuku might've been more ruthless, but Meki was still stronger. He wasn't going to admit that, though. "Well, maybe there was potential asskicking on both sides."
"That sounds right," Meki agreed, touching, gingerly, a scratch on Yuku's face. He was quiet for once, not really annoyed by Yuku tugging strands of his hair and tangling them into his fingers. Meki's hair was sweaty and there was a bruise where Yuku's hand was, but neither of them cared much.
Meki leaned over to kiss Yuku, making the corners of Yuku's mouth turn up slightly. "I think," Meki said, barely half-thoughtfully, "I love you because you almost kicked my ass."
Yuku loosened his grip on Meki's hair. "My reasons are probably equally stupid," he said, like it was one of the less stupid things he'd ever heard. He did smile then, mostly at having noticed the purple and blue skin at the edge of Meki's mouth.
"That's all right, then."
The second time Meki told Yuku he loved him was possibly a good sixteen years later. They were half-asleep and still bandaged from Lord Shi's attack three weeks beforehand.
"I love you," Meki said, in a babbly tone, "really, really ridiculously. Stupidly." He almost sounded baffled, holding onto Yuku in a possessive, demonic way only a fox could pull off.
Yuku didn't respond. His voice might've been muffled against Meki's collarbone, anyway. They slept in a way that looked painful and very nearly was. Meki's elbow, for instance, had been lodged into Yuku's shoulder for awhile. Yuku was no longer sure which limbs belonged to him, and Meki's toes were somewhere near his ankle.
"Really, you should marry me. That'd be interesting," Meki said absently.
"Probably," Yuku said. He studied Meki for a second or two, and Meki didn't look away, which was, at this point, strange. He pressed his fingers against Meki's temples, without thinking about it. "Do you love me," he asked, very quietly, because it was a heinous question, "or do you remember loving me?"
"That's a truly idiotic question."
"Yeah. Answer it."
Meki did think for a moment on the answer, and Yuku wasn't sure he liked that or not. "I remember it," he said finally. In the half second following that, Yuku tried to tell himself this was still progress, and anyway, he couldn't trust it to have stayed the same.
"From last year," Meki went on dryly. "You were a shitty librarian on top of everything else, but I did love you. Again, stupidly."
Yuku let out his breath and let go of Meki's face. He stretched out his legs, meeting the bones in Meki's ankles, and he didn't say anything.
Fandom: Original fiction.
Characters: Meki/Yuku
Theme: #30 - Love
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes it's good to speak out of code. Once every fifteen years, maybe.
Disclaimer: Meki and Yuku are mine. It is advised they remain mine, because they're really just two sick bastards I can't imagine anyone else wanting.
It wasn't that they weren't good with words. They just didn't bother with them. It was senseless, and the phrase itself had a tendency to make them laugh or else cringe in almost all situations. It was, in the backs of their quite inhuman minds, one of the stranger things humanity had ever come up with.
However, the first time Meki actually told him he loved him outside of 'fuck you' and various threats, they had just realized they couldn't beat one another in a fight, and had ended up in considerable amounts of pain on the ground in the outskirts of Kyoto.
"I love you, you know," Meki said, cheerfully for someone who was already developing bruises and whose left shoulder was not in any normal position.
Yuku looked at him curiously while Meki tried to shift the bad arm and instead accidentally hit Yuku's side, making a mark Yuku hadn't been aware he'd had ache. "Even though I almost kicked your ass?" he said, indifferently.
"Actually I almost kicked yours," Meki pointed out.
Yuku absentmindedly twisted his fingers into Meki's hair, marginally relieved that there was no blood there. Meki was probably right, thinking back. Yuku might've been more ruthless, but Meki was still stronger. He wasn't going to admit that, though. "Well, maybe there was potential asskicking on both sides."
"That sounds right," Meki agreed, touching, gingerly, a scratch on Yuku's face. He was quiet for once, not really annoyed by Yuku tugging strands of his hair and tangling them into his fingers. Meki's hair was sweaty and there was a bruise where Yuku's hand was, but neither of them cared much.
Meki leaned over to kiss Yuku, making the corners of Yuku's mouth turn up slightly. "I think," Meki said, barely half-thoughtfully, "I love you because you almost kicked my ass."
Yuku loosened his grip on Meki's hair. "My reasons are probably equally stupid," he said, like it was one of the less stupid things he'd ever heard. He did smile then, mostly at having noticed the purple and blue skin at the edge of Meki's mouth.
"That's all right, then."
The second time Meki told Yuku he loved him was possibly a good sixteen years later. They were half-asleep and still bandaged from Lord Shi's attack three weeks beforehand.
"I love you," Meki said, in a babbly tone, "really, really ridiculously. Stupidly." He almost sounded baffled, holding onto Yuku in a possessive, demonic way only a fox could pull off.
Yuku didn't respond. His voice might've been muffled against Meki's collarbone, anyway. They slept in a way that looked painful and very nearly was. Meki's elbow, for instance, had been lodged into Yuku's shoulder for awhile. Yuku was no longer sure which limbs belonged to him, and Meki's toes were somewhere near his ankle.
"Really, you should marry me. That'd be interesting," Meki said absently.
"Probably," Yuku said. He studied Meki for a second or two, and Meki didn't look away, which was, at this point, strange. He pressed his fingers against Meki's temples, without thinking about it. "Do you love me," he asked, very quietly, because it was a heinous question, "or do you remember loving me?"
"That's a truly idiotic question."
"Yeah. Answer it."
Meki did think for a moment on the answer, and Yuku wasn't sure he liked that or not. "I remember it," he said finally. In the half second following that, Yuku tried to tell himself this was still progress, and anyway, he couldn't trust it to have stayed the same.
"From last year," Meki went on dryly. "You were a shitty librarian on top of everything else, but I did love you. Again, stupidly."
Yuku let out his breath and let go of Meki's face. He stretched out his legs, meeting the bones in Meki's ankles, and he didn't say anything.