{18--Sakurai Sho/Horikita Maki} The Love of Red
Title: The Love of Red | Five Drabbles
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sakurai Sho/Horikita Maki
Author’s Note: Written for frostbittenlove who also loves the color red. Thank you for always being there for me, bb. I hope you like this and ahlaaaaaahve you. ♥ (But oh man, the title sounds really, uh, generic and overall lame. I am sorry. ;O;)
Gloves
Red cashmere gloves arrive in a red box tied with an ivory bow.
Maki sits on her bed with the box on her lap, a smile hanging on her lips as she holds the gloves in her palms. Her thumbs rub gently against the material before slipping them onto her hands. They fit perfectly as she’d expected them to.
Sho had been trying, as subtly as he possibly could, to figure out the size of her hands for a couple of weeks now. He would lace his fingers with her whenever she rested in his arms as they watched movies at her flat, and he’d try to distract her by whispering into her ears. Whenever they go shopping or dining or walking, he’d take her hand whenever he could, occasionally squeezing it as if to make sure she hadn’t disappeared.
She knew what he’d been trying to do, though she didn’t know that he’d done all of this for a pair of gloves. Not that none of those gestures were unwelcomed, of course. He hasn’t stopped repeating those gestures since then, anyway.
She brings her gloved hands to her face and rubs her cheeks, her smile growing wider.
Coat
She sends him a message in the morning stating that she’ll be going to Berlindale.
After sending her a congratulatory message with a confetti emoticon-an understatement of how he’s actually feeling-he immediately turns on his Macbook and starts looking for winter clothing.
She’ll need a coat, he says to himself, a pea coat and durable buttons. He begins to browse through department store websites, making note of the brands and styles that he thinks she would like. Then he takes a look at his schedule for the upcoming week and rearranges his outings around to fit a shopping date. He comes up with three possible times and sends them in a message to her.
Then he waits for what it seems like an eternity to him. He can’t sit still so he opens his wardrobe and checks the collection of coats he has, feeling the fabrics and wondering if she’d be warm in them. He lets his mind focus on that while he waits, and luckily for him, she replies as soon as he’s examined about five coats.
It’s a photo reply this time and he opens up the attachment quickly.
She’s holding up a red pea coat with gold shiny buttons. I’ve already found myself a coat for Berlindale, the caption reads.
Why red? he types back, suppressing a smile.
He waits again for an answer, but this time it only takes about four heartbeats for her to give him one.
I like red.
Heels
Maki knows something is out of the ordinary when she arrives to her green room and spots a Christian Louboutin box sitting on the make-up table. It's not that she's never worn Louboutin heels for photo shoots, but she doesn't think the outfits she's provided with today calls for such expensive shoes.
The stylist pops her head in at the door just as Maki sets her bag down on a chair. "Maki-chan, have you looked at the shoes?" the woman asks, her eyes sparkling. "They were delivered this morning straight from Paris and will be your only pair for today's shoot.” With that, the stylist leaves, closing the door behind to tend to other matters.
Maki blinks, processing the information as she lifts the cover of the box to reveal a pair of red suede pumps hidden underneath the tissue paper. There is a handwritten note addressed to her tucked into one of the shoes and she takes it out, smoothing out the paper with her fingers.
I hope these are comfortable for you is written in familiar handwriting.
He’s a little lame at times but it’s not a big deal to her because he tries his best, even while he’s in London covering the Olympic Games, to make her smile.
Cup
A red cup.
He sees it the moment he steps into her kitchen but his eyes doesn’t stop there. Lined up next to this shiny, brand-new red cup is a green one. He then watches as she picks up the pair of cups and takes them over to the kitchen table where a pot of tea is waiting to be served.
She hands him the green one when it’s been filled and he takes it from her, not without letting his fingers brush against hers for more than a few seconds. He watches her blush as they both sip their tea in silence. It’s only when he’s halfway finished that he realizes that she’s drinking out of the red cup, and that he finally has a place-aside from the bed-in her flat. Not that he’s never left any articles of clothing at her place, but he always remembers to retrieve them.
He won’t have to do that with this cup because she’s the one who bought it. And he really hopes this is a sign. A good sign.
“Thank you for the tea,” he whispers, using his free hand to pull her closer.
She smiles.
And for everything else.
Daisy
It’s the morning of her birthday and she wakes up to a single red daisy sitting on her bedside table. It’s different from the flowers that he normally sends over as those are always extravagant with silk bows and handwritten notes. But she likes this simple daisy as much as the others anyway because it’s the thought that counts. Knowing him, he must have gone though a few dozen ideas (and probably listed them out in a spreadsheet) before finally settling on sending a single flower.
She sits up in bed and brings the daisy to her nose for a sniff. It’s a soft, comforting scent, perfect for a morning like this.
She sets the flower down on the table and grabs her cell phone. She doesn’t really use the web that often so it takes her some time to navigate the browser on her phone. She types in ‘red daisy meanings’ into a search engine and clicks on the first relevant link shown.
There are descriptions about white daisies, yellow daisies and then, finally, red daisies.
“A red daisy stands for beauty unknown to the possessor.”
She tilts her head sideways with a grin and wonders what kind of beauty he sees in her.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sakurai Sho/Horikita Maki
Author’s Note: Written for frostbittenlove who also loves the color red. Thank you for always being there for me, bb. I hope you like this and ahlaaaaaahve you. ♥ (But oh man, the title sounds really, uh, generic and overall lame. I am sorry. ;O;)
Gloves
Red cashmere gloves arrive in a red box tied with an ivory bow.
Maki sits on her bed with the box on her lap, a smile hanging on her lips as she holds the gloves in her palms. Her thumbs rub gently against the material before slipping them onto her hands. They fit perfectly as she’d expected them to.
Sho had been trying, as subtly as he possibly could, to figure out the size of her hands for a couple of weeks now. He would lace his fingers with her whenever she rested in his arms as they watched movies at her flat, and he’d try to distract her by whispering into her ears. Whenever they go shopping or dining or walking, he’d take her hand whenever he could, occasionally squeezing it as if to make sure she hadn’t disappeared.
She knew what he’d been trying to do, though she didn’t know that he’d done all of this for a pair of gloves. Not that none of those gestures were unwelcomed, of course. He hasn’t stopped repeating those gestures since then, anyway.
She brings her gloved hands to her face and rubs her cheeks, her smile growing wider.
Coat
She sends him a message in the morning stating that she’ll be going to Berlindale.
After sending her a congratulatory message with a confetti emoticon-an understatement of how he’s actually feeling-he immediately turns on his Macbook and starts looking for winter clothing.
She’ll need a coat, he says to himself, a pea coat and durable buttons. He begins to browse through department store websites, making note of the brands and styles that he thinks she would like. Then he takes a look at his schedule for the upcoming week and rearranges his outings around to fit a shopping date. He comes up with three possible times and sends them in a message to her.
Then he waits for what it seems like an eternity to him. He can’t sit still so he opens his wardrobe and checks the collection of coats he has, feeling the fabrics and wondering if she’d be warm in them. He lets his mind focus on that while he waits, and luckily for him, she replies as soon as he’s examined about five coats.
It’s a photo reply this time and he opens up the attachment quickly.
She’s holding up a red pea coat with gold shiny buttons. I’ve already found myself a coat for Berlindale, the caption reads.
Why red? he types back, suppressing a smile.
He waits again for an answer, but this time it only takes about four heartbeats for her to give him one.
I like red.
Heels
Maki knows something is out of the ordinary when she arrives to her green room and spots a Christian Louboutin box sitting on the make-up table. It's not that she's never worn Louboutin heels for photo shoots, but she doesn't think the outfits she's provided with today calls for such expensive shoes.
The stylist pops her head in at the door just as Maki sets her bag down on a chair. "Maki-chan, have you looked at the shoes?" the woman asks, her eyes sparkling. "They were delivered this morning straight from Paris and will be your only pair for today's shoot.” With that, the stylist leaves, closing the door behind to tend to other matters.
Maki blinks, processing the information as she lifts the cover of the box to reveal a pair of red suede pumps hidden underneath the tissue paper. There is a handwritten note addressed to her tucked into one of the shoes and she takes it out, smoothing out the paper with her fingers.
I hope these are comfortable for you is written in familiar handwriting.
He’s a little lame at times but it’s not a big deal to her because he tries his best, even while he’s in London covering the Olympic Games, to make her smile.
Cup
A red cup.
He sees it the moment he steps into her kitchen but his eyes doesn’t stop there. Lined up next to this shiny, brand-new red cup is a green one. He then watches as she picks up the pair of cups and takes them over to the kitchen table where a pot of tea is waiting to be served.
She hands him the green one when it’s been filled and he takes it from her, not without letting his fingers brush against hers for more than a few seconds. He watches her blush as they both sip their tea in silence. It’s only when he’s halfway finished that he realizes that she’s drinking out of the red cup, and that he finally has a place-aside from the bed-in her flat. Not that he’s never left any articles of clothing at her place, but he always remembers to retrieve them.
He won’t have to do that with this cup because she’s the one who bought it. And he really hopes this is a sign. A good sign.
“Thank you for the tea,” he whispers, using his free hand to pull her closer.
She smiles.
And for everything else.
Daisy
It’s the morning of her birthday and she wakes up to a single red daisy sitting on her bedside table. It’s different from the flowers that he normally sends over as those are always extravagant with silk bows and handwritten notes. But she likes this simple daisy as much as the others anyway because it’s the thought that counts. Knowing him, he must have gone though a few dozen ideas (and probably listed them out in a spreadsheet) before finally settling on sending a single flower.
She sits up in bed and brings the daisy to her nose for a sniff. It’s a soft, comforting scent, perfect for a morning like this.
She sets the flower down on the table and grabs her cell phone. She doesn’t really use the web that often so it takes her some time to navigate the browser on her phone. She types in ‘red daisy meanings’ into a search engine and clicks on the first relevant link shown.
There are descriptions about white daisies, yellow daisies and then, finally, red daisies.
“A red daisy stands for beauty unknown to the possessor.”
She tilts her head sideways with a grin and wonders what kind of beauty he sees in her.