I can't decide if this is finished or not. I feel like I should've made more of it. But being as how I started it in Japan, in July, and it's still less than 1000 words, I figured I should stop tinkering and just get it out. Title is a corrupt version of a better title I'm saving for a more appropriate fic.
Title: Between You & Me
Pairing: Subaru+Yasu
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Rating: G :O
Notes: I wish it was longer. :X
Yasu is not put off when Subaru’s first words on opening the door to him are “What are you doing here?”
Yasu smiles brightly. “I thought I’d drop by to say goodbye to Taeko-san. It’s the last day before your parents go off to Australia, isn’t it?”
Subaru rolls his eyes. “Are you an idiot or what? They went this morning?”
Yasu frowns a little. “Really? I was sure you said it was tomorrow.” He brightens, offering Subaru the bottle in his hand. “I guess we’ll just have to drink the sake ourselves, then.”
“…I could force myself.”
So they do.
“It’s so funny, how your mum likes me so much,” giggles Yasu.
“Yeah, hilarious,” says Subaru sourly. “She keeps saying ‘That nice Yasuda boy hasn’t been over in a while, why don’t you invite him?’”
“Why don’t you? I thought you wanted me to come and be friends with her.”
“After that time you were here and she got the baby photos out?” Subaru shudders. “Never again. It’s disgusting!”
Yasu giggles again. “Maybe she wants a toyboy.”
Subaru puts his hands over his ears, cringing. “Don’t! Don’t even think it! I don’t need you as my stepdad!” He takes a long drink and fills up their glasses again. “I think my brothers and me were a disappointment to her. You must be like the daughter she never had,” he finishes, straight-faced.
“I’m flattered I’m sure.”
“You should be. She hasn’t liked all my friends. But you’re sweet and cute, and respectful to old people, and you like kids. You’re the sort of person mums want their sons to marry, I guess.”
“…Daughters,” Yasu corrects after a moment.
“Whatever.”
“Maybe she thinks I could be a good influence on you.”
“Yeah, when things get a bit rough I can always think ‘It could be worse - I could be Yasu’,” Subaru says cheerfully.
Yasu pushes him off the sofa, but when Subaru seems quite content to stay on the floor Yasu joins him, lying down next to him and propping his head on his hand.
“Are you gonna miss them?”
After a long moment, Subaru nods. “I guess so. I mean, cooking is a pain. And I can’t remember what day which rubbish gets collected.”
Yasu finishes his drink and stretches out onto his back. “You need a girlfriend to look after you,” he says to the ceiling.
Subaru snorts. “And where am I gonna get one of those?”
Yasu doesn’t say anything. He’s quiet for a moment before sitting up suddenly and exclaiming “You should have a party!”
Subaru starts a little at Yasu’s sudden enthusiasm, making a face. “Nah, I hate parties in my own house, people always wreck the place.”
“We should have one at my house instead then.”
“Idiot, your parents aren’t away anywhere!”
“Well, we could just watch DVDs and stuff then. Just us. If you’re, y’know, bored.”
“That’s not a party.”
Yasu sighs, lying back down on his side, pillowing his head on his arms. “I guess not.”
Yasu’s quiet for a few minutes, and Subaru thinks maybe he’s fallen asleep. He leans over to poke him to wake him up, because he’s not carrying Yasu anywhere, when Yasu asks “Do you wish you could go on a trip too?” He sounds kind of dreamy.
Subaru thinks about it. “I still kinda wanna go to England. And Australia would be cool.” He pauses. “…In fact, I think it’s ‘cos I mentioned it that mum and dad decided to go.” He scowls. “And of course, they had to go now, when I’m busy. Not fair.”
“We could go another time,” says Yasu brightly, sounding a lot more alert than he did a few minutes ago.
“’We’?” says Subaru right away, staring at Yasu. “Who says I wanna go with you?” But - maybe it’s because he’s been drinking - he can’t say it with a straight face, and Yasu just giggles at him and hits him with a cushion.
“I don’t know who else is gonna put up with you,” Yasu murmurs, rolling onto his stomach and resting his chin on his hands, looking up at Subaru out of the corner of his eye.
“No, I don’t know anyone else stupid enough,” Subaru agrees, patting Yasu on the head and ruffling his hair.
It’s late for talking, and the candles Yasu lit have burned all the way down. Subaru doesn’t know what it is, maybe at his age he can’t drink quite like he used to, because he feels like he could just curl up and go to sleep, mellow and comfortable, on the living room floor next to Yasu.
“I better not drive,” says Yasu, though they finished the sake quite a while ago.
Subaru shrugs. “You can stay if you want.”
Even though the house is empty, Yasu sleeps on a futon on Subaru’s bedroom floor. When Subaru wakes up in the morning, there’s a cup of still-hot coffee next to his bed, and when he goes into the living room Yasu is there, playing Subaru’s guitar.
He looks up when he hears Subaru come in, smiles and says “Morning!”, and Subaru must be half asleep, because he can’t see anything else to do but smile back and sit down next to Yasu and listen to him play, like this is what they do, every day.
END