[Drabble] Gifts
I was re-watching the GARO specials that aired after the TV series for the umpteenth time and I was inspired. :3 A fluffy drabble, set sometime in the future.
Title: Gifts
By: silentstar01
Category: GARO
Pairing: Kouga/Kaoru
Status: Completed
Chapters: 1
Author’s Note:
A short drabble that inspired me while listening to KAT-TUN’s “You” and TRAX’s “Cold-Hearted Man.” Of course, Kouga/Kaoru (I am absolutely crazy about this pairing, and will not be able to picture any other pairing for this show-well, maybe Rei/Jabi, and there’s always Tsubasa/Jabi) is the focus of this little fic. Enjoy~
Disclaimer: I do not own GARO. ^.^ Except for my DVDs!
Color
Kouga finds himself sitting outside under the warm summer sun, lazily watching Kaoru business working with her paints. Having been the (rather unwilling) subject of her portraits, he finds that he has gotten used to the acrid smell of her paints, even identifies that smell as part of her unique scent. It’s hard to believe that it has been nearly five years since he had first saved her from that Horror.
Today he isn’t wearing the long white coat and black outfit that he always wore everyday in the past. He’s wearing a blue shirt and dark slacks that Kaoru had all but forced him into, saying that it wasn’t healthy to wear the two most boring colors on the planet. And secretly, he is glad she has.
She is, after all, the one who brought color into his life.
“Gonza,” he suddenly says, “There haven’t been any messages, have there?”
“No, Kouga-sama. I do not believe that there will be any during the day,” the efficient butler replies. There is an easy smile on his face that hasn’t disappeared for a long time now.
“Hn.” Kouga chooses to watch Kaoru again. Looking at her relaxes him, and he finds that while he may not like being with her, he would never tire of being with her.
A whimper reaches his ears and, before Kaoru could hear the cry and be interrupted from her work, Kouga stands up and walks toward the shaded porch. The tense aura of the warrior he is doesn’t cling to him as it has before.
He stops before a large chair situated to face the outside, and reaches down to pick up a young boy, no older than two, from the soft cushions that serves as a bed. The toddler instantly quiets, recognizing the reassuring warmth of the hands that lifted him. Kouga places him against his shoulder and rubs his back, listening to the snuffling sounds the child makes as he makes use of the broad shoulder as his pillow.
However, no matter how mellow he has become recently, he still looks for Kaoru, to see if she is safe. She is still painting, a pretty pout conveying her frustration. From what he can see, Kouga knows that it will be a while before Kaoru would end for the day, being the successful artist she is now.
Though it is safe to say that the East was in relative peace, now that Kouga has returned from his post in the north and his constant patrol, Kouga knows that it could be a second before chaos could come raining down on Tokyo.
But, for now, he basks in the peace brought to him in the package of Kaoru and the son he holds in his arms. And he appreciates the gifts his Kaoru has brought to him.
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Well…hm. When I first started this, I was going to theme this drabble on colors, but it turns out like this.
If GARO fans can get the reference I was trying to portray, then I've done what I wanted to do. ^.^ Anyway, a small drabble to satisfy my GARO muse.
Constructive criticism?