This is a random fic that came off from being upset at an accidentally deleted post, reading angsty Soukyou no Fafner fics after that, and picking up the random urge to write something utterly random out of it.

Note: This fic is set in AG Pub, therefore, I shall not obey to original anime settings, and we shall assume that Soushi has returned to Kazuki by this time. Nyahahahahah…

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. Zero ownership here, cept for AG Pub of course, that belongs to Sel and me.

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“Yume-chan! How many times have I told you…?” a familiar warm voice could be heard on the other side of the door, the same voice that belonged to the one who owned his world, the one who would always be his sight and his anchor to reality.

“Soushi?” he asked hesitantly as he pushed open the wooden door slowly, his eyes taking in the scene with equal speed. Eyes that were never to be able to see exactly what any other could.

“Ah! Kazu-chan!” the feminine chibi in the room exclaimed, cutting off the blond man efficiently, and bouncing over to the youth, the bells attached to the sleeves of her clothing jingling merrily at each and every of her movement. “I was just about to meet Sel-chan! We had a meeting set up for the V-Day Specials event, and we were determined to set it right!”

With that, the hyperactive chibi continued her merry way out of the room, only pausing when only her eye could be seen through the gap between the doorway and the door itself, “Remember to look up once you reach Sou-chan! Bye bye Kazu-chan!”

With the lightbulb, who seemed to be one in different ways, out of the room, silence seemed to take its reigns again. Both occupants stared at each other, their eyes meeting each other’s, sinking into the endless depths, engaged in a wordless conversation as they did so all the time.

Slowly, Kazuki began to pace forward, his steps firm, trusting. His destination? The man who stood a mere few feet from him, staring at him with a familiar emotion resonating from deep within the depth of his eyes. An emotion that even through his distorted sight, was clearer than the clearest water, and shone brighter than even the sun.

He watched resignation settle in his love’s eyes as he neared him though, and found himself strangely… bound to the ground. As though no matter how he commanded his feet, they were unable to move.

“What?” he gasped as amidst his attempts to move his body, his balance was thrown to hell, and in a swift motion, his once-wobbly body was pressed against a familiar chest. The scent that belonged to his lover, and him only, wafted into his nose, soothing him immediately. Abandoning his previous command to check what exactly had happened to his legs, Kazuki chose instead to snuggle into the warmth that had been presented to him, not quite on a silver platter but appetizing enough.

“Kazuki.” The same voice that had promised to return to him several years ago called him again, and he allowed his face to slowly rotate upwards where he was allowed a marginally good view of his boyfriend’s face. “You need to look up.”

Though unsure of what exactly he had been referring to, Kazuki turned to head to where Soushi directed him, his trust still firm. Until his awry vision finally managed to identify the suspicious object that seemed to dangle a few centimeters from the pink ceiling.

A mistletoe.

And a fake one at that. It was quite obvious that the maker was not proficient in the matters of art. So obvious that even Kazuki was able to tell through his distorted vision. However, it’s meaning was quite lost on him, and he merely turned back to his boyfriend with a confused gaze.

“When two person stands under a mistletoe, they are required to kiss.” Soushi explained patiently, “And even though that one is a fake, and horribly made, it’s maker is still Yume-chan.”

His oblivious boyfriend was still staring at him in confusion, as though asking, ‘So what if she made it?’

“Yume-chan may be horrible at art, but she is very proficient at underha- I mean booby traps and the like.” He hastily edited his use of wordings, in case the chibi, whom he knew would definitely be eavesdropping and even staring right at them through the lens of a certain contraption called a camera, decides to worsen their predicament.

“So… we need to kiss in order to be able to move from here?” It seemed that Kazuki had finally managed to put two and two together.

Soushi nodded almost gratefully, thankful that his goal of moving away from where he had been standing for the past minutes was soon visibly in sight. That was, until the arms that had been wrapped around his slender waist tightened, and Kazuki’s face was buried into his shirt again.

“But I rather like this position we’re in…” Kazuki murmured, his voice muffled by the fabric of Soushi’s clothing.

“Kazuki!” the blond gasped, almost frantic. His legs were beginning to give up on him, and Yume-chan’s cackles seemed to drift into his ears from somewhere.

With his human bolster moving about and disrupting his regular peace, the once-pilot had no choice but to give in, and plastered his lips onto Soushi’s, instantly calming the man and causing him to cease all actions.

Both individuals were entirely focused on the kiss that had slowly deepened, lips melding together and tongues entangled… until the need for air became quite an important issue.

Pants filled the room as both participants, with the thought of the booby traps lifted at the back of their minds, wobbled to the, unfortunately bright pink, bed, which they collapsed on unceremoniously, where they continued their activities in their relative privacy, or whatever was left of it as Yume-chan innocently switched off the visual projections of the ‘surveillance’ cameras of their room, whilst slipping a pair of headphones on her ears, connected to the sound feed of the aforementioned cameras.

~Ende~