fic: February
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bonnefoisTitle: February
Series: Death Mark
Character/pairing: Yashiki/Mashita
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,528
Summary: Mashita, on a whim, buys some chocolate.
Author's note: meme shitpost of a fic.
"Do I look like the school bus driver here?"
Moe ignored his snide comments and climbed right in.
"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Mashita!"
"Whatever. Get your seat belt on. You don't want to end up like some of the people I've seen over the years. Crash victims who ended up through the front windshield in a splatter of blood and guts on the highway because they didn't fasten their seat belt."
"I'll buckle up~" Moe said.
Mashita wasn't good with kids. They cried too damn much. Even when he was back on the force, he let other people deal with the kids. But, Yashiki couldn't go two steps without adopting some weirdo kid, like he was damned Phoenix Wright, so here Mashita was.
Being a chauffeur. Or a babysitter. He couldn't tell which.
"Oh, I need to pick something up. Can we stop here?"
"I'm going to start charging you a toll if you keep this up," Mashita said.
But, he parked. Moe hopped out and went into the store. Mashita followed. He might as well get a drink.
A tiny mart, near the underpass. The Black Rabbit bar wasn't too far away from here. It was blinding white in there, full of colorful goods, most of which he didn't care about.
Moe went straight for the magazines. Mashita's gaze was caught by rows of saccharine pink.
There was a stack of Valentine's day chocolate, the type to make at home. Little high school girls all hopped up on Shoujo manga with dreams of finding their true love before they were even sixteen bought these by the barrel full.
Mashita was decidedly not a starry-eyed Shoujo manga protagonist. He glared at them, the kind he'd give when he was interrogating.
The row of chocolates did not glare back. If so, he would've had to call Yashiki down here to exorcise them.
Still, he grabbed it, almost with a snarl and brought it to the counter. His look challenged the elderly cashier.
"Buying that for your daughter? How sweet," the cashier said. He looked at Moe. She was in line just behind him, with the latest copy of OOPArts Monthly. For such a sunshiney girl, she sure had some morbid interests.
"Sure. My 'daughter,'" Mashita said.
The woman didn't get his tone at all and just smiled.
He paid and got out of there. The sliding doors opened for them, and Moe followed along.
"Say anything, and I'll make you walk home," Mashita said.
"Buying for your daaughter? Does this mean I'm the adopted heir of the Kujou family now?"
"Ask Yashiki," Mashita said. "You'll probably have to fight Suzu for the right."
"Awww, why fight? We could both be adopted Kujou heirs," Moe said.
"Not sure why you'd want to join the cursed family so bad," Mashita said.
"Sounds fascinating. Besides,curses never bothered you too much. Aren't you joining the Kujou family too?" Moe said.
"Not as an heir," Mashita said.
Well, she got one thing right. If being around Yashiki meant being cursed, he'd deal with it.
And he didn't make her walk home. It was an idle threat.
Yashiki would've worried. And it would've been a pain in the ass to deal with. One of them would've ended up on the couch.
God, he was whipped. So whipped he was off being some driver for some kid. So whipped he was bringing home valentine's day chocolate for his boyfriend.
*
"It's three-AM. Why are you making something on the stove? Is that pudding?"
Because he lost control of his life, that was why.
"Because I felt like it," Mashita said.
It wasn't February 13th anymore. He'd gotten ready early. And if this damn thing burned, he'd throw it out and never speak of it again. Pretend the 14th was just another day.
Because for any of the other guys he dated, it was. Mashita wouldn't have gone this far. Fuck, he'd gone and risked death for Yashiki multiple times. He was so damned down bad that knowing being around Yashiki might get him cursed by ghosts again wasn't a dealbreaker. Not even a little.
"It was just a whim, that's all," Mashita muttered.
A stupid whim because he was so down bad that he was getting the type of chocolate you made yourself. Like some starstruck teenage girl ready to confess to her crush. Yashiki had a pretty good idea how Mashita felt. He'd left some nice marks on Yashiki last night where nobody would see.
If people kept falling in love with Yashiki and fucking annoying him, Mashita was going to leave those marks where everyone could see.
"Is it for me?"
"No, it's for Hiroo. Who else would it be for?" Mashita muttered.
Yashiki's light hair was messy from sleep. A shade between light brown and dark blond. His glasses were slightly askew, like he'd put them on in a hurry. He had on Mashita's shirt, not buttoned up. Mashita couldn't tell if it was for comfort and the scent of him, or if he'd been in such a hurry with his glasses off that he'd picked up the wrong shirt on the way out.
There were marks down Yashiki's chest, all the way near the rim of his pants. Mashita had left them there, proud of the dark bruises from kisses. Mashita smirked at the sight, the memory of Yashiki marked as his.
"Did you worry?" Mashita said.
"It was a possibility. It always is. You can't even see ghosts."
"Doesn't mean I won't shoot them," Mashita said.
"You'll make the house look like Swiss Cheese by the time you're done."
"I have better aim than that," Mashita said.
Yashiki came over, and wrapped his arms about him. He kissed his neck in the way that made Mashita gasp and clutch to the counter. It was just a faint brush of lips, but Yashiki did things to him. A soft, even chaste kiss could get him hotter than some of the dirty one night stands he'd had in the past.
"If it burns, it's your fault," Mashita said.
Yashiki let go of his grip on him, just so Mashita could finish out this damn fool's errand of a gift.
He poured out the chocolate into the mold. A heart, of all things. It'd take some time to cool. But, it'd be ready by morning.
Mashita dug out two spoons and moved the pan onto a plate over on the dining room table.
"No use in wasting the chocolate."
So at almost 4AM, on Valentine's day, they scraped at the pan and ate up that chocolate.
And it wasn't too bad, with scoops of creamy chocolate with every spoonful.
"You got any plans to adopt Moe?" Mashita said.
"What?"
"As the Kujou Heir. You going to make her the one? Not like you're going to get any kids from me," Mashita said.
"I haven't thought about it," Yashiki said.
With the curse, the grief, and dealing with the sob stories of every person in a ten mile radius, no wonder Yashiki hadn't thought about who would take up the mantle of the Kujou heir next.
"Why?" Yashiki said.
"Moe keeps getting mistaken for my daughter, that's why."
Yashiki covered his mouth, but Mashita could see the smile, the beginning of the laugh.
"You're lucky I love you, or I'd be real pissed by now," Mashita said.
"Knowing you, you'll be pissed anyways."
Mashita reached out and cupped his chin. "Earn my forgiveness."
The pan was pretty well cleaned out of chocolate anyways.
Kissing Yashiki was sweet. He could still taste the chocolate on his tongue. It was probably past 5AM by the time they got to sleep.
*
They woke up past noon. Nothing to do. Mashita was going to take the day off anyways.
Before, he would've said why bother. It's just a stupid holiday. But here he was. Spending it with his boyfriend.
The ghosts even had the decency not to bother them today.
The chocolate turned out pretty good, for a first timer. Yashiki broke it in half and offered him a piece.
"It's for you," Mashita said. "I'm a grown man. If I wanted chocolate, I could've bought it myself."
"I didn't think you'd want to celebrate," Yashiki said.
"Like I said, it was a whim. I was out driving Moe home. Saw it. I guess I was hungry. I always have poor impulse control when I'm hungry."
Which was a lie. The truth was, he had poor impulse control when it came to Yashiki, period.
"We could go out to dinner, if you wanted," Yashiki said. "As as a date."
"The crowds would be a pain in the ass to deal with. I'd rather just get some take out and eat at home. Besides, any date with you would probably end up being gatecrashed by monsters."
"I'll pay back the favor for White Day. How about that?"
"Not one for chocolate. Pay me back other ways," Mashita said. He smirked.
"That can be arranged," Yashiki said.
Series: Death Mark
Character/pairing: Yashiki/Mashita
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,528
Summary: Mashita, on a whim, buys some chocolate.
Author's note: meme shitpost of a fic.
"Do I look like the school bus driver here?"
Moe ignored his snide comments and climbed right in.
"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Mashita!"
"Whatever. Get your seat belt on. You don't want to end up like some of the people I've seen over the years. Crash victims who ended up through the front windshield in a splatter of blood and guts on the highway because they didn't fasten their seat belt."
"I'll buckle up~" Moe said.
Mashita wasn't good with kids. They cried too damn much. Even when he was back on the force, he let other people deal with the kids. But, Yashiki couldn't go two steps without adopting some weirdo kid, like he was damned Phoenix Wright, so here Mashita was.
Being a chauffeur. Or a babysitter. He couldn't tell which.
"Oh, I need to pick something up. Can we stop here?"
"I'm going to start charging you a toll if you keep this up," Mashita said.
But, he parked. Moe hopped out and went into the store. Mashita followed. He might as well get a drink.
A tiny mart, near the underpass. The Black Rabbit bar wasn't too far away from here. It was blinding white in there, full of colorful goods, most of which he didn't care about.
Moe went straight for the magazines. Mashita's gaze was caught by rows of saccharine pink.
There was a stack of Valentine's day chocolate, the type to make at home. Little high school girls all hopped up on Shoujo manga with dreams of finding their true love before they were even sixteen bought these by the barrel full.
Mashita was decidedly not a starry-eyed Shoujo manga protagonist. He glared at them, the kind he'd give when he was interrogating.
The row of chocolates did not glare back. If so, he would've had to call Yashiki down here to exorcise them.
Still, he grabbed it, almost with a snarl and brought it to the counter. His look challenged the elderly cashier.
"Buying that for your daughter? How sweet," the cashier said. He looked at Moe. She was in line just behind him, with the latest copy of OOPArts Monthly. For such a sunshiney girl, she sure had some morbid interests.
"Sure. My 'daughter,'" Mashita said.
The woman didn't get his tone at all and just smiled.
He paid and got out of there. The sliding doors opened for them, and Moe followed along.
"Say anything, and I'll make you walk home," Mashita said.
"Buying for your daaughter? Does this mean I'm the adopted heir of the Kujou family now?"
"Ask Yashiki," Mashita said. "You'll probably have to fight Suzu for the right."
"Awww, why fight? We could both be adopted Kujou heirs," Moe said.
"Not sure why you'd want to join the cursed family so bad," Mashita said.
"Sounds fascinating. Besides,curses never bothered you too much. Aren't you joining the Kujou family too?" Moe said.
"Not as an heir," Mashita said.
Well, she got one thing right. If being around Yashiki meant being cursed, he'd deal with it.
And he didn't make her walk home. It was an idle threat.
Yashiki would've worried. And it would've been a pain in the ass to deal with. One of them would've ended up on the couch.
God, he was whipped. So whipped he was off being some driver for some kid. So whipped he was bringing home valentine's day chocolate for his boyfriend.
*
"It's three-AM. Why are you making something on the stove? Is that pudding?"
Because he lost control of his life, that was why.
"Because I felt like it," Mashita said.
It wasn't February 13th anymore. He'd gotten ready early. And if this damn thing burned, he'd throw it out and never speak of it again. Pretend the 14th was just another day.
Because for any of the other guys he dated, it was. Mashita wouldn't have gone this far. Fuck, he'd gone and risked death for Yashiki multiple times. He was so damned down bad that knowing being around Yashiki might get him cursed by ghosts again wasn't a dealbreaker. Not even a little.
"It was just a whim, that's all," Mashita muttered.
A stupid whim because he was so down bad that he was getting the type of chocolate you made yourself. Like some starstruck teenage girl ready to confess to her crush. Yashiki had a pretty good idea how Mashita felt. He'd left some nice marks on Yashiki last night where nobody would see.
If people kept falling in love with Yashiki and fucking annoying him, Mashita was going to leave those marks where everyone could see.
"Is it for me?"
"No, it's for Hiroo. Who else would it be for?" Mashita muttered.
Yashiki's light hair was messy from sleep. A shade between light brown and dark blond. His glasses were slightly askew, like he'd put them on in a hurry. He had on Mashita's shirt, not buttoned up. Mashita couldn't tell if it was for comfort and the scent of him, or if he'd been in such a hurry with his glasses off that he'd picked up the wrong shirt on the way out.
There were marks down Yashiki's chest, all the way near the rim of his pants. Mashita had left them there, proud of the dark bruises from kisses. Mashita smirked at the sight, the memory of Yashiki marked as his.
"Did you worry?" Mashita said.
"It was a possibility. It always is. You can't even see ghosts."
"Doesn't mean I won't shoot them," Mashita said.
"You'll make the house look like Swiss Cheese by the time you're done."
"I have better aim than that," Mashita said.
Yashiki came over, and wrapped his arms about him. He kissed his neck in the way that made Mashita gasp and clutch to the counter. It was just a faint brush of lips, but Yashiki did things to him. A soft, even chaste kiss could get him hotter than some of the dirty one night stands he'd had in the past.
"If it burns, it's your fault," Mashita said.
Yashiki let go of his grip on him, just so Mashita could finish out this damn fool's errand of a gift.
He poured out the chocolate into the mold. A heart, of all things. It'd take some time to cool. But, it'd be ready by morning.
Mashita dug out two spoons and moved the pan onto a plate over on the dining room table.
"No use in wasting the chocolate."
So at almost 4AM, on Valentine's day, they scraped at the pan and ate up that chocolate.
And it wasn't too bad, with scoops of creamy chocolate with every spoonful.
"You got any plans to adopt Moe?" Mashita said.
"What?"
"As the Kujou Heir. You going to make her the one? Not like you're going to get any kids from me," Mashita said.
"I haven't thought about it," Yashiki said.
With the curse, the grief, and dealing with the sob stories of every person in a ten mile radius, no wonder Yashiki hadn't thought about who would take up the mantle of the Kujou heir next.
"Why?" Yashiki said.
"Moe keeps getting mistaken for my daughter, that's why."
Yashiki covered his mouth, but Mashita could see the smile, the beginning of the laugh.
"You're lucky I love you, or I'd be real pissed by now," Mashita said.
"Knowing you, you'll be pissed anyways."
Mashita reached out and cupped his chin. "Earn my forgiveness."
The pan was pretty well cleaned out of chocolate anyways.
Kissing Yashiki was sweet. He could still taste the chocolate on his tongue. It was probably past 5AM by the time they got to sleep.
*
They woke up past noon. Nothing to do. Mashita was going to take the day off anyways.
Before, he would've said why bother. It's just a stupid holiday. But here he was. Spending it with his boyfriend.
The ghosts even had the decency not to bother them today.
The chocolate turned out pretty good, for a first timer. Yashiki broke it in half and offered him a piece.
"It's for you," Mashita said. "I'm a grown man. If I wanted chocolate, I could've bought it myself."
"I didn't think you'd want to celebrate," Yashiki said.
"Like I said, it was a whim. I was out driving Moe home. Saw it. I guess I was hungry. I always have poor impulse control when I'm hungry."
Which was a lie. The truth was, he had poor impulse control when it came to Yashiki, period.
"We could go out to dinner, if you wanted," Yashiki said. "As as a date."
"The crowds would be a pain in the ass to deal with. I'd rather just get some take out and eat at home. Besides, any date with you would probably end up being gatecrashed by monsters."
"I'll pay back the favor for White Day. How about that?"
"Not one for chocolate. Pay me back other ways," Mashita said. He smirked.
"That can be arranged," Yashiki said.
