February 2013
4 posts
Our Own Pace
Haku snorted, and poked Suigetsu’s nose firmly with one slender index finger. “If your nose was more squished in, I think you’d be a Persian, with the attitude you have!” He laughed and brushed some of his own tangled hair out of his eyes, and then flopped back against the couch cushions. “We’re never going to get anything done at this rate, you know.” Brown eyes fixated on the little red numbers of the VCR’s digital clock. “It’s already noon, you know.” His kimono had that gritty, almost slightly damp feeling that fabric got when it had been worn for too long, but instead of bothering him like it usually did, he felt as though he couldn’t be bothered with it taking away from the moment. His body was in some sort of strange, relaxed limbo where all of his limbs felt light and floaty, and his muscles thrummed with an odd, zen-like energy. He felt better than he had in months.
“Maybe after we get lunch, we can go spar. I haven’t really done any practicing in a few weeks. If, you know, we ever get up and move around.” Which he was really fine with either option. Anything was fine right now if he could just be with Suigetsu.
Suigetsu smiled and stuck out his tongue. He was really confortable, and the mere thought of having to stand up, made him want to yawn.
“We’re never going to get anything done at this rate, you know.”
And then he wondered if Haku could read minds or something. Hopefully that wasn’t the case.
“You’re right…” He said with a subdued growl in his voice, turning his head towards the VCR to confirm Haku’s words. Why. Why is so late already. In one fluent motion, he went back to his feet. “Mh… sounds good; we can if you want so. I’m going to take a quick shower. Make sure you don’t fall asleep, okay?” He added teasingly when he noticed how relaxed Haku looked.
After less than ten minutes, he was back, smiling broadly at the perspective of the day ahead. How much time had passed since he had been with Haku like this? Suddenly, all those years of being apart were completely senseless.
“Ready to go?”
January 2013
3 posts
Our Own Pace
“Ichiraku’s, eh? Never heard of it, but it sounds good,” he commented lightly, once he was finished with the dishes. “And I like ramen”, he added, a smile playing on his lips.
Suigetsu circled the couch and dropped himself onto the cushions, horizontally; his head falling promptly on Haku’s lap. “A cooking show? Booooring,” he complained, scrunching his nose up and raising his hand to poke the boy’s nose. “Once we’re living together… cooking shows are going to be forbidden.” The words made something stir in his stomach.
Together.
He cleared his throat before keep babbling -because, yes, at some point he realized the words seemed to stumble with his teeth and his lips-. “Eh… Would you like to take a shower? Then we can go to your friend’s house, after all you slept here and… well… she doesn’t know, I guess she’s worried or something…” Suigetsu turned his head to the TV. Suddenly, the cooking show was very interesting. “We can go to Ichiraku’s after that, what do you say?”
He immediately began poking Suigetsu in the temple. He was honestly surprised he wasn’t bright red at the moment. He should be, logically, what with his lap being Suigetsu’s temporary pillow. Maybe he was just starting to get more used to it. “But if cooking shows are banned, how am I going to learn new recipes? How do you think I learned to cook in the first place?”
Haku felt the sudden urge to stretch, and laced his fingers together, palms outward, and lengthened and arched his back. A pair of vertebrae popped loudly, and he felt much better. “Actually, I’m okay. I don’t need to shower today. I do need to brush my hair before we go out, though, and a change of clothes would be really nice.” He noticed that his hand was moving of its own accord, and when he looked down he saw that it was because he’d begun stroking Suigetsu’s hair. He hesitated, and his hand wavered, then went back to its rhythmic motion. The familiar blush was back. “You know, you make a nice cat.” The next sentence came so close to tumbling out that he actually had to bite his lip to stop himself from saying that Suigetsu’s hair might even just be softer than a cat’s fur.
“M… That’s quite a problem, see, I think my clothes won’t suit you… and they’ll look a little bit too loose on you. But since we’re going to your friend’s place, you can change there.” Suigetsu restrained the smile that was curling his lips again. The image of Haku wearing his clothes was more pleasant than it should’ve been. He tried to focus on the TV, but got distracted by a delicate hand untangling his white hair. A sigh of comfort escaped his lips.
“You know, you make a nice cat.”
He glanced at him, eyebrows raised. “A nice cat? Really?” A light laugh filled his lungs and he couldn’t hold it back. Amused, he locked his eyes on Haku’s, raising one hand to tuck a silky lock of dark hair behind his ear. “I’ve never been compared with a cat before~ What kind of cat would I be? An spoiled one, that’s for sure~ Especially if I’m your cat.”
December 2012
6 posts
Our Own Pace
Suigetsu shook his head and clicked his tongue. “No way, princesses don’t wash dishes” And, without waiting his reply, he took the sponge from Haku’s hand and, smiling widely, pushed him aside. “You’ve done enough making breakfast for both of us. And you’re my guest, geez.” His heart was still beating too fast, and he could hear the slightest of the tremors shaking his voice.
“Hey, what have you done with your hair…” Reaching out, he ruffled his black, silky hair again, making sure to leave some long locks falling in front of the boy’s face as he tried his best to calm down. “There, there. Better, see? Now go watch some TV, your majesty; you can start washing dishes once we’re living together. But now, please, make yourself comfortable” he said with a mocking tone, winking at him.
He turned his face to the sink to focus on what he was doing. …Once we’re living together. The words made echo in his head. It was hard to believe. It felt like a dream. It felt like he was going to wake up by sudden.
But this time…
This time it is real, right, Haku?
“Oi, girl, I’m taking you out for lunch today. I’m still worried about how skinny you are. Somewhere you’d like to go…?”Haku huffed, but a smile still managed to find its way through, and this time, he didn’t move to fix his hair. It was too easy to relinquish the sponge and move away. “Fine, fine…” He lightly shoved Suigetsu’s arm before he walked to the coffee table and grabbed the remote. He flicked through the channels a bit aimlessly, before settling on a cooking show that he wasn’t really paying attention to. His head was stuck in daydreams about sharing an apartment with Suigetsu, and his wild fantasies only had one bedroom.
Suigetsu’s voice snapped him out of his reverie so suddenly that he suddenly seemed to forget every eatery in Konoha. “Oh, um…” The ramen place maybe? “Maybe we could go to…” It would have to work, no other names were coming to the forefront of his mind. “Ichiraku’s?” He shrugged, and looked at Suigetsu through stray black locks. “If there’s something else you feel like having, then we can do that instead…”
“Ichiraku’s, eh? Never heard of it, but it sounds good,” he commented lightly, once he was finished with the dishes. “And I like ramen”, he added, a smile playing on his lips.
Suigetsu circled the couch and dropped himself onto the cushions, horizontally; his head falling promptly on Haku’s lap. “A cooking show? Booooring,” he complained, scrunching his nose up and raising his hand to poke the boy’s nose. “Once we’re living together… cooking shows are going to be forbidden.” The words made something stir in his stomach.
Together.
He cleared his throat before keep babbling -because, yes, at some point he realized the words seemed to stumble with his teeth and his lips-. “Eh… Would you like to take a shower? Then we can go to your friend’s house, after all you slept here and… well… she doesn’t know, I guess she’s worried or something…” Suigetsu turned his head to the TV. Suddenly, the cooking show was very interesting. “We can go to Ichiraku’s after that, what do you say?”
November 2012
9 posts
Our Own Pace
As he looked directly at him, he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. It was so annoying. He wanted to turn it off. Damn it. But that, obviously, wasn’t possible, not when a pink blush lit Haku’s face in the most adorable way. His fingers tickled with the urge to caress his cheeks; to feel his warm skin under his touch.
And Haku probably was feeling the same because he reached out, pulling back almost immediately. But Suigetsu didn’t let him go on. He placed his hand over his, gently encircling his fingers around his thin wrist.
“Yeah, I’m here…” he repeated, slightly distracted by Haku’s pulse, steady and firm under his fingertips. Yes, they were there, together; and there was a single thought in his mind: he didn’t want to be away from him again. Suddenly everything was way too clear.
He licked his lips, shaking his head before talking. “Don’t talk in past time, Haku. It was a little too perfect? It is. It is, clear?” He smiled widely at him. “Oh, but, I’m warning you, I may grow fond of your hotcakes~” He leaned in to ruffle Haku’s hair, ghosting his fingers over his left cheek when he dropped his hand. His heart raced in a millisecond, and he knew Haku would look through his eyes if he stayed that close, and then he would know. He would know…
Wait. He would know what…? What? Oh. Oh, no.
Suigetsu stood up quickly, almost stumbling on his own feet. “Shit” He cursed internally, picking up his plate before walking to the sink. “So… Are you… When are you going to tell Shiobe?” And, for the first time, he was nervous enough to forget making fun of her name.
He closed his eyes momentarily as his hair was rumpled, and opened his left to peer at Suigetsu as a small laugh slipped between his lips. His breath caught when he felt Suigetsu’s fingers brush over his cheek. His immediate rationalization was just that Suigetsu had miscalculated and not pulled his hand far enough away. But there was something in the other boy’s expression that made him doubt that was the case.
Haku didn’t have much time to examine it, though. To be sure of what he saw in Suigetsu’s eyes. He combed his hair with his fingers as Suigetsu stood and rushed to the sink. He tried to push his heart down out of his throat so he could speak properly. “I-I guess I’ll tell her later tonight that we’re looking… and when we find something we like, I’ll let her know…” His heart jumped back up. Even though he had been serious before, his emotions were catching up to this decision. He was going to be moving in with Suigetsu. He was going to be moving in with Suigetsu.
He looked down at the wrist Suigetsu had taken, and traced slender fingertips over the delicate tendons and veins there. He’d felt his pulse thrumming against Suigetsu’s fingers just a moment ago. If he paused, and relaxed, he could still his warm hand encircling his wrist.
He took his dishes and moved to the sink. He slipped his dishes in with Suigetsu’s. Somehow, during all of that, he had actually managed to finish his food, despite how much he had played with it. He started the water, and grabbed a sponge from the small drawer next to the sink. “Here, I’ll take care of those.”
Suigetsu shook his head and clicked his tongue. “No way, princesses don’t wash dishes” And, without waiting his reply, he took the sponge from Haku’s hand and, smiling widely, pushed him aside. “You’ve done enough making breakfast for both of us. And you’re my guest, geez.” His heart was still beating too fast, and he could hear the slightest of the tremors shaking his voice.
“Hey, what have you done with your hair…” Reaching out, he ruffled his black, silky hair again, making sure to leave some long locks falling in front of the boy’s face as he tried his best to calm down. “There, there. Better, see? Now go watch some TV, your majesty; you can start washing dishes once we’re living together. But now, please, make yourself comfortable” he said with a mocking tone, winking at him.
He turned his face to the sink to focus on what he was doing. …Once we’re living together. The words made echo in his head. It was hard to believe. It felt like a dream. It felt like he was going to wake up by sudden.
But this time…
This time it is real, right, Haku?
“Oi, girl, I’m taking you out for lunch today. I’m still worried about how skinny you are. Somewhere you’d like to go…?”
Our Own Pace
When Haku finally looked at him, he found himself unwittingly holding his breath. His brown eyes were warm, as always; like if there was liquid lava glowing from within his iris. But, this time, there was something else; and when he figured what it was it didn’t help to slow the pace of his heart.
Resolve. Resolution.Haku really wanted to move in with him… Did he really wanted to…? The question got stuck in his throat, forcing him to clench his jaw.
“Besides, I don’t think interior design is your calling. You’d end up with a total bachelor pad! Mismatched dishes and one chair with a big TV and a dinner table with fold out chairs…”
He needed to ask him.
“Honestly, I’m surprised you matched your shirt to your eyes.”
He needed to.
“Are you lecturing me about interior design, girl? Please, do you think I had time to find a place where the curtains matched to the carpet?” Suigetsu shook his head. “I’m sorry if my taste doesn’t please you, princess,” he said, smiling. Or trying to smile.
The question was still boiling in his mouth.
“Oi… Haku…” He licked his lips, fixing his gaze on him. “Are you…” …really going to come to live with me? “I mean…” Because I really want you to. I wish I could explain how much. “Uh… well, do you really…” So please… “…do you really want to move in with me?” Please, say yes.
Pretty pink lips split as his eyes widened innocently. It took him less than a second to recover. He smiled reassuringly, and felt a blush rise up in his cheeks. This one wasn’t a bright red flush, though. Just a light pink tint. He shrugged his right shoulder nonchalantly, and looked over to the window. “Well, yeah.” He reached out to touch Suigetsu’s arm, but at the last second stopped himself, and pulled back. It was hard, but that action might be a little too quick. The pull back was definitely slower than the initial motion, though. “If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t be talking with you about it.”
He shrugged again, and shifted his attention to the kitchen. “It’s probably about time that I start getting back on my feet again. I can’t live with Shiobe forever. And you’re here, and you say you want to stay here, and…”
“I’m still in love with you, and I’m not sure how you feel but I keep hoping it’s the same, and even if not..”
“We know each other so well, it wouldn’t be like moving in with a stranger. It was just a little too perfect…”
As he looked directly at him, he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. It was so annoying. He wanted to turn it off. Damn it. But that, obviously, wasn’t possible, not when a pink blush lit Haku’s face in the most adorable way. His fingers tickled with the urge to caress his cheeks; to feel his warm skin under his touch.
And Haku probably was feeling the same because he reached out, pulling back almost immediately. But Suigetsu didn’t let him go on. He placed his hand over his, gently encircling his fingers around his thin wrist.
“Yeah, I’m here…” he repeated, slightly distracted by Haku’s pulse, steady and firm under his fingertips. Yes, they were there, together; and there was a single thought in his mind: he didn’t want to be away from him again. Suddenly everything was way too clear.
He licked his lips, shaking his head before talking. “Don’t talk in past time, Haku. It was a little too perfect? It is. It is, clear?” He smiled widely at him. “Oh, but, I’m warning you, I may grow fond of your hotcakes~” He leaned in to ruffle Haku’s hair, ghosting his fingers over his left cheek when he dropped his hand. His heart raced in a millisecond, and he knew Haku would look through his eyes if he stayed that close, and then he would know. He would know…
Wait. He would know what…? What? Oh. Oh, no.
Suigetsu stood up quickly, almost stumbling on his own feet. “Shit” He cursed internally, picking up his plate before walking to the sink. “So… Are you… When are you going to tell Shiobe?” And, for the first time, he was nervous enough to forget making fun of her name.
October 2012
36 posts
Our Own Pace
Suigetsu had stayed still in his place while Haku talked looking at his plate. Until the sound of Haku’s last words materialized in head, with all its meaning.
He swallowed hard. It wasn’t necesarry to be a genius to notice the seriousness in his voice. He wasn’t joking. It wasn’t a game anymore. They weren’t kids anymore.
“…you think so…?” His heart was beating so fast he was afraid Haku would hear it. Why the air was so suffocating? He needed to open a window. Quickly. But he couldn’t move. “An apartment…” There were so many ideas, thoughts, and incompleted sentences twirling in his mind… it made him feel dizzy.
He closed his eyes for a moment, shaking his head. “Yeah, you’re right.” His amethyst orbs fixed on him, and though his voice was barely above a whisper, he was sure Haku could hear him. “And… you will help me with that, right?”
“Of course I’ll help you.” He’d never been one to play with his food, but it seemed like that was all he was doing this particular morning. He just had no appetite. “If your end goal is to have me move in with you, then it’s something I really should help with.” He looked up, met Suigetsu’s eyes for the first time in several minutes. They sent electric shocks through him. “Have to pick something we both like, right?”
He giggled and brushed some dark locks behind his right ear. “Besides, I don’t think interior design is your calling. You’d end up with a total bachelor pad! Mismatched dishes and one chair with a big TV and a dinner table with fold out chairs…” An impish smirk flitted across full pink lips. “Honestly, I’m surprised you matched your shirt to your eyes.”
When Haku finally looked at him, he found himself unwittingly holding his breath. His brown eyes were warm, as always; like if there was liquid lava glowing from within his iris. But, this time, there was something else; and when he figured what it was it didn’t help to slow the pace of his heart.
Resolve. Resolution.
Haku really wanted to move in with him… Did he really wanted to…? The question got stuck in his throat, forcing him to clench his jaw.
“Besides, I don’t think interior design is your calling. You’d end up with a total bachelor pad! Mismatched dishes and one chair with a big TV and a dinner table with fold out chairs…”
He needed to ask him.
“Honestly, I’m surprised you matched your shirt to your eyes.”
He needed to.
“Are you lecturing me about interior design, girl? Please, do you think I had time to find a place where the curtains matched to the carpet?” Suigetsu shook his head. “I’m sorry if my taste doesn’t please you, princess,” he said, smiling. Or trying to smile.
The question was still boiling in his mouth.
“Oi… Haku…” He licked his lips, fixing his gaze on him. “Are you…” …really going to come to live with me? “I mean…” Because I really want you to. I wish I could explain how much. “Uh… well, do you really…” So please… “…do you really want to move in with me?” Please, say yes.
Our Own Pace
“…says the boy whom can wear a kimono in public. So now you’re worried about what other people may think, eh?” Suigetsu raised an eyebrow inquisitively . “And I don’t care whether they like it or not, they can do nothing. After all, I’m paying for this.” His eyes opened wide, and the second next he was stifling a laugh. “Oh, can you imagine that? They’d think we’re a couple, besides you look like a girl… he, then I could brag about the pretty girlfriend I’ve got.”
He cut a piece of hotcake and brought it to his mouth, still smirking. Just after that, just after tasting the sweet flavor of the syrup, he realized what he had said.
Suigetsu froze; his right cheek puffed out with food. Slowly, he turned his head to look at Haku, trying to think of something to… to fix, to change his words. But he couldn’t. His mind was blank. Oh, but Haku always had the ability to stop his brain function. He always had the ability to make his heart speed up in a milisecond. It had been his mistake to try to ignore that fact.
He could feel the band of heat across his ears, cheeks, and nose. Wow the food on his plate sure was interesting. “Yeah, imagine that…” Trouble was, he could imagine it. And was. His heart thudded painfully again, though it was different from this morning. This was an ache of longing. He wanted this so badly and he couldn’t even explain to himself why.
And in that moment, he decided that maybe, just maybe, this was a thing that could happen.
“You can’t honestly want to live out of a hotel, though.” He glanced up, his blush lessening somewhat as the blood started to drain away in shock at the seriousness in his voice. This wasn’t teasing any more. “If you’re planning on staying here, it’d probably be better to move into an apartment, right?”
Suigetsu had stayed still in his place while Haku talked looking at his plate. Until the sound of Haku’s last words materialized in head, with all its meaning.
He swallowed hard. It wasn’t necesarry to be a genius to notice the seriousness in his voice. He wasn’t joking. It wasn’t a game anymore. They weren’t kids anymore.
“…you think so…?” His heart was beating so fast he was afraid Haku would hear it. Why the air was so suffocating? He needed to open a window. Quickly. But he couldn’t move. “An apartment…” There were so many ideas, thoughts, and incompleted sentences twirling in his mind… it made him feel dizzy.
He closed his eyes for a moment, shaking his head. “Yeah, you’re right.” His amethyst orbs fixed on him, and though his voice was barely above a whisper, he was sure Haku could hear him. “And… you will help me with that, right?”
Our Own Pace
Suigetsu took his plate, a glass of water, and went to sit at the table as well. He rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore the comment about Shiobe. Suddenly his throat felt awfully dry. How the hell I didn’t notice I was thirsty. As he brought the glass to his lips, his eyes darted toward Haku. Of course. There was the reason. A living, breathing reason.
“What are you so jealous for, Suigetsu? You act almost like a jealous lover, you know. You always have. Even with Chojuro. And you knew him before you knew me!”
Oh, that feeling of the water running in the wrong direction. And the marvelous cough attack afterwards. Jealous lover? A smile spread across his lips, and he cleared his throat, trying to recover his breath. “That’s so sappy”, he managed to murmur; his voice sounding a little bit low and raspy. He coughed one more time. “It’s so sappy I almost died”, he took a long sip of water, looking at him. “But, well, if I acted like a jealous lover, I did it as the best jealous lover, right?” He smirked, showing off his sharpened teeth. “And it didn’t seem to bother you at all~” he almost hummed, tasting the pancakes. Delicious. “Mh… and, well, that assumption ended up happening. Someone did take you away from me”.
Only after the words escaped from his mouth, a heavy feeling settled in his stomach. A memory. He still remembered that morning -a cold one; when he had called his name but there had been no reply. Haku and Zabuza were gone.
“But, if it would make you feel better, I could always move in with you~.”
Haku interrupted his train of thought. Suigetsu looked at him with a puzzled expression plastered on his face. Was he joking or…?
He talked before even think. As always.
“Sure, since we are lovers, that would be the right thing to do. As a jealous lover, I can’t stand the fact you are staying with another person but me”. Suigetsu laughed lightly. He was joking of course, just playing along. The stir in his stomach had nothing to do with it. No. And his laugh had trembled just because his throat still hurted after the cough attack. Yeah, that was it.He glanced up during Suigetsu’s coughing episode, and opened his mouth to say “don’t die”, but closed his mouth to pout at the younger. If Suigetsu was well enough to say he was being sappy, he was just fine. His blush darkened, and he scrambled for a response, any response, to Suigetsu’s next statement. “I-I wouldn’t know. Never had a jealous lover…” But for the last part, he had nothing to say. He just very intently stabbed at and swirled a chunk of pancakes around his plate. He knew that even if he told Suigetsu that he’d left with Zabuza out of a sense of obligation, after a great deal of internal conflict about it, it wouldn’t do any good. Suigetsu had a stubborn streak longer and tougher than anything he’d seen, and if he’d come to the conclusion that Zabuza had taken Haku away, that was the conclusion he would stay at.
He took the bite of food, swallowed, and almost choked on it. He had to have heard that wrong. Yeah. He pretended he did. His voice came out as a squeak when he finally forced the food down his esophagus. “I don’t know how the hotel staff would like that. Two people in a one-person room.”
“…says the boy whom can wear a kimono in public. So now you’re worried about what other people may think, eh?” Suigetsu raised an eyebrow inquisitively . “And I don’t care whether they like it or not, they can do nothing. After all, I’m paying for this.” His eyes opened wide, and the second next he was stifling a laugh. “Oh, can you imagine that? They’d think we’re a couple, besides you look like a girl… he, then I could brag about the pretty girlfriend I’ve got.”
He cut a piece of hotcake and brought it to his mouth, still smirking. Just after that, just after tasting the sweet flavor of the syrup, he realized what he had said.
Suigetsu froze; his right cheek puffed out with food. Slowly, he turned his head to look at Haku, trying to think of something to… to fix, to change his words. But he couldn’t. His mind was blank. Oh, but Haku always had the hability to stop his brain function. He always had the hability to make his heart speed up in a milisecond. It had been his mistake to try to ignore that fact.
“Tiene café en la mirada, eso explica porqué me quita el sueño.”
—(via acuareleando)
ooc: because sometimes the muse has to do what the mun wants him to do~
ooc: it’s so funny when suigetsu gets mad because there are so many zabuhaku pictures on the haku tag~ he’s such a jealous little jerk sometimes.
