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Title: Some Kind of Warmth
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fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kaoru/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It sucks to be a poor musician with no money for heating and barely enough money for an apartment to begin with. There has to be at least some joy in one’s life and one thing Kaoru never wants to let go of is his regular visit to the nearby cafeteria. Especially since that gives him the perfect opportunity to secretly sneak long looks at a certain waiter working there.
Comments:
fonulyn: This is dedicated to daidetre since it’s her birthday today! Happy birthday honey! *huggles* I hope it’s a good one! :D ♥ I hope that you like this since hey, this is one of our pairings, right? ;) Plus this is done (two birds with one stone XD) for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
diexkaorulove’s D/K Oktoberfest, too! Join us for the festivities ;D
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Some Kind of Warmth
The cold autumn wind was blowing straight into the core no matter how thick jacket you were wearing, no matter how much you tried to shield yourself from it. Not that Kaoru had much to even wear for the cold weather, anyway. He owned pretty much only two shirts and one pair of jeans, even the thin jacket he had stolen from his brother years ago and had no intentions in giving it back. It was so cold in his apartment, too, that he had to keep the jacket on inside. Well, he was a starting musician, he couldn’t afford such luxuries as heating. Or even the apartment, if things were going to go this way for longer.
One luxury he wasn’t willing to give up was coffee, though, and since he had nothing at home he found himself sitting at this small cafeteria across the street like so many times before. It was actually a pretty good deal, he got the cup of coffee and some warmth at the price of the coffee. It was definitely a lot cheaper than it would’ve been to pay for both the coffee and heating back at home. Besides, it was peaceful here, too, if he curled up in the corner table and ignored all the other customers. No one of them paid any attention to him, anyway. And he liked it that way. It gave him plenty of time to work on the songs he was composing, work on getting the music aligned the way he wanted it to.
There was one more reason why he kept on coming back, though. The waiter. The tall, slim waiter with big brown eyes and fiery red hair. He had often wondered why he was allowed to even keep such a vibrant shade of red in his hair, but maybe it was because it created such a nice contrast with those deep brown eyes and the white porcelain skin. Kaoru had very well noticed the long looks the store manager kept on throwing the waiter’s way. Although the man himself seemed completely oblivious.
He didn’t ignore Kaoru, though. Whenever the redheaded waiter came to take his order – something he wouldn’t have even needed to do since Kaoru always, always took a big cup of black coffee – he gave him a stunning smile and looked delighted to see him again. May it be false politeness or just a habit, Kaoru didn’t know, but it seemed genuine enough and cheered him up every single time.
Die – Kaoru had glanced at the waiter’s nametag often enough to notice he had crossed over the official “Daisuke” from there and replaced it with messily scribbled “Die”, so he figured he preferred to be called that way – seemed to always be there, and Kaoru assumed he was working long hours for something, too. Maybe to go to college, maybe since he was a starving artist much like Kaoru was. Except that Kaoru was too stubborn and proud to even get a job, he was way too determined to make it big with music, anyway. Although they hardly ever spoke more than two words, Kaoru had grown to like this Die. Like him more than he was willing to admit to himself.
As per usual, Kaoru got lost within his music, not noticing how late it got and that he had been sitting at the cafeteria for hours, his coffee long gone. Not that he would’ve had any reason to go home anyway, into the dark and cold apartment with a narrow bed and an empty fridge. At least he had a fridge, though. Still he hadn’t quite noticed just how late it had become, not before a voice startled him from his contemplations.
“Here.”
When Kaoru looked up from his hands he saw a tuna sandwich placed on the table right in front of him, along with a huge cup of tea. When he looked even higher he could see the pretty waiter – Die, he reminded himself inwardly – smiling at him lopsidedly. “I’m sorry but we’re closing in ten minutes and I’m out of coffee so you have to deal with tea.” He sounded even apologetic, and somehow that made Kaoru like this man even more. More than he probably should.
Shaking his head a bit he pushed the plate a bit further from himself, and this time it was he who sounded apologetic, a clearly embarrassed blush on his cheeks. “I don’t… I don’t have any money.” It was a tough thing, admitting he was dirt poor, but then again one could’ve already guessed it from the way he was spending hours in a cafeteria, his clothes looking like he wore them every day except for when he washed them. Which was pretty much how it was, anyway.
Die didn’t seem to take no for an answer though, and he pushed the plate towards the other man again. This time his smile was encouraging instead of apologetic. “I said that we’re closing in ten minutes. I can’t sell today’s sandwiches tomorrow anymore and, urgh, I hate tuna. So either you have it, or I’ll have to throw it away.” He both looked and sounded so sweet that Kaoru didn’t even try to protest anymore, reaching for the bread before he even realized what he was doing. As he took a bite he had to admit it was incredibly good, or maybe it was the person he got it from that made the treat even better.
“Good,” the waiter smiled even wider and turned around as he wiped his hands on the apron he was wearing, probably because he had been cleaning up already. “Gimme a moment and I’ll join you. We still have some cheese-sandwiches to destroy, too.” He sounded all happy about it, a slight bounce in his steps as he vanished behind the counter. Even from there Kaoru could hear how he was humming to himself while working, and again he was smiling involuntarily. What was it with this guy? He could make Kaoru smile more than anyone or anything had done in ages. Years, even.
After a while, Die appeared back as he had promised and this time he had a whole pot of tea with him, a tray filled with the sandwiches that had been left over from today. He took a seat across the table from Kaoru, placing the treats in the middle. Carefully, he avoided the music sheets, obviously realizing how important they were and that he shouldn’t be messing with them. Kaoru already opened his mouth to explain something, but he got cut off by the other man. Not for the first time, he thought inwardly, this man sure seemed to like chatting.
“May I take a look?” Already when asking, Die reached out for the sheets of music and pulled them closer to himself. His nose crinkled up in the most adorable of ways when he looked at the notes scribbled on the paper, until he began nodding approvingly. Again, he was humming a bit to himself and Kaoru startled when he realized the other man was following the melody he had just written down. This man knew more about music than he had expected. When Die reached out again, smiling, Kaoru handed him his guitar automatically without being asked.
Die’s long fingers were hypnotizing to watch when they moved over the neck of the guitar, the soft strumming filling the still air of the empty cafeteria. In no time, Kaoru caught himself thinking how it would feel to have those fingers run over his body instead of the guitar, have those fingertips brush over his skin instead of the chords. He blushed at the realization, averting his gaze down as if he could hide it with that.
Only when it was silent again – Kaoru had no idea how long it had already been silent – he looked up again, only to meet Die’s gaze with his own. It was like he was reading an open book, everything laced in those deep eyes; recognition, acknowledgement, want, heat. Kaoru had a feeling that his heart would never stop hammering in his chest. It was Die who spoke up, once again, something undefined in his voice although he was obviously aiming for a casual tone. “Will you come back tomorrow, too?”
Kaoru smiled. There was only one possible answer to that anyway.
“Yes. Yes I will.”
Author:
fonulynRating: PG
Pairing: Kaoru/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It sucks to be a poor musician with no money for heating and barely enough money for an apartment to begin with. There has to be at least some joy in one’s life and one thing Kaoru never wants to let go of is his regular visit to the nearby cafeteria. Especially since that gives him the perfect opportunity to secretly sneak long looks at a certain waiter working there.
Comments:
fonulyn: This is dedicated to daidetre since it’s her birthday today! Happy birthday honey! *huggles* I hope it’s a good one! :D ♥ I hope that you like this since hey, this is one of our pairings, right? ;) Plus this is done (two birds with one stone XD) for diexkaorulove’s D/K Oktoberfest, too! Join us for the festivities ;DAnd feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
The cold autumn wind was blowing straight into the core no matter how thick jacket you were wearing, no matter how much you tried to shield yourself from it. Not that Kaoru had much to even wear for the cold weather, anyway. He owned pretty much only two shirts and one pair of jeans, even the thin jacket he had stolen from his brother years ago and had no intentions in giving it back. It was so cold in his apartment, too, that he had to keep the jacket on inside. Well, he was a starting musician, he couldn’t afford such luxuries as heating. Or even the apartment, if things were going to go this way for longer.
One luxury he wasn’t willing to give up was coffee, though, and since he had nothing at home he found himself sitting at this small cafeteria across the street like so many times before. It was actually a pretty good deal, he got the cup of coffee and some warmth at the price of the coffee. It was definitely a lot cheaper than it would’ve been to pay for both the coffee and heating back at home. Besides, it was peaceful here, too, if he curled up in the corner table and ignored all the other customers. No one of them paid any attention to him, anyway. And he liked it that way. It gave him plenty of time to work on the songs he was composing, work on getting the music aligned the way he wanted it to.
There was one more reason why he kept on coming back, though. The waiter. The tall, slim waiter with big brown eyes and fiery red hair. He had often wondered why he was allowed to even keep such a vibrant shade of red in his hair, but maybe it was because it created such a nice contrast with those deep brown eyes and the white porcelain skin. Kaoru had very well noticed the long looks the store manager kept on throwing the waiter’s way. Although the man himself seemed completely oblivious.
He didn’t ignore Kaoru, though. Whenever the redheaded waiter came to take his order – something he wouldn’t have even needed to do since Kaoru always, always took a big cup of black coffee – he gave him a stunning smile and looked delighted to see him again. May it be false politeness or just a habit, Kaoru didn’t know, but it seemed genuine enough and cheered him up every single time.
Die – Kaoru had glanced at the waiter’s nametag often enough to notice he had crossed over the official “Daisuke” from there and replaced it with messily scribbled “Die”, so he figured he preferred to be called that way – seemed to always be there, and Kaoru assumed he was working long hours for something, too. Maybe to go to college, maybe since he was a starving artist much like Kaoru was. Except that Kaoru was too stubborn and proud to even get a job, he was way too determined to make it big with music, anyway. Although they hardly ever spoke more than two words, Kaoru had grown to like this Die. Like him more than he was willing to admit to himself.
As per usual, Kaoru got lost within his music, not noticing how late it got and that he had been sitting at the cafeteria for hours, his coffee long gone. Not that he would’ve had any reason to go home anyway, into the dark and cold apartment with a narrow bed and an empty fridge. At least he had a fridge, though. Still he hadn’t quite noticed just how late it had become, not before a voice startled him from his contemplations.
“Here.”
When Kaoru looked up from his hands he saw a tuna sandwich placed on the table right in front of him, along with a huge cup of tea. When he looked even higher he could see the pretty waiter – Die, he reminded himself inwardly – smiling at him lopsidedly. “I’m sorry but we’re closing in ten minutes and I’m out of coffee so you have to deal with tea.” He sounded even apologetic, and somehow that made Kaoru like this man even more. More than he probably should.
Shaking his head a bit he pushed the plate a bit further from himself, and this time it was he who sounded apologetic, a clearly embarrassed blush on his cheeks. “I don’t… I don’t have any money.” It was a tough thing, admitting he was dirt poor, but then again one could’ve already guessed it from the way he was spending hours in a cafeteria, his clothes looking like he wore them every day except for when he washed them. Which was pretty much how it was, anyway.
Die didn’t seem to take no for an answer though, and he pushed the plate towards the other man again. This time his smile was encouraging instead of apologetic. “I said that we’re closing in ten minutes. I can’t sell today’s sandwiches tomorrow anymore and, urgh, I hate tuna. So either you have it, or I’ll have to throw it away.” He both looked and sounded so sweet that Kaoru didn’t even try to protest anymore, reaching for the bread before he even realized what he was doing. As he took a bite he had to admit it was incredibly good, or maybe it was the person he got it from that made the treat even better.
“Good,” the waiter smiled even wider and turned around as he wiped his hands on the apron he was wearing, probably because he had been cleaning up already. “Gimme a moment and I’ll join you. We still have some cheese-sandwiches to destroy, too.” He sounded all happy about it, a slight bounce in his steps as he vanished behind the counter. Even from there Kaoru could hear how he was humming to himself while working, and again he was smiling involuntarily. What was it with this guy? He could make Kaoru smile more than anyone or anything had done in ages. Years, even.
After a while, Die appeared back as he had promised and this time he had a whole pot of tea with him, a tray filled with the sandwiches that had been left over from today. He took a seat across the table from Kaoru, placing the treats in the middle. Carefully, he avoided the music sheets, obviously realizing how important they were and that he shouldn’t be messing with them. Kaoru already opened his mouth to explain something, but he got cut off by the other man. Not for the first time, he thought inwardly, this man sure seemed to like chatting.
“May I take a look?” Already when asking, Die reached out for the sheets of music and pulled them closer to himself. His nose crinkled up in the most adorable of ways when he looked at the notes scribbled on the paper, until he began nodding approvingly. Again, he was humming a bit to himself and Kaoru startled when he realized the other man was following the melody he had just written down. This man knew more about music than he had expected. When Die reached out again, smiling, Kaoru handed him his guitar automatically without being asked.
Die’s long fingers were hypnotizing to watch when they moved over the neck of the guitar, the soft strumming filling the still air of the empty cafeteria. In no time, Kaoru caught himself thinking how it would feel to have those fingers run over his body instead of the guitar, have those fingertips brush over his skin instead of the chords. He blushed at the realization, averting his gaze down as if he could hide it with that.
Only when it was silent again – Kaoru had no idea how long it had already been silent – he looked up again, only to meet Die’s gaze with his own. It was like he was reading an open book, everything laced in those deep eyes; recognition, acknowledgement, want, heat. Kaoru had a feeling that his heart would never stop hammering in his chest. It was Die who spoke up, once again, something undefined in his voice although he was obviously aiming for a casual tone. “Will you come back tomorrow, too?”
Kaoru smiled. There was only one possible answer to that anyway.
“Yes. Yes I will.”