Y'all are probably thinking this is a hella weird ship...yea, I know.

I don't know how I started shipping it, I just saw an anon ask to my mutual on tumblr about Takeru playing matchmaker to Apollon and Tsukito and I was just like "...sign me the fuck up."

And said mutual is also the reason I ship Hades/Takeru. We're just the KamiAso crack ship brigade.

Also I threw in a few Life is Strange references, because why the the hell not.

AND ON YET ANOTHER NOTE BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT: [dialogue] in brackets indicate someone is using ASL. It makes easier to differentiate between spoken dialogue and sign language.

Yellow Acacia - a secret love.

It was a calm Saturday morning in a quaint little seaside town. Nestled in between a coffee shop and bakery, was a small flower shop with a pale yellow and lime green awning. At first glance, the place would seem empty, until a hand to flip the sign in the window to, "Open." Suddenly, the door swung open, the tiny bell shook wildly as it's chime filled the air.

Apollon walked outside and inhaled the smell of coffee and baked goods in the air deeply, stretching his arms as he did so. The warm sunlight highlighted his golden blond hair. He knew today was gonna be a good day today.

His brother, Dionysus, stood at the shop's doorway, "Hey, Apollon, you want to work on the outside display, right?"

"Of course!" Apollon said with a beaming smile, "Can I do the window display too? Can I, please?"

Dionysus rolled his eyes and sighed, "Oh, alright. Do what you want."

"Yay!"

There was a reason why Apollon has been insisting to do the displays at the front of the shop lately. There was someone he was looking forward to seeing.

Every morning, he would go into the bookstore across the street, stay there for an unspecified amount of time, and then he'd come by the flower shop. He never bought anything, but he would admire the flower displays with child-like fascination and take a picture or two with an old-fashioned Polaroid camera he often carried around.

Apollon never really talked to him or even knew his name for that matter. But with his gorgeous amber eyes and pale lavender hair that framed his face and fell onto his shoulders perfectly, Apollon was smitten. That's why he made sure he put in all the time and effort he could in the flower displays. He always did something different everyday. It would get boring if he arranged flowers the exact same way, wouldn't it?

He briefly glanced across the street and sure enough, there was his mystery boy heading for the bookstore. Apollon should probably hurry and finish this display before he comes over.

Apollon wasn't sure how long it's been, but as he set the pot of tall sunflowers on the sidewalk, there was that boy again, looking at the flowers he had arranged today. Apollon casually shifted pots and vases around to pretend he was working as he silently observed the boy. Today, he seemed to be particularly interested in the plant with bunches of small purple flowers.

Lilacs.

Apollon watched as he brushed his fingers against the plant gently, feeling the soft petals of the flowers. With his camera, he quickly snapped a photo. He took the still-developing photo out of the camera and waved it in the air until it completely developed into an image of a cluster of tiny lilacs. Satisfied with the result, he admired it for a bit before stashing the photo into his bag. Unbeknownst to the boy, a middle-aged woman was approaching him from behind. Probably a tourist as far as Apollon could tell.

"Uhm, excuse me, young man, could you please tell me the way to the Two Whales Diner?"

He doesn't respond, nor even notices her presence.

The woman tries again, but a little louder, "Excuse me, do you know the way to the Two Whales Diner?"

The purple-haired boy was still looking at the flowers, seemingly ignoring the woman. Then she got angry and grabbed him roughly by the shoulder, forcing him to face her, "Young man, it's rude to ignore someone who's talking to you!" The woman yelled angrily. Her tone even made Apollon flinch, but the boy didn't seem to have much of a reaction at all, even though there was an incredibly rude woman practically chewing him out right now.

"Ah..."

The woman finally stops talking, looking at him expectantly. Probably for an apology.

But instead he just points to his ear, "I-i...can't...hear." He said, his speech slurred and choppy.

Ohh...OH.

"Ugh, you kids and your excuses. You don't even look deaf. You could at least apologize."

Finally, Apollon decides to step in, "Ma'am, he really can't hear, so yelling at him isn't going to help you at all; please stop it. You're looking for the Two Whales Diner, right?" He points to the end of the road, "Go down this way and make a right at Caulfield Street and continue down until you reach Price Road, it's right at the corner between them."

The woman huffs and leaves with a half-hearted thank you.

"Jeez, she didn't have to be so mean. She really didn't." Apollon sighed.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and he turns around to face the boy. He was a lot more beautiful up close.

"...Tha...ank...you."

Apollon just nodded, unsure how to respond. He could feel his heart practically pounding against his chest.

'It's okay, Apollon, keep it together.'

He didn't have to agonize for long, as the boy quickly left the flower shop. Apollon lets out the breath he had been holding and went back inside a flustered mess.

"So that's why you keep begging me to do the outside display everyday."

"Dee-Dee, you were watching the whole time? You shouldn't do that." Apollon scolded his brother.

"So, what's the lucky guy's name?" Dionysus asked in a teasing tone.

"I don't know. I never asked. We never really talked, actually."

"What do you mean? You've been hardcore pinning after this guy like a creep for weeks and you've never talked to him?"

"I get nervous, okay? Really, really nervous."

Dionysus snorted in amusement, "You? Nervous? Well, that's new."

Apollon sighed and leaned on the counter, "Even if I did have the guts to talk to him, it wouldn't matter. I just found out that he's deaf."

"Whoa, seriously?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"So what? Are you just gonna give up?" Dionysus asked.

Apollon buried his face in his arms, sulking, "I don't know...What should I do? What should I do?"

Suddenly, his head shot up and he gasped, "I have an idea."

"What are you-" before Dionysus could finish his sentence, Apollon ran out of the shop, "Okaaaay..."

Apollon bolted across the street, not noticing the cars coming his way. One of them stopped with a screech and honked at him.

"Sorry, sorry!"

When he made it to the other side, he burst into the bookstore. Very loudly, "To-To, I need your help!"

The bookstore's owner, Thoth glared at him menacingly from the counter, "Oi, pipe down, Idiot. You're scaring my customers."

"Sorry, but I really need your help, so please help me."

"No, I am not driving your drunk brother home from the bar again."

"It's not that! Not that! I need a few books."

Thoth sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Go find my assistant. He'll help you get what you need."

It took a while for Apollon to find Anubis, the said assistant. He was very good at making himself unnoticeable, "Anu-Anu, can you help me find something?"

Anubis nodded and looked at Apollon expectantly. He doesn't talk much, but when he does, it's only to Thoth. But he is a good assistant, though he seems to do more than Thoth does.

Once Anubis finds the items Apollon had requested, Apollon pays for his books and leaves the bookstore.

"Just a little more..."

Dionysus peered over Apollon's shoulder, trying to get a peek of what he was working on, "So what's this thing you plan to win Mystery Boy's heart with?"

"Shhh...hold on...there!" Apollon presents his little project to his brother, "Ta-da!"

It was a bouquet of lilacs, wrapped up in purple tissue paper and tied together with white ribbon.

Dionysus raised an eyebrow, "What you've been working on for the past two days is just...that? That's a bit underwhelming."

"Dee-Dee, I worked hard on this! Don't be so mean!" Apollon said, "Besides, less is more, right?"

"So, what do you have planned exactly?"

"Well, I want to give these to him, along with this." Apollon showed the Dionysus one of the books he bought from Thoth.

"The Language of Flowers."

"Okay, let me get this straight. You're gonna give him a flower bouquet, but it has a secret message behind it and he's gonna have to decode it."

"Pretty much, yeah." Apollon confirmed.

"Hmm, clever. Very cheesy, but clever."

Apollon wasn't quite sure if Dionysus was complimenting him or insulting him. "It'd be great if I could give these to him soon. I wonder if he'll show up today."

Suddenly, the bell on the door rang softly

"Well, speak of the devil..." Dionysus said when he saw who had come in. He turns to Apollon to see him rushing to hide the bouquet and book under the counter. Dionysus rolled his eyes, "Are you serious?"

"Hi! How may I help you?" Apollon asked in his usual cheery tone.

The purple-haired boy took out his phone and started typing on it. Apollon couldn't help but take notice of the little rabbit charm hanging from it. Cute.

The phone screen held in front of him read, "Do you have any clovers?"

Dionysus nodded, "We do. Let me go get them." He glanced at Apollon and just gave him this teasing look, "Have fun."

Apollon has never felt this way about his brother, but he had never wanted to strangle him so badly until now.

His gaze went to the lilac bouquet sitting under the counter. He wanted to reach for it, but his hand refused to obey him. So he just stood there awkwardly, subconsciously wiping his sweaty palms on his apron. He noticed a notepad and pen sitting on the counter. Apollon could at least ask for his name, right?

Just before he could reach for the pen, Dionysus comes out of the backroom with a pot of clovers. The boy hands him a twenty dollar bill and then leaves.

Apollon's head dropped onto the counter, "My soul is leaving my mortal body..."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic." Dionysus said, "You weren't like this with crushes you had in the past. You would always just go right up to them out of the blue and ask for coffee faster than the time it took me to get those clovers. Though, the last person you went out with dumped you over the phone and you were depressed for weeks because you really liked her. What was her name? Cassandra, I think?"

"Ugh, please don't even say her name around me." Apollon took out the bouquet and looked at it sad sigh, "I couldn't give these to him, after all."

The door bell rang a second time.

"Oh hey, Uncle Hades."

Apollon doesn't even look up from the counter, "Hi, uncle."

"You seem unhappy. Is it because of my misfortune?" Hades asked, "I'll leave immediately."

"No, no! He's always happy to see you. It's just...he's lovesick." Dionysus replied.

"Oh..." This was nothing new to Hades. "Who is it this time?"

"I don't know his name, but he's really cute."

"What's he like, if you don't mind me asking?"

Apollon sighed dreamily, "He's almost as tall as me and a little lanky and he has the most captivating honey golden eyes and hair the color of lilacs. I wonder if it's as soft and fluffy as it looks."

"See? He's describing him like a bad teen romance novelist. He's too far gone." Dionysus said, rolling his eyes.

"One question: does he carry a Polaroid around? And does he happen to be deaf?"

Dionysus raised his eyebrows in surprise, "That's two questions, but yes to both. How did you know?"

"Okay, so remember Takeru? Takeru Totsuka?"

Dionysus nodded, "Yeah, your new boyfriend, right?"

"I...I wouldn't say that..." Hades blushed a faint pink, "Anyway, if I'm not mistaken, the person you are describing is his older brother, Tsukito."

Apollon's head perked up all of a sudden, "Sorry, can you repeat his name again? Repeat it, please? "

"Tsukito Totsuka."

"Tsukito..." Apollon repeated. A beautiful name for a beautiful face. He giggled, squishing his cheeks between his hands, "Tsuki-Tsuki!"

"Oh my god..." Dionysus hid his face in his hand, "I've never felt this much secondhand embarrassment for you ever in my life."

"Now you know how we feel whenever you get yourself drunk." Hades retorted bluntly.

"Hey!"

"Oh hey, Uncle Hades, do you think you can do me a favor?"

Tsukito might need to build another wall in his room at this rate.

All over his room were a bunch of photos he had taken over the years, plastered to the walls like a second wallpaper. The moon was his favorite subject to photograph, so he had plenty of those. Several of the others were pictures of his brothers or his pet rabbit, Usamaro. But lately, he taken a liking to photographing flowers from the flower shop nearby. He had no idea why he was so drawn to that place.

Tsukito has loved photography for as long as he could remember, having lost his hearing at a very young age. Even in the digital age, he still preferred analog photography by far even though it took so much time and work to maintain the cameras. His classmates in his photography class often tease him for being a "hipster". He is a bit old fashioned, he'll admit.

He glanced over the windowsill, where Usamaro was happily nibbling on the clovers he bought him. 'Such a spoiled little bunny.' He thought as he reached to pet Usamaro's soft white fur.

From the corner of his eye, he sees his bedroom door open and his brother coming in.

[Welcome home.] Tsukito signed.

Takeru held out a bouquet of flowers to him. The same tiny purple ones he saw the other day.

[For me?]

Takeru nodded.

[What are they for?]

Takeru just shrugged, handing Tsukito the bouquet, [I don't know. I was asked to give them to you. There was something else, too.] Takeru dug through his bag and took out a book.

"The Language of Flowers."

[I don't know about you, but I hand it to this secret admirer of yours to come up with something this elaborate.] Takeru said, [Have fun, I guess.]

With that, he went over to the windowsill, scooped up Usamaro in his arms, and left the room.

Tsukito looked at the bouquet in his hands, unsure of what to do with it. They were so pretty, it'd be a waste to just throw it away. And it wouldn't be fair to whoever gave these to him.

Setting the bouquet on his bed, he searched the whole house until he found a glass jar to put the flowers in. After he filled it with water, he set it on his windowsill next to the clovers. Tsukito thought they looked nicer like that, the way the sunlight shone through the window and filtered through translucent pale purple petals.

He glanced over at the book that was just sitting on his bed. Why not? It's something to do.

He began skimming through the book. He'd seen so many kinds of flowers, but he had no idea they all had different meanings. He stops when he sees a picture of the same purple flowers he has received.

Lilac - first emotions of love

I was gonna make this a oneshot, but I kinda got stuck at this point, so multiple chapters it is, then. So here's...whatever the fuck this bullshit is.

I even coined the ship name for Apollon/Tsukito. It's Solar Eclipse, because you know, a solar eclipse is when the moon is blocking the sun? I am so creative, aren't I? (Not really)