This is pure fluff based on my very favourite PoT pairing...InuKai! This is
also my first PoT fic so I hope I wrote their personalities right. I think
I did, I'm just not very confident. Oh well R&R please.
It was trivial, but necessary to do. Inui picked up the flower, examining the array of sleek yellow petals. Was it really such a big deal? The house was dead silent. He was alone in the room. No one would be home until late. No one needed to know that the Inui Sadaharu had resorted to this.
Love sick girls did this all the time right? But he wasn't a love sick girl he was The Data Man of Seigaku. Supposedly his love affair was to be with his facts and figures, but instead he found his emotions veering towards another man. One he considered unlikely – at first, but damn if this boy wasn't worth all the love that Inui was willing to give.
Sakuno and Tomoko were doing it after tennis practice, gently plucking all the petals off. "He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not." They giggled, obviously this wasn't a fit way to find out anything legitimate or true, but it did give you some kind of false relief.
"This really is ridiculous," he breathed, "but based on my calculations...I've got nothing." He was so accustomed to knowing something about everything, but this eluded him entirely. How could he know, just by looking at someone how they felt, especially when they tried their hardest to hide anything beyond gruff determination. Of course he sometimes showed the embarrassment, but he could never be entirely sure. Still, that uneasiness made those lips look so kissable. It was hard not to mould them to his own demanding.
"Well here goes." If nothing else he could always add these petals to the Inui juice later, after all they were non-toxic.
"He loves me," he slowly plucked off a petal.
"He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me." Forty-eight petals later, surrounded in a mass of lightly scented flower bowery Inui pulled off the last one issuing a, "he loves me," behind the widest smile he could muster.
Cleaning up all the mess, he put them in a beaker beside his bed, mentally noting to add that to a particular draught of Inui Juice he would take the liberty of drinking.
Taking off his glasses he settled down for a short nap, before hearing a gentle tap on his window. Below a slightly disgruntled Kaidoh was lightly throwing a tennis ball against his window. The blur of his non-spectacled gaze didn't make that figure any less recognizable as being his.
"You promised to help me with my snake today, or did you forget?" he hissed.
"You know I could never forget you," Inui called, unable to distinguish any of Kaidoh's emotions from facial expression, nor hide any of his own. "I'll be right down."
He decided right then that plucking petals off of flowers was all well and good, but it was time to be honest. The love sick girls that did those silly things usually stayed that way...as single love sick girls because they didn't have enough self-confidence to say what was on their mind.
His mamushi was below, angry because he had probably wanted to get an early start on practice. To deny this love and attraction would be to deny existence itself.
Putting on his glasses, and feeling the weight of his tennis racket on his shoulder, Inui headed out the door realizing that some data could only be obtained through newfound experience.
It was trivial, but necessary to do. Inui picked up the flower, examining the array of sleek yellow petals. Was it really such a big deal? The house was dead silent. He was alone in the room. No one would be home until late. No one needed to know that the Inui Sadaharu had resorted to this.
Love sick girls did this all the time right? But he wasn't a love sick girl he was The Data Man of Seigaku. Supposedly his love affair was to be with his facts and figures, but instead he found his emotions veering towards another man. One he considered unlikely – at first, but damn if this boy wasn't worth all the love that Inui was willing to give.
Sakuno and Tomoko were doing it after tennis practice, gently plucking all the petals off. "He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not." They giggled, obviously this wasn't a fit way to find out anything legitimate or true, but it did give you some kind of false relief.
"This really is ridiculous," he breathed, "but based on my calculations...I've got nothing." He was so accustomed to knowing something about everything, but this eluded him entirely. How could he know, just by looking at someone how they felt, especially when they tried their hardest to hide anything beyond gruff determination. Of course he sometimes showed the embarrassment, but he could never be entirely sure. Still, that uneasiness made those lips look so kissable. It was hard not to mould them to his own demanding.
"Well here goes." If nothing else he could always add these petals to the Inui juice later, after all they were non-toxic.
"He loves me," he slowly plucked off a petal.
"He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me." Forty-eight petals later, surrounded in a mass of lightly scented flower bowery Inui pulled off the last one issuing a, "he loves me," behind the widest smile he could muster.
Cleaning up all the mess, he put them in a beaker beside his bed, mentally noting to add that to a particular draught of Inui Juice he would take the liberty of drinking.
Taking off his glasses he settled down for a short nap, before hearing a gentle tap on his window. Below a slightly disgruntled Kaidoh was lightly throwing a tennis ball against his window. The blur of his non-spectacled gaze didn't make that figure any less recognizable as being his.
"You promised to help me with my snake today, or did you forget?" he hissed.
"You know I could never forget you," Inui called, unable to distinguish any of Kaidoh's emotions from facial expression, nor hide any of his own. "I'll be right down."
He decided right then that plucking petals off of flowers was all well and good, but it was time to be honest. The love sick girls that did those silly things usually stayed that way...as single love sick girls because they didn't have enough self-confidence to say what was on their mind.
His mamushi was below, angry because he had probably wanted to get an early start on practice. To deny this love and attraction would be to deny existence itself.
Putting on his glasses, and feeling the weight of his tennis racket on his shoulder, Inui headed out the door realizing that some data could only be obtained through newfound experience.