Author: Koi/silverstrings
Pairings: Ban/Ginji/Kazuki
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned in this fic are copyright/property of Rando Ayamine and Yuya Aoki. Not mine. Duh.
Notes: This begged to be scribbled out at 3:30am this morning, and I decided I liked it enough to post it. It started out as just KazukiBan fluff, but Ginji wormed his way in there, too. Train-of-thought type of writing; it's meant to flow without a lot of commas and periods to pause. Wee, go me. Mood music for this was Ayumi Hamasaki's instrumental version of "Voyage". ...Yeah. Enjoy.
Silence is louder than anything on some days. The days where Ban is groggy and sluggish and has no words or sharp insults to offer because it's just too damned cold to bother.
The days where the presence of rain or snow or both tickles his senses and it's all he can do to keep his face buried comfortably into a neck that smells oh-so faintly of lavender and creme and then it's chocolate-brown hair tickling him instead - soft and silk and fine against his cheek and in his fingers as he runs his hand through it in one long, lazy motion.
The days where Kazuki is warm but Ban is warmer because the bodies on either side of him make it so. Ginji is like a human heater, and Ban could swear he feels the slightest tingling in the blonde's hands as they slide over his back in slow, warm circles. And Ginji is warmest because he never seems to be cold, and Kazuki and Ban relish the heat he radiates.
The days where Ban's face is buried against Kazuki's neck and Ginji's is nestled into Ban's hair and they look, for all the world to see, puppies curled together to keep safe from the cold.
The days where Ban sleeps - not easy but easier - because this is safe and comfortable and as close to home as he will ever feel anymore.
The days where Kazuki stays half-awake to listen to the sound of his Raitei and Midou-kun breathing while they nap and for awhile he can forget that anything - anyone - else in the world exists. And his fingers are tracing small little patterns of nothing on the back of Ban's - or is it Ginji's? - hand beneath the blankets before that hand twitches a little and takes hold of his, fingers interlocking in a gesture that shows more intimacy to Kazuki than most other things ever could.
The days where Ginji has pleasant dreams that are no different from reality because Ban is Ban-chan and Kazuki is Kazu-chan and they are the biggest part of home to him. And he knows Ban-chan misses Yamato, and he knows Kazu-chan aches for Juubei and Toshiki and Sakura, and Ginji aches himself, because he has nobody to miss because they are both right there in his arms.
The days where snow dusts the tops of roofs and window-ledges and the 360 outside in the parking lot, and Kazuki's tired eyes watch the white flakes fall outside the window in his bedroom while Ban's eyes are closed and seeing nothing and Ginji's are closed and seeing everything.
The days where Kazuki is warm but Ban is warmer and Ginji is warmest, because they are home and the bodies curled so close to them make it so.
.owari.