"fanfict" galeotto fu il cuscino Title: convict was the pillow
Fandom: Kamen Rider Den-O
Pairing: Deneb / Yuuto
Raiting: PG type: oneshot Prompt: generic fluff for
Flufflathlon Waringins: fluffagine ...
Yuuto was awakened by a sudden jolt ... ZeroLiner hated when I changed the track, was always a step so tactless!
He stretched, stretching his arms behind him, and immediately noticed a major shortcoming.
- Where the heck is the pillow? -
they had searched the couch under him. the floor in the immediate surroundings, and his eyes were fixed on the chair, a few yards from where he stood.
I knew he would be there. Did you know that Deneb had moved back even though he's had repeated a billion and a half times that he did not want.
- DENEB! -
He yelled, rushing to grab the pillow on the chair in time to get him in the face all'Imajin who had rushed into the wagon, feeling call.
- Deneb, damn, want to plant it to take off the pillow? -
Deneb had picked up and quietly placed the cook, who fell to the ground, and had returned to his place. Chair.
- The pillow is in the chair, not on the couch, Yuuto ...-
- But I want to sleep with that damn pillow, you understand? -
Yuuto had seized the head of Deneb to settle a head, and had done very badly. Now she was crouching on the floor whining rubbing his forehead, making a fuss as usual.
Deneb in himself was smiling sweetly, to ascertain how a person can not change at all despite the world around him keeps changing ... Yuuto was a human being worthy of note, from this point of view. The
Imajin had knelt beside the boy and had his hand moved away from the front, replacing it with yours.
- Are you hurt, Yuuto? -
He asked in a tone calm but slightly worried that the boy had just blush, knowing that despite all the scene he was doing, in fact it was highly likely that he would not come even a bruise.
- It 's obvious that I hurt, you idiot! - But he had blurted out, wiping her eyes and clutching Deneb, one arm around his neck, pointing the impromptu wrestling. - Your Testaccio is damn hard! -
- Ah, Yuuto! - The
Imajin never did really drag when the boy decided to vent it, he knew that he needed, and agreed to be a bit scrambled 'willingly, just to enjoy the radiant smile of Yuuto later when panting does not come off triumphant . Probably the boy's smile was the thing he really cared in the world.
- And now that I do not promise more leverai the pillow! -
- But Yuuto, the pillow should not be on the couch! -
- Whaaaa, you're just a hard head! -
The boy was sitting on the couch with offensive air, arms folded on chest and pout, and Deneb had stopped to observe a moment, before exiting the car without a word.
The first thing that crossed my mind was to Yuuto to see that silence was "not that I have offended this time?". But just shook his head, banishing the thought, and went to pick up the pillow was still sleepy and wanted to sleep, and wanted to sleep with that damn pillow.
did not know how much time had passed since he had fallen asleep, is not that the time had truly value when we were traveling through. He had his eyes half-open soon, and at that moment he realized he had something under his head, but that was not the pillow. His first key
blind, so he had turned over on his stomach, finally opening his eyes and confronted the face of Deneb. Only then he realized that he was sleeping with his head on his lap.
- But ... -
was fired, pulling down and looking around. The cushion was back in his chair, looked at him and Deneb quiet.
- Ben woke up, Yuuto! -
The look of the boy had fallen on the legs of Deneb, then went up to her face dell'Imajin.
- Why I was sleeping on you? -
- Well ... I tidied up the pillow, but I thought it probably would have been uncomfortable with nothing under her head, then. because I had nothing to do ... -
- But as I slept? -
- Four or five hours, I could not ... -
Yuuto was left dazed staring at him.
- You mean you've been building them for four or five hours? -
- Well ... yes. -
Deneb's tone did not betray any discomfort or resentment, as if he was claiming to have been shopping, the most trivial of the world.
mount Yuuto had heard about a strange feeling, a mixture of embarrassment, happiness, irritation. Before you know it had thrown a punch against the shoulder of Deneb, shouting: - Idiot! - Imajin
had distinctly heard the laughter, the laughter of a happy and sweet mother observes her child with tenderness that tries to make the big. He could not help but embrace it, even if he felt stupid to do so, even if he did not like appearing sentimental.
Deneb had returned the hug, stroking her back slowly.
- Yuuto ... -
The boy did not reply, she was too embarrassed to contribute to the conversation, he could not even make the head to say something derogatory in his defense at the time of dissolving the hug.
- Yuuto, from now on we always do so ... - Imajin had proposed, his head resting against the boy. - At least stop cluttering the car ...-
Yuuto had thrown a punch in the stomach, so weak that Deneb as soon as you had noticed, and had broken away from him, crossing his arms to his chest and muttering do with snooty.
- It 's obvious, or leave me the pillow or you should do it! -
Deneb smiled, resting a hand on the shoulder of Yuuto.
The boy's mouth and then felt the cold metal and dell'Imajin lean on her cheek ... and at that time had seemed cold at all, for nothing lasts, not at all devoid of life.
was blushing violently. Then he hissed - Deneeeeeeeeb! -
But before he was able to grab the Imajin was already at the door of the car.
- I'm going to cook dinner! -
- Deneb, right back here! -
- angry does not make you well to pressure, Yuuto! -
The door was closed and the boy was left alone, sitting on the bench. It had taken a moment before realizing that he was stroking his cheek, where Deneb had given him a kiss.
- ... idiot ... -
He mumbled to himself, going to sit on the chair, hugging his pillow.
was very grateful now that the rightful place of that cushion was not on the couch. So much.
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