1541/Still Undefined But Smooching Again

Still Undefined But Smooching Again
Date of Scene:	02 June 2016
Location:	Plot Room #1
Synopsis:	Sake lowers Nagihiko's filter... After some soul searching, Kukai visits Nagihiko. Confessions, a kiss, and the promise to still be angry tomorrow ensue!
Cast of Characters:	Nadeshiko Fujisaki, Kukai Souma

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Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
The Fujisake house is relatively quiet. His parents are still away, having extended their second or twelfth honeymoon, but Aunty pattered about. She's giving Nagihiko some room, pretending not to notice there was one bottle of ceremonial sake missing.

He's not one to drink until he's blind drunk, after all. And it's not as though he drinks a lot and often. So she gives him his space, choosing instead to spend the evening in the wing of the house that is unofficially hers.

(It wouldn't do to have a servant claim ownership to an entire wing, after all, she would claim. But everyone knew it was hers.)

Nagihiko's outside letting the latest coat of nail polish to dry. Up next is a topcoat, followed by strips in a design to, well, paint stripes.

He's on his third or fourth cup of sake, being especially lushful that evening. His phone is with Temari. He ignores her when she plays with it. Afterall, if it were anything important, she'd let him know.

Kukai Souma has posed:
It's a rather quiet evening for Kukai as well, even if he's not in the most quiet of places. He's walking around town, looking at the stores and thinking. The germ of an idea has come to him and he's mulling it over, and a few seconds ago the truth of it came to him. He's not a drinker at all, so his mind is fine and clear when he does this.

Temari might be sort of surprised when the phone rings and displays Kukai's name and number. He's trying to get through to Nagihiko.

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
Temari 'eeps!' and jumps back as the ringing interrupts her perusal of cute kitties. Still, she's happy t osee Kukai's face!

"It's Kukai-kun!"

Nagihiko blinks. "Wait, Temari, don--"

"Kukai-kun! How are you! It's Temari! Here, let me give you to Na-chan!"

With some effort, she lifts the phone and flies it over to Nagihiko. He glares at it for a moment.

"Na-chan, it's heavy!"

"Fine." Grumble, grouse. He takes the phone and holds it to his ear. "Yeah, whaddya want."

Kukai Souma has posed:
Kukai blinks, then smiles. "Hey Temari. It's good to hear from you. I'm ok. Yeah, that's fine." He waits as he hears them talk, then sighs, looking around. "Hey Nagihiko. Look. Can I come over? I... I had a realization. I mean I can tell you on the phone or in person but I really want to come over." He sounds a little desperate.

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
Nagihiko's quiet for awhile, working his jaw muscles. There's a sigh, at least. "Yeah sure, come over."

At least he has warning.

He hangs up without saying good-bye, irritatedly blowing on his fingers before delicately applying strips.

A little while later, the front gate opens. Nagihiko peels the last bit of strips away, blowing gently.

"You know, it's easy to be okay with everything at school. Not so much here." Part of him knows he'll regret this later, but he looks up at Kukai. "I know what I said, but that doesn't mean I like being used like that."

He looks both angry and hurt, and goes back to blowing on his nails.

Kukai Souma has posed:
Kukai walks through the gate and nods at Aunty. "Thank you ma'am." She smiles and heads back, leaving the two of them to talk. Kukai looks over towards the sound of Nagihiko's voice and then sighs. "I know. Every time I see you my heart throbs. It's a bad, miserable feeling, to see you and not be able to hug you, or see you looking so angry at me."

He shakes his head. "I... know. I know what happened. But..." He looks at Nagihiko for a moment. "I wanna say this. I realized something. With as many people as I dated, as many as I was with, you're the only one I want to be with now." Kukai looks nervous and desperate, looking into Nagihiko's eyes...

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
He gives a wry breath of a laugh. "And here I thought I was doing so well hiding things. I gotta work on that mask again."

And it's Kukai's fault, really, that it's broken.

His head jerks up at what Kukai says, and for a moment he looks...vulnerable.

And then he's focusing, hard, on his nails again. And tries for nonchalant.

"Really, if that's because of what I said. I won't be grumpy at you for long, so don't worry about it." He sighs and has to take a moment to breathe. "I'm not going to be mad at you forever. It's not your fault I fell for you."

Kukai Souma has posed:
Kukai sits down Nagihiko, then grins. "I know your masks, actually. I can tell when you're really feeling hurt or whatever." He looks at Nagihiko for a moment, then sets down the little box of sweet pastries he brought between them. "No. It's actually opposite of what you said. I..."

He's quiet for a moment. "I want you to be angry at me. I want... I want to mean enough to you where you want to throttle the hell out of me. And I don't expect to be the only person you love - I'm not Tadase. But... and I know how corny this is... I don't think I felt anything for any of the others like I do you."

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
He's still focused on his nails. "No you can't...I'm an expert on masks. No one can see past them."

He's not sure if he believes it himself, really.

He's focused on his nails because maybe his lower lips is trembling. "I've been wanting to beat the every living shit out of you, even knowing it wasn't fair. Even yesterday at practice. Does that count?"

And then he turns toward Kukai, still not looking at him because TremblingLipItis, but he does put his palm against his cheek, careful of his nails. "And I don't know about how I feel about others. But when I'm with you? All I think of is you." Then his eyes catches Kukai's. "And all I know is that I love you."

Kukai Souma has posed:
Kukai hmphs. "Not when they're made out of skin and Nagihiko. That means I can see past yours." He reaches over, after a moment, putting his hand on Nagi's lower back and sighs. "I... didn't think it was that bad. I'm sorry. I mean. I guess it counts? It's..." He shrugs. "I don't know how to respond to that, but I don't think you're wrong."

He looks up into Nagi's eyes, seeing those trembling lips. His hand comes up to hold Nagi's wrist gently as he talks. "I... don't know what love is, still. But I know that I think about you constantly, and I want to be here besides you all the time. If that's love, then I love you." He looks up at Nagihiko. "Is that ... is that enough?"

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
Nagihiko nods even as his eyes dart away from Kukai's.

"For me, it's...Even if I'm miserable. Even if it feels like..." His clawed fingers bounce against his chest for a moment. He finally looks back up at Kukai. "I'd rather be miserable if it leaves you happy than content on my own." His other hand comes up to rest against Kukai's cheek. "Even if...I don't regret you."

Kukai Souma has posed:
Kukai nods, then shifts, moving the box of treats over to one side and scoots over next to Nagihiko. "Even if I'm lying in bed thinking 'I want to be with Nagi even though he's so furious and I've done so much awful things to him, but I need to make up for it all." He looks at Nagi and shakes his head. "I haven't ever regretted you, Na-kun."

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
There's really not much more he can think to do. Kukai's all but dumbed his brain, in all the ways that are good.

At first, it's a light brush of his lips against Kukai's. Barely there, a feather's touch. And then another.

And another.

And then there's a noise, and his lips are pressing, pulling, licking and tugging, as though he'd been told he'd never be allowed this again and suddenly he was.

Kukai Souma has posed:
That light touch is all he needs, that feel of Nagi's lips against his. And then another, and another, and suddenly Kukai's pulled the purple haired boy in tightly against him, clutching him tight and returning the kisses.

And he's not crying. It's just that Nagi's nails are sharp. Yes, that's it.

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
He's said it twice before. Each time, he's meant it more than the last. Now is no exception.

When he pulls back, just, for breath, the side of his hand thumps against Kukai's shoulder. "I've missed you."

And it's a silly confession from the outside. After all, it's been less than half a week. But those short days felt as though they'd dragged on forever.

Kukai Souma has posed:
He sighs and then caresses Nagi's sides, nuzzling in against him and holding onto his middle, feeling suddenly more whole than he had in days. "It ... I know you're not over being mad at me. You can't be. But I don't care. I'll be here with you mad at me and.. and suffer, because being here is better than not, no matter what."

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
He fights back a grin as he finally opens his eyes. "I'm not."

The admission is quiet and soft, and at odds with the gentle stroke of fingers down Kukai's cheek. "Fortunately for you, I've had just enough sake to not give a shit right now."

Speaking of!

He reaches out and holds up the small bottle. "Want some? It's the ceremonial, not the crap we use in practice."

Kukai Souma has posed:
Kukai grins and nuzzles Nagi, sighing. "Mmm. How much is the right level of sake for 'not giving a shit'? I'm not a big drinker, but I guess I can try a little." He takes the bottle and takes a very small sip. "Eeeyeow."

He laughs and hands the bottle back, then looks around. "... Huh. Have you seen Daichi and Temari since I got here?"

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
Nagihiko thinks for a moment before he shrugs. "I've had maybe two or three before you came here." He takes the bottle back and takes another sip. "Or four. So maybe for you...one and see where you are?"

He glances around briefly before shrugging. "She probably pulled him away somewhere. I haven't exactly been...pleasant."

Kukai Souma has posed:
Kukai lets out a breathy whistle and laughs, nodding. "I'm not... honestly I might get a beer or wine cooler or whatever's in the fridge once every season. Drinking is not something I do a lot of. I don't mind it, though." He pets Nagi's shoulders, then hugs him again. "So I've been moping on my bed and running around town and I even ran into Daisuke and talked to him, but none of it was really... really, you know?" He looks at Nagihiko in the eyes. "I started thinking 'what I really wish I could do was hang out with Nagi and see what sort of stuff we can get into.' and it wouldn't go away."

He chuckles. "Well.. probably they're off playing together with your phone or something. It's ok." He leans back and looks around. "So... what now?"

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
He shrugs. "Neither am I, really. But sometimes...you know."He raises his eyebrows at the admission of moping in bed, then scowls a bit when he thinks Kukai isn't looking. "Daisuke isn't that cute..." Shit, that was his out loud voice!

He clears his throat. "Well, I get the moping bit. I haven't exactly been Miss Sunshine lately."

He grins and stands, holding his hand down to Kukai. "Well, considering my plans for the evening included watching my nails dry?" He shrugs and suddenly looks shy. "Maybe we could...watch TV. Or, you know, nap. Or something."

The idea of a decent rest, even if its only for a few hours, is really appealing. He hasn't gotten much good sleep since Kukai was here last.

Kukai Souma has posed:
Kukai chuckles. "You're realer than the rest, at least." He looks at the back of Nagihiko's head as he talks, then laughs. "I... yeah? I mean I could say something really awful here but I won't. But no, he's not nearly as cute as you."

He hugs Nagihiko close again, then stands, following him. "...You know, napping sounds really good. A nice, good sleep. I haven't slept much lately."

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
Nagihiko gives a soft snort even as his cheeks turn pink at the comparison. "Do I want to know?"

He tsks and brushes Kukai's hair out of his eyes before tugging him along. "Sleep seems to be a precious commodity lately. But the sheets are clean." And, as though he needs to entice Kukai even further, raises his voice in an almost singsong pattern. "And they smell like the mountains~."