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[fic] Honey My Love So Sweet, Naruse/Omi??, Humor, G (5/5 END) [Jun. 22nd, 2006|02:37 am]
Contradanza
There's a Shinomiya/Iwai omake coming up. Watch for it!

And yes, I still owe mp3s yey.



Honey My Love So Sweet
Part 5 (end)




Kaoru watched from a safe distance as Omi called down to the boy in the blimp, which eventually landed thanks to Omi's diplomatic pleading for the "unnecessary attention-calling" to fade away. Omi and Naruse walked side by side through the crowd of curious boys that had gathered at the game fields, making their way toward the Chairman's office, heads hung low and shoulders hunched.

Kaoru was at first satisfied with the docility he saw in Naruse... until the blond boy slung an arm around Omi's shoulders, and Kaoru caught what he thought was a satisfied smile on the taller boy's face as he nuzzled Omi's hair.

Without his knowing, Kaoru's fist curled into a ball, and the side of it struck the glass of the window he was looking out of. He was nowhere near strong enough to destroy it, much less dent it... and knowing that only added to the feeling of helplessness that plagued him.

He knew he should let Omi deal with it himself, because Omi had asked. And yet, Kaoru wanted to put some safeguards in place.

He asked himself: what would Omi do in his situation? If there was some nitwit out there who pursued Kaoru relentlessly, and wouldn't take "no" for an answer... what would Omi do?

Kaoru knew. Omi wouldn't give it a second thought: he would speak to this person. He would perhaps even threaten this person with bodily harm - he had done it before, and with satisfactory results.

But Kaoru wasn't Omi. He was okay with Omi doing things for him without being asked. Kaoru, on the other hand, had never fought any of Omi's battles for him.

So finally, Kaoru decided: For his best friend's sake, he was going to go above and beyond Operation: Anti-Honey.

At last, he was going to take care of Omi. For real.





"So," Naruse opened, smiling with a barely repressed smugness, "I suppose you called me over to discuss my Honey."

Kaoru wasn't sure if it was Naruse himself, or just the way Naruse talked, that irritated him. For some reason Naruse seemed - calculated, deliberate, and even if comparisons with the 100% all-natural boor Niwa Tetsuya were unavoidable, Naruse even seemed to be a craftier type of jock. It was like there was nothing about Naruse to dislike - though there was something about his flamboyance that was designed to make people uncomfortable.

"I am requesting you not to refer to him in that manner for the duration of our conversation," Kaoru said stiffly. "He has a name. It's Shichijou Omi. Could you respect that?"

Naruse threw up his hands. "Omi, then. It's a beautiful name. But man, you sure are prissy." He took a sip of the mocha drink he got for himself. They were in the Treasury, so they'd had to order the mocha drink especially from the school's five-star cafeteria.

Kaoru had gotten a tall glass of cold oolong tea, and even as he resented being called "prissy," he took the time to note that both Naruse and Omi seemed to have a sweet tooth.

Kaoru decided to get straight to the point. "As Omi's friend, I would like to ask you to leave him alone."

Naruse looked up from his mocha drink. He met the seriousness in Kaoru's eyes with a piercing playfulness, one that meant to break down walls. "What if I say no?" he asked coyly.

"Then I'd have to keep asking you until you do."

Naruse half-smiled, twirling the mocha drink's straw between his large fingertips. "Using my own tricks against me, eh? Insistence is my middle name, you know..."

"It is hardly a 'trick'." Naruse was not an easy man to dissuade. "If I were sure that Omi reciprocated your feelings, i would leave the two of you alone. But I am sure, as Omi's closest friend since childhood, that he does not. Therefore I feel it is my place to meddle."

Naruse looked deep into Kaoru's eyes.

"How about if Omi likes me too?" he challenged. "Even if it's not right now... what if he won't like to hear that you were meddling? What will you do?"

Kaoru sat up straight. He had to admit it did not even occur to him. Naruse simply didn't seem like Omi's type. In fact, he wasn't even sure Omi even had a type. He just didn't want Omi to be with Naruse, that was all.

"Until I'm sure that Omi likes you in return," he responded carefully, "I'm afraid I'll have to stick to my original plan." He leaned forward, took on the most threatening tone he could muster. "I don't rely on Omi entirely, Naruse. And don't think 'insistence' is my only weapon. I have my own devices. And trust me - the next time you seriously inconvenience my friend the way you did with that blimp this weekend, I will use them on you. With great prejudice and a smile on my face."

After this, and to Kaoru's surprise, Naruse became silent for a long time. His unreadable stare to Kaoru's eyes did not waver, and in response Kaoru did not waver. He needed to show this lout that he was serious about this matter.

"What if I told you," Naruse eventually whispered, "that you don't have to use anything on me?'

Naruse stood, and his stare upon Kaoru took on a predatory color.

All of a sudden, Kaoru became keenly aware that they were the only two people in the Treasury office. And that he had locked the door, in case Omi tried to come in.

Kaoru tried to stand, but all Naruse needed to do was throw his weight forward so that his hands were planted on Kaoru's armrests, and his entire body was blocking Kaoru's further movements. Large as he was for a freshman, and as frail as Kaoru was physically, forcing an exit out of this situation was definitely out of the question.

"Naruse, what is the meaning of this?" Kaoru demanded. He kept his cool, but he hated to think Naruse was in any way like Niwa, or his horny constant companion Nakajima. Or worse.

So many days ago, it seemed, Omi had suggested that Kaoru was likelier to be Naruse's "Honey." Was he right, and was Naruse using Omi just to get to him, after all?

"Saionji," Naruse said slowly, close to Kaoru's face. "Shichijou isn't my Honey."

As Kaoru digested this, as well as the fact that Naruse hadn't tried to molest him yet even in that moment of absolute vulnerability, Naruse threw himself back down in his sofa chair.

"Honestly, Saionji," he sighed, with much trepidation. "You're the smartest kid in school. I'd've thought you would've figured it out sooner. I'm not interested in either of you. In fact, I wouldn't have run after Shichijou if he hadn't suggested it."





"Omi would never do that," Kaoru hotly retaliated, after Naruse was done explaining. "He would never trick me like that, never -"

"He told me about that time when you were eleven and you were skiing, and he fell down a cliff and pretended he was dead. Do you remember that?"

Kaoru could certainly remember. He'd invited Omi to join his family on a Swiss winter holiday, and as it was Omi's first time skiing, he tended to lose control of his skis. He once fell down a shallow cliff (it was hardly a cliff, really - more like a slope) and pretended not to be breathing. For a moment eleven-year-old Kaoru became a quivering mass of panic, until Omi miraculously "came back to life," tackled his friend and made him forget to get angry for falling prey to such a tasteless joke.

"So if he can get away with that," Naruse pointed out, "what makes you think he won't try anything meaner?"

Kaoru was still digesting this. "You... you both..."

Naruse shrugged.

"You both did this... for FUN??"

"Well, I did, I must admit. Shichijou, I'm not sure... he just said it was important to him, and I was bored."

"So the thing with the exhibitions... the candies... the meals..."

"During the 'exhibitions', Shichijou and I hung out and played tennis." Naruse pulled himself up proudly. "The candies and meals, I made myself! Did you like them?"

"...the blimp..."

"Oh yeah, the blimp." Naruse chuckled, even as he cringed. "That mayyyy just have been a bit overboard..."

"Yeah," Kaoru did not hold the acid back.

"I mean it was a blimp, not a balloon or anything. People are going to be talking about it even long after we're gone..."

"I get it," Kaoru interrupted, rubbing the manga panel-size vein that was threatening to pop out of his forehead.

"...Anyway, I have to apologize for the blimp. Shichijou didn't even know about that. Only the Chairman and I did, that was how I got the permit in the first place."

"You saw the Chairman?" Kaoru took care not to let the surprise show in his voice. As far as he knew, of all the students in the school, only he and Omi knew what the Chairman looked like.

Naruse shook his head. "Me? Ah, no. Like everyone else, I had to submit a proposal and then wait for word. I just did it on a lark. Then the blue bear in his office told me 'Congratulations! Your proposal has been accepted! You may launch the blimp on Saturday." He chuckled, shaking his head at the memory. "As it turns out, the Chairman knew about Shichijou's joke, too. He just thought the blimp was a neat idea."

Even the Chairman was in on it?? Kaoru wasn't sure how much more of his dignity he had left to sacrifice. Such an elaborate trick, and from the hands of the person he trusted the most...

"Thank you for this information," he said coldly to Naruse. "Now I'm afraid I must go. We can talk more later, Naruse."

"Wait," Naruse said quickly. A quick catlike lunge, and Kaoru's slender wrist was trapped inside Naruse's powerful athlete's hand. And Kaoru looked down at Naruse with pure hatred.

"Saionji... blame me all you want, I deserve it for being bored in the first place. But don't hate Shichijou for this."

"I may never forgive him," Kaoru said, almost automatically. "This is... this is unheard of. I can't have him betray me like this."

Naruse leaned forward, and his intense gaze bore into Kaoru's eyes.

"Think about it, Saionji. Would Shichijou really stage such a huge prank just to upset you? He's needed something from you for a long time. And I daresay that with this meeting of ours, he's found it."





The next few days caught the silence between Kaoru and Omi cold, unforgiving. And yet, every morning, Omi waited outside Kaoru's room so they could go to breakfast together, and from there go to their classes together, and then to the Treasury room together. The silence was not sharp enough to cut their togetherness in half.

It was, however, strong enough to fray its edges.

They couldn't hold out for long, though, and someone had to break it sooner or later. "I'm truly sorry," Omi said.

Kaoru's silence was a signal for him to proceed as he saw fit.

"I needed to know... how you'd react."

Kaoru stared at Omi. Omi turned his eyes away. Though he was ready to talk, talking while meeting Kaoru's eyes was still a bit of a challenge. "How I'd react?" Kaoru challenged. "To what, to you pulling a prank on me?"

"To me," Omi replied solemnly, "not being here."

It was a scenario they never discussed, perhaps because it was too unlikely, or perhaps it was just too painful to imagine - what if someday, they were suddenly to become emotionally distant from each other. What would happen?

"You didn't need to go to such lengths." Kaoru still wanted to sound icy, but now that they were talking, it simply seemed unnatural to keep up the facade. "You're much too sentimental."

A light chuckle escaped Omi. "Well, I learned what I wanted to, at least..."

After Naruse had confessed everything, Kaoru and Omi spent the next few days relearning the comfort of their old routines. It wasn't hard at all, and in fact fighting against it was even harder. Kaoru was close enough to Omi to know how badly Omi wanted things back the way they were, and he was familiar enough with himself to know that he could never truly hate Omi, for only this person, in all the world, was worth suffering that sort of assault on his pride for.

"Omi, tell me," Kaoru said, "what did you find out?"

As he spoke, he picked out a tiny leaf that was stuck in Omi's hair.

Omi smiled brightly at him. "Everything I needed," he quietly replied.





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Comments:
[User Picture]From: lyntek
2006-06-21 07:04 pm (UTC)
This is such a great ending, I was wondering how you were going to wrap it all up XD SO HAPPY YOU WROTE THIS IT IS ♥ ♥ ♥ Q_Q (feels sorry for Kaoru now instead of Omi) because omfg PRETENDING HE WAS DEAD IN THE SNOW XD So effing mean!
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[User Picture]From: lepetitehorruer
2006-06-21 08:16 pm (UTC)
great fic good job XD xxx
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[User Picture]From: strawberryharem
2006-06-22 07:57 am (UTC)
i'm glad you liked it ♥♥♥

i bet omi's done much worse than pretending he was dead in the snow XD XD and we wonder why kaoru can be cold toward him. he might pull some sort of stunt like that again!
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[User Picture]From: vanilla_ofuda
2006-06-21 08:59 pm (UTC)
omg XDXDXD

I love this fic *___* It's so funny and perfectly in character, and, and...

Naruse's always shot down as a boar. XDXDXD
Nobody understands the depths that is Naruse!
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Err... Never mind. XD You captured him well, too. ^___^ SO LURVE <3333 XD
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[User Picture]From: strawberryharem
2006-06-22 07:58 am (UTC)
ahh yesss the complexity of the man! he hides it so well underneath all that... muscle and hair.

i'm happy you liked it! :D :D ♥
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[User Picture]From: vanilla_ofuda
2006-06-22 11:16 am (UTC)

XD

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T___T

Now you have painted me an image in the mind that is a very furry and bulky Naruse. T___T

I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU AAARGH
*pokes out eyes*
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[User Picture]From: seguchi_aya
2006-06-21 09:27 pm (UTC)
This may be the most adorable fic I have ever read. (^_^)
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[User Picture]From: strawberryharem
2006-06-22 08:13 am (UTC)
wah thanks! i'm glad you liked! ^_^
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