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when the gales of November come early

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Fics: 1 InuKai, 1 TachiTez

Title: Unfair Advantage
Author: Kish
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Inui/Kaidoh
Note: Inspired by the second volume of Antique Bakery. Those of you who have read it will probably know what I got the idea from. Also, this was meant to be fluff, but it ended up...not.

It pained Inui to take advantage of Kaidoh’s weaknesses sometimes. It wasn’t entirely ethical, to be sure, especially since they were in a relationship that was based on trust and mutual respect. But really, the fact that Kaidoh had this particular weakness at all seemed to prove that their relationship wasn’t only based on respect...

“Senpai, we have to finish our homework first,” Kaidoh said, crossing his arms stubbornly. He sat down on the edge of the bed and made as if to pick up his English textbook.

Inui sighed to himself. Kaidoh had shoved him away rather violently this time. Inui shook his head and feigned remorse. “You’re right. I’m sorry; I wasn’t being very responsible just now.” Inui sat down in his desk chair and reached up with a hand as though he were about to adjust his glasses. Instead of adjusting them, though, he slid the lenses off of his face and gazed directly at Kaidoh. “It’s only that I find you so irresistible...”

With blurred vision, he could just barely see Kaidoh’s eyes widen. However, Inui didn’t need glasses to see Kaidoh stand up very quickly, and to feel Kaidoh practically pounce onto his lap and kiss him hard. Inui happily went along with this new agenda, which, of course, had been his plan to begin with.

Honestly, he had to stop exploiting this.


“Senpai!” Kaidoh pulled his hand out of Inui’s gentle grip, looking horrified. He hissed, “We can’t hold hands in public!”

“Ah, yes. My apologies. I forgot for just a moment.” Inui managed a contrite expression. Kaidoh kept on glaring at him. After all, this wasn’t the first time tonight that Inui had “forgotten” Kaidoh’s dislike of public displays of affection.

Inui had a short mental battle with his conscience. His conscience, a tiny thing of absolutely pitiable stature, emerged battered and waving a white flag. So Inui tipped his head down in Kaidoh’s direction and let his glasses tilt until his eyes were visible over the rims. “I am very sorry, Kaidoh. Will you forgive me?”

“Of-of course, senpai,” Kaidoh stammered, looking utterly entranced as he stared into Inui’s eyes. Inui had to work very hard to avoid doing a victory dance, which wouldn’t fit with his image at all.

Kaidoh looked slightly bewildered as he slipped his hand back into Inui’s. And Inui promised himself that this would be the last time he used that tactic. Well, at least it would be the last time today. The last time this hour? Hm.


“There could still be people around, we can’t...”

“There is an eighty-nine percent chance that the area around this bench will remain vacant for the next twenty minutes.”

“What about the other eleven percent?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“S-senpai...? Oh!”

So it worked even in such extreme circumstances, Inui noted vaguely. He didn’t have time to write it down, though, because he was otherwise occupied.



Oh dear, Inui thought, setting down his pen and notebook on the grass beside him. That was not the sound of a happy Kaidoh. It more closely resembled the sound of a rampaging, violent Kaidoh. He calculated in his head whether he had done something within the last twenty-four hours that could have angered Kaidoh enough to make him sound like that. When his mind reached fifty possible incidents, he discarded the calculations as invalid and biased.

“Yes, Kaidoh?” he asked, pretending as though he didn’t know that anything was wrong. Then he did a double take. Kaidoh wasn’t giving his usual glare of instant death. As a matter of fact, Kaidoh wasn’t glaring at all, because his eyes were closed. “Kaidoh, aren’t we still training together today? Why-”

“You should know why,” Kaidoh snapped at him, his eyes still clenched shut. “You’ve been taking advantage of me!”

“Hm?” Inui blinked. “Well...I thought that your decision to...let me take advantage of you...was informed and with your consent-”

“I don’t mean that!” Kaidoh interrupted, his cheeks coloring a bright shade of crimson. “I mean, you’ve been taking off your glasses to get me to do what you want!”

“Oh,” Inui said, more meekly than he’d intended. Well, there went the chance of telling a plausible cover story. Inui cleared his throat and tried to decide whether he’d get in more trouble for lying or for telling the truth. “I...well...yes. That’s true.”

“You bastard!” Kaidoh raged at him, finally opening his eyes.

“But I had good reasons for it.” Inui tried to placate Kaidoh by using his most soothing tone of voice. One of his hands, seemingly of its own volition, started to stray upwards.

Don’t you touch those glasses.” Inui lowered his hand. Ah well, it had been worth a try. Kaidoh stalked over to him, his glare as fierce as Inui had ever seen it. “If you try that again, I’ll...I’ll tape those to your face!” He stood over Inui, glowering. “Understand?”

“Yes,” Inui said, sighing aloud this time.

“Good.” Kaidoh sat down a good three feet away and started his stretches.

“Kaidoh, do you need any-”


“Oh.” Inui subsided, and started trying to think of ways to get Kaidoh to forgive him...ways that did not involve taking off his glasses.

Title: A Present Dilemma
Author: Kish
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tachibana/Tezuka
101_kisses theme: #27, "silver"

“Hello, Tachibana speaking.”

“Kippei. Which do you prefer, silver or gold?”

“Oh, Kunimitsu.” Tachibana adjusted the cell phone so that he could hear better. He was slightly surprised by the question, but answered, “Silver, usually. Why?”

“I just need to make a decision on something,” Tezuka said, the phone connection interrupting his words with a bit of static. “I thought you preferred silver; I just wanted to be sure. I should be home in time to make dinner, all right?”

“All right. I love you,” Tachibana said, leaning back in his chair, smiling faintly.

“I love you too,” Tezuka replied. Tachibana could almost hear his answering smile. Then the connection was broken, and a moment later Tachibana heard the sound of the dial tone.

Tachibana hung up his phone and clicked it shut, tucking it back into his pocket. “Hmm,” he said, puzzled by Tezuka’s phone call. He picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip.

“What did your wife say?” Kamio asked, setting down his muffin.

“He’s not my wife,” Tachibana said, amused. It was a long-running joke between him and Kamio, although many of the old Seigaku regulars didn’t appreciate it very much. It had started more than one fight at parties in the past. “He asked whether I liked silver or gold better, for some reason.”

Kamio laughed. “Sounds like someone’s getting jewelry.”

“What?” Tachibana glanced at Kamio. “I doubt that...I really don’t think Tezuka’s the type to go out and buy jewelry.”

“Well, that’s just what it sounded like,” Kamio said, and shrugged. “What else could it be?”

“I suppose so...” Tachibana said. That was true, what else could it be? Surely there were other things. Surely Tezuka wouldn’t spend money on something so impractical.


But what else could it be indeed, Tachibana found himself wondering on the way home from lunch. He tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the steering wheel of the car. A choice between gold or silver...really, jewelry was one of the only things that could be the point of such an inquiry. They’d never actually bought each other anything that expensive before. Most of the things they spent money on were joint purchases (like their apartment) and practical too (like the new stove).

But did Tachibana want jewelry, that was the real question he needed to ask himself. The answer was undoubtedly “no.” It wasn’t as though he ever wore anything more than a single earring, and Tezuka knew that. Certainly Tezuka wasn’t out buying jewelry for him at this very moment. The notion was ridiculous.


But it would probably pay to be ready in case Tezuka had bought him jewelry, Tachibana realized during the elevator ride up to their apartment. He hardly wanted to look shocked and horrified when...no, if...Tezuka had gone through the effort of finding something for him. He leaned against the back panel of the elevator and stared up at the mirrored ceiling, thinking about what he could say.

He tried out a line he’d heard on a commercial for diamond necklaces: “Oh, it’s exactly what I wanted! It’s so beautiful!” No, that just sounded stupid. Besides, that had been a woman saying that, and a woman who had actually asked for the necklace. Tachibana was not female, and he hardly craved sparkling accessories.

“Thank you. It’s lovely.” Tachibana tried that one out in a very serious tone. No, because that way he sounded like someone accepting flowers at a funeral. Maybe if he made it more enthusiastic? “Thank you, it’s lovely!” He sounded like a jewelry commercial woman again, he thought, banging his head repeatedly on the elevator wall.


It seemed like there was nothing else to be done. Tachibana stood outside their apartment door, deliberating. He supposed he was going to have to go for a natural reaction and be done with it, even if he sounded like a complete idiot. He turned his key in the lock and pushed the door open. “I’m home!” he called.

“Kippei,” Tezuka greeted him, pulling himself up from his position on the couch. They shared a quick hello kiss, Tachibana doing everything he could not to betray his state of mental chaos.

But Tezuka examined him intently. “What’s wrong?”

“What?” Tachibana asked, although he should have known Tezuka would sense that something was the matter. “Nothing. It’s been a long day, that’s all.”

“Mm.” Tezuka nodded. “Oh, I needed to tell you: I finally replaced the lamp in our room.”

“That’s good,” Tachibana said distractedly, then fixed on what Tezuka had said. “Oh, that’s definitely a good thing! It was getting old, after all. Can I see it?”

“It’s your room too,” Tezuka said with a touch of humor. “Of course.”

Tachibana pulled off his jacket and hung it on the coatrack, then followed Tezuka through the small dining room and into their bedroom. Tezuka stopped beside the bed and said, “That’s it.”

Tachibana studied the new floor lamp with a critical eye, but could find nothing wrong with it. It was lightly ornamented, simple but elegant, a perfect combination of both their tastes in style. Clearly Tezuka had taken some time to find the right lamp. “It’s beautiful,” Tachibana said, admiring it.

“Well, I asked your opinion on it earlier, remember?” Tezuka said. “You wanted a silver base, and I agree. It matches very well.”

“Oh,” Tachibana said, then, “Oh! That’s what you were asking about!” Suddenly, everything made sense. Tachibana reminded himself to yell at Kamio later for feeding him such misinformation.

“Yes. Didn’t I tell you?”

Tachibana abruptly swept Tezuka into an embrace, resting his head on Tezuka’s shoulder and then pulling back so that they could look each other in the eye. Tezuka looked surprised. “Kippei?”

Tachibana planted a delicate kiss right on Tezuka’s lips. “Kunimitsu...thank you so much for not buying me jewelry.”

And he refused to say another word on the subject, leaving a puzzled Tezuka to wonder whether or not Tachibana actually wanted that new earring for his birthday.
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