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I'm bored.

Somebody please talk to me.

I don't care if it's spam. Say something. Tell me I rock. Tell me I suck. Tell me you've hated me for years. Tell me what was for dinner last night. Tell me waht you want me to do. Tell me what you're doing right now.

*tears hair out*

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From:

yuki-scorpio.livejournal.com

..... *fights urge to collapse on keyboard XD*

Yeah! Let's do it here. Make each tag short and cute =D Weeeeeeeeeee!

(and you're starting =P)

From:

shiroibara.livejournal.com

"This way." The hand on Tezuka's elbow drew him out of his study of the thirty-eight varieties of flavored coffee the market carried. Yukimura, still looking fresh as a daisy in an unwrinkled navy suit, had a small basket ticked over his other arm as he led Tezuka back towards produce. "Your blood has enough of a kick without caffeine, mijo," he added, soft enough that it fell only for Tezuka's ears.

From:

yuki-scorpio.livejournal.com

Giving the coffee shelves a final glance before allowing himself to be led away, Tezuka fought down a blush. Of course, there was nothing embarrasing about his blood tasting good to the vampire; it is what it is. It was just the way Yukimura said it, as if teasing him.

They headed towards the aisle of fresh produce, and Tezuka shivered slightly whilst passing by a freezer cupboard. Why did they always turn it down so low?

"You enjoy food shopping." He said as they stopped at where Yukimura wanted them to be, and his eyes saw nothing but green. "I would never have imagined."

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shiroibara.livejournal.com

The hand cradling Tezuka's elbow slid, rubbing up and down his arm to generate heat. "You didn't bring a warm enough jacket today. Spring is coming, but it is not here yet." A soft smile, dandelion fluff in the breath of a breeze, fluttered to Yukimura's face.

"I do," he agreed, letting go of Tezuka's arm to select a plastic bag. Would that the clan residence was out of the city, I'd grow all of these myself. I like nurturing things, I think. They're so beautiful when they bloom and thrive." He picked up an eggplant, deeply purple and robust, feeling it carefully and studying it at length before determining it to be suitable for Tezuka. "Perhaps I do that with people, too," he added, placing the eggplant into his basket.

From:

yuki-scorpio.livejournal.com

The way Yukimura inspected the eggplant as if inspecting his army made Tezuka want to snicker. Today he was feeling good, even conversational. "Is that so. I would rather not be compared with an eggplant; once eaten, there is no more." He glanced at the rows of vegetables, all lined up and waiting to be selected. "We eat vegetables at their prime. But people go on." People grow old, and die. But Tezuka wasn't going to ruin the mood like that.

"Do you know anything about growing vegetables?" He asked, changing the topic as they moved along and examined the imported bell peppers.

From:

shiroibara.livejournal.com

The vampire tilted his head, looking up the slight distance between his eyes and Tezuka's. "You do look nice in purple, but...point taken. People do indeed go on." And they were far tastier, Yukimura added to himself, the curve of his mouth indicating continued amusement.

"Mm. It's a hobby I've cultivated over the years," he replied straight-faced, "first when it was necessary for survival and second when I was young in my new life. It gave me a sense of connection to things alive," he added with a smile, Tezuka's face reflecting in the plain-lensed glasses Yukimura wore.

Slender fingers wavered over the stack, a honeybee debating which flower to alight upon, before taking a large green pepper and placing it in both of Tezuka's hands. "These should be firm to the touch and uniformally colored."

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yuki-scorpio.livejournal.com

The weight of the pepper diverted Tezuka's thoughts from imagining Yukimura as a human. He ran his thumb over the waxy surface of the vegetable, and turned it over in his hands, as if deep in thought. Then he replaced the green pepper and took a red one in his hand, and held it in front of Yukimura. "I prefer these." He flashed a rare smile before putting it into the basket, and leaned down to pick several more. He liked the other colour ones because they were sweet. Apparently human naturally like sweet foods because the taste indicates the food is nutritious. Pretty much the same reason why vampires prefer feeders over ordinary humans.

"Maybe we can go for a countryside break." Tezuka took the basket from Yukimura's hand. Not that he thought Yukimura would get tired, it was just... something friends do. "With Fuji," because it seemed the clan leader's second could always do with some relaxing tme, "and the young one..." He trailed off, having forgetten the name. "The one with curly hair, and sings beautifully."

From:

shiroibara.livejournal.com

Tezuka was so achingly beautiful when he smiled, devoid of the heavy weight that lingered often in his eyes, that it made the vampire pause, simply absorbed for a moment in experiencing him. "I'll remember that," Yukimura said at last, taking a pen and a small pad from inside his jacket and jotting down a note. The list of Tezuka's favorite foods--he kept one for all his feeders--was growing, slowly.

The pen halted, the scientific name only halfway written, as Tezuka deftly lifted the shopping basket in exchange for a soft suggestion. Going away? Syusuke and Kunimitsu and Hajime and himself? Someplace warm and fragrant with rich, dark earth and a garden and lazy days spent doing nothing but feeding and lovemaking? Lying in the cool shade of an ancient tree with cool dirt against his skin and drowning in Syusuke's eyes?

"Yes," Yukimura whispered, the mental image overwhelming in its power, deep and passionate, the longtime love between them nearly tangible on his lips. "Ah..Mizuki," he added after another long moment, smiling again. "I think that would be lovely. Just taking some time away and going to a beautiful place with those closest to me."

Putting away the notepad and pen, Yukimura gently touched Tezuka's arm. "I haven't thanked you for coming back, have I?" Or for many other things.