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Hiya! This is Sekana Katayama with yet another one-shot. This one is supposed to be something of a sequel to "Barley Rice" but it doesn't really matter if you read it or not. I got the idea after writing that () fanfiction.
By the way, there is some KraxYu yaoi/shounen-ai in this fanfic. So if you don't like it, don't read it.
Also, please don't ask me to continue it... yet. I have other stories to finish, so yeah. That's all I'm going to say, so enjoy!
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Yuan sat at his oaken desk in the Sylvarant Renegade Base, tapping a pen against the desk in annoyance. A large pile of paperwork sat before him, looking something like a new breed of monster. If the Chosen's group was here, they'd want to catalogue it in their Monster List, no doubt.
He scowled at that stack of papers, loathing the part of his job that involved sorting through the endless letters, complaints, comments, and junk mail. What a life.
With a resigned sigh, he took the first letter, tore open the envelope, and started to read.
I have always admired your firm resistance against Cruxis's evil. I'd just like to say that you guys are great. Keep it up and all that.
Much thanks, Sheik Yiboudi'
"Must be a local…" Yuan muttered to himself, frowning. Why did they even think that their little comments mattered? It just took up more of his own precious time, better used for, well…
Eating barley rice? Maybe. He just hoped he wouldn't get chubby. Maybe less free time was a good thing.
Anyway… He tossed the letter into the handy trashcan that was hidden by the left side of his desk. One down, many more to go.
His blue eyes glinting dangerously, he opened the next.
I have always admired your firm resistance against Cruxis's evil. I'd just like to say that you guys are great. Keep it up and all that.
Much thanks, Sheik Yiboudi'
What the heck? Had this guy sent two letters saying the exact same thing? What a waste of time… that one went in the trash as well.
The next envelope looked professional and, unfortunately, like bills.
"Oh dear…" Yuan said in horror, opening that one. "I must have forgotten to pay the mana bill…"
Indeed, it told him that he had missed the monthly mana payment of 245,000 gald. That was bad. That was very bad.
Fortunately, as Yuan was fretting over how to get the money there in time, he noticed that the letter sounded a bit fishy. The money was supposed to be sent to…
P.O. Box 777777
Welgaia, Derris Kharlan 12345'
"That's odd… didn't the Mana Corporation used to be located somewhere else?" Yuan frowned. It was a forged bill, a fake. 'Aha.'
With a satisfied dismissal of "Junk," he threw it into the trash as well.
What would be next? Preparing to find out, the Renegade leader opened the next letter.
There is a huge monster plaguing our town of Triet, killing and eating the townspeople. Some say it is the legendary Sand Worm. We are all very afraid it will eat us next, so we decided to write to you to ask you all to take care of it for us. We have no warriors in our town, and we have no way to kill it. So please, think of the many people living here, and answer our prayers. We will never ask you anything ever again, we promise.
By the way, do you guys have any extra food? We're kinda running low on provisions right now. Oh, yeah, and we meant to ask if you all like cake, because the mayor's birthday is coming up and we were thinking of inviting you…
Please help us,
Bud Cheeks'
Starting to get into a foul mood, he picked up the next letter. The pile didn't seem to be getting any lighter. He opened it, wondering what other strange letters he was getting.
I love the way your hair shines in the moonlight
I've seen you, once in a while, when you fight
The horrible monsters of the land, at night
The way you move is oh so right
I think I'm in love…
Would you meet me out in the desert tonight
At the strike of midnight?
I want us to meet, so I can see
If you also love me
Please, wait for me by the entrance of Triet
Tonight, in the moonlight
I'll be waiting,
Buck Naked'
"…" Okay, this was taking it all too far. "What the hell is this?" Yuan shouted irritably, waving the 'love poem' in the air wildly, not caring that no one else was in the room.
"I believe it's some kind of love poem." Kratos remarked casually, leaning against the bookshelf beside Yuan's desk.
"Kratos! How did you get in… again?" He asked in frustration.
"… I used the front entrance, like everyone else." Kratos explained slowly.
"Oh…" Yuan thought for a moment. "That isn't supposed to work like that…" He said under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing. I'm just… doing paperwork." He scowled again. Kratos noticed that his hair was, indeed, very shiny.
"Paperwork? It didn't sound that way to me." The brunette remarked in his usual, uncaring tone.
"Well, it just happens that all these 'letters' are full of stupid crap that people shouldn't even waist my time on. It's not my fault." He grumbled, annoyed.
"Oh, poor Yuan." Kratos put a hand on the scowling man's shoulder comfortingly.
"What are you doing?" He hissed, slapping the hand away.
"Just for curiosity's sake…" Kratos started to ask. "Are you so annoyed because you got a love letter, or because it was a guy that sent the love letter?"
"How do you know it was a guy?" Yuan asked suspiciously. "Do you know him, or something?"
"Look at the name." The auburn-haired man pointed out. "Buck. It must be a guy."
"… I guess you're right." Yuan admitted grudgingly.
"You still didn't answer my question." Kratos stated calmly.
"I don't have to answer if I don't want to." Yuan said stubbornly, starting to open the next letter. Kratos read over his shoulder, unnerving him. What was even more unnerving, and downright humiliating, was that this letter was also a love note.
But… it wasn't like the other one, short and crappily poetic. No, this love note was full of mature content, which shall not be stated here. And Kratos was reading it over his shoulder, chuckling.
Then, horror of horrors, Yuan discovered that the sender of this one was also a guy.
"Good grief!" Yuan buried his head in his hands, wishing to be anywhere but at his desk at the base, reading horrible gay love notes to himself, with his ex-companion there reading at the same time.
Kratos just laughed. Actually laughed. Yuan couldn't recall hearing Kratos laugh for a very long time.
"What is it, now?" Yuan asked, his eyes narrowing. His temper was growing short.
"You keep getting love letters. Isn't it funny that all of them are men?" He teased, knowing full well that Yuan was at the end of his rope.
"That's it! I'm not putting up with all this!" Yuan shouted, tackling Kratos to the ground suddenly. Unfortunately for him, Kratos took hold of his wrists before he could cause the other man any serious damage. On top of that, Yuan was now struggling in the brunette's grip, practically lying on top of him. If anyone saw this, his reputation would be positively ruined.
"Let me go, Kratos! Let me go so I can hit you!"
Hey, if I were Kratos, I wouldn't let go either. And he didn't.
After a while, Yuan stopped struggling, and instead glared at Kratos, who stared back without much emotion.
"Do you want to know who sent all those letters?" Kratos asked suddenly, a mysterious look on his face.
"Hell yes! Tell me, so I can kill them!" Yuan growled.
"I'll only tell you if you do something for me." At Yuan's suspicious glance, he added something else. "It's nothing big, nothing that involves killing or maiming."
"All right." Yuan said at once, fired up at the thought of pounding the people who sent those letters to a pulp. "What do I have to do?"
"Kiss me." The man he was practically lying on told him.
"What did you say?" Yuan asked incredulously.
"You heard me." Kratos grinned slightly. "I told you it was nothing big, and you agreed. And I'm going to hold you to your promise."
"N-no! I can't do that, my reputation will be-" Yuan said frantically.
"There's no one here but you and me, Yuan." Kratos said slowly, making sure the blue-haired man got the picture. "No one is going to see."
"But… I can't… I don't…" He whinged. "I'm not even into guys!" He shouted at last.
"Yes, you are." Kratos told him in all seriousness. "You know it, and I know it."
"How can you know something like that? I never-" Yuan snapped.
"Remember Mithos's birthday, ages ago, when he brought all that wine? It must have been good stuff, because you got even more drunk than he did, and you know how much that one drinks…"
"That's… I see…" Yuan paled. "What did I tell you?" He looked scared.
"Only that you're attracted to men." Kratos said carefully. Yuan let out a sigh of relief. "Brunette men." He added. Yuan blinked warily. "Who wear purple." He added again. Yuan's mouth dropped.
"What are you insinuating?" He asked in outrage, looking down at Kratos's silky auburn hair—er, his spiky ugly hair—and his tight-fitting purple clothes—uh, his regular clothing—and realizing the connection. Not good. Definitely not good.
"You still have to do it. And I won't tell you who sent the letters unless you do."
Again with the letters… Yuan really wanted to find out, but… was it worth it? Heck, no one would know, and Kratos's reputation would be at risk if he told people, so…
"Fine." Yuan said seriously. His wrists were released. He then put his hands on Kratos's shoulders, and leaned down, pressing his lips to Kratos's. Unexpectedly, he felt hands on his back, and was drawn closer. Kratos deepened the kiss, and after what seemed like an eternity they broke away.
Their faces were still very, very close. Yuan had a confused but slightly triumphant look in his eyes. Kratos smiled.
"So, you want to know who sent all those annoying letters? And the love notes?" Kratos asked.
"The what?" Yuan said blankly.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten." Kratos said in surprise.
"O-oh, I mean, of course!" Yuan tried to look as if he had never forgotten. "Tell me!"
"It was…" Kratos started to speak. "Me."
"Y-you? It couldn't have been you, not the love poem, and the-" Oh, great Goddess Martel above… he had sent that M-rated letter, too? It was all too much.
"Yes, I wrote them all. Just to get on your nerves." He stated far, far too calmly.
"You what this means, don't you?" Yuan said dangerously.
"You're going to kill me, correct?" Kratos said with a hint of dry humor.
"No, not exactly." The blue-haired man said, drawing even closer. He started to kiss Kratos again, by free will this time.
