Warnings/notes : Yuki/Shuichi, third pov, slight fluff
Disclaimer : I don't own Gravitation.
written at 23rd may 2003, by Misura, on a far too hot afternoon without any icecream around :-(
"You don't want to eat these anymore, do you?" Yuki inquired, just to be sure.
He has such odd tastes sometimes. Maybe he *likes* his icecream melted.
Shuichi shook his head, looking devastated.
Hn, I didn't think he would. A pity.
"We could buy new ones?" Shuichi remarked hopefully. It was half-question, half-plea.
Yuki shook his head. "There's no way I'm going to walk all the way back, in the hope that maybe that icecream-cart is still there."
"Awww. Please?" Shuichi pleaded. "Please, Yuki?"
"I said 'no'." Yuki replied, as if that was the end of the matter. Which it might be, to him, but which it most definitely wasn't to Shuichi.
"Please? Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease? Please with a cherry on top?" Shuichi threw in a hurt puppy-look, to increase the effect of his words.
I need to have ice-cream today.
Therefore, I *will* get ice-cream.
And you, Yuki Eiri, are not going to keep me from it.
"I said 'no'." Yuki repeated, turning around briskly to start walking in the direction of the park's exit. Shuichi ran after him.
How could my pleas have failed?!
How can he be so heartless?! Can't he see how much in need I am?
"Yuuuuuuuuki!" he whined.
"What?" Yuki was getting annoyed.
"I want ice-cream!" Shuichi stamped his feet. Maybe he intended to look determined, Yuki mused.
He's even cuter when he pretends he's angry.
"Fine. It's ice-cream you'll have then." He continued walking.
"But we're going in the wrong direction!"
"No we're not."
"I don't get it!" Shuichi complained. "One moment it's 'No, Shuichi, you can't have ice-cream', the next it's 'Sure, anything you want' and now ... now I don't know anymore."
"I never said you couldn't have ice-cream. Just that I wouldn't go back for it." Yuki explained, throwing the messy cones in a garbage-bin. "I said nothing about not being prepared to buy ice-cream in a supermarket and eat it at home."
"Oh, Yuki, what a marvellous idea!" Shuichi exclaimed happily. "Then I can have a whole jar just for me, instead of just a cone!" He licked his lips.
"Glad you like it." Yuki mumbled. "*No* hugging! How many times do I have to say it? No hugging! Or else, you'll get no ice-cream either!"
Shuichi pouted. "That's mean." Then he thought of something. "But hey, who says I need *you* to buy me anything? I can pay for my own ice-cream and you'd have nothing to say about me eating it or not anymore."
"You really think I couldn't keep you from eating ice-cream?" Yuki asked with a smirk. Shuichi giggled and backed off, humming the melody of Bad Luck's new song.
What's it called again?
And why do I feel like I'm going to pay for daring to threaten to come between Shuichi and his precious ice-cream?