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Allowances [PG - InuKai]

This was started quite awhile ago, but I only finished it today ^^;. Don't be deceived! Just because I worked on it longer does not in anyway mean it's better. It just means it was in my hands for a longer time to allow me to screw it up ^_^.

Title: Allowances
Author: M snowym
Pairing: InuKai
Rating: PG
Warnings: caffiene addiction, overuse of the hissing noise
Word Count: 800
#27 - Line between Love and Hate for 30_cracks
Note: It 'tis unbeta'd, and no one's looked it over for sensical'ness, but it may make a slight degree of sense (that is, if it were about anything). This is what happens when M babbles in fic!form (wait, doesn't she always do that?).
Summary: Inui tries to find Kaidoh, and finds something hot instead.


Inui frowned as he pulled the blankets over his head.


“Just 5.32 more minutes, Kaidoh,” he said, although it would have sounded slightly muffled to anyone listening, as he was encased completely in thick covers. Inui kept his eyes firmly squeezed shut in an attempt to let sleep reclaim him.


No such luck.

Inui groaned. Winter mornings were absolutely uninhabitable. They... they were far too cold, and much better spent hidden. Any other time, Kaidoh would take his word as fact, but on mornings like these, he would just joke about how Inui was acting “28-percent” his age. As if he would just throw unbased percentages like that into conversations. Which he wouldn’t... well, most of the time anyway. After having his character called into question, Kaidoh would do the unthinkable. Yes, tear the covers off of him. This was cruelty to senpais as far as Inui was concerned.

Really, his boyfriend was much too persistent sometimes.

Curling his toes and squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation of the sensory overload that was sure to come, he waited. And waited for a moment longer. The blinding light and frigid air never made its excruciating attack. With a sigh of relief, Inui let his muscles return back to a relaxed state. But... dammit. He couldn’t fall back into slumber. He furrowed his brow in worry, wondering if Kaidoh had been studying. Hopefully Kaidoh wasn’t getting any sneakier in his wake-up tactics. He was already ruthless.


“Fine. I’m up, I’m up.”

He flung the comforter back dramatically, trying to show his displeasure at being forced to assume consciousness at such an hour. Wait, what hour was it? Inui glanced over where he knew the clock would be, but realized he wasn’t yet capable of sight. All his vision met with was a neon red blur. His hand felt along the surface of the night stand, trying to locate the black frames that held his bid to visual freedom.

After a few more moments of blind groping, Inui found his glasses. Sliding them on, the neon blur formed a semblance of numbers (it was 9:37am, by the way), but there suddenly became apparent a new question. Where was Kaidoh? He had thought the other boy was in the room, but other than the bandana (and a few other articles of clothing he had managed to harass off the other boy last night) that lay on the floor, there was no hint of the other to be found.


Inui turned towards the familiar noise and followed the hiss all the way across their place (which was only into the next room, as their apartment wasn’t very big). Though, he could only stare dumbly once at his destination. Kaidoh wasn’t the one who had woken him up.


“I got out of bed because of this, again?”

Inui poured himself a cup of coffee. Kaidoh would probably be offended if he knew how often Inui mistook the coffee maker for his boyfriend in the morning.

He took a sip of the hot liquid, before realizing his fatal mistake.


“Ah, Kaoru... Good morning. I... I poured you a cup of coffee?” Inui nervously held the cup out towards his weary-eyed, yet seething, boyfriend.


The proffered cup was snatched with a vengeance from his hands. Seeing no harm done his his appendages, he breathed a sigh of relief. They both took a seat at the table, just like sane people might have done on a morning like this.

It was a household rule that Kaidoh had dibs on the first pot of coffee. The whole pot. It was more of a silent agreement, but the other would take often painful measures to make sure it was abided by. He learned his lesson after the first miscommunication on this subject. His wrist had been sore for days afterwards.

Since training menus weren’t such a big part of their lives anymore, he would allow Kaidoh this one indiscretion. Well, not so much ‘allow’ Kaidoh to, as he did it because he feared for his life when the boy had his bouts of morning drowsiness. He could do whatever he wanted, just as long as it left all his fingers unbroken.

Their mornings were pretty atypical at times... err-- most times. But as long as Kaidoh could put up with Inui’s diva-like sleeping requirements (which he didn’t), and Inui could put up with Kaidoh’s massive coffee ingestion (which he did with fear), they would stay that way. A love like theirs couldn’t come without a few oddities. Misgivings were for sane people, therefore, they had none.

“Touch my coffee like this again and die, Sadaharu.”

Inui smiled as he got up to make another pot of coffee.
Tags: 30_cracks, fanfiction, inui x kaidoh, prince of tennis, rated pg

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