Flowershop

Chapter Ten

He looked at Alfred's sleeping form, and then realized that he didn't have a blanket. He walked over to his closet and fetched one, knowing the American gets cold easily. He got him a floral comforter, one of his favourites, and gently layed it on Alfred. He stopped and gazed at his face lovingly for a moment, his hand lingering there for a while. He really looked like a baby asleep. He smiled tenderly at him and moved some blond hair out of his face.

He looked away for a second, contemplating his circumstances. I really DO have to tell him soon, he thought, looking blankly ahead of him. He looked back down at Alfred, startled to see that he was also looking back at him, just as intently. Kiku looked at him stunned for a second, then hastily removed his hand from Alfred's pale face. Man, his hands are cold! thought the American.

"Uh, sorry Alfred, there was a bug on your face. A-An ant. A red one." He added sheepishly, looking away. Alfred laughed inwardly as his stupid exuse. He grabbed Kiku's hand, about to say something. He just looked at him for a moment before changing his mind, smiling and simply saying, "Goodnight, Kiku." Kiku got up and turned around, managing a small "goodnight" as well.

He arose early, stretching. Kiku hopped out of bed, and as soon as he finished brushing his teeth and such, strided into the kitchen. He smiled mischievously as he pulled pancake batter out of his pantry, checking to make sure Alfred was still asleep, wanting to surprise him with one of his favourite food. He hummed slightly as he did it, still in his pajamas and enjoying the way the aroma of the pancakes clashed beautifully with his flowers. He throughly washed his hands to ensure that all the egg stuff was gone, and get out two white plates.

The American's eyes snapped open to the sweet smell of pancakes wafting through the apartment. He arose and yawned loudly, getting the attention of Kiku. He looked at what Kiku made and bolted over to him, ready to hug him. "Oh my god, Kiku! You made pancakes! I love pancakes!" The blond yelled in excitment. "Alfred please, don't run or shout, there are people downstairs that are probably still sleeping!" Kiku said, exasperated. "Oh, right, sorry!" Alfred said, slapping his hand to his forehead. Kiku looked away, scoffing. Oh cmon, quit being cute on purpose, Kiku said, with a completely neutral expression on his face, making it impossible to know he was even thinking that.

They sat down at Kiku's table, and began eating, Alfred putting way too much syrup on his, Kiku putting a generous amount on as well. Alfred smiled as though he was tasting pancakes for the first time, a jubilant and blissful expression written all over his features. "Wow, these are so good! Almost tastes like Mattie's!" He exlaimed, mouth full with food. Kiku looked away, disgusted with what he just saw. "Swallow before you talk, Alfred," He said not wanting to witness that again. "Oh, by the way," Alfred said, not paying attention to that last comment, "What day is it again?" He asked inquiringly.
"Um.. Thursday, why?" Kiku asked suspiciously. "Wait! Are you serious? What time is it?" He shouted, standing up. "Seven thirty, why, what's wrong?!" Kiku asked, wondering what he's late to this time. "Oh, crap! I'm late for work! I have to go!" He said feverishly, hurrying around like an idiot. What?? Work? I didn't know he had a job! Kiku thought, confusion jumbling this thoughts. "I'm sorry, I have to go, Kiku!" He exlaimed running out the door. "Wait! I have to drive you! You don't have your glasses or your car!" Kiku shouted after him. After a minute the man came running back, out of breath and waiting for Kiku to join him.

Kiku drove Alfred around, listening to Alfred's directions. He wondered where he worked, they were getting a bit deeper into the city. He had to constantly remind Alfred that he needed directions, for Alfred kept getting sidetracked and talked about other things. "Yes, 42nd Street! Here!" He said, gesturing to a big building.