Yokozawa Takafumi's Mistakes (Sekai ichi Hatsukoi fanfic)

Mistake # 17

              Placing a bowl in the sink, Yokozawa lets a satisfied smile cross his lips. The dark haired salesman could practically already see  Hiyori's face light up. Yokozawa had spent many hours deciding which dessert to make when Hiyori returned. Currently, the adorable little angel was on a trip the grandparents took her on. They made a plan to go to Nagoya for sight seeing. Hiyori was excited to hear about the trip, especially since in school she was learning about the Nagoya castle.
             As much as the the little girl wanted to go on the trip, there was something that dampened her mood. When Hiyori asked if her father and Yokozawa could come along, both men had to refuse on the account that many author greetings and general printing meetings were scheduled this month. No amount of overtime and cramming as much work into a day as possible was going to help them get to a place where they could ask for some days off.
             It had been heartbreaking watching Hiyori's face transform into one of disappointment. Like usual Hiyori put on a brave face. She had said it can't be helped if there was work to be done. Of course, Yokozawa and Kirishima teamed up to cheer the little girl up by making various plans and promises. When Hiyori said goodbye and left for her trip both men were happy to see her back in high spirits.
           Tenderly smiling at the memory, Yokozawa acknowledged that Kirishima is right. With Hiyori, Yokozawa is a pushover that is ready to drop everything to do whatever the sweet, precious little girl wanted. Still, Yokozawa knew he wasn't as bad as his lover who, in Yokozawa's opinion, was the very definition of a doting father.  Distracted by his thoughts, Yokozawa jumped with a yell as he felt lips press against a very sensitive area on his neck.
         Unfortunately, Yokozawa's hand ended up knocking the bowl of pudding he had just finished onto the ground. Growling, Yokozawa whipped around to glare at his lover with his hands pressed firmly on his hips. An amused expression shifted to one of guilt as Kirishima noticed his lover's angry demeanor.  Coming close to the salesman, Kirishima went to calm Yokozawa.
         Judging the stance Yokozawa was in to be one that meant he would get his hand smacked if he attempted to touch the salesman, Kirishima kept his hands to his side. Letting out a huff, Yokozawa set about picking up the bowl that had fallen on the ground. Yokozawa intended to ignore Kirishima, however Kirishima didn't want to leave his lover in an agitated mood. And Kirishima did regret his actions having ruined the dessert his companion had just completed.
             "Don't worry about  cleaning this up. It was my fault. I can take care of it," Kirishima offered this as he bent to pick up some of the utensils that fell on the floor.
         "It's fine. I can handle this. I would prefer you get out of the kitchen and stay out. All you do is get in the way. Or you do something to distract me causing cooking to take longer and involve more mistakes. Just go watch the television or read a book instead of making things harder for me," Yokozawa snapped, as he gracefully went about cleaning his domain.
          Discouraged, Kirishima's shoulders slumped as he backed away. "I'm sorry. I know I can be troublesome. It's just I was bored and lonely. It's not a good excuse to come and tease you, especially when you are in the zone. I saw you smiling so gently that I wanted to inquire what was going on. Well to be honest in general, I wanted to hang and chat while observing you cook. It makes me happy seeing you so content and relaxed preparing food in the kitchen.  I'll leave you alone."
           Blank faced, Yokozawa stared at Kirishima. Clearly, Kirishima had been hurt by Yokozawa's rather harsh dismissal. In no way did Yokozawa mean to upset his lover. It's just Yokozawa had a harder time being productive in the kitchen when Kirishima was around. Without any warning, Kirishima often comes up behind him and places feather soft kisses on his neck or cheek or he wraps his arms around Yokozawa.
            Even if Yokozawa is aware of Kirishima's approach, it doesn't stop him from getting startled or from shifting his attention towards the feel of his lover close to him. This is dangerous as one of them could get injured by Yokozawa's lack of focus on the task in front of him. Yet, Yokozawa would be lying if he said he wasn't a little lonely cooking when Hiyori is gone. He had gotten used to listening to her cheerful chatter and it made time go by faster.
            In addition, Yokozawa had not directed much of his attention or energy towards his lover over the past few weeks. Things have been crazy busy leaving them exhausted or just missing meeting up with each other. When the two men did have time, Yokozawa had to catch up on laundry, housework  and grocery shopping. Accomplishing these tasks took up a good chunk of Yokozawa's day. Even with Kirishima helping in the few small ways Yokozawa permitted.
           It's no surprise that Kirishima would be bored and lonely. Honestly, Yokozawa could feel guilt rise in him. After all, Kirishima hadn't attempted to stop Yokozawa from doing what he needed to get done for a while now.  Kirishima had been respectful and holding back from dragging Yokozawa away to satisfy his surely pent up sexual desire. Frowning, Yokozawa felt like he was neglecting his lover.
         Glancing over at his sulking partner, Yokozawa's lips twitched. 'How is it possible for someone to look both childish and adorable at the same time?' Putting in careful consideration, Yokozawa stopped what he was doing and walked over to stand in front of his lover. Reaching out, Yokozawa grabbed Kirishima's arms and pulled him up from the couch.  Keeping a firm grasp on one arm, Yokozawa led Kirishima back towards the kitchen. Confused, Kirishima stood not sure why he was brought back over.
             "I thought you wanted me gone from the kitchen," Kirishima inquired, watching Yokozawa pull out ingredients to remake a pudding.
            "I did. Then, I changed my mind and decided you should keep me company while I cook," Yokozawa said with his back still facing Kirishima.
           "Is that so?" Kirishima asked, taking a few steps forward.
             Spinning around with a whisk in his hand Yokozawa's grey eyes narrowed a tiny bit. Pointing the whisk at Kirishima, effectively stopped him in his tracks. Frowning, Kirishima waited expectantly for Yokozawa to move the whisk out of his way. Instead, Yokozawa pressed it against Kirishima's chest.
              "This is not an invitation to touch me. If you are going to stay in the kitchen, you must stay at least five feet away at all times and keep your hands to yourself. Am I clear?" Yokozawa demanded, not willing to give an inch of Kirishima planned to be near him while he was cooking.
            "Yes. I will behave," Kirishima reluctantly accepted Yokozawa's terms obviously disappointed at this turn of events.
           "Good. If you are a good boy I will let you have some dessert when I am done cooking," Yokozawa said fighting against the blush as he knew his lover would pick up on the implication.
             "I look forward to it," Kirishima responded as anticipation welled up inside him.
           Biting his lip, Yokozawa quickly found this situation wasn't much better than other times that he cooked. As expected Kirishima stayed well within the range that had been indicated while keeping his hands to himself. The conversations they had were interesting and comfortable. The brown haired editor made pleasant and entertaining company overall.  The issue Yokozawa had was the lustful glances his lover shot his way. Also, how his lover kept scanning his eyes over Yokozawa as if looks alone could undress him.
           As much as Yokozawa focused on cooking, he couldn't help the shivers that went through his body every time he caught the unintentional smirk or lick of lips that Kirishima carried out. Despite his best efforts, Yokozawa could feel his body heating up. His heartbeat started to increase and his movements slowed.
           To both men, what felt like an eternity passed as Yokozawa finally put the finishing touches on the pudding. Smiling Kirishima, came forward to collect his prize for having fulfilled his part of the deal. To his frustration, Yokozawa stuck out a hand to stop him.
            "Why are you stopping me? We both are craving each other's touch so let's get to it," Kirishima spoke, barely able to keep himself from taking Yokozawa right here and now.
            "Taste this for me. Then we can move to the bedroom," Yokozawa countered, blushing as he couldn't deny his desire to be pleasured by his lover's skillful fingers and big cock.
           "Feed it to me," Kirishima requested opening his mouth.
             Embarrassed, Yokozawa gritted his teeth and picked up the spoon. Scooping up the pudding, Yokozawa gently fed his partner. Observing Kirishima, Yokozawa couldn't help but feel relieved that he hadn't shown any initial signs of the pudding tasting bad. 'It's at least edible.'
         "So how does it taste?" Yokozawa questioned.
           "Here. Why don't you try for yourself?" Kirishima said while holding out a spoon to feed Yokozawa.
           Reluctantly, Yokozawa allowed himself to be fed. Allowing a few minutes to fully get a sense of what the pudding tasted like, Yokozawa found himself satisfied with his dish. "I wasn't to sure about how mango pudding would go. It's not bad though."
          Thump! Whipping his head in the direction of the sound, Yokozawa stood shocked as he saw his partner choking on the ground. A rash had broken out over his skin followed by a trail of hives. Gasping sounds could be heard as Kirishima's throat swelled up. One hand clenched so right it drew blood, the other clawed desperately at his throat. Kirishima closed his eyes as pain and lack of oxygen was sapping his energy fast.
          Full blown panicked coursed through Yokozawa. Resisting the urge to go to his lover's side, Yokozawa raced for the closest phone. In his distraught state, Yokozawa trips crashing hard to the floor. Pain shoots through his body, but the salesman ignores it. Grabbing a phone, Yokozawa dials 911.
            "Hello this is Kiara speaking. How can we help you?" A disinterested voice asked.
              "My lover is on the floor with hives and a rash and he can't breath and I don't know what to do and-" Yokozawa rambled on not able to get his thoughts in order.
           "Sir please calm down and listen to me. It sounds like you just described the symptoms of someone having an allergic reaction. I need you to tell me your location so I can send help," Kiara calmly responded to Yokozawa.
           "We are at the View Place Yoshida apartments in room number 412. Hurry! I don't think will be able to breath for much longer!" Yokozawa shouts in to the phone having moved to Kirishima's side and taken to holding one of his hands.
             "Help is on the way. In the meantime I need you to take a deep breath. As panicked as you are now, your partner is probably ten times more panicked. It does no good for either of you, if neither of you can calm down," Kiara explains in a commanding tone.
             Shakily, Yokozawa squeezes his eyes shut holds his breath, counts to ten and then releases his breath. Only a fragile calmness in obtained by the salesman, but it was the best he could do. Putting the phone back to his ear, Yokozawa prepared himself for further guidance.
           "Seeing how you aren't heavily breathing into the phone, I'm going to assume that you have managed to calm down a bit. Here are a few things to do while waiting for help. First, raise your lover's feet 12 inches and try to help him remain calm," Kiara instructed Yokozawa.
          "Okay. Ummm. What do I do? He is currently puking," Yokozawa inquired forcing back the anxiety threatening to overwhelm him.
          "Turn him on his side,"Kiara answers hearing shifting from the other side of the line.
              "I have him on his side," Yokozawa    says after the struggle of moving Kirishima while holding back his hands to keep him from ripping out his throat.
              Kiara had been in the middle of giving Yokozawa another tip to help in this situation when Kirishima unexpectedly spasms. One of Kirishima's arm knocks the phone out of Yokozawa's hand. The phone slides across the room. Briefly, Yokozawa considers getting the phone until teeth close hard on his hand to get his attention. Groaning, Yokozawa looks down to see Kirishima's eyes cloudy and half shut.
           Softly, Yokozawa strokes Kirishima's hair and plants many feather light kisses on his swollen skin. "I'm here. Medics are on the way. Everything is going to be okay. Just listen to my voice. I love you, Zen."
          Tears built in Yokozawa's eyes as he witnessed his lover's suffering and knew it was his fault. The salesman kept repaying the words I love you until the medics arrived. They swarmed around Kirishima leaving Yokozawa with no option, but to back up. Numbly, Yokozawa watched them inject something into Kirishima. Then, they lifted his partner onto a gurney and carried him to the ambulance. Somehow, Yokozawa persistently shoves his way through the medics to get close to his lover during the transportation.
            Likewise, Yokozawa invited himself to ride on the ambulance with Kirishima. Lips moved as the medics asked him all sorts of questions. Yokozawa had heard his voice responding, but had no clue what he actually told them. The rest of the ride had been a blur to Yokozawa. All that Yokozawa remembered was that he continued to stroke Kirishima's hair, reassure him that he was there and promise that it would all be better soon.