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Bara no Hana

Aya woke up and looked at his alarm clock. It was 11:30, and he was certain he'd set the alarm for 9. He checked, and he had. He was also certain he'd turned it on, but, for some reason, it was turned off. He got out of bed and walked over to his dresser to get some clothes, only to discover a big card and an arrangement of orchids and roses.

"What's this?" he muttered, picking up the card. It had a pair of kittens on the front, curled up together in a sunbeam. "That's almost sickeningly cute." He opened the card. Inside, the text read "Being next to you is my favorite thing. Happy birthday!" There was also a note, scrawled in purple ink. "I thought you could use some extra sleep, so I turned off your alarm. I'm covering your shift, so don't worry about it." It was unsigned, but the handwriting - and choice of flowers - was unmistakably Yohji's. He smiled slightly. Leave it to Yohji to do something like this.

Dressed in fresh clothes, Aya headed downstairs for the flower shop. He was intercepted on the stairs by Omi, who was grinning.

"Where are you going, Aya-kun?"

"I thought I would get something to eat and maybe read something."

"That's okay, then. You're not working today. Yohji-kun's orders."

He smiled again. "I guess I'll have to listen, then. You're all teamed up against me."

Omi smiled in response and let Aya down the stairs.

Aya walked to the kitchen, where Ken was waiting for him.

"Let me guess. I'm not supposed to cook, either."

"Exactly. What do you want to eat?"

"Miso, rice, and scrambled eggs with cheese."

"Coming right up," Ken smiled. He boiled water for miso, scrambled some eggs, and scooped a bowl of rice from the rice cooker. For good measure, he made a pot of tea.

Aya sat at the table and watched. All this, just for a birthday? He wasn't used to the attention and wasn't sure he liked it. He decided he'd go along with it anyway. Not having to cook was kind of nice.

Ken placed the food on the table in front of him. "Here you go! Anything else?"

"Some of that tea. How did you get drafted into doing this?"

Ken poured Aya a cup of tea. "Well, I cook better than Omi, so I got this job."

Ken looked like he wasn't going to divulge any more information, so Aya ate his breakfast quietly. He finished, and Ken took the dishes away before Aya could take them to the sink.

Aya shook his head. He didn't quite understand what the big deal was. It's just a birthday. He went to the living room, where he picked up the book he was reading. It didn't look like anyone was going to stop him, so he flicked on the lamp above the chair and settled in for a nice read.

Several hours later, Yohji came in. He'd closed the flowershop, and it was time for him to give Aya his birthday present. He took the book from Aya's hands, marked the page, and closed it. "Come with me," he said.

Aya followed him upstairs, where he was told to change into something nice. He put on a pair of black slacks and a black collared shirt. "Shoes..." He searched his closet and found nothing 'nice.'

Yohji came back in and saw him searching. "What are you looking for?"

"Nice shoes," he replied.

Yohji smiled. "Try these."

Aya stood up and turned around. He opened the box Yohji was holding out to him. It contained a pair of boots identical to his favorite assassin boots, except they only went to his mid-calf, and zipped. "Thank you," he said, putting them on. Then he looked up and noticed what Yohji was wearing - well-fitting black trousers and a green silk shirt that teased at the well-muscled torso beneath it. "You look really good," he managed.

Yohji smiled. "You do, too." He held out his arm. "Shall we?"

They went to Yohji's car, and he drove to a popular Japanese restaurant.

"Reservation for Kudou," Yohji told the hostess.

"This way, please." She led them to a table and presented them with menus.

"Thank you," they said.

They perused their menus, and a waiter came to take their order, placing a pot of tea and two cups on the table.

"I'll have a bowl of miso, the tempura vegetables and fish, and plum sake," Yohji stated.

"I'd like a bowl of udon, and stir-fried rice with shrimp," Aya said.

The waiter nodded and went back to the kitchen.

"So why are you making such a fuss over my birthday?"

"I wanted to. And it's been a long time since anyone did something special for you." Yohji smiled.

Aya blinked. "It has. Thank you," he said, his smile reaching to his eyes.

The waiter returned with their sake and soups, and they ate and drank, their main conversation shared with their eyes.

After dinner, and two bottles of sake, they took a walk through town. Young girls - and no few young boys - gazed at the two beautiful men walking together.

"Do you want to go anywhere, Aya? Get some dessert or anything?"

"Ice cream," he said, as they got close to an ice cream parlor. "Then you."

Yohji coughed. "As you wish."

They returned home and went to Aya's room. "I never thanked you for the flowers. They're quite beautiful, even if the two flowers aren't ones you'd normally put together." He drew Yohji close in his arms and placed a gentle kiss on his neck before whispering, "Thank you."

"The flowers are kind of like us, you know? Despite being an unusual mix, they work beautifully together." Yohji squeezed Aya's shoulders.

They went over to the bed, divesting each other of their clothes on the way, and made love.

"Happy birthday, Aya," Yohji whispered, cuddling close. "I love you."

Aya smiled. "I love you, too. Thank you for everything today. It was great. It was the best birthday I've had."

Warm and sated, they curled up together and fell asleep.

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