Osaka-neechan: TT;; Ben and Drew may be OOC. Whatever, I guess.
Ben: XDDD
Osaka-neechan: Oo;; *eyes him weirdly* Huh. Well, I know I missed the White Day Contest, but I wanted to write a BenDrew fanfic anyway. Plus, the dream has nothing to do with anything I know of or got from the kick-ashu DIVE comic that Osaka-neechan worships in a non-worshipping way. *nodnod* It was just a nice fill for the Plot… Plot? What Plot?
Ben: XDDD
Osaka-neechan: *twitch* Ben is acting all weird again…
Drew: *comes in and drags Ben away*
Ben: … *pout* >P
Osaka-neechan: *cough* ^^()() Eh…I hope…you like it…‘nd it isn’ all scary… Seeing that the title of both fanfic and one-shot chapter being irrelevant…also, guessing who this is really viewed by all irrelevant too… *nervous laugh* Ehehehe…damn.
Disclaimer: TT;; Everything belongs to Bass Master Faye-sama-person and whoever else she works with and stuff. *fishies swim by* Fishie, fishie, fishie… ^^ Yay… Oro fishie!
Advertisement (or Warning): Shounen-ai of Ben x Drew and Drew x Ben. *evil glint in her eyes* Fufufu… Oh, and a minor OC that is a cat-spirit-dude. Damn. Also, this is sort of random and stupid, too.
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~ Kisses Locked in Bubbles ~
By Osaka-neechan (Bishoujo Osaka)
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Right around the exact moment, the person who had the job of bringing the trash out would probably be staring at the three trash cans full of Valentines Day chocolates all addressed to the same person.
It was not Drew’s fault that one of them was accidentally knocked over because an innocent orange cat just decided to trip over it while trailing him around.
In fact, Drew particularly cared very little about the trash cans or the sweatdropping person standing there, along with a few others who paused to look at the mess of pink ribbons and sweet chocolates.
He was staring down at a modest, specific box on his lap while stroking on the same cat who had jumped and knocked over the trash can (on purpose, not that he had any mind of telling his feeder this).
It seemed to the cat that the handsome boy girls were fawning over all day (after following him around, he realized this), was experiencing a problem many boys who wanted one girl out of all of them to give him chocolates on Valentines Day, had.
This was blushing madly, sweating, and boring invisible holes through poor chocolates that the said one girl had given to him on said Valentines Day.
Drew did not notice the cat beginning to smirk wickedly at the thought of, ‘Only, it’s more said boy than girl.’
He just sat there underneath the well shading tree as people began to clear the grassy area to attend their classes, and some more people coming to replace them on walks and talking.
It was just a plain box, but if you were the cat being stroked, you could absentmindedly muse on the star, heart, and moon shapes of white truffle chocolates with liquid dark chocolate inside them, seen through the clear wrapping and a small note taped clumsily on it.
Happy Valentines Day, Drew-fellow!
I hope you give me chocolates on White Day.
I like White Day.
There are babes and chocolates on White Day.
Chocolates taste good.
Babes never give me any though. So you have to.
Plus a kiss, because you never gave me one back, remember?
Love (if you give him chocolates and a kiss),
If you really thought about it, the cat continued musing, the note was nothing special at all.
Not with all the yummy chocolates inside the white and clear box, that was.
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There was a eight-year-old Ben beginning to run down a hill holding a small plastic red hoop and blowing translucent bubbles through it, all while heading straight towards a certain ravishing, blonde-haired, lime-green-eyed college sophomore.
Drew blinked unconsciously. At least the last moment that he remembered, he had been nineteen years old. But apparently he stood in an eight-year-old body as well. When he looked back up, there was Ben with a periwinkle blue sky behind him, the peaks of pine trees behind the hill swaying in a cool autumn breeze.
There was a sign he noticed as Ben soared past it. It said Midori Farm. That seemed somewhat familiar. Turning his head around, he felt an unnoticed smile creep on his lips as he saw, indeed, a big red farm off a bit far back, and a nice white bunkhouse nearby him. He still had no idea why he did that, but it was probably because he proved his suspicions to be right.
Small children smiled for irrational logic like that reason.
But then suddenly, there was a collision forced upon his poor four-year-old body, and Drew was unable to see anything else, because in the next second he came to realize after snapping out of an already dazed state that Ben was giggling as he lay sprawled on top of Drew. This upset a part of his mind he could not recognize, but for a few moments they just stayed there on the yellow-green wavering grass, Ben catching his breath.
It was finally when Ben shakily stood up and offered him a hand did he take it, and speak while on his feet.
“Hey,” came the accusing voice of a child not unlike Drew’s, “you spilled the rest of the soapy water for bubbles, Ben. That was mine…”
Though the sentence was left trailing off, both young boys glanced at the liquid mixture, actually seeping into soil with the bottle and plastic hoop abandoned along with it.
Ben frowned; picking up the red bottle and peering inside as if he thought doing that would make more magically appear. Then he turned his eyes to Drew, before seriously saying—
“I think you’re right.”
Drew could feel a pulsing vein pop even on his four-year-old temple.
Snatching the bottle from his curious…friend, and picking up the plastic hoop from the grass as well, he gave the younger boy a reply testily.
“Well, what are you going to do about it, huh?”
Immediately, Ben grinned again, bright and naïve as he was laughing when running down the hill. Drew tried to resist rolling his eyes at the comment he just knew was going to come up.
“Nothing!”
Unfortunately, the “girls-would-faint-over-in-a-second” blond could not resist smacking the boy on top of his head. Then again, most people would call that more fortunate than not.
Except for Ben himself, of course. Yet he had been the ideal person Drew hit on the head because of knowing each other all this time and being the type of person one would hit over the head a lot. But maybe it had not been “all this time” yet, with them being four-years-old. Drew honestly couldn’t tell. However, that still didn’t change the fact that there had been a smack, issued on the…interesting, boy’s head.
Smack.
“Ow!” Truthfully, that was a lightening response. Especially when Ben rubbed his head with a reddening mark on the dark hair.
Drew ‘hmph’ed in his eight-year-old body, wearing a triumphant expression.
“You have to pay me back,” he retaliated, not wanting to give up. It was just like Ben to ruin one of his toys, moments, or whatever. Ben usually got away with it though, and this was what bothered him so much sometimes.
Ben tilted his head, abruptly stopping the fake fountain of water trailing down his face as tears. He sniffled, swatting at his friend.
“You dun hafta be so mean about it, Drew-fellow!” the younger boy complained, blubbering. “Fine. I can pay you back.”
After inhaled one more time, a small smile started playing on the Ben’s lips, and when the younger of the two leaned in, Drew was suddenly not so sure anymore.
Chu.
Ben gave him a small, soft kiss on the cheek, and Drew blushed slightly.
Then the dream ended, and Drew woke up feeling vaguely uncomfortable that night, half a month later with the note from a specific white and clear box taped secretly behind a closet door in his room.
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“What about this one? Cheaper than the others, but still very nice, ne?”
Startled, Drew’s attention snapped up from gazing at the outrageously overpriced chocolates, the scowl on his lips forming into an “o” as he met the eyes of a young man by the table. Long reddish hair, tea-colored skin, and gleaming maroon eyes stared back at him with a smirk.
He was holding up a black box from the assortments previously almost hidden from view from all the bigger and shinier (or so it would seem) ones. From the clear wrapping in the middle, Drew could see caramel and fudge leering at him, and he swallowed, half from seeing so much of the sweets around him, and half from the dryness of his throat that made him realize his speech-deprivation.
“Uhh…”
It is said that human beings tend to be very slow when they are very surprised. They also tend to be very slow at being surprised. That is how you get a birthday girl or boy standing still for a few seconds before screaming. That, or he or she was not very surprised, however, a very stupid person in a very suicidal bunny suit may have decided to jump out of the cake to make he or she scream after the second’s pause.
Yet, one can just say that Drew was very slow that second, because he still tried grasping a clear thought or concept in his mind.
The young man seemed to realize this, though, and even if he hadn’t, he continued on speaking anyway.
“For your girlfriend, right?”
Drew found himself shaking his head. In the back of his mind, he was thinking why he had come six in the morning the entire day before White Day to buy some goddamn chocolates for…for…Ben of all people. There was a blush warming up his cheeks, most likely at the thought.
Raising an eyebrow, the redhead shrugged, saying—
“For your boyfriend, then?”
Drew never fully remembered going completely the shade of a tomato-red, purchasing the item in question, and leaving the shop in the fastest pace possible, all while in embarrassment from the smirk sent his direction in the time he lingered there.
If the young man from the shop were concerned, Drew should probably not have been relieved to see an orange cat from exactly a month ago trailing him into the campus, since the orange cat happened to be the young man himself.
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The orange cat hid behind a row of bushes lined up against one of the buildings, feigning disinterest as he watched the two humans right underneath the same tree the blond human kept petting him under, the month before on that Valentines Day.
It was interesting to watch when the normally snappish Drew in front of Ben suddenly became flustered, shoving the box of chocolates in the other’s hands. He quickly shoved his own hands into his blue jeans pockets, slightly scowling with a flush up his neck as Ben yelled an animated “YEAH!” in the almost-deserted area.
It was even more interesting when Drew just suddenly jerked his head up from staring at his tennis shoes and planted a light kiss on the Ben’s lips, and after a few moments silence, both went toppling down to the ground when Ben rushed to glomp-hug the other.
“You…you owe me a kiss now…!”
That was the last-ditch effort Drew made on gaining his dignity back.
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Hidden behind the bushes where he finally began to relax, the orange cat still remained firm with his conclusion.
It was the chocolates that counted.
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Osaka-neechan: I still
don’t know what I did with this…at least I didn’t just delete it all like I did
the last few times I attempted writing a BenDrew.
Oro: >_>;;
Alice, Fei, the others and I weren’t even in this one…
Osaka-neechan:
*blinks* …Fuuuuh… *huggles Oro*
Oro: ._.?