Pairing: Awayuki Himeno/Hayate
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Kaori Naruse. I claim none, I merely borrow them and take them to yummy shoes sales and put them through the horror of finding the perfect strappy sandal.
Summary: Why do you like the stars so much, Himeno?
“Why do you like the stars so much, Himeno?”
In response to hearing her name, Awayuki Himeno grudgingly pushed herself out of her rather-comfortable reclining position and turned to face the speaker. “Hayate, don’t sneak up on me like that!” She shifted again, swinging her legs off the balcony railing to sit fully upright in her patio chair. “What’re you doing up here this late?”
Hayate was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. It was a lovely night, so she’d left the glass doors open to let in the breeze. He was clad in his dark shirt and pants and long white jacket—his normal daywear meant that there was no trouble. “I saw you up here, so I thought I’d stop in for a minute.”
“You could at least let me know I’ve got company,” she chastised him with a smile, “instead of giving me a heart attack like that.” Gesturing towards the vacant chair beside her, she turned her view back towards the night sky and the stars. “Have a seat. Or don’t. Your call.”
He took the proffered seat with a chuckle. “I asked you a question.”
“Hmm? Sorry, guess I was too busy having a coronary.”
“Why do you like the stars so much?”
Himeno was silent for a moment. “Because,” she finally said, voice soft, not moving her gaze from the heavens, “I’d like to think that Mom’s up there, watching me from the stars.” She chuckled. “I guess that means she’s watching you, too.”
“Should I be concerned?” he asked with that little smile, the one he reserved solely for her.
It was strange, but the last syllable had just left his mouth when the wind picked up and rushed past them on the balcony. The trees in the gardens trembled as it passed, carrying leaves and the like on its force. Unfortunately for Hayate, he turned his head at exactly the wrong moment—and something, lifted to him on the wind, slapped itself across his face.
In short, Hayate found himself kissing a somewhat-damp leaf.
The wind died down.
Himeno immediately dropped her face into her hand to try and hide her laughter. It didn’t work.
Trying to maintain as much dignity as possible, Hayate peeled the errant leaf from his face and tossed it aside, expertly ignoring Himeno’s muffled chuckles. “That,” he declared after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “was not funny.”
“Yes it was!” Himeno cackled.
A comfortable silence fell. Both found themselves pondering the strange uplift in wind, but neither said anything until finally Hayate spoke up. “Himeno?”
“Do you think your mother would have liked me?”
She glanced down at the wet leaf, now stuck to the balcony railing. “I think she would have—or perhaps even does,” Himeno said with a smile. “But I also think she just tried to tell you something…”
PS. Another random mini-fic-type thing that wound up going in a totally different direction. Oh well. Hope you liked the waff. I have a really good idea for one of the themes, but I have to watch the episode in question. Oops…will try to finish it soon, though. Thanks, all! Ciao!