Kansaki Sou - heat wave [KenshinEd]

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Title: heat wave
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Kenshin/Ed, Rian, Nick
Rating: T
Length: 934
Summary: It was too hot to sleep in the house.




It was too hot to sleep in the house. Edward lay sprawled out over the bed, the sheets kicked to the floor, the fitted sheet sticking to his skin with sweat. The weather was ridiculous this early on in the year, he had argued well and long with Kenshin about shutting up the house, turning on the air conditioning – and the fact that Edward hated the air conditioning, hated the artificial smell of it, hated the feeling of living inside an icebox – but despite how much he hated it it was better than the alternative.

The alternative was now, lying in a puddle of sweat, wondering what happened to his other half and cursing the fact that they didn’t have a ceiling fan in their bedroom. He would have to have that remedied, if he knew the first fucking thing about wiring he would do it himself, as he had been expressly forbidden to inventively transmute any of the load-bearing walls in the house.

Where was Kenshin?

They usually retired at about the same time, and even in the heat Edward missed the comfortable feel of a body next to his own. Kenshin smelled a particular way, hard to describe but fascinating. Edward rolled over on his side and stared at Kenshin’s side of the bed, tried to imagine him in it and instead succeeded in only making himself wistful.

He sat up with a groan, the sheet trying to come with him. He shucked off the tee shirt he had been wearing and padded into the hallway clad in only his boxer shorts. Fuck the others, there were so many other Edwards around here that everyone had seen him naked and then some and he was beyond caring.

There was a congregation in the kitchen. Nicholas Elric and Rian Martin were sitting side-by-side on the cool tile floor, with one of the wolves laying before them in wolf form. Whichever wolf it was – hard to tell, the only light on was the stove light – he was lying on his back, belly exposed to the world, and thumping his tail hard as Rian scritched his upper chest idly.

They were sitting in front of the refrigerator.

“Move it,” Edward commanded, and Nick looked up at him idly. He was – at some point Edward would have to have an exactly family tree drawn – in some method or manner related to Edward, descended down a few generations, a kid who actually belonged in the here-and-now instead of Edward’s abrupt displacement to modern times. He didn’t like Nick very much, which was a fair trade as Nick didn’t like him.

“Shove off,” Nick said. “We’re comfortable.”

“I’m thirsty, move.”

“Tap’s over there,” Rian nodded at the sink, whose access was not blocked off like the fridge. Edward growled at the dark-haired teen, who was unimpressed by his posturing. Rian Martin – whichever one this was, there were two of them here and they were identical, Edward didn’t know which Rian belonged to which other Elric, although he was willing to bet that the creature he was giving belly scritches to was the werewolf Edward – he had no fear of Edward. No one gave him any respect any more, and it was tiring. “I didn’t want tap water.”

“Tough,” Rian said. “We ain’t moving.”

Edward thought about all the ways he could get them to quickly move, up to and including some rather unpleasant transmutations, but exhaustion had set in at this point. Instead he settled for a muttered “fuck you,” before sulking his way to the door outside.

He wouldn’t be surprised to find Kenshin in the dojo. His other half had been spending a lot of time there recently, a lot more than usual and instead of the darkened dojo, Edward spotted Kenshin laying on an old quilt, head pillowed on his arms. The crescent moon gave off enough light to glint off his hair, so vividly red in the daylight, and Edward trotted over in his direction, prepared to scold him animatedly about the fact that the house had turned into a fucking oven.

The cherry blossom trees were just now blooming, they had no reached their full resplendent glory just yet, but they were well on their way to a gorgeous hanami. Edward sighed, his hands on his hips, and looked down at Kenshin, who he had taken for awake but who was in fact sleeping peacefully, a lone petal of sakura lying on his nose.

Edward could not stay mad at him. Kenshin had this magical attribute, every time Edward saw him he just couldn’t be mad any longer. Edward looked up at the sky as a breeze rustled the tree limbs and sent a flurry of cherry blossom petals loose into the night breeze.

He sat down on the blanket, thankful for the cool breeze. Perhaps there would be a break in this insipid heat soon. Edward yawned, and looked down at Kenshin’s face and smiled. Then he slid down to lay next to him, the cool fresh night air having done the trick and exhaustion taken its toll.

The last thing he remembered before he sank into his dreams was Kenshin, putting his arm over Edward’s side and pulling him close.