To: Kory @pandorica0011.tumblr.com
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“There’s a Pikachu! Dude, can you see it?” Alfred asked Kiku as they walked around the community park with their phones, playing Pokémon Go.
“Hai, I can. Let’s see who catches it first.” Kiku replied, still staring at the screen, trying to catch said Pokémon. He was more calmer than Alfred, who was yelling in the park. While many teenagers would go party during the weekends, these two would play games at each other’s houses, or sometimes other public spaces. (Mostly for the free Wi-Fi.)
They did not share any other interests besides gaming. They did not attend the same college either. But they got along well.
“So,” Alfred began, “what are we playing next time?”
“Anything multiplayer. It’s boring like this.” Kiku replied.
“Call of Duty? Maybe at your place?”
“Sure. See ya.” They went their separate ways.
As Alfred walked home, he could see people walking, holding each other’s hands. Laughing. Enjoying. He remembered those times with Kiku, when they played. Alfred could talk about his day without anyone telling him to shut up.
When was the last time I felt this happy? Alfred wondered.
“I’m home!” He yelled as he entered the living room.
“You’re late, wanker!” He heard a voice from the kitchen. It was Arthur, his elder brother.
“Artie, calm down! Also, get out of there, we know you can’t cook.” He replied.
“Don’t worry,” His twin, Matthew whispered. “I’ve ordered takeout.”
“Oh, thank the damned Lord!” One of the other reasons Alfred liked being around Kiku was because it was much more peaceful around him.
“Tadaima.” Kiku entered the family diner from the back door, where the kitchen was. “Need any help, Yao?”
Yao, Kiku’s brother, looked up. “Ah, Kiku, you’re back.”
“Hai, what’s the matter?” He asked. “You look tired.”
“Well, it’s part of the job.” Yao replied. He was a chef, working in the diner order to support the rest of the family. “Anyway, could you please deliver this? Some noodles to this address.”
“Sure.” Kiku replied. Yao handed over the parcel and the address, and he left.
After a while, he was standing right in front of…Alfred’s house. He knocked.
“Hey, Mattie, the food’s here!” Kiku could hear a very loud- and distinct voice. The door opened. It was him. Alfred.
They gazed at each other for a while until they could hear nothing. Just their breaths, mingling in the cold winter air. Kiku then remembered what he was here for.
“A-Alfred, here’s your order. Your brother had paid already.”
“Oh, thanks a lot Kiku.” Alfred replied, blushing.
As Kiku left, Alfred turned around only to see Matthew smirk.
“Someone’s in love, eh?”
Why does this small crush never seem to go off? Kiku wondered as he walked back home. It wasn’t a really long time since they met, but he did felt a growing affection for Alfred. He was fun to be around, with a likable personality. You could trust him with anything.
Should I tell him? He asked himself. Maybe later.
The next time, they met at Kiku’s house, just opposite the diner. They entered the room and switched on the gaming devices. It was yet another Saturday, and yet another gaming spree, but there was a nagging silence. Nobody talked that much. The cheerful banter couldn’t be heard.
The atmosphere was cold. And colder. Until Kiku spoke up.
“A-Alfred-kun,” he began, “can I say something?”
“Hmm?” Alfred replied, curiously.
“Why did the chicken cross the road?”
“That was totally not a random question.” Alfred said, and laughed. Kiku laughed too. It was back to normal, as they cheered and mourned, and Alfred got scared that someone was gonna kill him in the game. (Which is the whole damn point, actually.)
“You know I love you, right?” He asked, as they were playing their 5th game in a row.
“I love you too, actually.” Kiku replied.
They came close, ready to kiss but-
“Kiku, aru! What’s going on?”
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So, I’m very sorry this was so rushed. Christmas was really busy, and we had hardly a week of winter vacation. Hopefully you are satisfied, even though I don’t really write well. Thank you for participating. (Also, yeah, I wrote the Iggypan fic, but wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted.)
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