Lost in thought. That was a phrase that pretty much described Suzuka�s state of mind these days. The Makai Tournament had ended and the �war� between the three most powerful demons had come to an end. Kurama had returned to Ningenkai and Yomi held little interest in their little troupe any more. But still, Suzuka shared that small house in Makai with Jin and Touya, Rinku and Chuu� and Shishiwakamaru.

Lost in thought, indeed.

The imp occupied his thoughts a great deal, lately. It was no wonder. Gorgeous magenta eyes framed by periwinkle bangs, set in a face of exquisite alabaster, a willowy, graceful frame that nevertheless held great strength. Suzuka�s life had been spent in a search for beauty and he�d found it � just not in himself. He�d found it in the eyes, in the smooth voice with its slightly feminine resonance, in the beautiful flowing locks of lavender.

If the swordsman knew of Suzuka�s thoughts, he gave no sign of it. He might have smirked a little more often, laughed a tad more flirtatiously, but Suzuka was never sure if these were true overtures or mere figments of a hopeful and desperately overactive imagination.

�Suzuka.�

The blond demon took a quick breath, surprised, and turned to face Shishiwakamaru. �Yes?�

Garnets watched him, glittering with slight amusement. Suzuka imagined those eyes sliding closed, the head of lavender hair tossed back on that long, perfect neck in rapture, cheeks flushed lightly to the same hue as the eyes. He saw his own fingers tangled in that hair, felt the intense warmth of another body beside his. Suzuka blinked determinedly and focussed on what the other demon was saying.

��were starting dinner?�

He barely caught the tail end of the sentence, but he nodded slightly. �Ah, I was� I� got distracted.� He said lamely. Shishiwakamaru smirked lightly and glided across the kitchen to lean back against the bench opposite Suzuka.

�You have seemed that way of late.� He said coolly. He cocked his head to the side, sending his bangs to fluttering, and then half-lidded his eyes uncertainly, as though realising that his unspoken question might have been a bit too imposing.

Suzuka shrugged in as offhand a manner as he could manage as he searched through their unexciting supplies. Rice, some sort of meat, a few spices� he sighed softly and glanced up as he heard Shishiwakamaru echo his quiet exhalation. The other demon was staring pensively out the window, full lips pursed thoughtfully. �Shishi?�

The imp�s attention snapped back to his blond companion with some surprise. �Yes?� He asked, stuttering slightly on the word. He�d obviously been off in his own world. Suzuka tried to make light of it.

�Seems you�re the distracted one.� He pointed out with a smile. Shishiwakamaru dipped his eyes to the floor and shrugged. Suzuka watched the imp�s eyes through the fall of periwinkle, feeling a blush spread across his cheeks as his mind ran wild. Shishiwakamaru looked up and turned slightly pink, though he tried to hide it with a smirk. Suzuka wondered at this until he realised his thoughts were showing in his eyes. Oops.

But the imp was still blushing. �What is it?� He demanded softly, sounding a little put out. Suzuka crossed the kitchen an stood in front of the purple haired imp, staring down into garnets that looked just a little surprised, just a little frightened, just a little angry.

Suzuka captured Shishiwakamaru�s face with both his hands and kissed him. The swordsman was carrying his sword. He�d certainly make his displeasure known. But Suzuka had acted without thinking, and by the time his rational mind was working again, it was too late.

Vanilla. Vanilla and honey and cinnamon, the kind of tastes that Suzuka had experienced from vending machines at the Ankoku Bujutsukai when Jin had assaulted one of the brick-shaped ningen machines. It took Suzuka a while to realise that Shishiwakamaru wasn�t fighting. In fact, the eyes he so loved to watch had slid closed, the brows relaxing slowly. One delicate hand had risen to clutch at the fabric of Suzuka�s shirt. Don�t go. Stay here. Suzuka ran his hands down the imp�s face, down his chest and encircled the slender demon in an embrace as Shishiwakamaru�s arms reverse-trickled up his chest and around his neck, one hand tangled in the blond spikes of his hair.

Finally they separated to gasp for breath, Suzuka resting his cheek against Shishiwakamaru�s forehead, closing his eyes and holding the treasured swordsman close. Shishiwakamaru cleared his throat softly.

�I�ll help you make dinner.� He offered quietly.

�It�s a date.� Suzuka whispered.

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