Date: 2008-02-26 13:57 Subject: [FIC] Okami Security: Public Tags: okami

Title: Early For Flowers
Fandom: Okami
Pairing: implied Okikurmi/Samickle
Rating: G
Word Count: 367 words



Ezofuji's twin peaks had stopped their eruption, and the lava still trickling down their sides was rapidly cooling into a hard black mass of volcanic stone in the frigid air, but the chant had done its work. Overhead, the sun seemed somehow brighter since the eclipse. Whether or not that was true or merely an illusion brought on by the end of the Day of Darkness, the warm sunlight was certainly helping bring spring to Kamui.

Samickle stared at the tiny flower poking its head up from the thinning pile of snow outside his door. When he nudged it with his foot, a drop of water fell from the pale bud. Really, it was too early for flowers, he thought. It would probably wither before the ground fully unfroze. As if in proof of his line of thought, a chill wind rustled his robes.

"Staring off into space again?" Okikurmi's voice called, a moment before a warm pair of arms encircled hs waist from behind. The familiar lines of Okikurmi's wooden mask pressed into his neck as the other man rested his chin on the draped over Samickle's shoulder.

"I was thinking," Samickle said with a snort. "Not that I would expect you to know much about that."

Okikurmi's laugh was low and easy, free of the tense growl that had been all too common in his voice over the darkness of the past weeks. "You're probably right."

They stood like that in a companionable silence for an unknown period of time until Okikurmi broke the moment by sliding his mask up far enough to nose Samickle's neck.

"There's a flower," he said with some surprise.

"I doubt it'll have the time to bloom before it freezes."

When Okikurmi laughed this time, Samickle could feel the hot puff of his breath against his skin. "I don't know about that. The sun's pretty warm, these days. I think she'll take care of it."

His village safe and the destruction of the world averted, with Okikurmi not only home but close enough that his scent mingled with Samickle's own, the new chief of the Oina found himself hard-pressed to argue with that statement.

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