Tokyo Babylon - A Proper Date
Title: A Proper Date
Fandom: Tokyo Babylon
Character(s): Seishirou/Subaru
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing~
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Entry #2 for mithrigil and puella_nerdii's Shut Up Subaru contest. Much thanks and love goes to smkwriter08 for helping me fix this into something less... all over the place. :D; ♥ Also--if there was a "fluffiest" category to this contest, this might make sense. Seeing as there isn't, I don't really know what to tell you.
Summary: So Hokuto totally bought those tickets...
Word Count: 800


A "proper" date had been Seishirou's idea, and a relatively awful one at that, Subaru thought in retrospect. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy time spent with the older man, precisely; it was just—a disaster, honestly. There was no other way to describe it.

It had all started with Seishirou's sudden and dramatic entrance to Subaru's apartment, earlier that evening—"A date!" he had announced by way of greeting, and despite Subaru's best spluttering, the boy soon found himself whisked out the door and onto said-date.

Apparently, Hokuto had been supposed to inform him about it. "She didn't? But I already bought the tickets for the movie!" Seishirou had lamented, but no, it was all right, Subaru assured him—he wasn't too tired—no, he hadn't eaten—yes, well all right, let's be going then.

Dinner hadn't been much of an improvement—"It was love at first sight," Seishirou told their waitress, who was ooh-ing and aww-ing at his every word like a child at hanabi, much to Seishirou's immense satisfaction and Subaru's accompanying mortification. "As soon as I watched him pick himself up and start bowing and apologizing—it was so adorable, you can imagine!"

Subaru had spent most of the night too asphyxiated with embarrassment to focus on anything properly. In fact, it wasn't until the movie started that Subaru realized he didn't even know what movie they were at. The title screen passed, but he didn't recognize it—it wasn't like he had much time for movies or television, really, so he wasn't so surprised. He was, however, a bit disconcerted by the first few opening scenes—

"S-Seishirou-san," Subaru whispered, not wanting to disturb anyone else in the theater.

"Mm?" Seishirou regarded him inquisitively, light catching in the edge of his glasses from the screen.

"Is this a—a horror movie?"

"Yes?" Seishirou laughed softly. "I thought you already knew that! Hokuto-chan told me you had been wanting to see it."

At which point Subaru did just about the most un-Subaru-like thing Seishirou had ever seen, which was of course for all the blood to drain out of his face.

"W-what?" he half-choked, gripping the armrest between himself and Seishirou tightly with both hands.

"Is something wrong?" Seishirou looked at him with an expression of focused concern. "Subaru-kun?"

"I—I just don't really—like scary movies that much."

"Subaru-kun," Seishirou blinked slowly, his face perfectly perplexed, "you see dead people." Subaru stared at him. "For a living," he added.

Subaru made a small noise that was a cross somewhere between a moan and a whimper, and turned to lean back in his seat, half covering his face in his hands.

"We can always leave, Subaru-kun," Seishirou whispered to him, leaning over. "The movie has barely even started, and I really don't want to upset you on our first proper date—"

Subaru shook his head forcefully. There was absolutely no way he was going to walk out of this now, not after having to live through the embarrassment of the rest of the night—dinner and Seishirou's over-enthusiasm about the whole thing.

Seishirou sighed and leaned back in his seat, resigning himself to watching his date out of the corner of his eye.

Subaru thought he was feigning fairly well, personally. He even managed to mostly watch the screen through his fingers. He didn't realize that he was making small whimpering noises and jumping in his seat until halfway through the movie when Seishirou leaned over and told him again it was all right, really, they could leave.

Subaru's only response was to shake his head again and make a noncommittal noise from the back of his throat. At which point Seishirou sighed, reached over and extracted one gloved hand from its death-grip over its owner's face, and entwined it with his own fingers.

The boy stared at him dumbly, at that, momentarily distracted from the screen. Seishirou smiled, a small, reassuring thing, though Subaru couldn't quite make out his eyes through the glare from the movie. With a sudden scream from the movie, however, Subaru found himself burying his face into Seishirou's shoulder with a small squeak, hand clinging all the more tightly to the offered grip.

Subaru didn't watch any more of the movie after that, but he did effectively calm down and stop whimpering. In fact, he ended up falling asleep, and found himself being shaken gently awhile later, blinking blurry eyes up into a familiar face.

"Sei—" he started, dimly registering where he was and what had happened, and about to launch into full-out frantic apologies. But Seishirou caught him before he even was able to begin, pressing a finger gently across Subaru's lips.

"Shh," he murmured, and catching full sight of his eyes, Subaru found himself completely willing to comply.