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►author: Princess Serenity-chan

►title: The Most Precious Gift Of All 

► genre: Romance, Fluff

►rating: NC-17 

►word count: 15,479

►summary: Just before Christmas Daisuke and Mao are reunited with their friends from the Takumi-kun days as the movie production of the final movie “Ano Hareta Aozora” is kicking off. Knowing that their two friends are secretly in love with each other Ryouma, Takki, Taiki along with the newest cast member Shota decide to help things along at a private Christmas party at Takki’s house...

►author's notes: It took me ages to get this story done and I’m really sorry for submitting it so late.
Disclaimer: I don't own Takumi-kun or any of the people appearing in this story

 
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It was a beautiful, sunny December morning in the capital of Japan, the air was slightly crisp and not a single cloud veiled the sky which was of a rich, azure color, as Hamao Kyousuke exited the “Toranomon” subway station in the city’s Minato ward heading for the headquarters of the ‘Pony Canyon’ production group. A quick glance at his watch told the young actor that he still had plenty of time until the start of the meeting he was expected to attend so he made his way to his destination at a leisurely pace, a faint smile playing about his mouth when the company’s building finally came into view.

He entered the office tower with a light spring in his step, the smile on his face growing wider when he spotted four young men in the lobby, three of them being very familiar. “Hello guys, long time no see,” he cheerfully greeted the members of the group who were engaged in a lively conversation, the words having barely left his mouth when he perceived the tallest man among them briskly making a beeline for him and only a few seconds later he felt himself being pulled into an affectionate hug. “There you are Mao! I’m so happy to see you! It’s been a while since we last met,” the rich, baritone voice of his friend and colleague resonated in the ebony-haired youth’s ears, the warm and affectionate undertone ringing in it causing the young actor to blush slightly.

►title: The Tale of Gingerbread Mao and the Quest to Find the Christmas Fairy

►genre: crack/humor

►rating: R (for language and adult themes)

►word count: 12,171

►warnings: This story is ridiculously random and weird. Oh, and beware of bad cookie humor. Approach with caution…you have been warned >.>

►summary: Kyousuke accidentally makes a wish that he’ll soon regret, leaving him and his boyfriend, Daisuke, with no other choice but to go on the cookie adventure of a lifetime. Cats and garbage cans never seemed so menacing! Buckle your seatbelts for this one folks, ‘cause you’ll be flying, climbing, and fighting your way through some crazy obstacles with Daichan and Mao!

►author’s notes: My original ideas, I don’t own the characters, yada yada…enjoy the read??

The Tale of Gingerbread Mao and the Quest to Find the Christmas Fairy

It was Christmas Eve and Daisuke was putting the finishing touches on his freshly baked gingerbread men when he heard the front door to his apartment open. He placed one more M&M button on the last cookie before heading toward the living room where the crackling sound of paper bags steered him toward his flustered boyfriend. Said boyfriend almost didn’t notice Daisuke approaching, but became startled and yelped girlishly when he caught sight of him, almost dropping the odd-looking figurine he was carrying in his hands.

Daisuke laughed at his lover’s antics. “So you were out shopping after all…I thought we agreed that we weren’t exchanging Christmas gifts this year,” he chided lightheartedly, eyeing the hideous porcelain—what was that, a fairy?—that Kyousuke was holding onto.

“Matching reindeer sweaters?” Kyousuke held up an oversized, bright red knitted sweater and observed it with an unreadable expression.

            “Yeah! Isn’t it amazing?” said Daisuke excitedly as he lifted his sweater up as well from the card board box.

            The two men were sitting around a tiny overly decorated Christmas tree that Daisuke had set up in his apartment. The tree imitated a John Pollack splatter painting, leaving nothing to the imagination.  Madonna’s version of “Santa Baby was playing softly in the background from a macbook located on-top of Daisuke’s work desk. They were both only clad in pajamas, fresh out the shower

            “It’s funny.” Kyousuke finally lost it and started to laugh. “But it’s so you.” He wasn’t expecting Daisuke to fall into the trend of buying those ugly 80’s styled Christmas sweaters. The fad had made its unfortunate return to the fashion world and Daisuke had fallen victim to the craze.

            The older man fended a playful hurt expression. “You hate it?”

Daisuke Watanabe’s reflection greeted him as he turned to look out his office window. Another last minute meeting had just ended and he had very limited time to pack up and make it to the bus stop. True he would only have to wait just under a half hour for another bus that took the same route but what with how the weather had been lately he wasn’t too keen on waiting.

Staring out the picture window that already had a fine layer of frost collecting along its edges, Hamao Kyosuke sat in the warm apartment he shared with his boyfriend of two years. He watched the people below as they hurried out of the rain and cold, running as they scrambled to get under shelter. In his hand he held what once was a vibrant potted plant; but looking at it now, Mao finally had to admit to himself that it was just a dead potted plant. What used to be lush, green leaves springing out in every direction; now looked brown and dry, just holding on for dear life to a sagging, brittle stick. Beautiful bright orange flowers that would happily greet Mao every time he came home from a hard day at work, were non-existent now; the petals sadly resembled dried out carcasses collecting on the soil at the base of the dead stem.