title: Yours
fandom: Legal Drug
characters/pairings: vague Rikuo/Kazahaya, Kakei, Saiga
rating: G
warnings: none
summary: Rikuo learns to take responsibility.
notes: for my darling one

"You'll have to teach him how to do everything," Kakei warned with a smile. "He's your responsibility."

Rikuo watched as the snow angel knocked over a display of cough tablets, and tried to walk away inconspicuously. Saiga caught him, though, and started to feel him up. Rikuo narrowed his eyes.

"He's yours," Kakei emphasized. "Your... responsibility, that is. Do you understand?"

Rikuo gave Kakei an odd look. Obviously, this was more important to Kakei than he would ever let on, which was suspicious enough. However, waiting for Kakei to give complete information was a waste of time. Rikuo nodded shortly, and went off after Kazahaya.

This wasn't going to be easy.

"We have to inventory the pain relievers," Rikuo informed dully.

"Ok!" Kazahaya grinned, narrowing his eyes competitively. "How do we do that?"

"We count them," Rikuo returned, reminding himself to be patient.

"All of them?"

"Yes, all of them, or else it isn't an inventory. You do this half, and I'll do this half." He handed Kazahaya a clipboard.

Kazahaya stared at the clipboard blankly. "What's this for?"

"It's for the inventory," Rikuo said, wary. Wasn't that obvious?

"I thought you said we were counting," Kazahaya frowned.

"Yes," Rikuo sighed. "We count them, and then we write down the numbers."

"You didn't say that before," Kazahaya accused.

Rikuo just stared at him. "If we don't keep track of the numbers, then what's the point?"

Kazahaya pouted. "You still didn't say that before."

Rikuo turned around and started his portion of the inventory.

"Rikuo, what does this say?" Kazahaya shoved his clipboard in Rikuo's face, pointing at a line.

"Can't you read?" Rikuo asked, looking up at Kazahaya.

"Of course I can read hiragana!" Kazahaya said defensively. "Now! What does this say!"

Rikuo sighed.

Rikuo pushed Kazahaya by the shoulders toward the laundry machines. It had taken four hours to inventory one aisle of the store with all of Kazahaya's questions. Not to mention the times he tried to shoo away customers who were trying to buy things he had just counted. Not to mention that when he was done, none of his numbers were in any way legible. Not to mention that after Rikuo shoved him away so Rikuo could do the whole inventory, he ended up putting the wrong sale item stickers on the shelf, and then yelled at a customer because the customer should have known the right price, anyway.

It had been a long day.

He had figured out a way to give himself a few hours of peace and quiet, though. And it was nearly foolproof.

He hoped.

"Look. You put the soap in the machine. One scoop. You put the clothes in. You start it. When it stops, you take the clothes out and put them in the dryer here. You start it. When it stops, you fold the clothes. Got it."

"Got it!" Kazahaya pushed up his sleeves, determined. "So, where are the clothes?"

"Here," Rikuo pulled out the basket. "Don't put colors and whites together. That's it."

"Got it!" Kazahaya poked through the laundry. "Hey! These are all your clothes!"

"Of course they are all my clothes, idiot," Rikuo sighed. "You don't have any clothes yet. I'll make dinner, and you do the wash. It's division of labor. You want to keep living here, right?"

"I don't want to touch your dirty clothes," Kazahaya pouted. "Let me cook!"

"No," Rikuo replied, and turned to leave.



Rikuo sighed with relief, and went to cook.

Fried rice, salad, chocolate pudding. That should make up for his gruffness all day. He went to the laundry room to check on Kazahaya.

Who was sitting calmly on the dryer while the washer was chugging away loudly while moving in stuttering jumps across the floor. "What the hell?"

"Oh, it's not supposed to do that? I didn't think so, but I wasn't sure, so..." Kazahaya shrugged, and looked at the washer like it might explode.

Rikuo gritted his teeth.

Saiga was stretched out over the couch, and Kakei had Kazahaya on the chair, so Rikuo waited by the door. If Kazahaya kept complimenting Kakei, they would be here all night. It was pretty damned odd, anyway. Kakei and Kazahaya looked a lot alike. Wasn't complimenting him pretty self-serving?

Rikuo didn't say anything, though, because he didn't want to agree that Kakei was pretty, and he didn't want to say that Kazahaya wasn't.

Silence was better.

"So, here's a total accounting of your debt," Kakei smiled benignly, handing Kazahaya the spreadsheet. "I've calculated the estimated length of time it will take you to pay it off. If you could just initial here to agree to the arrangement...?"

Rikuo braced himself.

Kazahaya took the pen, ready to sign cheerfully, and then he looked at the numbers. "Ah?!?!!" He actually fell off his chair. The snow angel fell off the chair. "Kakei-san, is this right? I-I'm not reading this right, am I?"

"It's right," Kakei beamed.

Kazahaya moaned.

Rikuo found himself sighing.

He walked out of the bathroom, still drying his hair. The snow angel was snoring up a storm in his room. Rikuo scowled, and went to check on him. He was sprawled out all over the bed, the sheet all tangled up in his long limbs.

Rikuo frowned. His expression was so different from when Rikuo had found him in the snow. He looked... like he was having pleasant dreams.

He is yours.

Slowly, Rikuo reached out, and touched a strand of Kazahaya's hair.


Smiling softly, Rikuo went to bed, falling asleep to the sounds of Kazahaya's snores.