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windchijmesTitle of work : Chibi Kisses - 2 - Fun In The Park
Genre : Gen, Fluff
Rating : G (General)
Warnings : Pure fluff and cutesiness.
Summary : A frustrated little Heero is trying to draw a scene at the park. To his surprise, he bumps into that same little boy, Fei, from before!
Heero sighed. He was bad at drawing, it was clear by now. His trees looked like sticks, and his people looked like…sticks too. Gloomily, he picked up his pencil again. Then, he looked at it. This reminded him of the pencil he gave to the strange little boy he met a few days ago. Since then, Heero had not seen him again. He missed the little boy right after he had reached home. He was just so small and round! He reminded Heero of a little china doll he had seen in a shop once.
But it was no time to think about such things now. He still had art homework to hand in. Mr Lee had told the class to draw their favourite place. Heero had no favourite place. He had several, and the park was one of them. All he had to do now was draw it. Sucking in a deep breath, he decided to try again. There was no reason why he could do all the Maths and Science problem sums in school, and he could not draw. He began watching his surroundings carefully, hoping very hard his hand would be obedient and follow his eyes.
Okay…there was a pond — a small pond with fishes swimming in it (his fishes looked like insects but that could be fixed later). There were some boys crowding along the banks of the pond playing with their toy sailing-boats. There was a bridge on the pond — a big curving bridge with people walking over it. There was an old man and an old woman. There was a woman with her small son who was carrying a red ball. There was —
Heero blinked.
A woman and her small son?
With amazement, Heero recognised the little boy instantly, especially his round, beaming face with the dimpled cheeks and big black eyes. He looked just a little different because he wore a blue t-shirt and shorts, and not the white tunic. Struggling free of his mother's hand, the boy ran as fast he could on his little legs towards Heero. It was difficult with the ball he carried. He came to a sudden stop several feet away, as if suddenly feeling shy. Cheeks pinking, he looked back at his mother, then back at Heero again.
The young mother smiled back at them, then waved a hand as she settled down onto a bench not too far away.
Heero shifted, feeling a little shy himself. He pointed to himself. "I'm Heero," he said solemnly. "What about you?"
"Hiro!" the little boy repeated, looking very pleased with himself. He touched the tip of his finger to his nose. "Fei-fei."
"Fei-fei," Heero nodded, absorbing the name like he would for any Maths lesson.
Awkwardness disappearing, Fei-fei smiled bashfully as he squatted next to Heero. He stared at Heero with kittenish black eyes, his round head tilted and one cheek resting on his ball. Still clutching his pencil, Heero wavered between continue his drawing, and trying to decide what to do under the child's intense scrutiny.
"Playwifme?" the younger boy said suddenly, offering the ball to Heero.
Heero stared at the bright red ball, sorely tempted to say yes. But he still had to finish his drawing…
As if sensing his hesitation, Fei-fei tentatively curled a chubby hand around Heero's sleeve. He tugged on it, lower lip already sticking out in a pout. "Pweeeeaase?" he begged. His other hand, he tugged insistently on Heero's arm.
"Fei!"
Both boys looked up at the sharp tone. From where she sat, Fei-fei's mother now had an admonishing look on her face as she eyed her misbehaving son.
Instantly, both chubby hands let go of Heero's arm and sleeve. Heero didn't quite dare to look at the scolded child, but he did and was dismayed to see sad black eyes fixed beseechingly on him. And oh no, that small bow of mouth looked like it was quivering again. Heero felt as helpless as he did when he first met the boy. Oh well, he could finish his drawing another day…or later, maybe. Replacing his pencil in his pencil-case, Heero carefully packed his undone drawing into his art-folio. He was aware of the lightning change in mood of his little friend, and by the time Heero turned back to the boy, Fei-fei was already beaming as brightly as the sunshine.
Standing up, Heero offered his hand, which the little one latched onto and stood up as well. As he watched Fei-fei gleefully wrap his arms around his ball and waddled with it some distance away, Heero had enough time to look over to the boy's mother to see if it was okay with her. She was smiling slightly, although very wryly so, and looking somewhat long-suffering.
They began a little game of catch and toss. Well, that was what it was called, but it was more like Heero catching and Fei-fei tossing. The younger boy could hardly catch properly, that Heero found out quickly enough as he watched — and tried not to laugh — as the ball, which was not that much smaller than Fei-fei himself and even rounder, bounced off the child's chest and arms. So Heero settled for rolling the ball to Fei-fei and the kid began delighting in throwing the ball as far and as out-of-the-way as possible so Heero had to run to catch it. Heero didn't mind. He was older, bigger, and he thought it was fun as well, to see round little Fei-fei lifting the ball with his small arms and hurling it with all his childish might. Several times, Heero pretended to be unable to catch the thrown ball, and it always drew outbursts of hearty giggling from Fei-fei.
The game continued for a while longer, until the ball took a rather forceful smack from Heero and went sailing in a high arc through the air. Eyes fixed on the ball, Fei-fei followed its path with his arms, stretching up and up so he could catch it when it came down. Heero, on the other hand, watched Fei-fei watching the ball, with a feeling that all would not go as Fei-fei had planned.
And the ball? It did come down, except it missed little copper arms and landed on a round dark head instead, bouncing off it and into the bushes. Big black eyes blinked, momentarily blank as Fei-fei looked around confusedly for the ball. One of his hands was rubbing his own head in perplexity.
Heero couldn't help it this time. He burst into laughter, clutching his sides as tried to hold in his mirth, and failing anyway. But still, he knew he was being mean, so even though he would like to sit down and really laugh, he waded into the bushes to pluck out the elusive ball.
Crouching before the pink-cheeked boy, Heero held out the ball with a twitching smile. "Here's your ball."
Fei-fei peered at it carefully, as making sure it was his big red ball, then suddenly he took it from Heero and glared at it with all the indignation he could muster. "Ballhitme!" his childish voice growled fiercely.
Heero couldn't resist teasing. "Bad ball," he scolded the ball solemnly.
"Bad ball," Fei-fei repeated just as solemnly, glaring at the ball again for good measure.
Heero chuckled. "Silly Fei-fei."
"Silly Fei-fei," the younger boy repeated obediently.
Heero grinned and rubbed the smaller boy's head.
"Fei!"
Time to say goodbye, for Fei-fei's mother was standing up, beckoning to him.
"Hiro," Fei-fei went up to Heero, clumsily so with the ball in his arms. "Baibai…" he waved one chubby hand. Then, without warning and very much to Heero's shock, he bumped his face into Heero's and plopped a kiss on Heero's nose.
Heero blinked. It was like being kissed by a puppy — warm, wet and sweet. "Bye bye," he smiled quietly, patting Fei-fei affectionately on one soft, babyish cheek.
The sun was already setting. Heero stayed just long enough to see the figures of Fei-fei and his mother go up the bridge and disappearing on the other side of it. In the time he took to watch them, Heero had already thought of what to draw to complete his art piece. He would draw two boys in the centre of a pretty green park, playing with a red ball.
Then, he picked up his folio and tucked it under one arm. Time to go home. He thought of spicy ramen for dinner, and smiled again.
~*~ fin ~*~
October 2003