Title: Rose
Author: Grasshopper (A.K.A. The Undertaker's Muse)
Rated: G
Warnings: Er, hetero incest? Which isn't really a surprise if you know UraBoku...
Fandom: Uragiri wa Boku no Namae o Shitteiru
Challenge: No True Pair
Prompt: Tsukumo & Touko, the language of flowers
Spoilers: None.
Pairings: Tsukumo/Touko
Summary: A peaceful moment, interrupted by beauty.
Author's Notes: Randomly, according to the Hanakotoba entry on Wikipedia, a white rose symbolizes Innocence/Silence/Devotion.
Disclaimer: All characters and the series they come from belong to their creators. Grassy can only lay claim to the fic.

Touko sprawled out upon the soft grass, idly watching the passing clouds intermittently as she dozed. The soft sounds of Yuki-chan and Luka conversing some distance away - happy and stress-free, as they should more often be - made for pleasant background noise in the otherwise quiet garden. The warmth of the sun on her skin, the scent of flowers on the wind that softly tickled her nose...

No. That wasn't the breeze tickling her. Touko's eyes slowly slid open only to be greeted by the shining, pure white petals of a rose.

Tsukumo trailed the rose down her cheek, over her lightly parted lips; a whisper-soft caress that kissed her skin. He smiled, gun-callused fingers sliding the rose into the hair above her ear.

"It's beautiful, Tsukumo." Touko laced her fingers together with Tsukumo's own.

"Yes, Touko-chan. You are."

The End