These characters are not mine. If they were, they would still be alive.

Mikoto had problems with the events of waking up. Whenever he opened his eyes, light always showered his presences and temporarily blinded him, and that annoyed him to no end. He was not a morning person, no matter the time of day he did decide to get up from bed, it was still his morning Waking up was just a reminder that he was a person of responsibility that he would rather not have some days.

But this morning, the light of the sun shined on him much earlier then he expected and with a groan he allowed himself to awake. But upon opening his eyes, a bright smile, which could challenge the sun, came into his view and the irritation of departing from sleep vanished.

"King!" The peppy brunet greeted when golden eyes looked his way.

Mikoto just grunted at him once more before trying to turn over, teasing the other who was trying to get him out of bed.

"King! It's time to get up!" Tatara said, slightly shaking the red head's arm to emphasis his argument. "Come on! You are needed downstairs."

Mikoto let out a soft sigh before looking straight at the brunet, "It's too early."

With another playful smile, Tatara whined more at his king, "It's never too early! Please?"

"Ugh." The Red King sat up slowly from his bed, pushing up his mane from his face. "What is going on downstairs?"

"You'll see! Now come on!"

Mikoto stood slowly, only staring at the smaller man as he grabbed his arm to lead him out the room and to the stairs. All the way, Tatara hummed happily but did not speak.

Before reaching the entrance to the bottom portion of the bar, Tatara stopped to turn around to face his King. He slowly approached him up until the two were touching chests. Tatara wrapped his arms around Mikoto, embracing him as tightly as he could.

A bit confused at his actions, Mikoto only return the affection by hugging his Vassal back. "What has gotten into you?"

Tatara moved, shifting so that he could stare up at his King. He graced a small smile and quietly said, "Happy Birthday." Before laying a chaste kiss on the Red King's lips.

Before Mikoto could further the action, Tatara managed to slip from their closed arms and push Mikoto to finally enter the bar where his clan awaited, yelling "Happy Birthdays!" and shooting off poppers.

Mikoto could only smile, feeling the love of his clans men as they remembered this day for him.

Still standing at the stairs, he turned back to look at his Vassal, who remained grinning like the idiot he was, and held out his hand for him. Tatara only latched on and the two moved into the crowd, who celebrated the person who gave them reason in life.

Just a small fic on Mikoto's birthday.

Unedited and might contain messes! So sorry!

I hope you enjoy nonetheless!~

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-smileandsleep