Sequel To Morning Glory. Set 1 year after.
It was early.
Very early.
6a.m early to be exact.
Tokitou could not remember when he had ever been up this early in the morning.
He could even hear birds chirping and the winter breeze blew in and he shivered slightly.
A puff of smoke came from beside him and he pointed a disgusted look at his bed partner.
"Do you have to smoke on the bed?"
"Hmmmmm...."
"Can you finish the thing faster and close the window, I'm freezing my butt off here." Tokitou continued to grumble while pulling the blanket they were sharing further up to his neck.
"I could close the window if you like." Kubota replied sleepily.
'NO!! It's bad enough with the windows open."
Tokitou turned to his side facing the wall and tried to get back to sleep. It was his fault actually that they were up at this ungodly hour.
He had woken up panicked and sweating even though it was freaking snowing outside. His distress as usual had woken up Kubota and he could not wipe away the fear brought on by the nightmare from his face quick enough nor was he able to stop the trembles assailing his body. Kubota had known not to touch him, he would probably either had socked him one or just curled up and embarrassed them both. Instead, he got up, opened the window, sat back down and lit a cigarette. Oddly enough, the flicker of the burning end, the smell of the familiar smoke and the coolness coming from the white and quiet world outside calmed him as nothing could. He couldn't get back to sleep, but lay there and enjoyed the serenity that Kubota had orchestrated for him.
He shifted and stumbled out of bed with the thick blankets wrapped around him like a poncho. Leaning against the windowsill, he observes with sleep- derived eyes the quiet streets still lit with soft orange lamps.
Sound of a bicycle chain badly in need of oil echoed in the soothing quiet and a young boy of ten deftly threw newspapers into the private owned houses across the road. Dogs bark somewhere in the alley and soft chirping of birds started growing louder.
The day was finally starting.
"I never did that."
"Huh?"
"That...that newspaper delivery thing."
"Oh."
"It's supposed to be normal isn't it?"
"Huh?"
"That."
"Delivering newspaper?"
"A part time job."
"Oh."
Tokitou finally turned away from the window.
"So have you done it before?"
"A part time job?"
"Delivering newspaper."
"Oh..... not really."
Tokitou stared at the nearly burned out cigarette and wonder how Kubota managed to made it last so long.
"You want to come over?"
Tokitou narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"What for?"
Giving a shrug, Kubota snuffed out his cigarette., whatever was left of it.
"It's cold and we've only got one blanket."
"I'll close the window."
'No...leave it."
"But you said...."
"So, you want to come over?'
Shuffling back, Tokitou grumpily shared his warm cocoon with the lanky teen.
"Hey!! You 're fucking cold!!" From the corner of his eyes, Tokitou spy a smirk on Kubota's face as he hug himself against the warm body.
"We really should get another blanket."
Kubota "hmph" a reply, but they both know two blankets would never fit their bed.
The world outside wakes up.
It was early.
Very early.
6a.m early to be exact.
Tokitou could not remember when he had ever been up this early in the morning.
He could even hear birds chirping and the winter breeze blew in and he shivered slightly.
A puff of smoke came from beside him and he pointed a disgusted look at his bed partner.
"Do you have to smoke on the bed?"
"Hmmmmm...."
"Can you finish the thing faster and close the window, I'm freezing my butt off here." Tokitou continued to grumble while pulling the blanket they were sharing further up to his neck.
"I could close the window if you like." Kubota replied sleepily.
'NO!! It's bad enough with the windows open."
Tokitou turned to his side facing the wall and tried to get back to sleep. It was his fault actually that they were up at this ungodly hour.
He had woken up panicked and sweating even though it was freaking snowing outside. His distress as usual had woken up Kubota and he could not wipe away the fear brought on by the nightmare from his face quick enough nor was he able to stop the trembles assailing his body. Kubota had known not to touch him, he would probably either had socked him one or just curled up and embarrassed them both. Instead, he got up, opened the window, sat back down and lit a cigarette. Oddly enough, the flicker of the burning end, the smell of the familiar smoke and the coolness coming from the white and quiet world outside calmed him as nothing could. He couldn't get back to sleep, but lay there and enjoyed the serenity that Kubota had orchestrated for him.
He shifted and stumbled out of bed with the thick blankets wrapped around him like a poncho. Leaning against the windowsill, he observes with sleep- derived eyes the quiet streets still lit with soft orange lamps.
Sound of a bicycle chain badly in need of oil echoed in the soothing quiet and a young boy of ten deftly threw newspapers into the private owned houses across the road. Dogs bark somewhere in the alley and soft chirping of birds started growing louder.
The day was finally starting.
"I never did that."
"Huh?"
"That...that newspaper delivery thing."
"Oh."
"It's supposed to be normal isn't it?"
"Huh?"
"That."
"Delivering newspaper?"
"A part time job."
"Oh."
Tokitou finally turned away from the window.
"So have you done it before?"
"A part time job?"
"Delivering newspaper."
"Oh..... not really."
Tokitou stared at the nearly burned out cigarette and wonder how Kubota managed to made it last so long.
"You want to come over?"
Tokitou narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"What for?"
Giving a shrug, Kubota snuffed out his cigarette., whatever was left of it.
"It's cold and we've only got one blanket."
"I'll close the window."
'No...leave it."
"But you said...."
"So, you want to come over?'
Shuffling back, Tokitou grumpily shared his warm cocoon with the lanky teen.
"Hey!! You 're fucking cold!!" From the corner of his eyes, Tokitou spy a smirk on Kubota's face as he hug himself against the warm body.
"We really should get another blanket."
Kubota "hmph" a reply, but they both know two blankets would never fit their bed.
The world outside wakes up.