This is my 1st city hunter fanfic. I wanted to show a different side of Ryo, still I hope it's not too mushy... English is not my mothertongue and I'm afraid I'm a bit rusty - sorry for the mistakes.
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morning routine
I suddenly wake up after a dreamless night - another one - and I open my eyes. My head hurts a little, probably because I drank too much last night - again. It's still dark, but the sun will rise soon. Barely awake, I feel the familiar yet powerful urge to go. I need to.
I sit up and facepalm, just fot a moment. I can't waste too much time. I know that in a few minutes, my headache won't matter anymore. It never does once i'm there.
I stand up in the dark and silently get out of my room. Everything is quiet. I move without thinking - I've been there so many times. I tiptoe downstairs, carefully avoiding the last step because it creaks.
It's the same thing everyday, and I'll do it until the day I die. I just can't help it. It has nothing to do with my usual "mokkori act". It's way beyond that. It's like a gut reaction. A reflex. It's also an addiction - by far my favourite one. I need that like I need air. I couldn't go on without that. I couldn't survive.
Once downstairs, I have to deal with the "critical" part. I slowly put my hand on the door-knob and turn it. There's a gentle click and I hold my breath for a moment, listening. Nothing. Handling a deadly weapon is a piece of cake, but I'm afraid of that damn doorknob - talk about a tough guy...
I open the door a little - just enough for me to enter. There she is. There is my everything.
Kaori.
She's sound asleep, her head lying on her arm. Outside, behind the curtains, the sun is slowly rising. The room is dimly lit, but I don't need much light - I can see her face.
She's there. Alive, safe. I can't believe how lucky I am to live with such a wonderful person. It amazes me every time. I gaze longingly at her. Despite what I tell her, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
She's slightly smiling, and I wonder what she could be dreaming about. Like always, watching her peaceful face affects me more than I can say. In my dirty, violent world, she stands out as the only pure thing. Unstained. Perfect.
Her breathing is deep and even. I breathe with her for a while and let my eyes wander and caress her features, just a little more. It's time to go already.
I silently go back to my room, my mind finally at rest. I feel serene and complete.
In a few minutes, she will be awake. She will take a shower, then she will come here to wake me up. I will pretend to be asleep, and I will whisper another girl's name in my fake sleep. Maybe i'm gonna let some bras lying around my room, just to make her a little more jealous. I'm in for the 10tonne-hammer, that's for sure. Our morning routine. How I love that.
