Mornings
By: artisticRadifyer
CH. 1
I do not own any Sonic characters.
Place: Mobius
I woke up to the sound of snoring and sizzling. 'That means Sonic is cooking and Shadow is still asleep.' I was in the bed I'd made; it could fit two queen beds in it easily and it was built into the wall. I even made the mattress to adjust to exactly what you need; kinda like like the sleep number, but automatic. The end of the bed forms into a couch.
Shadow was cradling me; one of my tails in between his legs with an arm around my waist and the other under his pillow. I slowly traveled out of the black and red bundles' grasp, an expert at this point in the relationship - he likes to cuddle. I climbed out of bed, careful of my tails; I didn't want to wake him.
I stretched in the dim light coming from behind the blinds and yawned. Sonic and Shadow had long since got me out of the habit of staying up all night working on machines, but I do every once in a while with the occasional big project. I make machines and other things for, just about anything. And I love every minute of it.
And Sonic's cooking is astounding - Shadow and I got him out of making just chili dogs and found out that he can cook a lot of different food. He said he learned from Uncle Chuck, and that it's actually a hobby of his. It's the only thing he takes his time with, besides sleeping. [Authors note: I imagine him napping a LOT. Yet, he gets up and takes morning runs and stuff.]
As for Shadow we got him to stop dwindling on the past and to stop being so overly protective. And a couple of other things. He's changed a lot but he's still the same person he was in the beginning. His memory has no holes in it anymore (besides what's normal - baby memories and what-not) thanks to some chaos energy and a spell knuckles found.
I went into the bathroom and started cleaning up. While I was brushing my teeth, I heard a big clanging noise from the kitchen. Toothbrush still in my mouth I ran out of the bathroom and through the bedroom at a good pace, but careful not to wake Shadow.
Turning down the hall I thought, 'I hope Sonic didn't burn himself,' and skidded to a stop just inside the kitchen doorway.
The first thing I saw was red. There was red everywhere and Sonic was covered in it. Second, I noticed he wasn't moving. I tried to rush over to the spot where he lay, and almost tripped on a knife on the floor. My toothbrush fell from my mouth as I gasped at the sight before me. The knife drawer was on the floor and there were knives all over the place.
I picked my way back to Sonic, very careful of my step, and kneeled by him and checked for a pulse in the crook of his neck. Ok, there was still a pulse. I ran to my workshop and on the way down the hall, banged on the bedroom door so Shadow would get up. I grabbed my First Aid Kit and checked it: we were low on supplies. On the way back up I shouted through the door, "Sonic's hurt!" and continued to the kitchen - kit in hand.
Once in the kitchen, I went over to Sonic and propped him on the cabinet under neath the sink. I grabbed the sink faucet and stretched it down turning the water on as I did so. There was too much blood to see where the wounds were so I began washing him off gently. As I did so, I got more and more worried. There hasn't been any wounds on him. But, I had to make sure and kept at my task.
I jumped up in fright as a loud noise sounded behind me. Acting on reflex I sprayed it down, soon realizing that I had soaked Shadow. "Oh sorry. You scared me." I apologized quickly.
"Whatever, but what happened?!" Shadow exclaimed looking slightly peeved for getting being soaked and pointed to Sonic. I'd never seen him so worried before. It was serious and genuine, but I couldn't help thinking he looked really cute.
I replied quickly turning back to Sonic and resuming my task, "I don't know I heard a loud bang and that's it. He has a pulse but he was covered in blood. What's worrying me though is that I'm not finding any injuries."
Shadow stood there waiting for me to finish washing Sonic off and sighed in what sounded like relief when I was done, there were no injuries beside that of which a very small cut on his arm and a nasty bump on his head that I believe came from when he fell.
I backed off of Sonic letting Shadow pick him up, bridal style, and followed them to the bedroom. The black hedgehog opened the door with his foot and went in the room. After I came in, I flew over them and pulled the covers back. Shadow placed the unconscious bundle under them and kissed him on the lips. I landed besides him and nuzzled the streaked hedgehog trying to comfort the unease coming from him. Shadow broke his kiss with Sonic and headed to the kitchen.
I leaned in and kissed Sonic as well. I petted him while doing so. I broke it off and whispered, "It's alright," to him and myself, trying to calm my nerves. I climbed off the bed and headed out the bedroom door to the kitchen.
Shadow was coming down the hallway looking relived and annoyed at the same time. He stopped in the hallway and held something up for me to see, "It's ketchup."
I looked at the busted bottle and sighed. "Thank god," I said as Shadow pulled me closer to him. "How does he do this kind of stuff-" is all I manage before Shadow kisses me hard and rough. He keeps us in lip-lock, so that when we break we're both panting from the lack of breath.
"That's just how he is. A stupid faker that we love. You know that," he replies to my unfinished question with a look of surreal compassion in his eyes. You'd never know it but Shadow has some of the most expressive eyes in the world.
"I know," I tell him and kiss him back short and sweet then nuzzle into his chest fur. "Come on lets clean the kitchen for him. You know what happens when it's a mess, even if he did it."
"Hmph. Yeah," he grunts with a small smile. And leads the way to the kitchen.