The day was ordinary. It was neither too dark nor too bright, the color which seemed to prevail couldn't be identified, but it made you look up. Wether you saw something was entirely up to you.

„Morning, Mongami-san." It felt good to be greeted like that. I wouldn't say it made me feel important, rather, it forced me to exist even when I didn't want to.

„Morning, Takumi-san." It felt nice to greet back as well, although I was certain that wasn't enough to show my true gratitude to them.

Yes, I enjoyed all of their greetings, all but one.

„Good morning, Mogami-san. Late again?"

All but that that angelic smile which could only be worn by the devil.

Filled with hate and disapproval.

That's how I saw it, and I could be all but wrong.

„I'm not. It must be your watch that's outrunning time, Tsuruga-san." I said and turned around, eager to leave as soon as possible. There was something in his presence which bothered me even more than his so called angelic personality. I saw nothing of it, not even a glimpse.

I wondered where the others found them. His white wings, I mean.

„Kyoko, you're late."

„Eh?" And what I hated even more than him was the fact that he was always right. „But my watch-„

„Is late as well." Moko finished and frowned. I dropped my bag and started fishing things out of it, not really sure of what I need exactly.

I could hear Moko sigh, and then the sound of door closing, disturbing the particles of silence in the room.

When I finished with my bag and almost all of its previous contents was everywhere but in it, I got up and went to my locker, wishing to change as soon as possible.

I got the locker and opened it, feeling a tad dizzy.

„Kyoko." I heard someone call me gently. The voice was familiar, faintly.

The dizziness turned into numbness and soon I closed my eyes and found myself surrounded by warmth. It was a strange feeling, I haven't experienced it before. Strange everlasting warmth. That sort of feeling.

„Kyoko." I heard the voice again, it was liquid, so warm and loving. It was almost as if it wasn't my name that it was calling.

„Mmmm?" I barely got a few letters out of me. The light was strong, it hurt my eyes. Although I didn't mind.

„Kyoko, dear, we have to go to work."

„No, I don't want to. It's warm here." I said and grabbed something that reminded me of a pillow, but it was too soft for a pillow. The smell of freshly washed sheets overwhelmed me. I felt so protected.

The fact that I had no idea where I was or who was waking me up was dismissed. The warmth spread through my body. It felt so nice.

„You want to stay?"

„Mmmmm."

It was pretty unexpected, but it was not because I didn't know what to say that I couldn't speak anymore, it was because against my lips lie another pair laid.

„I wish we could." The voice added.

I opened my eyes.

A pair of eyes returned the look, eyes I've seen before, hateful eyes I loved to avoid if I could.

Yes, you guessed.

At me, from above, gazed a pair of angelic eyes, but this time, they were everything but out of place. In them reflected all but darkness and hatred.

I swear, I even saw the shape of his wings.

I soon realized that the feeling of warmth came from him, not from the quilts or the fresh sheets, not from the sun which peeked in through the glass windows nor the smell of morning, but from him.

It all came from Tsuruga Ren.