This takes place in the AU of my other fanfic, The butterfly effect.

It was such an annoying sound, and nostalgic memories came back as he heard it— memories of him waking up without the need of that... God. Damned. Clock. He would just open his eyes and that was it, and he'd feel refreshed and ready for a day of work. However, Blackwater had pampered him too much, giving him missions that started on the afternoon or late at night, and his biological clock just didn't work as it was supposed to anymore.

There was also another little thing that tied him to his bed, warm and tempting, and as he buried his nose in her hair, he decided to skip work— It would be a crime, after all, to leave her at the mercy of that cold winter morning.

Too bad she would have none of it.

Ange opened one eye, and frowned at the clock's cry and that warmth against her. She knew he had to work, otherwise, that stupid thing wouldn't be bothering her. He kept clinging to her for dear life, though, not even making an effort to at least try and turn that damn alarm off.

What a useless man.

She escaped his grasp, and though he growled, he didn't open his eyes. Lazy idiot— She didn't even know why she bothered...

... She didn't, but she kept doing it every morning.

A kiss.

It was ever so light and fleeting, yet it was enough to make him grin, still half asleep. Another kiss had his hand sneaking behind her back, trying to push her towards him, but Ange denied his touch and just teased him with her breath.

As usual, it didn't take long for Amakusa to try and reach her lips with his own, failing every time as she got farther and farther away from him, until he finally sat up with an annoyed grunt, pushing her towards him and trapping her mouth in a kiss that only lasted a few seconds before he opened his eyes.

"Mhn. Mornin'"

"Yeah, yeah." She let him hug her again, pushing his nose against her naked shoulder. "You have to go." His groan was muffled by her skin.

"Can't I just stay home and screw you all day?"

She felt her cheeks grow a little hot and her insides tingle- She didn't let her guard down, though, and kept her tone cold and unfeeling.

"All day? I think you're overestimating yourself, Amakusa."

"Oho. Is that a challenge?"

"... Go to work."

He hung his head, defeated.

"Yes mom."

Ange rolled her eyes, and before he could get up, pulled him into another kiss, deep and wetter than the others, sighing in his mouth and receiving a groan in response, hands twitching around her waist. He grinned slyly when she let go:

"... I'm not sure if you want me to stay or not, Ange-san."

"Just go. Once you come back I will... uh, we can..." He chuckled.

"Heeh~. Are you trying to tell me there's more waiting for me once I come back?" Oh how she wished she could punch that know-it-all grin off his face. "And you gave me a sample too- You're getting bolder and bolder..."

"Shut up."

He snickered again— She was ever so shy, cheeks pink and frown hardening her features. He finally got up with a yawn, feeling a lot more pumped, and decided to blame it on her warm, warm lips.

And he decided that, as soon as he arrived to Blackwater, he'd beg for more morning missions— He had, after all, the most pleasant alarm clock in the world.

So I got a bunch of fluffy little ideas for these two, and decided to start this fic. I'll update as I, hopefully, think of more. This fic is basically fanservice, little aww AmaAnge moments so don't expect much plot or anything, just lots of sugar.

If you're wondering, the title is how they call this couple in Japan. Amakusa's name, "Juuza" can also be read as "13", and, taking the last half of Ange's name (ge), that sounds like yen. So 13 yen.

Japan u so crazy.