It was the sweetest reward of all.

It was the memory to beat all others.

"I'm home..." The tired call came from somewhere near the front of the door, and Momo almost had to slap himself. How had he missed his master's footsteps? Quickly flicking off the Television with a nearby remote he bounded to his feet, flying through the halls to snag his Sumire-chan in a hug.

"Welcome home Sumire-Chan!" He spoke in a sing song manner, nuzzling her neck.

In his arms, he felt her tense up, and prepared himself for a shove. Something was wrong with her, and he was going to receive the blunt end of it. Maybe get sent up to that loft of his until dinner. "...Sumire-chan?" The fact that the push never came was a surprise, but what surprised him even more was the way her legs slacked, forcing him to hold her up in his arms. Her knees bent further, and he found it harder to hold them both up, and soon they had hit the floor.

It was as if the contact with the surface broke some sort of dam within her, as her tears spilled forth from her eyes. Soft sobs wracked her body, and Momo found himself tightening his hold on her. One of his hands moved away from around her stomach to gently pet her hair. He breathed in softly, taking in her scent. It was intoxicating. It made his head spin. But reality forced him not to react on her scent, forced him away from that brief second of ecstasy.

"Sumire-chan?" He repeated the question from earlier. Slowly, she turned from her spot to face her beloved pet, and all at once regret and relief hit him. Oh how he hated to see those beautiful tears streaming down her cheeks. But god, it was enthralling, mystifying, and extravagant, knowing that she showed those tears only to him. He clicked his tongue once, twice, in disapproval of her tears- or was it the fact that she was crying? Before moving forward and kissing the tears away gently, his lips barely grazing her skin. It almost seemed like a ritual to him. One that amazed him every time.

Her tears now sufficiently kissed away, he moved to place one extra kiss on her forehead. She sat there sniffling, but taking comfort in the ordinary. Enjoyed how things didn't change between them, enjoyed how she could always come home to Momo.

The second he pulled away from his gentle kisses, Sumire Iwaya pulled the male into a tight embrace. "Good boy Momo...good boy..." She whispered softly in his ear as she stroked his curly mop of hair. It was then that Momo allowed himself to immerse in the scent of her. In the feel of her warm arms wrapped around him, the gentle way that she pet his hair. Allowed himself to toy away at the thought of how, if he kissed her now, she wouldn't mind.

He hated the person that made her cry. He hated that she had to cry. He hated seeing those heart wrenching beautiful tears, which moved him so.

He hated it so much that he loved it.

He hated watching her cry so much, that it became an addiction to him. Those tears that were only shed in front of him. Those beautiful tears that were like a work of art were only kissed away by him.

And that? That was the sweetest reward of all.

There are totally NOT enough KWP fics. And I have a million and two different ideas for momoxsumire Dx This is bad.

I also have lots of Shinkumi ideas o.x

I've seen the Drama the entire drama but I've only read up to the 3rd book. Frankly I love this drama much more then the book. I love the amazing acting skills of the characters. Very insperational.

Anyways, Review and be loved. I'll probably write some more later. As in later today, if I feel like it, hehe.

There should totally be a KWP catagory. If there was, I bet there would be much more fanfics. Aha. But then again, Im sure thats what all these Misc. fans think.

-Hikari