Warmth

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Ghost Hunt, all rights go to the Mangaka TT-TT

"Mai wake up!"

"Mmmm…go away …" I murmured out, trying to swat away the hands that were prying me off of the warmth of the duvet.

"Sleepy-head idiot, wake up or we are going to be late for work."

Ignoring the last bit and too tired to even get angry at him for the insults, I just carried on trying to catch some sleep.

The reason for my utter stubbornness and my defying of the all mighty Naru was because I was up yesterday trying to adhere to my desperate editor's pleads by finishing off my novel.

Yes now not only do I still work with Naru in SPR but I have started writing novels, just to; firstly earn some extra money and secondly to venture further in my talent.

Most of my novels are on psychology…what don't believe me? I worked really hard at university taking both psychology and English just for your information.

Ah I forgot to mention that Naru's my h- Suddenly the struggle started again with Naru and I think I heard Naru say somewhere within the struggle that he will dock my pay and that I'm also going to make him late because he has to drive us to SPR.

After a few more insults and minutes later everything stopped. 'Silent at last' I thought, not aware of Naru's glare turning into the all-knowing narcissistic smirk.

The bed dropped on the side as a certain tea-loving person crawled in and hovered over me with arms pinned on both sides of my head on the pillow.

Ok, now I knew I really couldn't ignore THAT. So with much effort I opened my reluctant eyes, staring straight into the annoyingly handsome face.

He started off by bending down and whispering with a thick English accent in my ear "To what do I owe the pleasure of such a disgraceful act? Tell me, really do tell me why you my employee and might I add my dear wife, want to aggravate me so early in the morning."

I sweat dropped, while nervously smiling. 'He only uses his lovely accent when he is rather angry (or excited) and his use of polite analogy…oh dear…me scared.' I thought to myself as I lay there frozen like a sardine.

"Sorry Naru, I was kind of up late yesterday finishing my novel, so I'm rather tired" I meekly looked for a response.

"Late? You call sleeping at 10pm late? Might I add that I was also up and slept way later that you" he whispered dropping his voice even lower.

"Yeah well, you're a nocturnal living ice-cube that lives in the land of work, tea and mirrors, you never melt because you look at yourself every single day and all the shops in your world are full of tea all named 'Naru Tea' and..an-"

A slender finger came to my lips as Naru shut my rambling.

He stared at me with those dark deep blue eyes, everything went silent…He started leaning ever closer to my face, about to close the non-existent gap and brush his lips against mine…until I felt his hands on the sides of my stomach.

"Oh no, don't do it Naru" I desperately tried to push the hands away. "I'm just trying to make you more awake" he smirked, and let the tickling match commence!

"No, NO! Stop tickling me!" I tried to tickle him but alas the stoic jerk did not have a ticklish spot to torture. Finally after a gruelling set of cries and minutes, he stopped.

Of course Naru won the match. He then abruptly got off the bed and briskly walked to the door, before he left he also abruptly said "Get dressed and come down" and with that the door shut.

I dumbly stared after him. 'No one would have ever guessed that he had a tickling match with his cute wife (and nearly- no scratch that- HAD half-tortured her).

I then set about getting ready not really wanting to engage in another match.