Title: Morning Reflections

Author's notes: hehehe! I know this fic is not that good but I was bored. I know it doesn't make sense but bear with my incompetence!

Rukawa POV

Waking up in Sendoh's arms is no longer surprising. Why should it, when I know it was the way I was meant to wake up? His arms about me give of a protective warmth, the kind of warmth that lets me know that nothing can ever take me away from them.

As I open my eyes, I see his face, smiling that special smile of his. Then he kisses me, sweetly, gently, purely. And at that moment I know how much he loves me.

For a few minutes I smile and savor his warmth as he quietly strokes my hair. I close my eyes yet again. Mornings with Sendoh, though pleasurable, sadden me a bit because it means separation for 5 and a half days after.

Maybe that's why he makes it special. He doesn't do anything out of the ordinary but there is the love. I can see the effort he puts in making his room a little cleaner, in cooking us breakfast and in making sure I am comfortable. It makes me feel loved.

I open my eyes again and yet again I see his eyes, deep and caring. I can see that he is sad. This is probably for the same reason I am sad. After a bath and breakfast I would have to leave him again. Parting is such sweet sorrow, they say. It is kind of true. The only heartbreaking part is that for 6 mornings he won't be there when I wake up

He sits up and stretches. Yawning, I too sit up. I look around his room. I know that he tidied it up just for me. The bed sheets are recently washed and the books perfectly arranged. My eyes again come into focus on his eyes. He surprises me and we tumble onto the bed. There I feel the happiness coursing through his entity. It makes me happy too.

After a quick bath, we sit down to eat. He always cooks us breakfast. It doesn't taste like gourmet but breakfast a la Sendoh warms me down to my last nerves.

Then it's time for farewell. He accompanies me to the garage where my bike is. Before I get on, I hear the faintest whisper of…

"I love you."

Somehow this warms me up a lot more than breakfast a la Sendoh ever will. Even this faintest whisper can renew my hope. My hope that after 6 mornings I will wake up inside those loving arms again.

Waking up in Sendoh's arms is no longer surprising. Why should it, when I know it was the way I was meant to wake up?

End!