Title: Alphabet Watanukis
Type: Lover Watanuki
Characters: Watanuki Kimihiro and Doumeki Shizuka, mentions of Ichahara Yuuko, Mokona, Maru and Moro.
Summary: The day was just beginning but it seemed a lot different as to how Watanuki spends the beginning of his days a while back.
Watanuki didn't know when getting up early in the morning started getting difficult. A year ago, he would revel on the warmth of the sunlight, thanking everything and anything that he's alive and well. He would then greet his parents by sending them a quick prayer in front of their old photo. If anyone would tell him that this year he'd be sleeping in, he would probably grab his frying pan and whack them on the head. He opened his eyes to the blinding rays of morning sunlight and decided to close them again, groaning slightly.
No, he didn't want to get up just yet.
Maybe it was because the sky outside is so bright and blue. Before, he would sit on the windowsill with a mug of coffee on his right hand, his left trying in vain to block the rays of the sun. He would wonder if the sky has the same shade as his eyes, and he would keep wondering until his curiosity gets the better of him and he would skip down the windowsill, leaving his mug of coffee on the side and out of the way just to get to his bathroom mirror and check the shade of his eyes.
The birds were chirping their usual happy songs, the wind that blowing from the window was relaxing. Surely, one would find it unable to detach himself from the tranquility. Well, a while ago, he definitely loved to cook and listen to the chirping of birds while he did so. He pondered why he would spend his mornings now in bed, despite how cheerful the birds sing, seemingly trying to rouse him up.
Maybe it was because of the fact that he knew there won't be any duties to perform today. No annoying employer and its pet, the very frustrating and irritating employer and its pet. He didn't really mind the twins, Maru and Moro; he's actually very fond of them. He very much mind, however, how his employer would demand for more sake, more food, more everything. Also, it was really irritating how obnoxious that little manjuu was. How it would just polish everything he prepares even before he has set them…
No. It was a nice day. It still is a nice day. He shouldn't have thought of them while resting. What was he on about before those disturbing thoughts? Ah, yes. He didn't want to wake up yet.
Maybe it was because the other person who loves seeing him slave over everything was still fast asleep. Beside him.
Normally he didn't want that person to be a little too close. He easily gets annoyed at everything he does, at anything he says, at every quirk of that annoying little brow which makes way to that beady little eyes, handsome nose, soft lips and there he goes again. He probably shouldn't think of inappropriate things when the person he was thinking about is just beside him.
Watanuki opened his eyes once again and looked at the time on his desk clock. Seven was still early, especially for someone who had all the time in the world. If he would be visiting memory lane, seven am was like noon for him already. But due to the comfortable weather, the nice chirping of the birds and his present companion, getting up is pretty much difficult. Actually, he didn't want to wake up unless he absolutely needs to. Perhaps when the call of nature kicks in or his companion's obnoxious attitude pisses him off, really, just two of those things and he'll probably get up and finally start his day. Probably.
He succumbed to the soft sheets of his comforter and buried his head against his companion's chest. He smelled of incense with a whiff of something he couldn't explain, something… clean. You know that smell when you're in a forest with the river flowing or a neat, little park with a fountain located at the middle. It makes him feel refreshed every time he's had the chance to take it in. It made him smile.
Maybe it was hard to get up because he knew he was laying here with him, tucked safely and warmly in his arms. He didn't know when he started waking up with him and falling asleep to him. It didn't make any sense to him but they continued that ritual. He didn't want to admit it but he liked the way he slept peacefully beside him, his other arm resting under his head. He liked the way how he seemed so unguarded while he lay there with him. When the other man was awake, he'd keep up with his demanding requests, his guard up with his cold demeanor and uncaring attitude.
Maybe it was because of his habit of staring at him every morning. He liked watching him sleep. His narrow body was buried under the sheets, his hair having a mind of its own, sticking up in different directions. The part of him that fascinated him most was his face, and it was rare for him to observe that fully. His tanned face was the same as always, yet oddly different. As he slept soundly, his chest moving up and down with each every breath, striking gold eyes were hidden behind soft eyelids; red pouty lips parted slightly; tanned skin glowing serenely in the darkness. Eyes fixing on his face, he delicately brushed over his lips, only to withdraw like he had touched fire and gotten burnt. Whenever this happens, he'd look at his face cautiously, thinking maybe he had woken the other one up. Apparently, he's a heavy sleeper. Still, it's better to be cautious. He would never live this down if ever he gets caught.
One of the things he liked about him, which was very rare in his opinion, was his hair. He liked to play with his hair, to caress his face with the very tips of his fingers and to see him do that little quirk on his lips and he would grow just a bit warmer as he did so. This is the time when he realizes that he's awake and that he just decided to stay like this for just a while longer. He would sigh like he didn't want anything to do with this man. Whenever he realizes he's awake, he'd try to leave, rolling over his side of the bed just to get away from the other and start his day. Most of the time, he fails to get up and it wasn't because of the reasons he had mentioned in his thoughts earlier. The taller man would abandon his side of the bed and roll over to hug him instead - and he should begrudgingly admit that he liked it twice as much that he felt like not leaving bed the whole day. A few months before, when he had had a few drinks, he had unwittingly spilled that he liked being hugged by the other man. The morning after, the annoying man latched on to him like a koala. A tall koala. The "koala" also really liked reminding him of that night. He hated him when he does that.
He didn't exactly know when getting up early in the morning started getting this difficult. It had always been a hard task to withdraw his arms from his waist, feel his scent move inches away from him, to move his head away from that delectable chest and to sit up and do what he has to do.
Because he was with him.
And because all was right in the world. In his world.
With another sigh but a smile playing at the corner of his lips, he ignored the clock on his table, the sun shining brightly outside, the blue sky tempting him to know if it has the shade as his, the chirping of the birds. Nothing is more tempting than the other man beside him, insufferable or not, irritating or not. He may feel this strongly about him but he still hesitates doing anything that would show his feelings for him. But he would always know. Under the blanket, his hand closed over his and held him closer to him, his arm tightening around his small frame, allowing the warmth to slowly transpire from the tip of his fingers to his pale, icy skin. He was a man of few words but there are actions which spoke louder than words. This. The way he held him like he didn't want to let go. He would always be amazed how he would always be certain of his feelings for him when he, on the other hand, would always be reluctant to start anything. With every touch, there would always be a message taller man didn't need to say. These are one of those times.
There was a message unspoken lingering between them, a message he didn't want to acknowledge at first, and as he held his hand, he listened in very, very closely. He didn't want to miss this moment.
… I'll be the one beside you—the only one.
So he doesn't get up at all - he simply lies there, with him - not until he demands breakfast, something obnoxious that he has to yell and shout and grumble about and he had to get up to go to the market just to cater to anything he wants. He always cooks anything he wants. He always does anything he wants. After all, this is Doumeki Shizuka he is talking about.
