It's Not What You Think
Chapter 4: Breakfast

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Umm...nothing, really, except that you can review more than one chapter at one time, k? Enjoy the fic! And just in case some of you haven't cottoned on, Chapter 3 was Erutis's dream. That's why it was so vague and eterealish, and I don't know if you peoples noticed, but no names were used

Disclaimer: I'm still not done crying in my corner, sheesh!

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The slurping was quiet and delicate, but to heck with that! Slurping was slurping!

slurping (a) noise (b)
noise (b) awake Erutis (c)

Thus a equaled c. C was not good. Groaning, she rolled over and groping around, came into contact with a second pile of fluff. Taking this second pillow, she jammed it as hard as her sleep-logged brain would allow her, over her head and effectively blocked out the infuriating noise.

However, what must've been 5 minutes later but in reality, was probably more like 6 Erutis opened her eyes. She was simply done being asleep.

"That really bites," she thought. There wasn't much to do in bed aside from sleeping, afterall. Although, now that she thought about it, there was that OTHER thing...

Mentally, she shook that thought out of her head, knowing her face would probably be likened to that of a beet. Just to have something to do aside from think, Erutis sat up, stretched, and threw her legs over the left side of her bed...

Only to be greeted by the bright sunshine filtering in through the bare balcony, it's curtains gathered neatly to the sides with a satin band. The smile that made its way to her face faltered and fell as she distinctly recalled shutting the curtains the night before. Yea, she remembered alright, because that annoying curly-head had give her the cheekiest wink ever in the history of cheeky winks. Not that it was a bad wink or anything like that, just- the owner cut her thoughts off abruptly.

And there was that bloody slurping again! The woman turned fractionally so that she was facing the spacious corner between the balcony and the bed. "What're YOU doing HERE!" she yelled, storming towards the small round table covered in the white linen tablecloth that he sat behind. He paused as though surprised by her vehement reaction. The slurping continued.

Planting her hands on the table, her short height towered somewhat over the man balanced on the two back legs of his chair. "Slept well?" he asked her, smiling. The girl ignored him.

"Is that my breakfast!" she demanded, looking at the apparent remains of a meal that had gone to a better place.

Lord Krayon took a few more slurps from the drink in his hand, which drew Erutis's attentions to the apparatus that had caused her so much grief so early on in the day. "Gimme that!" she said and swiped the glass right out of the poor Lord's hands. He sat there, dumbstruck to a degree.

"But...my drink..." he trailed in a forlorn voice.

"No, my drink!" Erutis yelled. As if to confirm it, she sucked out whatever bit of liquid was left in the canister and crumpled it in her hands. Slamming it onto the table and leaning towards the poor man, she said, "This is my drink, my breakfast, and my room! I want you out!"

Honey colored eyes took in all four walls at a slow, deliberate pace, and smiling, the Lord rested them on the green ones of the swordswoman before him. "Interesting," he said slowly. "Your decorating taste is admirably similar to mine. If I didn't know better, I could've sworn I was still in my castle." The smile widened to a smirk. He had her. Suddenly, yet elegantly, he stood up.

Erutis backed up a few paces, embarrassed. He had a point there. Not wanting to look at the amusement of those eyes, she looked elsewhere and that's when she realized she was still in her skimpy little floaty, sheer nightdress. It looked as though a volcano had erupted onto Erutis's face, yet the curly-haired man seemed not to take note. "I – I'm going to go wash up," she began, hoping he hadn't noticed her lack of dress. "You'd better be gone by the time I come back!" She might still be able to save face from this encounter!

Alas, as she was about to turn and head for her bath changers, Krayon reached out a hand and slipped the dangerously low strap of her nightdress back over her shoulder. "Appearing half dressed is all good and well, my love, however, I think an accident might be a bit much for your already beet-red face."

So he hadn't been as oblivious as he seemed. The color deepened sevenfold and forgetting all pretenses, Erutis ran to her bath chambers, and shut the heavy wooden door with a solid thud.

Lord Krayon chuckled softly and sat down. Shame, he thought. I'm sure it would've been off before she reached the bathrooms, too. He shook his head and commenced eating his breakfast. A few minutes passed and Krayon couldn't hold it in any longer. All that slurping had consequences, you know. Rising, he headed without a second thought, to the far side of the room where the bath chamber was located. The far side of the room and through the door Erutis had just disappeared through.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Whee! Oh, come on, you guys knew this was coming! You can't have a fic like this and NOT have a bathroom scene! Guess you all have something to look forward to the next chapter for! Heehee...making you wait...I'm evil! But you know, buttering up to me might help.

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