AN: Don't own Kyoko, Charden, or Make Damn Sure by Taking Back Sunday.
I do, however, own a piece of paper that says I'll update more if I get reviews and stuff. XD Or at least post more of what I do write. Which may or may not be a good thing.
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You are everything I want
'Cause you are everything I'm not
And we lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close, how close is close enough?
Shuffle, shuffle, where?
Oh.
In bed.
What's that moving there?
Oh.
Kyoko.
Wait...
Kyoko?
Startled out of a rather nice sleep to find a rather nice girl beside him, Charden was rather confused.
"Kyoko-san?" He grasped out to his left, got his sunglasses, and put them on. Charden touched her shoulder gently.
Now, he was quite sure he went to bed alone, unaccompanied by any teenage girls. Expecially not ones in ...skimpy nightwear. Especially especially any very attractive teenage girls in... Charden stopped himself before he could commit any more mental felonies.
He tapped her shoulder again. In reply, Kyoko sighed, and turned over, wrapping herself tighter in the blankets.
"Kyoko-san... Kyoko-san... Kyoko-san!"he whispered, sharply. Charden sat up. Again, he gently pushed her, and Kyoko rolled more, onto her stomach, like some caterpillar, taking even more of Charden's evershrinking supply of blanket. Exhaling in frustration, he resorted to one of the more juvenile in his repetoire of waking techniques: poking her repeatedly in the shoulder.
This was not recieved well. A pale arm snaked its way out of Kyoko's cocoon and swatted at him, accompanied by a quiet, "Hmph!" before he heard soft snoring again.
So, Charden laid there. Staring into the vaulted ceiling.
More to himself than anything, because it was too early for internal monologues, he asked,"Why is one, Kyoko-san in my bed, two, near comatose, and three, why can't I do anything about it?"
A quiet, singsong voice answered him, emanating from the roll of blankets beside him,"She's cold, too tired to use Tao, and you don't really want to."
A second later, he heard soft snoring, and Charden sighed deeply.
Nothing more he could do, he shrugged. So, resigned, he removed his glasses, tugged a scrap of blanket from Kyoko, and slept.
