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The couple lay in their bed – legs laced together, fingers intertwined with the other, her head muffled comfortably in his broad chest, his face buried in her strawberry scented hair, arms wrapped tightly around the other, blue eyes locked onto those hazel orbs, and both hearts united as one. That's how we usually woke up to every blissful morning. Some days we would just lay there and talk about practically anything, but at other days, I'd pretend to be unconscious while he just played around with my hair. Though he didn't say anything, I know he knew that I was awake.

Beauty's Blissful Awakening

Sleeping Beauty's honey golden eyes fluttered open, catching sight of the plain white ceiling. The memories she shared with him and the endless times they spent together – they always came back to her during her sleep. She can't really say that they haunted her. Her sleep was always felt lighter and more delightful when the dreams happened.

Finally, she noticed the warm breath on her cheek. Her head turned to see the face she dreamt of. The soft hair, that a cat's fur would be jealous of, and the reassuring big hand, that enveloped hers – all came from her dream. Was she still in her dream? The thought leapt across her mind like the jumping sheep a mother would count for her stubborn child. At other situation in her head, she would normally assume that; however, this time, he was sitting on the floor next to her bed, rather than lying right next to her. Feeling the desire to get closer with him, she placed her free hand on his cheek and then his silky locks. The skin and the hair felt too real that her doubts began to rise further to the surface. She brought her hand down to the center of his chest to test it. The woman's hand could feel the beat of his heart through the rough texture of his shirt. To make matters worse, she could feel the beat pulse through the veins in her heart as well.

She jolted back, disentangling her hand with his and pulling her free hand away from him. The panicked nurse stared at him and waited for a reaction. After making sure he wasn't awake, she pulled him up into the bed with some difficulty and drew the blanket over him. As she pulled her warm feet down to the cool floorboards, a shudder ran down her spine from the cold touch.

"Amu…" His voice sent another shiver run down her spine but in the best way ever. In one fell swoop, Amu leaned over the bed and brushed her lips against the skin of his forehead and made her way out of the room by tiptoeing and closing the door very quietly. As soon as the door shut closed, the beast's eyes flew open as he muttered to himself, "You're such a tease."

Oath of Miki's Knight

The chilly wind swept the autumn leaves across the empty park, save for a teen and a man. The teen's blue stray hairs had grown so obvious that the jet black hair seemed like highlights. The father decided not to say anything about it. There were other people in Japan with blue hair; thus it wouldn't be surprising if the son didn't recognize it. They both just sat on their park bench with a cocoa in hand.

"How's your so-called revenge plot going, old man?" Yoru mocked him with a wry smirk. The "old man" just looked at him quite impressed. Ikuto had noticed it before, but he just chose that moment to revel at how his son used a smirk with so many different emotions. Yoru was being either very flippant with that hereditary smirk or was using that smirk of his to good use.

"Why do you always call me 'old man'?" Ikuto threw out that question because he wanted to change the subject and also because he was curious. He didn't mind being called "old man". He had even called his own father that.

"It doesn't feel right calling you by your first name, your surname, or anything else. Old man fits you well, if I say so myself." Using that good ol' smirk of his, Yoru's eyes shone with the anticipation of explaining why. Knowing that his son yearned for him to ask why, the father didn't bother say a word.

"How's you and your girlfriend Miki doing?" Ikuto thought it was awkward talking to his son about love and things like that. He preferred talking to his son about the violin or maybe tips on sneaking or finding the best shortcuts through the neighborhood, but this talk about loving someone felt more like a conversation he would have before Yoru's wedding or his proposal, not in high school.

"… She's not my girlfriend." Yoru seethed through gritted teeth.

"I know that. If she were, you wouldn't be ditching school." He remarked, throwing his empty cup of cocoa in the trash.

"If Miki and I were friends, I wouldn't be ditching school; school would at least be a chance to see her. I can't even talk to her because of those stupid—" The hazel eyed boy began with a depressing spirit.

"Rumors." Ikuto finished for him. "You're just afraid your strength won't protect her. When I was an uprising star, I was scared to see the woman I loved dearly get hurt. I was just about to leave her, but she gave this pained expression and told me that she only wanted to be with me. From then on, I decided that as long as I could protect her, comfort her, treasure her, and love her, I would be able to stay by her side. Remember that, Yoru. When you can ensure her happiness and protection, you are able to stay by her side. Can you protect Miki and preserve her happiness, Hinamori Yoru?" Ikuto looked Yoru dead in the eye with a determined expression.

"I'll treasure her, protect her, comfort her, and preserve her happiness." Yoru returned the gaze head- on.

I was originally planning on making this chapter longer, but I have an event at my school in two days. Thanks for reading. I'll try to update as soon as I can.