Would you like me to take you to a place in this city, where wishes come true..?

It seemed that even in his dreams, Madarame proved to be one hardcore otaku. He awoke curled up in a warm, soft space, having slept better than he had in what seemed like years. A pleasant, sweet feminine scent mixed with.. pancakes? Heaven.

But heaven wasn't what Madarame was accustomed to at all, and he shot upright and aware with the realization that he wasn't home at all.

"Eeeeyagh!" He threw the blanket aside, forcing the chair into its standard position unceremoniously, a pillow previously lent flying of in another direction. Madarame panted, heart racing as he peered around the room; pretty, frilly clothes hanging about, books neatly arranged behind crystal flower figuringes, soft pink walls, floral curtains.

"Is that how you always wake up..?"

Madarame blinked over at the perplexed and unamused Saki, who stood in what Madarame could only assume was the kitchen area, due to the tantalizing aromas coming from that direction. Saki poked at one of her favorite pillows with her foot, that previously lend pillow, frowning deeply, but neglecting to fetch it from the floor due to her hands being full with a mixing bowl and spoon.

Madarame eyed her from head to toe – he couldn't help it. There stood Saki, hair somewhat messed, as she hadn't had time or thought to style it. She wore a small tank top that stopped just shy of her belly button, and some matching shorts. She'd thought enough to put on a casual apron to keep herself unsoiled with breakfast goodies. Saki seemed to become more self aware, continuing to stir pancake mix as she turned away and vanished back into the kitchen, affording Madarame a momentary glimpse of fitted shorts. Someone help me, she's gorgeous… I'm doomed.

"I'll have breakfast ready momentarily… I'm making some sweet pancakes… if you'd like to wash your face and such, feel free. You know where the bathroom is." Saki encouraged him from the kitchen, and he lifted himself from the chair finally, stretching and moving quickly into the bathroom, where he would wash his face and freshen up a bit.

This is Heaven. This is Hell. I mean, I'm here… Not because we're together, but because she needed me, I was there for her… now we'll go back to normal. Hell, I'll probably never see this place again..

Madarame, disgusted with his morning appearance, turned on the faucet and splashed his face with lukewarm water, rubbed his eyes, splashed again, letting his thoughts run rampant on the subject of recent events.

Can I hope that I've gone from a footnote in a chapter of her life, to a meaningful existence?

He reached for her hand towel, a soft, frilly pink thing, wiping his face clean, looking at himself again through the looking glass, running a hand through his hair a few times to calm the chaos. He then sighed, satisfied as he would be, and glanced around the bathroom curiously.

Fancy feminine body washes and soaps, shampoos, lotions. He idly picked up the lotion left to rest on the front of her hanging shelf, thumbing it open and sniffing at it. Immediately he recognized the scent as one she wore frequently, almost every day. Shea Flower Heaven-Scent.. He rubbed some on his hands and smiled to himself, closing his eyes for a moment, dreaming to himself what he knew would only ever be a dream; to embrace her, know her more closely. He glanced over at her body was, noting her choice of mostly lavender and honey scented products.

This is definitely as close as I'll ever be to her..

He extracted himself from the bathroom, wandered carefully towards the kitchen, peeking around the corner before stepping into the small room behind Saki. Over her shoulder he could see her stacking pancakes onto a plate, slathering it with a strawberry mix, some sweet syrup, and some whipped cream looking topping.

She spun around with the plate, gasped, and placed her free hand on her chest, "You startled me, how long were you standing there.. nevermind…. Here."

She shoved the plate at Madarame while he marveled at her face sans the makeup. She's naturally gorgeous.. this doesn't help my cause any. he felt condemned to suffer eternally, always to look and never touch. She must have noticed his stare, because a blush crept upon those cheeks and she brushed past him to the main room, grabbing up her makeup bag and some clothing from a hanger, vanishing into the bathroom. "Enjoy! I'm going to powder my face!" She announced from behind a slamming bathroom door, leaving Madarame to savor every bite of strawberry drowned pancakes.

He made up his mind that this was all he needed. Correction- all he had a chance at having in this lifetime. He'd settle for it, but always long and dream of more.

He would finish his pancakes and sneak out quietly to the sound of her hair dryer, avoiding any further awkward confrontations, and he'd remember it as the best night of his life, followed by the best morning of his life, and the most delicious breakfast of his life…. A time never to be forgotten.