Kaito woken with a lingering sense of calm surrounding him, his body feeling refreshed for the first time in what felt like ages. At some point in the night he had readjusted his body, and he found that he woke up in a different position than what he had went to bed in.
His limbs were sticking out from under the discheveled covers at odd angles, his legs flung haphazardly over and partially on top of Master's body. One over Master's abdomen and one over his upper thigh. He sheepishly removed the back of his hand from against Master's softly breathing face.
Master seemed unaware, still deeply asleep, until Kaito did that. Then he mumbled a little bit and his head fitfully turned away from Kaito, then slightly back toward Kaito, then settled more deeply against his pillow, returning to be face up again.
Kaito watched Master and a slight smile played on his face. Somehow, although he wouldn't normally use the word "adorable" to describe another male, especially one like Master, it was kind of cute and it tugged at Kaito's heartstrings to see his Master so unguarded like that. He didn't normally get the chance to regard Master so closely and for an extended period of time, and his mind drifted almost pleasantly as Kaito did just that without thinking about it too hard.
Master's eyes squinched and fluttered, and eventually he opened them with an internal groan. He looked and the first thing that greeted him was Kaito watching him, his head in his hands and his elbows crooked under him, holding his head up as he watched Master. There was a slight smile on the bluenette's face. He seemed much calmer than the night before. Or was it technically the morning of the same day?
"Good morning, Master," Kaito softly greeted him. "Did you sleep well?"
"Ugh," Master grunted tiredly. Under his eyes was a little dark. Kaito wondered, suddenly feeling a stab of guilt, whether he had actually kept Master up. Suddenly Master let go of a huge yawn and stretched his hands, fists clenched, far above his head in an enormous, full-body stretch, before flopping back down on the bed again with a mumble and a brief closing of his eyes again.
"Sorry Kaito, looks like I'm not a morning person," Master apologized and rubbed at his face with his hands. "Uhh, I want to go back to sleep."
Kaito looked at Master in surprise, then couldn't help but chuckle a little to himself at the unexpectedly childish antics from the normally very adult male. Kaito reached up a hand in a parody of Master's own normal actions, and patted Master on the head.
"There, there, Master." Kaito said with the edge of amusement to his beautiful voice. Master peeked an eye up to look at Kaito from under the bluenette's hand for a moment, giving him what could only be called the fisheye. But then he returned the Vocaloid's smile sheepily.
"Thanks, Kaito," Master finally acknowledged, the smile still continuing to play at his lips as he regarded the blue-haired Vocaloid's face and discheveled bed hair. Kaito noticed Master's eyes narrow just the slightest bit as he looked at Kaito's face, and Kaito suddenly wondered just how rumpled his hair and clothes were, a self conscious and very slight blush staining his cheeks at the thought.
Master closed his eyes against the vision of Kaito in his bed, the smile still on his face, then opened his eyes again, seemingly to grow more awake with each passing moment.
"I wonder what will be for breakfast this morning," Master said conversationally, and he reluctantly started to sit up. His mind started thinking about the day's plans. Tonight was his friends' party. Tonight it would be him and Kaito. And Len. He could show him off to his friends. Master glanced at Kaito once more, and smiled once again. He was looking forward to it, honestly. He had always felt that Kaito never got enough attention as he deserved from the Vocaloids' fanbase. He would enjoy to see him becoming even more popular among Master's friends.
Of course, not that Master would ever give Kaito up to one of them. Kaito was HIS Vocaloid, after all. The posessive thought gave Master a sense of pleasure. He felt lucky to own Kaito. Lucky he had stumbled upon him when he did, back on the day when he met Kaito and Kaito was given life by him. The day when Kaito came home.
Master had to acknowledge that although he loved all of his Vocaloids, Kaito was special to him. Master couldn't imagine calling it "home" anymore if the blue-haired Vocaloid somehow wasn't there anymore. He wondered, whether Kaito knew how much his Master cared for him. The smile turned inwardly, almost awkwardly as Master thought, probably not.
Master glanced at Kaito one final time before propelling himself off the bed and starting to get himself ready for the day.
No, not probably. Definitely, definitely not. Master shook his head, and excused himself to go into his private bathroom. Kaito lingered in his bed, still wanting to soak up the safe atmosphere of Master's room and proximity. When Master finally came out of the shower, Kaito was still laying there comfortably. Master ran his hand through his now-damp hair, a pleased but complicated expression on his face.
"Don't tease me by making me think it is okay to go back to bed because you've been keeping it warm for me, Kaito," Master admonished playfully, a light to his eyes as he looked at his blue-haired Vocaloid. Kaito noticed it and grinned back.
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Despite the pleasant and relaxing start to his day, Kaito's anxiety had returned in full force plus interest by the time it was late afternoon. He was dreading the party with Master's friends that was swiftly approaching that time. His stomach hurt, tense and feeling like he had swallowed something that was knotting him up inside. The feeling of nausea and discomfort was great, though there was not much physical discomfort anymore.
Kaito sat through breakfast, and tried to avoid going to lunch, unable to eat at either meal. But the younger female Vocaloids had come to pester him until he went to the table anyways. When he had heard the knock at his door his blood had turned to ice. It took everything he had to open the door and look outside, his heart going a million miles a minute. Only cheerful faces had looked back up at him when he did so, but it took a long time to let his heart rate decrease again after that.
Kaito fingered the fabric of his new scarf that Master had bought for him, mind wandering to nowhere in particular. Touching the scarf gave Kaito a small sense of continued comfort, as if its presence signified that Master was not far away, was still protecting him. Kaito sighed and dropped his hands. It was almost time for dinner, and after that, then was the party.
Kaito's eyes dropped down to look at nothing in particular as he waited in dread, as if like a man waiting for his execution. His face was glum. He wished he had never gotten up out of Master's bed that morning. The thought made him pause, and he evaluated how he was ever going to manage to get through the night again, alone this time. A feeling of emptiness echoed woodenly in his chest.
Master's room was also Master's study. Master was probably in there right now, Kaito thought wistfully, wishing to be next to the man right now. Kaito wouldn't be a bother. He just wished he could sit on Master's bed and watch him work. Just be nearby to him. Feel his proximity. Watch his face and see him turn it to Kaito with a smile.
Kaito's insecurity since the incident in the toolshed had made him crave Master's attention and reassuring love even more than he ever had before. He felt ashamed that he felt so needy. And he was afraid. He needed Master more than ever right now. But if Master found out what had happened, he would think Kaito was no good anymore. His love for the blue-haired Vocaloid might evaporate like morning dew.
Kaito couldn't bear losing that tender expression when Master's eyes lit up when he looked at him. Kaito closed his eyes against the imagined disappointed, disgusted look that Master might give to him if... if he ever found out. Kaito hugged his arms around his chest, as if to comfort his aching heart.
The minute hand of the clock ticked slowly by.