Waking up after isn't an easy thing to do. I wake up to find myself naked again, trying to sit up with achy hips and back, and even more bruises. I yawn and scratch my head while I squint my sleepy eyes, looking around the room, Asami's it is. It's dark, but the light from the city outside of the glass wall can make out most of the things in front of me. Catching my eyes and standing by the glass wall is Asami himself.
He has an expression that I usually see when I make him mad, extremely mad usually. But right now, it seems different because I know I am not the cause of his worries. I probably am not worthy enough for him to worry about anyway, but receiving his care so far, I was wrong to judge. He has done so much, to the point that he hurt himself from protecting this troublesome mind and body of mine. So this isn't a physical relationship between us. After all, my feelings and his, maybe, are involved but are not confirmed, yet.
From what I see, he is only wearing his long comfy pants, leaving all his upper muscles exposed to the night. One of his arms rests in his pants' pocket, and the other holds up to his composed face. In his hand is a cup of champagne. It probably hasn't touch his lips since he's so deep in thought. His hair is down, partly covers his eyes now are brightly shining before the street lights from the city. All I care about now is how sexy he is. Where is my camera when I need it, damn it!
I get off bed and put on my underwear, which is on the floor by my feet. How come my clothes are always around when I need them but my cameras don't. Tsk. Whatever. I stand up, wobbling around to finally walk up next to him.
"Something's on your mind?" I ask him but he doesn't answer. He only glances at me a little and then goes back to looking at the sparkly city of Tokyo. Now I know why he is so captivated. The city is just something that's really... I can't really find the right word to describe it. I guess beautiful is the right word. But it's even more beautiful with him right here next to me. For the next few minutes, that seems like hours, I stand closely next to him and stare at this "beautiful" scenario. Something "romantic" you could say. But not as romantic until he pulls me close to his body and then takes a sip of his wine. My heart skips a beat as I feel the familiarity of his warm body. He wraps his other arm around me and finally rests it on my hip.
For most of my life being a photographer, dangerously wandering around in the underground world, I have never known the definition of the world "safety". But now I feel safer than ever at this moment inside Ryuichi Asami's arms.
The end.
That's it guys. This is the end. Sorry that you have to wait so long to read this lame last chapter. Thank you for reading and thank you for your support. :)