[Sparkly]
What dreamlands vampires played in--a land of clouds and beautiful soft silk and sweet, sweet darkness. Hanabusa curled into the shadowy land of bliss and purred his pleasure. Never had there been anything as wonderful as--
"SUNLIGHT!!!!!!!!"
Yowling like a cat on fire, Hanabusa sat upright in bed so fast that his image blurred; his hands clawed frantically for the bedside curtains which secluded his little haven from the world--and most importantly, from the morning.
"Rise and shine, Aido-kun! It's a new, wonderful day!"
Fighting with the curtains--the damn things were stuck--Hanabusa glared through one half-open eye at the hazy figure of Takuma standing at the foot of his bed. The vice-dormitory leader's smile was almost as bright as the sunlight.
And twice as galling.
"Ichijo! It's only nine o'clock! Why in the name of blood-rights would make you think this is a good hour to wake me?" Hanabusa whined, tugging harder on the curtains. In his frustration, the fabric ripped, shredding between his fingers.
Hanabusa stared at the material, disgusted.
"Come on, Aido-kun! It's a wonderful day to be alive! And do you know why, hm? Because!" He waved something in front of Hanabusa's face, but the half-awake blue gaze refused to focus.
"What's that?" He mumbled.
"What's this? Oh, Aido-kun, you're so oblivious!" Takuma danced around in his spot, "This is the newest volume of the most epic manga series of all time--and I...got...it...early!!!!" The last syllables went up an octave too high for Hanabusa's patience. His eyebrow twitched.
"Ichijo, I swear--if you don't get out of this room...I'm going to kill you...in the most...slow...and painful way...that I can contrive."
"Oi, oi--no need to be so grumpy! Fine, fine--I'll go!" And just like that, the troublesome vice-leader was bounding out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. His voice, however, carried still as he chirped loud "good mornings" to the entire dormitory at large.
Hanabusa collapsed against his pillow, throwing one forearm over his eyes wearily.
From across this room, Akatsuki glanced at him. As his roommate, his poor cousin suffered his fate as well.
"I will bet my fire against your ice for who has to pull the drapes on the window."
"Hell no," Hanabusa hissed. Resolutely, he pulled the blankets over his head and did his best to shut his higher-level hearing off.
Takuma's greetings had moved on from "good morning" to "salutations".
Personally, Hanabusa had no problem with his vice-leader.
But did he have to be so damned sparkly in the morning?