The only thing I can do is to stare right back. His nose is so close to mine, that they almost touch - even if there is still the cloth, which always covers his face between us - it feels way too intimate.
Even if I want to jump right out of his bed and run out from the room - not ever daring a glance back, our bodies, the sheets and the blanket are so entangled, that it would take a bit to get out.
How long was he awake? Not even sure if I really want to know the answer for my own question.
Never, ever, being a morning person it is just too early for me to think properly. So instead of saying something - anything, my mouth just falls open in the search for the very first words.
Is he mad? His unreadable look wanders down our bodies, estimating the situation and coming back up to my steaming red face. I can actually feel his whole hard and warm body pressed into mine! - No, not particularly that part!
Deciding that this is really getting out of control - he cautiously pulls his hand out of my hair, knowing he will need it to free his legs out of the blanket.
Every motion of his, seems like slowed down for a few time frames, until his gorgeous body stands upright next to the bed in full length - stretching the stiffen musculature. I still lie like a frozen ice block in his sheets, totally unsure if I will have to justify myself. Ultimately, I didn't deliberately calculate to retransform myself back of all things in his bed! Actually we all should be glad that I finally have my own body back.
In the meantime he brews two cups of tea in the kitchen, so I decide to sit up and search for my glasses. As I still have Narutos clothes on - they have to be around here somewhere as well. I find them under the pillow - don't ask me how they did end up there, just being glad they didn't break in the first place.
It doesn't take long for him to return and giving me one of them over. But before letting go of the mug, he artistically puts his smiling face up and asks as the very first thing - "Sooo Neko-chan! How does it come that you can turn yourself back again?" Somehow the smile is scary.
Gulping the hot brew my dry throat down I instantly wish to be a cat again - as there is no way to answer such troublesome question. The tea tastes nice, camomile - one of my favourites. Being treated so nice although he is obviously not pleased is kinda unsettling. What shall i say? Should I excuse myself - alone this thought is repulsing to me. It's not like I'm the most disgusting person to wake up with and it's not like he has a girlfriend of sorts! The more I think about it the madder I get. It feels like a black aura is getting emmited from my shoulder blades as I stare back up from my teacup to face him. "Guess we will have to find out, don't we?" My voice is colder than I had intended and it was clearly not the reaction he has expected as his smile falls apart.
Without any more words I stand up from his bad and leave his appartement. A bad feeling curving around my stomach. I was rude, way to rude! Why the hell am I allways in such a bad mood in the mornings? What the hell is just wrong with me?