Hello everyone! How're you all?

So, I just came with another one-shot because I was simply feeling bored. Besides, Sherin Beulah (One of my guest reviewers) said that she was missing some romantic KaiHils written by me. Yep dear, it's only dedicated to you. Like you, I was also missing writing anything lighthearted and good for my beloved OTP, filling them only with angst, hatred and revenge. But here it is, for quelling the tensions. It's been set in the cannon world. :)

So...let's enjoy!

"Tock Tock Tock Tock Tock…"

For the last five minutes, the dual-haired ex-blader had been trying to bury a nail in the white gypsum wall of his new house. Umm…actually, it wasn't fully his. It belonged to another person too who was standing right beside the tool under the feet of her husband. Her chocolate locks were tied into a messy bun. Both they were pretty sweaty; showing how much they'd worked hard during all the day to decorate their brand-new home. She was holding the nails to assist him. But unfortunately, Kai Hiwatari, one of the best bladers in the world, dropped the pin.

"Toong!"

Ashamed, the nail fell from his hand, maybe in the humiliation of the failure of the phoenix-prince. Sighing, he nervously looked at his wife, bearing the mallet in another palm. What was she thinking? Kai Hiwatari, the ice-captain of ex-Bladebreakers, the owner of Dranzer, etc etc…couldn't even attach a nail to the walls-though she wasn't expressing these things verbally, deep inside, these thoughts were hovering across her brain, weren't they?

Sneering, the brunette expanded her arm, containing the pins. Huffing, he took one from them so carefully that his fingers didn't even touch her palm properly. Placing its sharp portion against the barrier, he kept hitting it with the mallet. Hilary was eyeing him, filling both of her ruby orbs with admiration for her husband. He didn't dare look back at her again, fearing that he might fail this time too. All his concentration was on stabbing the barrier with the pin somehow, by hook or crook…ugh, was he being so serious over the matter? Yeah, he was.

Finally, the spike was ducked in the wall. Sighing in relief, he got down from the tool. She handed the portrait of the dazzling vermilion bird of the south to him from a table. He hung it from the pin and had a glance, taking a few steps back. Perfect.

"You've been so tired, Kai," Hilary spoke, "Go and take some rest, dinner will be ready within half an hour."

"No need," Kai shook his head, "You're tired too, I'm ordering."

"Fine, thanks." Sneering, the brunette went to her room.

Kai slouched on the sofa, huffing and taking out the phone. Before a week, they'd got married. No no, they weren't in love with each other. Of course, they were not unfamiliar but the relationship between them was only of friendship, not love. It was an arranged marriage. In the eyes of Hilary's father, Kai Hiwatari was a perfect match for his daughter. Tall, muscular, handsome. Having an excellent education status, he was worthy the CEO of Hiwatari Enterprises. Hilary had also agreed with her father despite having a bit strange feelings in her stomach. That's why, they were feeling bizarre in the presence of each other. Obvious, wasn't it?

Suddenly, without any reason, without any bad dream or external sound, the sleep of the brunette got broken. The soft greenish-blue dimlight of the newly decorated bedroom landed on her eyes; she squinted as a result. Beside her, the dual-haired ex-blader was sleeping; there was a bolster between them so that they couldn't touch each other. Hilary sighed, thinking whether he was scared of touches or not. Even their wedding night had also gone like the same. However, when the muffled groans escaped from the throat of her asleep husband out of the blue, she had to give up these thoughts.

"No…" He whimpered in his sleep, "It…hurts…"

Hilary frowned, noticing the facial expressions of the phoenix-prince. There was tension, there was fear, there was the sign of getting tormented. She bit her lips. His harsh and torturous past wasn't unknown to the brunette at all. Though he'd recovered and become a much normal, better person, still, those painful memories which he badly wanted to wipe away from his brain used to haunt him at nights. She thought to call him once but realized that it would only disturb his sleep.

Sighing, she gently placed his head on her lap and brushed her soft fingers through his slate bangs. Her hands massaged his scalp as she was stroking his forehead. In her subconscious mind, she was humming lullabies too. That worked like a magic. Within no moment, his scrunched eyebrows became normal, he stopped twisting his lips and sweating in the airconditioned chamber. She smirked, gazing at his tranquil face which was in much comfort. The same touches of which he was afraid were now lulling him. Again, reposing him carefully on the pillow, not breaking his sleep, she also lay down beside him, maintaining a bolster-distance between them.

Eventually, the sun rose in the east, so did Kai Hiwatari. Getting fresh and having his regular morning exercise, when he returned to his room, he found his wife still sleeping. Not bothering her, he got ready in his usual cloths, brushed his hair, sprayed a little perfume which could maintain his soberness, separating him and his image from the rest of the world. No, Hilary Tachibana Hiwatari didn't open her eyes still. Kai had no problem with her sleeping but someone should close the door when he was leaving; he didn't want to leave his house in this way.

He approached the bed, one of his hands was about to be stretched to touch the shoulder of his wife but just an inch away from her, it stopped. He gulped, not realizing whether it would be fine or not. It was not like that they had never come to any physical contact before it but they all were either for saving her or in excitement to know more. Never did he realize that the "Touch" thing would be so embarrassing for a mighty, tough guy like him. That was also with his own life-partner? Kai Hiwatari, what have got into you? He muttered, gritting his teeth.

"Hil…" He carefully called her, "Hilary?"

Maybe it was one of the rarest times when he uttered her name. Nonetheless, the chocolate-haired woman turned aside, clutching the bolster. Finding a way which seemed less embarrassing to him apparently, he gently shook the bolster. It went successful as she frowned. Rubbing her eyes and letting them adjust to the daylight pouring in her room through the cyan sliders, she woke up and stared at her husband with her bleary ruby orbs, very confused as if she'd landed on the earth just then.

"I'm leaving for the office," Kai justified the reason to wake her up, "Close the door and sleep."

"What?" Hilary almost jumped out from her bed, "You're going to office and didn't tell me once? Wait here a bit, I'm going to make some tea for you."

The phoenix-prince was about to stop her but before it, like a storm, she left for the kitchen. She bit her tongue, slapping her own forehead. She was always a morning bird, getting up between 6 and 6.30, but last night, while pacifying her husband so that he could have a peaceful sleep, she herself had been late to have a siesta. Still, she was feeling very drowsy, almost snoozing in the kitchen. The water was boiling in the kettle kept on the stove. She was about to leave some tea leaves in it but before it-

"Clung!"

Before the brunette could know, the glass pot of the tea leaves committed suicide, jumping from her hand and getting smashed into one hundred pieces. That, of course, snatched all the sleep from the heavy eyelids of the brunette as her husband also rushed in the kitchen, hearing the unavoidable sound and discovered the glass shards scattered on the floor along with the powdered tea. Facing him, she sheepishly lowered her head, "I'm sorry, I just-"

"No problem," Kai assured her, "I'll take my tea outside today."

Yet, smearing her face with guilt, she followed him to the doorway. As the dual-haired guy went outside, she spoke, "Take care and stay safe."

"You too." Nodding with a small smile, the guy left for his office.

That evening, the brunette was silently combing her hair, standing in front of the parabolic mirror of her wooden dressing table. Leaning his head against the metal rocking chair, the phoenix-prince was reading a newspaper. Sometimes, raising his eyes, he was carefully peeping at his wife. She was unusually silent today. After he had returned home, she didn't even talk to him properly. On other days, she would really shake his tympanic membranes with her non-stop chattering. Kai frowned. What was wrong with her? He knew that girls get mood swings often. Was Hilary showing only a sign of that?

"Today, your ex-girlfriend called me." However, Hilary herself clarified the reason.

Kai froze, not able to put his eyes on the newspaper again. Utilizing his silence, Hilary continued, "She's said a lot of things about you."

"Don't need to pay any heed to them," Kai remarked, "Let bygones be bygones."

"Hm." Nodding, she kept the wooden-comb in the brush-holder. Tying her hair into a bun, she left the room, not stretching the talks or demanding to know whether the things she'd heard about him were true or not. Kai gawked at her departure, not able to concentrate on reading the newspaper anymore. Of course, the slate-haired guy had told her everything right on their wedding night, so had she. There was not any secret between them. Then why was she feeling so bad?

He felt guilty too for sounding so formal to her for a second. Keeping the newspaper on the table, he came out of their bedroom. However, his amethyst eyes became as large as a pair of coins because he wasn't ready to see the next thing.

Hilary Tachibana Hiwatari, his wife whom he had married only before eight days, was standing on a three-legged, round wooden tool. Her hands were busy in tying a green nylon cord with the hook of the ceiling. Kai's soul shuddered at the scene. He didn't make late. Swiftly approaching her, he seized her waist and got her down from the tool on the floor, following a freezing shrill. Wincing, Hilary glanced back. The person whose hands felt nervous to touch her once…what happened to him all of a sudden?

"What happened to you?" He squeezed her shoulders and gnashed his jaw, "What the hell were you doing?"

Hilary was stupefied, noticing the tremble in his amethyst eyes. His body was convulsing a bit; she could feel it. Was he…. fearing to lose her?

"Hey…." She whispered, holding his arms, "I was just trying to hang the new lamps."

Someone poured cold water in Kai's burning anxieties. He sighed in relief, half-lidding his eyes and leaving his wife. He wiped his sweaty forehead with a palm, turning back. Then, without giving any warning, he wrapped his muscular arms around the slender body of the brunette, surprising her once again.

"Kai…." Somehow, she bound his torso in her arms, her head kept lying on his chest and ears offering themselves to his pounding heart forever. His body wasn't convulsing, nor was he so fierce like before-yet, she could feel that he was crying; tears were trickling down on his cheeks. Her eyes also were also welling but she let her waterworks be for that day.

After all, she received his touches. She wanted to live this auspicious moment, not to waste it by shedding tears.

And done! So people, how was it? A bit dramatic...maybe? :P

Do read and review. Pardon the grammatical and spelling errors. Take care and stay safe :D

Dear Sherin Beulah, I hope you've liked it. I'll write another medieval-age romantic one-shot for KaiHil soon, this time, Hilary-centered :)

-Misty ^_^ ^_^