Title: Night Duty (part of
the Memories Series)
Part: 1/1
Author: Trixie
Email: goldynangyl@yahoo.com
Archive: Sure, but please
tell me first! ^_^ I'd like to know where my ficcies are going. ^_~
Rating: PG-13 ('cause I
mentioned the word 'sex')
Pairings: Jyoushiro
Warnings: Erm... no...
unless you can't read fluff... ^^;; Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any of
its characters. I am making no money
off of this at all, it is only for pleasure purposes.
^_^
Author's Notes:
_Blah_ emphasized words
"Blah" dialogue
BLAH really loud words
//blah// time reference
~~ scene change
*blah* Kasumi's age
Oh, and btw:
Daddy = Koushiro
Papa = Jyou
A sharp wail cut through the blissful silence of night's
slumber, echoing throughout the darkened hallways as yet another volley of
shrieks started with terrifying fervor.
Pale moonlight, cold in its ethereal beams, fluttered through the open
curtains, highlighting the deep shadows that crept about like specters of the
past.
Another raw scream, unrelenting in its urgency, ripped
through the still air, shattering any chance of sublime sleep...
One soft eyelid cracked open.
Another eyelid followed.
Two onyx orbs blinked rapidly as they stared blearily at
the bright red numbers on the clock on the nightstand.
4:10
A disgruntled groan escaped from shell lips as a hand
came to rub weary eyes.
He didn't know if he could take anymore of this...
"Jyou..." a slightly rough voice called out
softly as a hand prodded at what seemed to be a shoulder.
A small grunt was the reply.
"Jyou!"
Another grunt.
"Jyou!" the voice said more insistently, adding
a hard jab to whatever the hand came into contact with.
"Mmm..what?" came a muffled voice laced with
sleep.
"It's time."
"Too early, Kou... still tired fr'm the last
round..." Jyou mumbled as he turned onto his side, promptly falling back
to sleep.
"Not that, Jyou! I swear..." Koushiro whispered
loudly as a scarlet blush coloring his pale cheeks. Of course no one saw - it was 4:10 in the morning.
"Jyou!" Another poke.
"Wha? I sa'd I was t'red..." Jyou muttered as
he lazily slapped away the hand that was poking him.
"I do _NOT_ want to have sex right now Jyou! Can't
your befuddled mind hear the cries??" Koushiro yelled, exasperated and
extremely jaded.
"Wha... no sex...?" Jyou asked
intelligently. His mind seemed unable
to register anything beyond sex.
Koushiro would have hit Jyou if he weren't so tired.
"ARGH! It's
your turn to change the baby's diaper!" Koushiro cried. Sometimes he wondered what really went
through his husband's mind.
"Oh.... OH!" Jyou said as he quickly sat up and
stumbled out of bed, blindly groping around for his robe.
"Finally..." Koushiro muttered as he closed his
eyes, "it's on the chair by the desk. And don't forget to put baby powder
on her posterior, we don't want her to get diaper rash."
"Ah..." Jyou replied as he grabbed his robe and
pulled it on.
"Top shelf, left hand corner. Can't miss it," Kou mumbled as he
drifted back to whatever semblance of sleep he had been able to sink into.
"'K," Jyou said drowsily as he made his way to
the nursery across the hall.
~~
//Few minutes later//
Jyou fell unceremoniously onto the bed, thoroughly
startling Koushiro out of the light slumber he had been able to manage.
"Thanks for the warning..." Koushiro muttered
as he pulled the sheets around him.
"Shuddap... tell me again why you don't change her
diapers at night," Jyou returned as he buried his face into his pillow.
"She's your daughter during the hours of 11 p.m. to
7:00 a.m. I cover most of the daylight hours, so don't complain," Koushiro
explained.
"Who knew taking care of a baby was so
difficult..." Jyou complained good-naturedly as he ran a hand through his
cerulean locks.
"You're the one who said, and I quote, "She's
too adorable, Kou! We have to get her - see, she's just like an
angel."" Koushiro retorted, but couldn't keep the mirth hidden from
his tone.
"You're the one who agreed," Jyou pointed out,
reaching out to bring his love against him.
"Mmm... yeah... but you know what?" Koushiro
said softly as he snuggled in Jyou's embrace.
"What?" Jyou asked as he kissed the mop of red
hair that he loved.
"I don't regret agreeing with you one bit."
"Neither do I, love, neither do I."
And across the hall, a little giggle and coo could be
heard.
Thank you for reading!
Luv,
Trixie