Fluff and yearning. You have been warned.

A Day in the Life

"Oh…" a passion-drenched voice, one that was very familiar to him, moaned in a very welcome - if slightly unfamiliar - octave.

"Oh Tyr," the voice continued. Tyr smiled at his woman like the predator he was, capturing her lips once again. They were on the gym floor where they'd been sparring a minute ago. She'd been squirming on the floor under him and he couldn't control himself anymore. He dipped down and covered her thick lips with his own and it was Heaven. Now he was kissing Agatha with abandon as she squirmed for a different reason, moaning his name whenever they came up for air. His hands were also busy, tracing her sides and making her hot. Her pert breasts were pressed almost flat against his hard chest and they were driving him crazy. He reached down to take the soft globes in his hands and his alarm went off.

The teenager groaned as he came awake, feeling an almost painful tightness in his groin. It was going to be another long day. Pulling himself out of bed and dragging himself to the gym, he allowed himself one more pleasurable moment to indulge in the dream he'd been having. How long was he going to have to wait to make the Japanese Princess his?

"At least three more years," he groaned to himself, loading the barbell. She would have to be a legal adult to move to America to be with him. Three more long, lonely years to wait until he could claim her for his own. First, he'd have to convince the father that they belonged together. He'd have to scare her 'brother' away: all the hints that Hiko constantly dropped that his heir, Kenshin, was going to marry the little heiress made him crazy! Hiko may be the leader of the Japanese Council, but his own father was the leader of the American Dragon's Council. That put the two heirs on equal footing as far as Tyr was concerned. Then there was that *zing* that he could still remember to this day. That electrified punch straight to his gut when he'd looked into her beautiful brown eyes for the very first time. She belonged to him! Why was she letting this farce that she was going to marry Himura continue? As far as he knew, nothing had come of the fiction yet, and it had been going on for years. Perhaps this was the correct time to let her know exactly who she belonged to. He could live off of a long-distance relationship with her for the next three years if she actually knew she was his. Or would the knowledge just make things worse for the two?

His musings had carried him through his morning workout. Tyr always worked out first thing in the morning. It built his muscles and served as good mental discipline. By now he was wide awake, the details of the sweet dream burned off in a whirlwind of sweat and heated breaths. His muscles gleamed with physical perfection; he was the very picture of barely leashed masculinity. And yet…

"You'd better get moving, Tyr, your breakfast will be ready soon."

"Okay Mom," he called, jogging to the shower. He had to wonder if his princess started her mornings with a workout as he'd taught her. Or had she stopped the formality? Somehow he doubted it; his woman was nothing if not consistent. What was she doing right now? It was an eleven hour difference he had to contend with. So it was about 5:30 at night then. She was likely doing homework or doing her evening workout. Maybe he should find out her cell phone number so that they could send each other texts and pictures.

The spray of the cold shower was a shock to his system. His body was so used to this daily routine that it was carrying him through his morning rituals. And it was a good thing; his mind was a million miles away at this point in time. Or at least 6800 miles away. God, how he missed his woman. Soaping up quickly, the man cleaned himself, taking a few precious minutes to relieve himself under the hot spray. Feeling more focused afterwards, he threw on his clothes for the day and gathered his school things together.

"Good morning, son," both parents said in unison as he sat down to eat. They laughed at their usual miss-step; the two were deeply in love and prone to finishing each other's sentences. Tyr ignored their antics in favor of loading up his plate with bacon and eggs and waffles. He ate with relish to the housekeeper's delight.

"Good morning, minna," Tyr said in Japanese after he finished eating. As usual, there were still a couple of minutes left until he had to catch the bus to school. His parents, used to his lapses into Japanese, sighed and returned the greeting.

"I'm glad that your Spanish and German are as good as your Japanese, son," Barbarossa said only half-jokingly. "The Japanese aren't our only clients, you know."

"I know, Dad. But my-"

"She's not yours yet," the man said in a stern voice. "I know that you like Agatha, but lately you seem to be forgetting that you have a life here in this country. She hasn't been back to America since she was seven years old. She may not want to come back here after all that time."

"No, she wants to come back. She just wants to come back as an adult so that her family can't lay claim to her and her money."

"How do you know that, dear?" Victoria asked, sipping her tea.

"We're still penpals, Mom. She tells me things in her letters she wouldn't necessarily mention aloud." A quick look at the clock told him it was time to go. Excusing himself from the table, he ran back to his room and gathered his things. It was time for another school day.

"Have a good day at school, Baby Boy," his mother called as he exited the luxurious apartment they lived in. He cringed but didn't bother arguing with her. After all these years, her argument of 'you'll always be my baby boy' had been ingrained into his mind. She was at least respectful enough not to call him that in front of his friends or co-workers, so he'd stopped protesting. The teenager left quickly so he wouldn't miss the bus. It had taken a great deal of arguing with Barbarossa and Victoria to win him that boon, but he'd eventually had his way, citing that Agatha took the bus, and the dangers to her were twofold being both a female and an heiress.

Once in the school building, he was assaulted by clouds of cloying perfume and aftershave and toothpaste and mouthwash and everything else that the human population used to cover their natural scents. Sometimes he had to wonder why he bothered with a place so densely populated by people that insisted on not smelling like people, but then that was the price you paid for being a dragon in a human world. At least the strong scents will have died down by the afternoon and the scents of actual teenagers would once again permeate the building. First period showed him his best friend, a poison-type dragon named Mitch. The overly confident male was flirting with two human females at once, seeming to be toying with both as they hung on his every word. Part of the man envied his friend. If not for that gut punch so long ago, Tyr might have turned out to be a playa like his friend. As it was, many of the female population of the school believed that he was secretly gay because he was so monkesque when it came to them. He wasn't, of course. But actions spoke louder than words and his actions said that he had no interest in females.

"Hey T. There's still a line of admirers for you to exploit if you so desire," Mitch grinned, turning away from his devoted groupies without so much as a by-your-leave.

"Whatever," the one being addressed scoffed. "The only one I want isn't here to admire me," he lamented, pulling out his textbooks.

"That must be hard on you," Bridget said sympathetically, upset at being dismissed so easily from Mitch's attention and determined to battle her way back into the conversation.

"You have no idea," Tyr sighed. "She doesn't even seem to realize that I have a thing for her. Talk about clueless."

"Well that's just terrible," Antoinette threw in, interested down to her toes as to just who this mystery girl might be. So the rumors that he was gay was just a rumor after all… Interesting. "If you gave us her name, perhaps my friend and I here can help you win her over. Sometimes it just takes a woman's touch to make her see things in the right light."

Realizing his mistake in feeding the rumor mill at the school, he shook his head and took his place at his desk.

"Alright, class is about to start. Bridget, Antoinette, take your seats. Now for roll call…" Tyr sighed as he watched the girls start whispering frantically to the ones next to them, calling out when his name was called by the teacher. He knew that by the second period the news of his 'mystery love' would be all over the school and the offers of comfort and replacement would start up. The only reason the girls had left him alone all this time was that they thought he lusted for boys. Now that they knew differently…

"Hey man, don't worry about it," Mitch laughed as he dug into his burger at lunch. "I'm sure little Aggie will appreciate your gathering experience so that you're both not completely green when it comes time to do the nasty."

"I'm not interested in a bunch of meaningless hookups, Mitch. I want her or nothing."

"Damn, T. Has she got your nose open or what?" the dragon laughed again.

"You don't understand. You've never zinged with a- one of our kind before," the seventeen-year-old said with a petulant sigh, turning his attention to his own lunch. "It's like magic. And suddenly you won't settle for anything less."

"You're damn right I haven't zinged. I don't plan to either, not after seeing what it's done to you. This Aggie chick's keester must be dipped in gold for you to pass up the fine bitches here. She's damaged goods, T. Growing up in Japan of all places will have messed with her mind. Then again," he said thoughtfully," all that Japanese subservience might translate into the bedroom…"

"That's enough," Tyr growled. "I won't have you talking about her like that. She's not damaged and she's not some porcelain doll waiting for me to claim her and bring her back to life. She's my strong, independent woman and she will be mine someday."

"But you'll have to wait three years until she's legal, right? You'll be twenty one before you can get some!"

"She's worth the wait," Tyr assured his friend, then turned to the table next to them to see a group of sophomores listening in with hearts practically floating in their eyes. "What do you want?" he growled at them, discouraged when they scampered away from their table, giggling.

Fuck! What a sap he'd become! And all over some princess on the other side of the world! He needed to pull himself together or he would never last until she was an adult. Luckily, his next period presented a challenge to him in the form of a project. And the teacher had assigned partners this time. Looking over at the extremely shy but competent Rashida, he was pleased with the teacher's selection. At least they would get some work done, even if he would have to put up with some sighing and mooning on her part. Like most of the female population of the school, she had a serious crush on the Alpha dragon of the school.

Moving towards her to get started on this project, he realized that he needed to lock the rampant thoughts of his lady love down if he planned on getting through this day, much less the next three years. Using the mental discipline he was famous for on the football field and debate club, the man did just that. For the rest of the school day, he didn't allow any thoughts of his brown-eyed girl to taunt him.

After school, instead of heading home, Tyr took the bus to his father's office, where the CEO was waiting to quiz him on his school day and the family business. This was a rare day when none of his school obligations affected his family's business. Later on that afternoon, he took the subway home to see his mother.

"You got a letter in the mail," the perky woman said in amusement. He recognized the handwriting and immediately - but carefully - tore the envelope open, searching for her plain but neat script.

Dear Tyr,

This year is passing along so slowly… I miss hanging out with you. But I'm sure those good times are coming to an end now that you're an adult. I'm sure that college and your career will be the priorities once you graduate. Poppi told me that this will likely be the last time you visit me during the summer. It makes me sad, like the end of an Era, but I'm happy that you are moving on with your life. I hope you don't mind if I keep writing to you, though. It helps my penmanship and, in a strange way, keeps me focused. You don't have to continue reading or writing back; sometimes it's just the act of sending the letter that's cathartic. Anyway, I won't take up any more of your time.

Sincerely,

Oh! there was one thing I wanted to tell you about before I signed out. Last week Kaoru, Misao and I got to try out our considerable skills against a group of rapists! We were at the Onsen and…

Tyr had to read the second paragraph a second time just to be sure that he'd read it right. She'd been attacked? She'd been threatened and there'd been nothing he could do about it! Anger, black and poisonous, welled up in him at a threat to his woman. If the perpetrators weren't in jail or the hospital, he'd be seriously tempted to book a flight overseas to beat the crap out of her assailants. It was getting to be too much for him to bear, being so far away from his woman. He'd applied to a college in Japan. Perhaps it was time to check on that application.

In the meantime, he pulled out his calligraphy set and a piece of the special parchment that he only used to talk to his lady, and composed a letter for her.

My Dear Ms. Davis,

Never think that I would stop wanting to be a part of your life, dear one. We practically grew up together, Agatha. I don't forget my friends. I may not be able to visit for as long as I used to, but you will always be an important part of my life. I want to be closer to you, little one. Surely you know that by now. And I like your letters. Don't think that I would suddenly stop writing to you just because I'm about to be an adult. I'm not that lame!

As to your unfortunate run in with those ruffians, I am saddened to know that there are some people out there that don't know how to treat a lady. I'm glad that you were there to dispense an education to them at the end of a bokken. Your training is invaluable; promise me that you won't give it up. I'm not saying that something like that wouldn't have happened if you lived here, but it would soothe my conscience to know that I could have helped if you were closer to me. I'm glad that you've developed the skills to protect yourself against people who would do you harm in the interim. Know that I care deeply for you and am looking forward to seeing you again.

I'm counting down the days till summer vacation,

Tyr

The boy read over all that he had written, wondering if he should have put it bluntly just how much he loved her, but no… Maybe the next time he wrote to her if she didn't seem to be getting the message. Satisfied that she could likely infer how he felt from his letter, he set the letter to the side so that the ink could dry properly, and started on his homework. Afterwards he sparred with his sensei in the gym for a few hours. He was determined to be the one to protect her when she needed him. The two spent hours sparring during his visits; he was fully confident in her skills. But that didn't stop him from wanting to protect her. He typed in her name and found the new report on her triumphant takedown of a group of rapists that had been terrorizing Maizuru for two months. Feeling equal parts pride and vexation, he went to bed that night determined to train harder to fight by her side.

So Tyr is still feeling the pull towards our protagonist. Good. See ya next week!:D