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today's episode.

TIME LIMIT (1)

"What if we apart someday?"
"I guess.... that'll be, different."

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Egg. Delicious. And troublesome. What's the problem? I glared at them. Four tiny supposed-to-be-chicken round shape dudes. I wanted them to be my breakfast. Our breakfast. But it looked like they decided to boil when supper comes.
BLOOP.
I blinked. There's single reaction upon the water. Finally. I got back my optimism. But sadly, it didn't continued. My knuckles begun to make noisy tapping again on the nearest cupboard.
I was going to plunged my spoon into the pot hoping it would help the process faster miraculously, when I felt a mild tremble right on my left hip. Picked it up quickly, the number displayed on my hand phone's screen didn't surprise me.
"Morning!" If there's something left to armed me when things are in the worst shape, then it must be my talent to kept genki. But then, yeah, how many women in earth who's able to still pretty at five in the morning? Or dawn, since it's late autumn now. Unfortunately, it seemed that five in the morning has been chosen. Chosen as favorite time to start business in the spy world. At least that was my CEO's choice.
"Clear voice. Good." A plain tone across the line booth. I remembered, he'd called me once when I wasn't pretty.
"Smooth as highway, Sir." I answered irritably. "Told you I'll be ready at seven. I'm already in ironed suits even now."
"I see. So, everything's alright?"
I threw a glance at the stove corner. My answer betrayed me a little, "I think so."
My boss gave his farewell words. "Just checking." Right. Must be in case if a kunoichi on duty was helpless against 4 stubborn eggs in the morning, wasn't it? Mission delayed. So would my account's filling. Then no egg.
The thought encouraged my impatience. Before I could think twice, my hand already moved to gave a slap on the side of metal part of the tool. The poor stove made an achingly sound.
I gasped. That was loud, wasn't it?
Exactly that. When I turned my head I found that I wasn't alone anymore in the room. Set his up halfway in the kitchen's entrance, a scramble haired man starred at me with a question look. Nothing I could do but starred at him back.
"It's the eggs." Trying my best to be in my innocent voice, my finger pointed forward accusingly.
My husband nodded. He walked approaching me. He didn't say anything nor doubted my alibi to accidentally woke him up. He just peered casually toward the eggs inside the pot. And much for my annoying, the water started to boiled. Hard.
We looked each other.
"You just come in time!" My lips defended in pout. Being caught in a silly moment by him, usually brought back my childish habit. Now I must be blushed too. Hated it.
His lips didn't smile, but those eyes did. Even though he must be felt so dead sleepy. The paperwork was just pushed him to kept awake until four thirty.
He rubbed his eyes. So my presumption was right. Soundlessly, he moved to the kitchen-table beside me then grabbed a chair before sat on it. Yawning. I felt a warmth spreading my heart. It never changed since there's still a shogun lead our country, the bakumatsu era. He's always cute when looked awful.
"Aoshi." I put my hand a top the twin-kodachi master's shoulder.
"Hm?"
"There's," I paused checking the item, "boiled egg. And this," my hand touched the edge of a rather bowl-shaped pan, " your favorite soup." I spoke with a bit proud of a common wife. Our life really needed some touch of commonness, you know. If a simple homemade chicken soup could do a favor, then I would manage that.
"I, you know, as the plan said.. got to go at five thirty. I can't have breakfast with you. Sorry...? just put them into microwave before eat, okay?" I quickly stored the chicken soup into a tupperware and was going to open our refrigerator, when my hand had been stopped by another's. Aoshi gave me his intently gaze.
"You shouldn't cook either."
My face reddened once more hearing the depth of his voice. I shook my head. I hesitated a little before turned to joined him sitting beside his chair. "Here." I reached a small spoon from the table center. "Tell me if something wrong before I leave."
He took the spoon I offered from my hand.
"Misao." My gaze followed his movement. He scooped his spoon so gently into the soup. I watched as he lifted the lukewarm liquid entered his mouth. My husband closed his eyes. Then opened them for me. "Back home. Please."
So automatically, I smiled. "The soup is fine?" Aoshi nodded. I pulled his left hand then kissed the backside for a couple minutes. Savoring his morning smell. The smell of my man. "I'm praying I will."

TBC
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AN: People learnt to be a grateful person, since they could catch information from their parents, teachers, neighbors, or any strangers who taught them those lessons. Maybe I'm not a good student, but a little try to practice won't hurt, I think. Here we go: Ehm*cough* . Thank, thank you 'miroslavishot11'-san! My very first reviewer! ^_^ Whoever you are, you did a big favor for an amateur writer who still even stammering on English!! Uum,yeah, thanks anyway. (btw, did I already make mistake on spelling your nickname?) *sigh*

Also a word to 'dynast'-san: Big thinking, pal. Actually, I didn't mean to have a chaptered story. It supposed to be ONE-SHOT (oh yeah). But then. I should practice to be a real writer isn't it? Arigatoo.

Answers to 'sonia'-san: No, dear, nothing's wrong with your questions. Well, see, Misao here is not simply a young woman we used to know. She grew up (a lot), still as an onmitsu or secret ninja agent, which brought her into spying-investigating-detecting- pretending-sniffing (well, sorta :P).... stuff like that. And when she met a young man named Ethan, who worked at the same place with her, she felt familiar with his problem. Ethan (24 years old) fallin'lov with Peony (15), but has no gut to continue cause their age-gap. Now I'm sure you know why she felt familiar ^_~ kay? Soooo, Misao help him. Why? Dunno. Maybe because she's senior with such things. Or maybe bcoz she wanna be a heroin to Peony (hueheheh.sorry.kidding). OK, last answer. First, Misao was talking to Ethan in a café. Then, she walked out and met Aoshi 'accidentally' in the street. Eeto.., I hope that's enough?

(Oh, my. My explanation is longer than the story itself..!!! And here I'm trying hard to not stepping into Mary Sue's trap. but slipped into another. They don't even understand my fic! *run away desperately then squat in the corner. sniffle* ..now I begin to doubt myself, what's people like Ethan & Peony doing here anyway? GO AWAY! jama,jama,jama,jama! LEAVE! Syuh,syuh.. -_-; Okay, that's the thing I shouldn't say. So much for being a mature)

Thanks anyway, Sonia

p.s: actually I need a help on story editing. See? Bad displayed. I can't make the paragraph, the space, etc just exactly what I wsant. Anyone?