Title: The Morning After
Author: Ya-kun
Pairing: Kanata Saionji and Miyu Kouzuki
Fandom: Daa! Daa! Daa!
Theme: #5: "ano sa" ("hey, you know...")
Rating: PG-13 rated for slight innuendo.
Disclaimer: Daa! Daa! Daa, and all entities related to it, is property of Mika Kawamura.
Note: In this particular story, Miyu's eighteen and Kanata's nineteen. This is because Kanata was born in December—three months before Miyu, whose birthday is in March. Story basically takes place in late February or early March.

Innumerable strands of long blonde hair draped along the soft cotton pillow as their owner shifted slightly in her slumber. The curtains adorning the windows were all drawn apart, thus revealing the picturesque scene of Heiomachi at dawn. Gentle rays of the barely dawning sun crept inside the bedroom, illuminating its fixtures and exterior, and the woman sleeping peacefully—sheets tangled around her shapely figure and all—on a large futon at the center of the room.

The woman stirred as the sunlight caressed her face, her shaped eyebrows furrowing as her face took on a mildly annoyed expression at being awakened. She whispered something, subconsciously perhaps, as smooth-skinned arms clumsily tried to grasp an invisible object beside her. As she shifted in her sleep yet again, the woman's bare figure—bed sheets still tangled up around her--was now facing the ceiling, arms awkwardly extending towards the top. Her mildly annoyed expression turned to an expression completely opposite of it as she whispered a name for a second time that day.

"Kanata."

Silence.

Her arms retracted slowly—almost uncertainly—to pat around her. Sensing nothing but the futon and the bed sheets, the woman quickly bolted up, wide-awake. The downy sheets previously shielding her body from sight gathered at her waist, exposing her upper body that was sporting a healthy flush. Her lips parted steadily and repeated the name. Once. Twice.

She paused to take a deep breath.

"… Kanata?"

Emerald eyes urgently surveyed the bedroom, her anxiety increasing by the minute. And then her eyes landed on the clothes she had worn the night before. And then she spotted his clothes he had worn the night before. Before… before… The blushing woman glanced down and reddened even more. She stood up—the sheets completely detaching themselves from her body--eyes helplessly shifting from left to right.

Where was Kanata? Did he leave…? She hoped not.

"Kanata!"

She wet her lips with her tongue shakily.

"Kanata!"

She said his name louder this time, taking a few steps forward towards the shoji screen door.

"Kanata!"

The woman repeated his name again and again, louder and louder, until she was an arm's length distance from the door. She took a deep breath, lips parting more shakily than before.

Then the door slid open, revealing a slightly distressed-looking nineteen year-old standing in the hallway. His bare chest moved along with his ragged breathing, as he was only wearing jogging pants. His chocolate amber eyes—which were the same color of his hair—focused on the anxious-looking female.

"Miyu! What's--"

Miyu cried out Kanata's name in delight as she jumped towards him and locked her arms around his neck. Taken aback by the sudden movement, Kanata took two steps backwards to accommodate the newly added weight. Kanata was taller than Miyu by a fair deal, thus resulting in Miyu dangling daintily from his neck. Automatically, his arms wound around her waist to support her, his palms resting just above her derriere.

Just noticing the fact that Miyu was completely naked, Kanata felt the sudden urge to clear his throat. But before he even had the chance to do just that and point out her state of undress, of course, Miyu tightened her hold on him and positioned her mouth near his her. Kanata cursed mentally, feeling a very familiar twitch as Miyu's breath tickled his oh-so-sensitive ears.

"I thought you left me!" she exclaimed. The anguish in her statement was buried under her overwhelming elation. She knew Kanata wouldn't do something like that to her! He loved her to the ends of the earth!

He huffed incredulously. "…You thought I what? You idiot!"

…That's what she liked to believe, anyway. Miyu opened her mouth to reply, only to be stopped by Kanata continuing his sermon.

"What made you even entertain the idea that I left you?" Miyu hanging onto him completely exposing all of her womanly attributes was partially erased from his mind. He mentally noted to thank the gods above later on.

She paused, blushing before voicing out her inhibitions timidly. "I thought that you weren't satisfied with… what we did last night…"

Damn it, he could even feel his face heating up! Kanata stammered unintelligently, her admission taking him by surprise. Although, after he got over the initial surprise, he then spent a reasonable amount of time erasing the memories of last night and the feelings that they evoked in him now. He had to think of something sensible to say and he had to think of it now!

"I am satisfied!" Damn it! How sensible was that?

He made an aggravated sound before continuing. "What happened last night was incredible!"

Great. Just great. Not only did he just make a fool of himself, he now had to erase the memories about last night again. Kanata slowly loosened his hold on Miyu—which tightened sometime in their heated conversation—and set her on her feet in front of him. Kanata placed his hands on her shoulders, and bent down slightly as locked eyes with her.

"Look Miyu, why don't you get dressed and we'll talk about this while we have breakfast? Alright?"

Miyu's eyes widened before she looked down. If it was even possible, her face got even redder. She brought up her hands to cradle her ever-reddening face before facing Kanata once more. She smiled shyly before nodding.

'Cu-cute…' He fought the urge to gather her up in his arms and embrace the living daylights out of her. Instead, he nodded in kind and motioned for Miyu to go inside. As soon as she entered their room, Kanata slid close the door, turned around and leant against it. He let out a relieved sigh as he ran a hand through his hair unconsciously. She was going to be the death of him.

Making his way to the kitchen, Kanata mentally thanked no one in particular that he still hadn't started cooking when Miyu was calling for him. That would've been a disaster. Sliding the door open, he entered the room and then proceeded to the section of the room where the kitchen was. Picking up the mixing bowl where the pancake batter—that he prepared earlier—was, he grabbed a wooden ladle from one of the drawers and started stirring it.

A few minutes after, once Kanata was fairly sure that the batter was ready to be cooked, he brought out a frying pan and set it down on the stove. He yawned as he set down the mixing bowl on the kitchen counter before starting the fire. Heading to the refrigerator to get some butter, he hadn't realized that he wasn't alone anymore. A stick of butter in hand, his body straightened before turning around to head for the stove, only to come face to face with one of the most enticing images he's had since this morning.

Miyu wearing his beige long-sleeved dress shirt… and nothing else.

He could almost feel the butter melting in his hands. "Miyu…"

Said girl brought her hands—which were covered by the shirt's sleeves because it was obviously too big for her—to her blushing face before speaking. "Uhm… I was too lazy to find anything else."

Kanata nodded, barely catching the words that tumbled out of her mouth. He then walked towards Miyu slowly until he was an arm's length distance from her. Using his free hand, he caressed her cheek. "Want to cook with me?"

How Kanata managed to make that seemingly innocent question not so innocent, Miyu would never know. She let her arms fall to her sides. And then, she smiled. Kanata smiled back on impulse. Her smile was infectious. Miyu spread her arms out, a signal Kanata was very familiar with. He placed the stick of butter beside the mixing bowl before placing his hands on Miyu's waist—which then prompted Miyu to lock her arms around Kanata's head--and lifting her to be seated on the kitchen counter. Kanata then wound his arms around Miyu's waist, his palms resting just above her derriere just like before.

They stayed like that for a few minutes more.

Half an hour later, the last amount of the pancake batter was poured on the butter coated frying pan. Kanata placed the mixing bowl and ladle in the sink, and then stored the remaining amount of butter inside the refrigerator. As he was throwing out some of the garbage in the trash can, Kanata caught sight of a certain blonde-haired girl—legs swinging to and fro—munching on one of the pancakes. It wasn't long before Miyu met his gaze. She smiled a sheepish smile before continuing munching on their breakfast. Kanata walked over to her and stood in front of her, looking quite pleased.

"Hey, you know…" she paused as she swallowed the last bite of her second pancake. "You're really good at cooking."

Kanata smirked, his eyes lighting up as he placed his hands at either side of Miyu and leaned in. She automatically parted her legs so he could stand in between them. Leaning in once again until their noses were touching, he grinned.

"I know… but I can show you another thing I'm really good at."

Miyu tangled her hands in his silky-smooth hair as she mimicked his grin. "Oh really?"

"Mm hm."

Still smiling, Kanata interrupted her train of thought by pressing his warm lips against her own. One of his hands found their way into his love's long blonde tresses, thus deepening their intimate contact. Her lips parted instinctively, allowing his tongue to slide inside of her mouth. Miyu laid her hands on Kanata's bare chest while he left her mouth in favor of bestowing butterfly kisses on her throat and collarbone. Miyu let out a deep, disappointed breath, once Kanata's warm appendages left her rapidly heating skin. They both breathed out raggedly as Kanata flipped the last pancake. After that, he wasted no time, pressing another urgent kiss to her lips.

Kanata has always been, and will always be, a great cook. Granted, he was a great kisser as well… but that's besides the point.

Note: Oh yes. Let the delicious, sugary goodness eat you alive. I'm not talking about the pancakes either. And thank you very much for the reviews. I just hope this satisfied your KanaMiyu craze to some extent (It's long, ne?). And we all know, Kanata wearing glasses and looking sexy is one of our deepest, darkest fantasies.

I bet some of you are wondering where their parents are, right (Ruu and Wannya are back in Otto, by the way)? I'm basing this on the manga where the Kouzuki's moved in next to the Saionji's. Let's just say that their parents are out on a little trip. This basically takes place just before they'd graduate from senior high school. Since we all know that Kanata becomes the resident monk and Miyu his wife in the future, I presume that they didn't go to university… I'm still working out the kinks in my theory, but anyway. Feedback is surely appreciated.

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