I turn over in my bed and stare at the person lying beside me. If you had told me three years ago that I would be sharing a bed with Ken Hidaka, I would have crushed you with the nearest heavy object. And if you didn't die the first time, I would have dropped it until you were nothing but crushed bone and muscle.
But I guess I should have somewhat expected it though. I mean we were two former assassins. And of course our targets were each other. But now, we're the only two left after the Estet ordeal. We understood what the other needed and we started a rocky friendship.
Ken was still morning over Omi when we started our friendship. I held him while he cried. It was something I had seen in a movie once and it was all I could think of to do to comfort the former soccer player.
That position was new to me and I found myself in it often. That is, until I got tired of Ken crying over his dead lover. I slapped him and gave him a small speech on how Omi wouldn't want him to cry over his death. Ken stared at me for the longest time. I asked him what was wrong. And he laughed. He laughed at me! He told me that the speech I gave him was the longest time he heard me talk. I blinked at him when I realized that he was right.
And from that night on Ken never once again cried over Omi. I guess he needed someone to talk some sense into him or give him permission to stop morning. But I'll never understand why he needed that permission from me.
From that point on, things in our friendship smoothed out. We trusted each other more and started to share things that were more personal about ourselves. I never thought that I would open up so easily to someone I once hated.
It wasn't until after a year of friendship that we started to date. It took us a lot of blood, tears, and comprising to get to that point. It wasn't until after six months of dating that we brought an apartment together. We still live in the same apartment. Ken refuses to move anywhere else. He claims that this apartment holds special memories. I find that the same for me. And I of course, could not refuse his request.
The physical aspect of our relationship didn't begin until last night. Ken had broken down my last barrier and I consented to have sex. I was hesitant at first. But after Ken took control, everything fell into place.
I moved my hand and brushed Ken's bangs away from his face. I loved to watch him sleep. It was one of my favorite things to do, though I would never admit to Ken. I also have a pet name for him, but he hates pet names. So I reserve the name for my thoughts. Neko…that's what I would love to call him. But I know the name will never fall from my lips. But I have him, so it's ok. I'll be happy calling him neko in my thoughts. He's waking up now and I put a smile on my face that is reserved for him only.