Day two:

The spaces must be adjusted.

He thought his place was as small as a rat hole. But after getting rid of almost tons of stacked papers, he was surprised how these "junk" had 'crowded' him for years.

And then, the next project was the spaces. Furniture must be moved and his bed must be transferred to fill those that were occupied by the long-forgotten papers.

After dealing with every piece of his belongings and moving them to where they should be, he began to feel a new atmosphere around him. It seems like this place wasn't the one before.

Sitting on a chair in the middle of his "spacious" room, with the four windows open wide- permitting the salty air to rush through. His eyes were closed, feeling it as it gives a cool effect on his sweat-stained skin.

He sighed. As if everything was relieved from his exhausted being.

Then he stood and looked around. Went to the kitchen.

He's hungry.

(flashback)

They were having a petty fight. The reason- eggs.

She said she wanted milk on her scrambled eggs. He said it would only cloud the taste of the egg, so better not add milk with it. Eggs and salt in pan is fine.

She said he was so boring, that even in his food, he dislikes complicated things.

He said he's sorry because he was used to living with everything made simple.

"Fine. I'll cook my eggs- you cook yours," Cagalli said as she grabs his pan.

"You've forgotten. I washed that (referring to the pan). So its me who's going to cook first."

She pretended not to hear anything. Placed the pan on the stove, and turn the heat on.

She went to the fridge to get some eggs. She was surprised to know that there's only one egg left.

Athrun followed her- he wasn't aware of her discovery.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

She wasn't facing him. He went closer to see.

She was staring at the poor egg- ready to be executed…by whom?

-Both of them were silent for a while.

"So, who's going to take it?" Athrun asked.

Cagalli reached out inside to get the egg, then faced him.

"We're fighting as to how to cook them, yet too stupid to check if there's something to cook anyway."

"So, I think a simple scrambled egg would do," he concluded.

"NO. I got this first, so this one's mine."

She immediately went to the cupboard for some milk and cheese.

Opened the can of milk, sliced the cheese- then broke the egg.

He went to the oven to check from last night's leftovers.

He found a slice of pizza. Reheated the food.

They were having breakfast. No talk. The sound of her fork as it hits the plate, and his noisy 'eating' were echoing around such a small place.

He finishes first.

Got some coffee, and went to his paperwork.

She went outside. Never bothered saying goodbye.

He just looked at her as she shuts the door.

He was writing a script for a certain play- that would be held three months after.

Busy editing the dialogue, the scenes… the characters.

The door once again opened.

She came back. He didn't bother lifting his head to look. He knows that it was she. Maybe she has that scent that he knows very well, or the fact that she's the only person that could enter his 'tiny kingdom' without the hesitation of knocking.

He heard noises in the kitchen.

She wasn't saying anything.

Then, a few minutes past, she went to his room- holding a piece of platter.

He looked up and saw- scrambled eggs. The way he wanted them to be.

Simple. No milk, no cheese. Just salt.

"I went to the grocery store and bought a dozen… so we didn't have to fight next time."

He stretched his hand to receive the platter, and her apologies.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Then he suddenly stood, grabbed her hand and went to the kitchen.

They had another round of breakfast.

This time, he was eating her scrambled egg with milk and cheese, and she was digging for his simple dish.

"This isn't bad at all," – both of them thought.

(end of flashback)

He searched around for food and there's none. He hasn't gone out to buy groceries because of his 'general-cleaning'.

He went to the fridge- opened it.

Found a piece of egg.

He smiled and grabbed it.

(I think I'm done with eggs for now. Just woken up, and refused to eat any. I just stared at it as it fills my platter…then I thought of this story… such hormones…yeah)