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Love Me For Thirty Days

DAY ELEVEN

Tuesday

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"And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me."

― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Akashi Seijuurou was starting to assume that today would be a good day.

No, it wasn't the fact that they might be leaving for Philippines in another ten hours. Not also because he would be able to forget everything about work for three days prior. Yet, the reason was because there was a certain person radiating sunshine beside him, even if he was still asleep.

Odd, how could a person sleep with a smile like that? So contented. As if the mentions about divorcement and all hadn't happened to begin with. Or was it because of these holidays he was going to spent. Three short days, yet miracles happened. This being the first, of course.

Of course, he was glad. Sated that he was able to make at least one – or two in this matter – happy. And he was able to forget about the other day; maybe, maybe that was just a part of his imagination. He hoped so. He didn't actually wanted to find out just yet, to be honest.

He huffed, But what about Yui?

They hadn't been talking for days. His feelings nothing more than a swift ride of roller coaster, the wheels brought up the ride into its ups and downs of the trail. He didn't feel like calling either. But he knew the Yamanaka heir wasn't one to view a broken relationship due from a long distant.

Let's just forget about this at the moment.

He heard the mattress shifted. Beside him, Tetsuya began jarring his eyes open.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Seijuurou muttered, the mattress weighed lightly as he rose from the bed.

Yet there wasn't any response. Usually, there would be a swift reply coming from the blunette, not considering if the tone was low or slightly above from the constant tedious one. This time, though, had none. The redhead gulped and instantly turned around to see the blunette staring straight toward his face. He looked. . . well, he looked blank. For a split second, Seijuurou remembered the incident two nights ago. But Tetsuya looked scared before. Now, he looked nothing more than a spirit waiting for a judgment. "Tetsuya?"

"Ah. . ." Tetsuya touched his temples, "What's this headache early in the morning?"

"H-Hey, are you okay?"

"Eh, S-Sei? Good morning. . ." The blunette yawned and stretched his arms as if nothing just happened. "Why are you just standing there? Help me make breakfast, Bakashi."

Perhaps, Seijuurou was just paranoid.

"Chichiue, otou-san, when are we leaving?!" Sakura couldn't care less that she called her godparents by the nickname in public, despite few people were staring toward her wearing a strangely confused expressions. Heck, she was bored! One thing she despised the most was waiting. And waiting was what they were currently doing.

It was already past the time they were supposed to enter the aeroplane. The least Sakura wanted was to arrive at Manila late at night, and they weren't be able to do anything.

Meanwhile, Tetsuya could only hide his face from the rest using his hands, sweaty palms against heated, scarlet cheeks. "I'm sure the flight attendant will call us sooner or later. . ."

"But it's been hours, chichiue! Hooouuuurs!" She extended her arms as if to state the length of time. The Akashi heir laughed, resting one arm against the blunette's shoulder as he amusedly watched the little girl's antics. Unlike Satsuki – who was pretty much a rational person excluding the moments she had been fangirling about Tetsuya – or Daiki, the one with a languid demeanour – Sakura was likely to have her bubbly traits coming from a certain blonde. Seijuurou had no clue how she inherited one's characteristics without sharing the same blood. "It's only been an hour, Sakura," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Eeeh. . ."

The cerise-haired girl slumped against the metallic-shaded seat and puffed her cheeks. But her disappointment would only lasted a minute, then another new set of questions resurfaced from her mind. "Chichiue, when did you two had your honeymoon?"

The redhead sworn he heard his spouse choked.

"E-Excuse me?"

"Honeymoon!" Sakura beamed, "It's like papa and mama did when they tried to make me, papa once said! But why didn't you guys make anything?" She cocked her head to the side, before deciding that her question was indeed a fascinating one.

The blunette was practically steaming, not due to anger but pure embarrassment. "Let's not talk about that for now, okay Sakura-chan?"

"Okay then. . ." she went silent, then, "How about your first kiss?"

"Sakuraaa!"

The redhead was laughing out loud by now, clutching his stomach which was gradually receiving more and more pain from each puffs of laughter. Mortified to seething with anger, the shorter male simply flicked his spouse's cheek each embarrassing question was thrown. "Don't laugh!" he hissed, cherub cheeks fully streaked in scarlet – like two full-grown tomatoes. "How about you answering that?"

"I'll tell the truth," Seijuurou avoided the other one's gaze, instead proceeding to observe others as they waited for their flight to come.

The blunette arched his brow, his eyes flickered with intentions to taunt and to challenge. "Oh, and why is that?"

"Because it happened," simply the redhead answered – and the blush returned to Tetsuya's cheeks once more. He grinned, "And despite everything, it's a waste to keep it to ourselves and forget. Memories are meant to be shared, right Tetsuya?"

The blunette ignored him afterwards, either too occupied with his own thoughts or trying to calm his spirits down. Perhaps, both.

Secretly, the redhead threw him a grieved glance, one that the blunette missed to witness because he was talking to Sakura.

Maybe he was more than paranoid.

"Hey Tetsuya, what happened if one day you wouldn't recognise me as your husband?" he dared himself to wonder aloud.

The blunette responded the troubled look with a scared one. Slowly, he swallowed and his eyes lowered until he fully avoided the tender focus Seijuurou was giving him.

"W-What in the world are you talking about?" The taller male sighed, and he shook his head in return. Instead, he grabbed the other's hands, holding the cold ones into a tight grasp. He shuddered, shouldering the sudden weight weighing on his shoulders; the concerns, he meant.

If Tetsuya was clueless, then why were his hands cowering?

TO BE CONTINUED

Mozu : Short because I'm busy. Short because the next one is long. Short because I'm tired. Hey, appreciate my update! The next one is coming within this week, perhaps.

X for love, O for hate.

-Mozu The Mochi (2016)