I have, like, a billion scars from my childhood. I like to think that all of them have a special story to how they have gotten there, even if I can't remember them.

Day Five: Scar Worship

"Saguru, do you know where my white dress shirt is?"

"No." Taylor ran into his room and looked around. He looked up from his computer. "Why are you looking in here for it?"

"I might have left it in here," She answered. Saguru looked up from his desk and watched her run around in only her underwear; looking in his closet and under his bed. "Found it!" She said triumphantly, pulling the wrinkled shirt out and grinning at it.

Saguru sighed. "I can't believe you're only just now looking for it when we only have an hour until the concert." She grinned at him.

"Well, you know how I am- always doing things at the last minute." She stood up and stretched. "I have to go iron this now, so thanks for helping me find it."

"I didn't do anything." She laughed and turned out of the room, pausing when he told her to. "Wait, what's that?"

"What's what?" She asked, looking at herself. Did she forget to wash something off in the shower?

Saguru stood and walked over to her. "I'm not sure how I missed this so many times, but what's this scar right here?" She still looked confused so he lightly trailed a finger over a crescent shaped scar on her hip. She shivered at his cold hand.

"Uh," She paused to think. "I think that was caused by a sledding accident. I ran into a tree and rolled down into the river."

He frowned and studied it. "It cut through your coat?"

"I never said it was during the winter. It was spring and raining- it was stupid, I know." She added when she saw the look on his face.

"As long as you understand that," Saguru said. "Turn, I want to see some more."

"You would think that with all the times we've had sex you would've noticed some." Taylor said, turning.

"I wasn't really looking for them, you know. I had other priorities at the time." He gave a sly smile and she shifted on her feet, feeling a little embarrassed even though she had no reason to be. "What other scars do you have?"

"Um- this one, right here?" She pointed to one on her inner thigh. "I burned myself. The same with this one on my arm here- both of them involve food, now that I think about it."

"Not as great as a chef as you are now, huh?" She scoffed.

"Nonsense- I just know how to follow a recipe. Unlike someone I know." She grinned as he scowled.

"What else?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Uh... I have a ton on my legs, but they happened when I was young and probably when I was playing soccer." She turned and looked at him. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

She put her hands on her hips. "C'mon, I know that you have some scars too! It's impossible to get through life without them- especially in your line of work." She poked his stomach.

Saguru sighed. "You're right, I do have some." She looked at him expectantly. "You don't expect me to show them to you, do you?"

"Of course I do."

"Well, you're going to be disappointed. I still have work to finish up and you have to finish getting ready for the piano rehearsal." He pointed out.

"Saguru!" She drawled out, leaning up against him. She knew that he wouldn't let her fall- not that he would fall with her weight on him. He's dealt with heavier stuff on him before. "C'mon, we have an hour yet! That's plenty of time."

He sighed, pushing her back a little so he could unbutton his shirt. Taylor squealed in excitement and sat on his bed, waiting patiently. He sat his shirt and tie down next to her. "There's that one on my arm from the teapot incident- get that look off of your face, it's over and done with now."

"Sorry, didn't mean to." She said, leaning forward and examining his lean body with such intensity Saguru nearly felt like squirming on the spot. He didn't though.

"There's one right here from when I was a kid, I tumbled down a hill and landed on a few rocks." He said, pointing to his leg.

"Not so graceful then as you are now, eh?" She gave a cheeky grin, kicking her feet.

"Ha ha. So funny." Saguru deadpanned. He moved his arm and showed one on his bicep. "There was a man during one of my cases that didn't take too kindly to being called out on a murder. He got a few marks in before he was subdued."

Taylor stood and ran her fingers over the scar. "Have any others from him?"

"No, only this one and it's mostly faded by now." He said. "There's one on my stomach from a different case where I was almost pushed out a broken window."

She looked at him in shock. "What did you do for that?"

"I did nothing. I was stuck at a mansion with other people- yes, it was one of those cases- and I was the one that was targeted." He shrugged. "He thought that I was one of the weaker people there and he was wrong."

She lightly ran her finger over the scar, feeling the raised the skin under her finger. "Maybe if I kiss it it'll disappear."

"A magic kiss?" He teased.

"Mm-hmm." She hummed as she kissed it. "At least one of us has to have it and it can't be you- you're too perfect already." She kissed her way up his chest before pausing. "Well, except for your cooking skills."

"Yeah, yeah." Saguru said, grabbing her chin and tilting her to give her a kiss. "This was a wonderful conversation, but you still need to iron your shirt."

"You need to get dressed as well." Taylor sighed, pushing him backwards so she can have more room to move. "I want to leave in half an hour, so make sure you're dressed by then."

"No matter what you say, you always have to be early." He commented as he grabbed his shirt. "And I'd have you know that the only reason why I'm partly undressed is because of you."

She gave him a sly smile. "Yeah? Well at least now you can pick a different tie."

Saguru nodded before pausing. "What's wrong with my tie?" Taylor giggled as she walked out of the room. "Taylor? What's wrong with my tie? Taylor!"

She only laughed.

This layout looks a lot weirder on a computer than on a phone. Like, it doesn't flow as well, I think. How was I obsessed with reading it online and then hating to read it on the phone. It's the complete opposite now (I bet its because I can actually see the space between the paragraphs on my phone).

I think it would be wonderful to point out and tell all of my scars to my significant other and if they do the same thing with me. It would be wonderful and emotional and a good bonding activity Maybe with a little something extra uh-hon-hon