Oh. My. Friggin'. Cheesecake. I have an awesome 50 on the review-count! I'm so happy I could cry, which I will T.T

As a token of my thanks, I wrote a completely fluffy, mushy omake for you! This isn't really connected to any specific point of the story, it just happens "some morning after chapter 4" ^.^

The usual special thanks for reviewers: Ayjah, Koatan, SaharaOchimachi, Alice P e a c h e s, Oxenstierna D. Yuki-Rin, ayaka chi, peep (no need to rush, I'm not pressuring you into making the fanart! Thanks, I shall try my best (which isn't much...) with the exams!), K (thank you~), ally092299, Shinichi's Lover and yiseunggi! You guys are amazing, and this chapter's to you ^.^

Surprises in the morning are not good for the heart

She was on a busy street, the passing people blurring into an unrecognisable mass. The road felt cold under her bare feet and the wind blew her hair into her face. She tried to raise her hand to pull the loose strands back behind her ear but was restrained by something. Looking down, she saw a huge snake wrapped around her torso. It hissed at her. She struggled against it only to have it tighten its hold around her. Then its head suddenly shot up, its teeth bared to bite her face.

Kagura woke up with a start, gasping in fright. It wasn't even dawn yet. 'A nightmare, it was only a nightmare,' she thought, calming her breathing. She attempted to wipe her sweaty forehead only to find herself still restrained. Gulping nervously, she looked down, praying with all her might that it wouldn't be a snake. Her heart skipped a beat or two before starting to hammer wildly in her chest upon seeing an arm.

Kagura kind of wished that it had been a snake, after all...

At some point during the night Sougo had rolled over to her side (or had she rolled over to his side?) of the bed and was now practically glued to her back with an arm tightly wrapped around her torso. His face was buried into her already quite long hair (it hadn't seen scissors for some time), his breathing slightly fluttering her orange strands and sending shivers down her spine. She could even feel the steady beating of his heart and the movement of his chest against her back as he breathed.

'TOO CLOSE!'

Now, Kagura wasn't the type to be sensitive about personal space, she was used to sitting on people and wrestling with her clansmen. This time though, for some reason, she grew overly self-conscious and fidgety. She tried to wriggle out of Sougo's grasp, desperately fighting against the nice, warm feeling growing inside of her. He responded by squeezing her even closer, mumbling something incoherent ('Shit! Pleeeease, don't wake up! I'm begging you, don't wake up!') before going still and quiet again.

Kagura sighed in relief. 'Okay, Kagura, just breathe. You're obviously not getting out of this without waking him up, so lay ever so still and go back to sleep. Fall into sweet slumber and before you know it, he'll be gone. Just ignore him and his muscles and warmth and you'll be just fine. Don't think about how this feels actually really nice.'

Obviously her little pep talk wasn't much help in her situation. Kagura couldn't help feeling oddly comfortable in his quite intimate hold despite the awkwardness of it all. Sougo was really warm, even though Kagura could've sworn at times that he had ice running in his veins instead of blood, and his hold on her was pretty strong, even by her standards. 'Must be from sword fighting...' Kagura thought and immediately the memory of his worn out, sweaty form after a lesson with Gin popped up in her mind. Kagura blushed heavily and mentally slapped herself, since her arms were currently blocked.

As hard as she tried to fight against it, Kagura felt increasingly more secure in the embrace of her fiancé. Her eyes started to droop again, sleep slowly taking over her. Throwing her pride away in her semi-conscious state, Kagura adjusted herself into a more comfortable position and deeply inhaled the scent surrounding her. 'He smells like metal...'

When Kagura woke up in the morning, Sougo was nowhere to be seen. She soundly slapped herself for feeling disappointed.

Sougo slowly realised that he was starting to wake up when he became aware of the sunlight beaming into the room and the sounds of people coming from somewhere far away. He felt unusually comfortable, though, and was very reluctant to wake up. A lingering scent of cinnamon registered in his half-asleep brain, as well as something soft and warm pressed against him. Not thinking much about it, he snuggled closer to the warmth, inhaled the homey scent and let out a content sigh.

It was only when the nicely smelling, soft, warm thing in his arms sighed back that Sougo's eyes snapped open and he was wide awake. And boy, was he given the surprise of a lifetime.

Of course, he had seen Kagura sleeping before, on many occasions actually, but to wake up with his own face in the nape of her neck, his own arm wrapped around her and his own sleeve held in a sleepy grip in her hand? That was a first.

No matter how hard he tried, Sougo couldn't deny that their position was extremely comfortable. He didn't really want to pull away, au contrair, her relaxed form and inviting warmth made him want to fall back asleep. The only things holding him back were 1) his own stubborness and 2) the fact that Kagura would kill him if she woke up before he detached himself.

Loosening his hold and propping himself up on his other elbow, Sougo gazed down at Kagura, taking his time to really look at her. He had admitted, in some dark corner of his mind, that Kagura was actually quite beautiful, especially her eyes. Somewhere along the way he had even gotten the habit of watching her when she was unaware of his gaze, just to see how her expressions would range from furious to giddy, how the setting sun made her hair look redder, how she would sometimes blush as red as her favourite chinese dresses...

He needed to see a doctor. There was definitely something very wrong with his head if he, His Sadistic Majesty Okita Sougo, could have such mushy thoughts.

Carefully prying her fingers off his sleeve, Sougo started pulling away. He stopped when Kagura whined in her sleep and flexed her fingers, as if searching for his shirt. Sougo smirked, amused yet again by her actions, and reached over to gently (dear Lord, he was definitely losing it) brush his fingers through her hair until she calmed down. Sougo looked at her a second longer before he pulled away and left as quietly as a cat.

So, hope you liked the little extra. Next time we'll get back to the main storyline. The next chapter will take at least a month to come out, since my finals start next week and take a few weeks and there's no way I could find the time to write another chapter. Please understand and keep supporting me!

~poakkis