Slight redo, not much was done since this was a more recent chapter. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 6: Nightly visits

Sighing he stripped off his shirt and dropped down on his bed. It was well past midnight when he came back into his room. There was a 'brief' celebration on the success of the mission. That in which Kino Dashiki, the person in charge of the training of the newly trained fighters and thieves, made a speech about his immense skill in the art of fighting and stealing.

Of course she was there tonight, which was expected. She was still flushed but she acts as though nothing was wrong. As if this afternoon never happened, but then she didn't stay as long as he did. She left near midnight, probably to get her beauty sleep, which she didn't need because she was already too beautiful to comprehend.

Breathing heavily he pulled the sheet up to cover his chest. Closing his eyes he allowed the blissful quietness to lure him to sleep, to sooth away the stress of reality and replace it with idyllic dreams. He was drifting back and forth between the blurry lines of conscious and unconscious when he heard the opening and closing of the back entrance to his room.

Immediately he knew who it was. It was the girl who haunts his dreams, the one who he was completely infatuated with, the only one who has been able to successfully capture his affections. Capturing it with only mere smiles and giggles when they first met, and held it prisoner for at least nine years before he himself finally fully realized his feelings only days ago.

It was known fact and a silent agreement between them when there was a storm or when she couldn't sleep she was allowed to have full access to his room anytime of the night. Even with his eyes closed he knew what she was doing, for it was the same routine every night. She would rummage through his clothing until she pulled out one of his clean white linen shirts. Then she would go behind a silk changing screen and exchange her article of clothing for one of his. Gone were her modest pastel pink sleeping gown and in its stead a white shirt that reached only to the end of her lower thighs.

She would then she would come bouncing over to his bed throwing herself on him, snuggling close for warmth with a faint sigh of contentment on her lips. By now she would have already woke him up and would talk until she grew tired and fall asleep on his chest.

Keen hearing allowed him to follow her movement around the room. As predicted, she did everything like the routine until the throwing herself on him component. Surprise elevated when he felt the bed shifted slightly on the left as someone climbed carefully in. He felt the familiar weight on his chest, and the warm air brushing against skin. But the sudden alter in the time-honored routine caused him to become suspicious.

Warily he opened his bullion eyes to see the well-recognized mop of silvery azure strands resting on his torso. He could feel a yawn escaping her lips and mutely he waited for her muffled goodnight to signal her resting but no greeting came from her lips. Another yawn past and he was becoming paranoid, was she still mad about what happen before? An extended awkward and tense silence came, lingered in the atmosphere before she spoke.

"Did auntie ever tell you why we met?" Her rose-colored eyes rose to look him the eyes. Wordlessly he shook his head, he was rather anxious to know what information she was keeping in that pretty little head of hers.

Flushing she looked down, "It seems Youko, they had hoped that we would like each other enough to become more than friends, that you and me were willing to bring our friendship to the next level and bring our families together. And in simple and rather clear terms, they wanted us to become mates."

That sudden knowledge shocked him and left him nearly breathless. He looked down to see her reaction to this, secretly hoping she didn't make an objection to any future arrangements that might relate to that particular subject, but she had already hidden her head in the crook of his neck.

"When did you found out about this and what did you say when you found out?" He question lightly, trying to hide any hint on what he thought about this subject.

"I just found out after my mother and me left the party, and I said I would approve with it as long as you gave your consent about it." His bare skin muffled her response, she lifted her head up and he watched as surprise raced across her face, along with a faint blush.

"Yeah I'm okay with it." He awarded her with tender smile; also fighting the blush from appearing on his face.

"You're not wearing a shirt…" She murmured out quietly, lifting a hand she made slow, lazy circles on his exposed chest with her index finger. That intimate gesture sent a shiver of pleasure to run up his spine.

"Would you like me put one on?" He teased lightly, fully expecting her to nod her head vigorously. But instead she shook her head and continues to make the lazy circles on his chest.

"You don't have to, I'm just curious on why you're not wearing a shirt tonight that's all."

"I wasn't sure if you would be coming over so I saved you my last clean shirt." His white canines gleamed in the waning moonlight. It was a joke of course; he's been in the habit of going shirtless for a while now during the warmer days. Then again she wouldn't know that. It was during the warmer nights that she didn't venture into his room.

An additional yawn escaped her lips; drowsily she nodded and snuggled closer to his body. "That's sweet," Was whispered prior to his hearing the leveled breathing that indicated her slumbering state.

Wordlessly he shifted to a more comfortable position all the while conscious that she was to stay in his arms. Resting in the bed with an arm enclosing around her trim waist he enveloped her to him, as he stared off into the distant. Faintly he was aware that a clock chimed three times, indicating the late hour.

Looking down he stared at her peaceful profile, immediately the word mine came to repeat itself in his mind. Smiling he enfolded her closer before closing his weary eyes. A word was mumbled out as he drifted into another blissful reality.

"Mine…"

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