Title: Waking Sleeping Beauty

Summary: Tohru's the only one in the house brave enough to wake up Yuki in the mornings.

Genre: Romance

Rating: K+

Word Count: 888

Yuki had always been a heavy sleeper, nearly impossible to wake up.

All those who disturbed his sleep regretted it, living with deep scars, emotional and physical. Kyo didn't even dare to step into a room with a sleeping Yuki in it anymore. A year ago, Kyo had tried to awaken the silver-haired boy with a punch in the face. Not only had Yuki blocked the blow with his arm and tossed Kyo out the open window with a kick to his abdomen, but he had also slept through the entire ordeal. Yuki left Kyo with a deep bruise that wouldn't fade for a month, though Yuki never knew of it. Many oblivious alarms had also endeavored to wake the slumbering prince, but on each of their first mornings on the job, they'd discover why there was a pile of smashed clocks lying in an overflowing trashcan in the corner of the room. As soon as they'd cry for him to awake, a fist would slam against their top, searching for a snooze button that wasn't needed anymore, and then Yuki would flip over and continue sleeping. So Yuki became the electronics store's most valued customer. He went there almost every other day for another alarm clock, though those never seemed to wake him before they wound up broken.

Shigure had once tried a long distance approach that involved picking up random objects in the hallway, such as a vase or an end table, and tossing them at Yuki, but Yuki turned out to have a good catch and aim in his sleep. Shigure walked away from his experiment with several injuries to his head and chest, a broken end table, and a shattered vase. Since then, Shigure had attempted to distance himself further from Yuki as he awoke him by calling the house phone with his cell phone while he hid away at Ayame's shop, but Yuki would never answer, and then Shigure would return home to find half of a phone outside the house on the lawn and the other half in pieces trailing back to the hall. Now Shigure and Kyo just let Yuki meander his way out of his room semiconscious whenever he decided to get up. They simply avoided him as he stumbled around, running into things and falling back asleep randomly around the house as he tried to make his way to the door.

But this was all before Tohru moved in.

"Yuki-kun still isn't up?" Tohru asked, glancing at the full plate at the table as she gathered three empty ones.

With paling faces, Shigure and Kyo briefly shook their heads before bolting out of the house. Shocked by their speed, Tohru blinked at them before shrugging to herself as she set the dirty dishes in the sink to wash when she came home later. She never understood why they seemed to fear waking Yuki so much. Tohru found the task to be quite simple, so she returned to the table to grab his untouched breakfast and climbed the stairs to his room. As she called his name gently, she nudged open his door to find him sprawled across his bed with one leg resting on the nightstand and his arms hanging limply off the edge of the mattress. The blanket seemed to ensnare him to the bed and his pillows lay on the opposite end of the wall. She allowed herself to giggle softly as she set his plate beside his foot and another destroyed alarm clock.

She walked over to the other end of the bed and knelt down before him. Tohru couldn't help staring at his gentle features as she swept his hair from his face. He twitched a little and soft, gray eyes greeted her momentarily before sinking back behind closing lids. She doubted he had even registered her presence. Sighing, she leaned forward, keeping her hand on his cheek as she planted a gentle kiss on his lips. She had to press her lips more firmly against his before he decided to stir and respond to the kiss, but that hadn't taken more than thirty seconds.

Tohru never knew which aspect of their morning ritual awoke him. The smell of his still warm morning breakfast wafted over to him and his grumbling stomach. Her long hair would tickle him, brushing against his skin as the breeze from his open window danced with the long, brown strands. Perhaps the gentle pressure of her fingertips as they grazed the side of his face. But Yuki knew it was the caress of her lips that'd awake him every time. Every morning she would be continuing his dreams for him when she kissed him, and he'd unknowingly reach towards consciousness because he could no longer distinguish reality from the utopia established in his dreams. The lines would all melt together, and when he'd open his eyes, he would catch himself accidentally drawing her into an embrace too late, and he'd wind up trapped in her arms as a rat.

At least that always made changing out of his pajamas easier.

Before, he'd been so reluctant to awake because happiness only seemed to meet him in his dreams, but now, a life with Tohru Honda rivaled the greatest perfections his mind could conjure up, and waking up didn't seem impossible anymore.

A backwards birthday tradition where I give you something on my birthday? c: Not much of a gift though. Just a short drabble.