A.N: Hey guys! Sorry I didn't update yesterday time just got away from me and I was dead beat for no apparent reason.

I did a semi-Valentines day themed thing for you all, and of course, left you with a beautiful cliffhanger. Enjoy.

-Sarah

"You know...I'm not even surprised anymore." Fushimi said with a sigh.

He stepped away from Yata and let his hands fall down to his sides. Fushimi really was having terrible luck today and he just felt tired. It might have been the blood loss or the fact that this Duck kept ruining his day, but he really wanted to just crawl back into bed and sleep until morning.

'Misaki...I think I'm going to just go back to bed until tomorrow.'

Yata slid off the counter where he was poking at Waddles and letting him nibble his finger. A lot of time had passed since this morning when Fushimi smashed his nose and everything, it was around 5:00 in the afternoon. Yata wouldn't mind sleeping all day until tomorrow. Tomorrow was a special day after all. February 14th and all.

"Yeah, Okay that sounds like a good idea to me, but if we do go to sleep, where should we put Waddles? I mean, I just don't think you want to try and go to sleep with him walking around your apartment."

Fushimi thought for a moment. He turned and walked over the one of the rooms in his hallway, the guest room. Upon opening the door it looked relatively normal. A simple bed with a bedside table, a lamp, a fan, and a dresser.

"Waddles can just sleep in here. I'll throw some lettuce on the ground and...do ducks need a litter box?"

Fushimi knew ducks weren't like cats, you couldn't just train them to go in boxes. He left Yata and Waddles to explore the small room, and went to the storage room to grab and old towel. Upon returning to his guest room he found Yata and Waddles laying on the bed together with Waddles walking all over Misaki's chest and quacking, attempting to bite Misaki's finger. Fushimi dropped the towel and flopped down onto the bed with Misaki. He wouldn't really mind just sleeping here with Misaki for the night...

-The very next day - February 14th.

Yata awoke slowly, opening his eyes and the sun light hit his lids and looking from side to side. To his right Waddles was walking around on the bedside table doing whatever it is ducks do in the morning, and to his left was Fushimi, his limbs splayed out all around him. Misaki rolled off the bed, a little sore where Fushimi had shoved his knee into his back. He wrote a note on the counter for Saru to find and left the apartment. It was Valentines day and given the shitty days Saruhiko had lately, especially yesterday, Yata decided he'd go out and get Saru a nice gift and whatever else he wanted.

Fushimi woke up 2 hours after Misaki had left to the smell of pancakes being cooked. His stomach rumbled, trying to remember the last time he had actually cooked something in his kitchen. Fushimi wasn't much of cook, anything he made couldn't really be considered edible. Then he remembered the date. Ah yes, The 14th of February, really just an excuse for the men and woman around town to have sex and eat absurd amounts of candy. Despite his hate for this day, he knew Yata loved to celebrate it so for him he would grin and deal with it

Fushimi stood up and watched Waddles. He was just, walking in circles around the lamp on the little table. Is that a duck thing? Do they circle they're prey before they attack? Is a lamp even considered prey? Fushimi didn't bother trying to understand Waddles, he was still upset and could feel the pain in his nose from yesterdays antics.

Yata heard the familiar sound of Fushimi stomping loudly into the kitchen. He really wasn't a morning person. His hair was always sticking straight up and his clothes were always a little disheveled in the mornings. Yata turned and smiled at Fushimi before turning back to the stove and flipping a pancake.

Izumo, Anna and Yata had all made pancakes together one morning when Anna decided she had wanted to learn to cook. It had really been an experience given that Anna had never really made anything except for cereal, and her dresses were quite the fire hazard. Either way, they had made pancakes and even the King had shown approval. If the King liked Yata's pancakes, they must be damn good pancakes.

"Morning Saru. I decided I'd make some breakfast for us, and there's a card sitting on the table for you..."

Fushimi's eyes widened a bit when he heard that Yata was making him breakfast, and that there was a card waiting for him. He reached over the island and plucked up a red envelope. Inside it wasn't what he expected. It wasn't some sappy hallmark card, it was handmade, and inside the card was a darling note from his very own Yata. Not only was there a note, there were also two tickets to see any movie of Fushimi's choosing. Yata really didn't need to go to all this trouble, making him breakfast, buying movie tickets on what little money he earned lately.

"Misaki...I'm not sure what to say. I guess I should start with Thank You..."

Yata felt hands on his shoulders as Fushimi leaned over him from behind and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. He felt, as Fushimi leaned away, an envelope in return get left in the back pocket of his own pants.

Yata turned off the stove and put the last few pancakes on a plate and laid them out on the island. It really did look nice, the island. He had a stack of pancakes in the middle, a table setting for two, and two pink roses in a little vase in the middle. As they sat down, Yata could feel Fushimi's eyes on him, waiting for him to open his own envelope.

Yata tore the envelope open, glancing up and Fushimi a few times who stared straight at him, a childish gleam in his eyes.

When opening the card inside, Yata gave a small gasp as a light pink dusted his cheeks.

"Saru- I can't believe..."