Hey there, readers! I'm back with another update. It's very fluffy. A lot of my writing is, now that I think about it... maybe I should work on my angst/smut/etc. Oh well. I hope you like this drabble, which is titled Slumber! :)
It wasn't normal for Kiku to go to bed before Yao. Typically, they'd turn in at the same time, or the elder would get tired before the younger and fall asleep in their large decorated bed first. However, some unknown factor kept Kiku up all night one night and did not permit him to nap the day following, so Yao sent him to take a bath and go to bed immediately after dinner with a stern, yet loving demand. An argument would be futile in the Japanese man's exhausted state, so he obeyed orders as best as he could while he could still walk a few steps without wanting to take a break. For the first time since he could remember, Honda Kiku went to bed before sunset.
Yao eventually decided that he'd had enough of the news (of course, he was proud of his athletes representing the country well in London, but it was getting late) and went to join his love in their shared room. He was quiet walking down the hall, bare feet moving across the floor with possibly unnecessary grace (since he was almost positive that the other wouldn't be woken by any slight sounds), but he couldn't help the noise that escaped him upon his first glance at the man already in bed.
The only light in the room was the moon, complete with the legendary rabbit, illuminating a rare sight: Kiku, uncovered, sprawled out over almost the entire mattress. Rare in the aspect that the usually reserved nation never slept like this, even while living with Yao. His usual position was to be curled on his side, facing the wall, as if he had something to hide in his slumber just as he did while he was awake. The day must have worn him out far too much to achieve this, however, so his half-conscious brain settled for a much more open way of sleeping- on his back, one arm over his head, the other at his side, and legs spread open just slightly.
It was a Kiku that Yao had rarely seen. The sleeping Japanese man didn't look nervous or guarded; he looked almost completely at peace. The Chinese man briefly thought that he was exhausted himself and was imagining things, but upon closer inspection, it was, in fact, reality. He approached the bed even more quietly than he had been approaching the room, eyes focused on his companion the entire time, until the view got better and he began to notice more.
A small part of Kiku's night shirt was lifted past the waistband of his pants and underwear, exposing a bit of scarred stomach flesh. His mouth was open a centimeter or two, and tiny breaths could be heard coming in and out of it. The hand attached to his arm remaining at his side clutched the bed sheets lightly, leaving the slightest fingernail marks in the silk. His toes would twitch every few seconds, but not violently, bringing on the assumption that he was having a dream rather than a nightmare. He had a habit of twitching in his sleep like this, Yao knew that much, but it was never this relaxed. In hindsight, while Kiku was awake, none of his mannerisms we ever this relaxed.
Perplexing yet relieving, Yao observed Kiku until he felt he could stand no longer. Then, he took up the remaining space on the bed and joined the nation in slumber, gladly sharing the peace.
I really have nothing to say, other than this is a lot of description and no dialogue. Like I said, very fluffy. I'm not entirely sure why I wrote it.
Reviews are appreciated!