"Morning." She murmured. He moaned softly and tightened his arms around her. She sighed and relaxed, snuggling into him.
"Nari." He mumbled her name, his lips buried in her hair.
"Yeah?" She yawned.
"I...I want you to learn how to fight." He sounded reluctant to say it.
"Why?" She asked, "I'm perfectly capable right now. I don't see why I need to-"
"It would just make me feel better to know you were safe." He kissed the top of her head.
"I'm perfectly fine now. I mean I have you guys." She chuckled.
"But what if you're alone? What would you do then?" He asked fervently. Nari pushed away from him, she smiled and looked at him. He looked so worried and concerned. She put a hand on his cheek and swiped her thumb across his cheek.
"I'll be fine. You worry too much." She assured him. He bit his lip and looked away from her. She rolled him over and sat on top of him.
"You're cute when you worry." She murmured. He cupped her face in his hands.
"I'm protective." He chuckled.
"I know. That's why you're my home. You keep me safe." She mumbled, kissing his nose, "I know I can hold you and it'll be okay again."
"But don't you want to be able to do that yourself? Protect yourself? I'm not always gonna be here." He argued.
"We're talking about two completely different things." She reminded him. He scooted out from under her. He grabbed the sleeve of her shirt and pulled it down exposing her shoulder. He pointed to a thin, white scar.
"I don't want this to happen ever." He growled.
"I know that baby. But I don't care about that." She insisted. She pointed to his heart.
"I care about this." She looked at him meaningfully. He sighed and fixed her shirt.
"I do too. But I'm not allowed to touch your boob." He joked, letting it go. She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist and slid into his lap in one fluid motion. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, still smiling. He smiled too, and hugged her waist. Things felt...normal.
She stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth and gulped down her orange juice. He moaned greedily and reached for a piece of bacon on her plate. She smacked his hand and he whined like a child. She stuck out her tongue and he grumbled to himself. She smiled and munched her toast.
"It's a nice day." He nudged her.
"Yeah so?" She asked through her food.
"We should go do something." He suggested.
"You're free?" She swallowed her food. He nodded.
"Yeah. How about I take you shopping. My boxers aren't very fashionable." He tugged at the boxers she wore.
"But I like your boxers..." She whimpered.
"They're not flattering." He explained flatly.
"Well that's rude." She gasped. He laughed,
"I didn't mean it like that. I just really miss seeing you dress up. That's all." He shrugged.
"Well. Dressing up is for normal people." She explained.
"We are normal people." He insisted quietly.
"No. We're not." She sighed. He still wished for an ordinary life.
"We're going to be." He promised.
"Picket fences, mini vans, and rose bushes. Every girl's dream." She mocked him.
"But that is every girl's dream." He sighed and looked at her longingly. She looked away. It was, wasn't it?
He held her hand as they walked through the stores aimlessly. She didn't see anything she liked, and she was too lost in thought to really even look. Did she want a normal life? She did miss safety and stability, but it was so exciting to be in danger. She hadn't realized that was how she felt about her situation. She really had only been thinking about Suga. Did she really want what he wanted for her? A normal life as a normal person?
"Here." He pushed a dress at her.
"I don't know." She whined.
"Try it on." He insisted pushing her into the dressing room. She tried on the dress quickly. She didn't even look at it.
"Wow." Suga breathed. She stole a glance in the mirror. Damn. She looked hot. She twirled around for him.
"We're getting that." He pushed her back in the dressing room and she smiled. She did look nice. She missed this. Just the two of them. Having a pointless, but fun time.
She walked out of the dressing room and he grabbed her wrist, yanking her down to the floor.
"What the-" he clamped a hand over her mouth. He shushed her and moved his hand from her mouth.
"Open the register." A male voice commanded. Suga peered over the racks of clothes and his body tensed. She could see his wide eyes and she grabbed his arm. He turned back to her and kissed her forehead.
"Stay." He murmured. She nodded and he crawled away.
Wakō. Why the hell were they here? Today, of all days. Finally he was having a day with Nari and these fuckers. He suppressed a groan of frustration and slid behind the counter. The cash register didn't even notice him, she was shaking too badly. He grabbed his knife out of his pocket. Shit. He didn't bring his gun. Well, he had to do what he could. He took a deep breath and stood, throwing the knife in one fluid motion. The man looked at him in surprise as the life drained away from him body. Suga jumped over the counter and grabbed his gun. Then the shooting began. He flinched away from the gunshots and jumped back over the counter. The cash register cowered, crying, behind the counter with him. He peeked over the counter. Two on the right. Three on the left. He went for the one in the middle first. Then the one on the far right. Then the one on the middle left. One by one he picked them off. By the time he finished, he had two bullets left. He felt something cold touch the back of his head.
"Gotcha." A male voice crowed. He cursed under his breath and stood. Then, before the man could react, Suga ducked and kicked the man's legs out from under him. Suga grabbed the man's gun and threw it far away from his grasp. With the last two bullets, he fired two more shots. He slipped the gun into his pocket and went back for Nari. He helped her up and she looked at him with big, frightened eyes.
"Suga. Suga, you need to go to a hospital." She whispered frantically.
"Why?" He felt a sudden burning pain in his side.
This is why he wanted her to learn how to fight.
