The Nakahara Volumes

One of Those Days: Part 1- Waking up

Sunako P.O.V

The sun shone through the one of the many windows of the mansion. This one, however, belonged to a horror loving, crazy girl called Sunako.

She'd decided to sleep in, for once the creatures of light wouldn't disturb her because last night, it had been Christmas and they'd all gone out with their girlfriends, leaving her to a full night of horror films and a bucketload of saved chocolates.

After hours and hours of blood spilling from seemingly retarded girls and eyeballs falling out of now hollow sockets Sunako drifted to sleep on the floor where she'd set up.

She wrinkled her nose up in disgust, too early, much too early to wake up. Though the sun shone through the window, the house was under sheets of snow blocking all the many fan girls wishing to bestow their gifts on the bishounen.

She snuggled closer to her pillow, it smelt distinctly different than it had before. new detergent probably, but when did she buy detergent that smelt a hint like strawberries? Lazily her eyes slid open a smidge. All she saw was white. 'A sheet probably' she thought. But this sheet had a pulling affect on her, like she was drawn into it. She wasn't complaining.

She snuggled closer, it smelt a bit musky now, a smell changing detergent? The Japanese were so creative.

Closer, it felt warm, had she left the heater on, she should probably turn it off, but it was too inviting. Her mind was slowly shutting down again she could almost see Freddy and Hiroshi-kun, even if she hadn't she still wouldn't mind sleeping.

And then it happened.

The sheet grew arms which slithered around her comforting her, and her pillow seemed to be moving rhythmically, but slowly. And had she heard... A soft moan?

Her eyes slithered open again.

It couldn't be, no one was in the house.

Yuki had gone to see Machiko for the Christmas and was gone until New Years.

Ranmaru was probably off with some married women. Poor Tamao, she deserved better.

Who else..?

Oh Takanagaa and Noi had gone to Takanaga's parents house for Christmas and Boxing Day.

Wasn't that it? She felt like she had missed something. Something vital.

Her mind beckons her to fall asleep, but whatever it was nagging at the back of her brain, she felt it was important.

Another movement came from in front of her, this time she was sure.

Sunako bolted upright harshly moving whatever was infront of her in the process.

Of course she'd forgotten about something vital.

For Kami's sake it was living!

There, covered in bedsheets and quilts which he did not own, was Kyouhei Takano

His gold blonde shaded hair shining in the little light entering the room. He was still asleep probably from drinking away his abundant sorrows.

Sunako felt kinda of sad, staring down on the most bright of the dazzling creatures.

His dazzlingness seemed to bring him nothing but sorrow, where as her ugliness brought her nothing but grief.

She shook at the thought, now wasn't a good time to grieve.

The cold air was tingling her skin and she shivered involuntarily, the warmth was only at her middle now, where his arm was wrapped almost protectively.

He moaned in his sleep again his eyes squeezed a little in agony.

Sunako couldn't look at him so she focused on her surroundings. Her room was mostly black other than the window closest to her bed to her annoyance. The little light that was cast showed her atomical figure Hiroshi-kun and the coffins where her two skeletons Josephine and George were waiting. Her TV was in darkness turned off, and the boxes of saved (or stolen) chocolate were scattered some finished others not.

After calming down just a little she turned back to the bishounen who had now relaxed his eyelids.

Looking at him sleeping she didn't fear the lightness so much. it was when his amber eyes were open that the projectile of light was sometimes unbeatable.

Thinking about it, it had been weeks, maybe months since she'd had a nosebleed much to her washing machines advantage. Sunako deducted that she'd grown an immunity to his brightness. Thinking over it it still seems quite silly that she had nosebleed, and even now called him the Creature of Light. looking at him he was just human.

A tug brought her down back on the mattress as Kyouhei pulled her closer if this was a normal day she would be sweating. But it was too cold.

For minutes she just lay there stunned before reaching an arrangement with herself, and drifting off to sleep