Pairing: Awayuki Himeno/Hayate
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Kaori Naruse. I claim none, I merely borrow them and take them to yummy shoes sales and put them through the horror of finding the perfect strappy sandal.
It was with only the purest of intentions that Hayate found himself slipping onto the balcony outside Himeno’s window. He was concerned about her—she had been through so much today.
He had almost heard her shatter when she had realized that she could no longer prêt, and the vicious taunts slung at her by the Princess of Disaster had only served to crush those little tiny fragments further into the dust. And Sasame…
Hajime had been keeping an eye on her earlier while the others tended to their fallen comrade. He had come back later to report that their beloved Pretear was in bed, crying herself to sleep. This hadn’t been encouraging; everyone’s nerves were fairly well shot.
Hayate had volunteered to go check on her. There was minimal deliberation before he was sent off to make sure that she was safe, at the very least. And thus, he found himself creeping onto her balcony and easing the ornate glass doors open.
His intentions were pure. This visit was completely innocuous. No ill will intended at all.
So why did he feel like a pervert or a peeping Tom?
Shaking off that particular feeling, he carefully closed the doors and made his way to her bedside. She was sprawled out on top of the blankets, still in her clothes from that day. It seemed that she had merely kicked off her house-scuffs and fallen into bed with the intention of not moving again for a while.
She looked so relaxed laying there, one arm thrown haphazardly up over her head, the other draped casually across her stomach. She seemed so peaceful, if one could ignore the telltale signs of tears on her cheeks, and the slight roughness of her breathing that betrayed that she had been weeping earlier.
He didn’t realize he was staring until she shifted and he jumped a mile, afraid that she was waking up and he would be caught. And then there would be hell to pay. But no, her head was just turning a bit so that one cheek rested against the pillow; now her closed eyes gazed unseeingly towards the window, rather than at the ceiling.
Gently, he reached down (no, no, she’d wake up!) and brushed an errant strand of hair from her forehead. She had gone through so much, for them, for her family…the entire world seemed determined to run this poor girl through the wringer. And thus far, she had held up beneath that burden.
But the events of the previous couple of days, mostly involving her newfound role as Pretear, had taken their toll, putting more and more pressure on her. And her thin shoulders weren’t quite up to holding that crushing weight. Yet she pressed on, trying desperately to keep anyone from seeing how badly she was truly falling apart.
And then she moved, and he got a rather big surprise.
If he thought about it for a thousand years, Hayate would never be able to figure out how in the world she managed to latch onto his arm from that distance and then roll over, pulling his arm (and coincidentally, the rest of him) along with her, curling up to it like a teddy bear. But in short order, Hayate found himself rather…trapped.
And just as alarming, to his mind, was the strange jolt of…something that shot through him at the contact. That was equally freaky to his now-frantic mind, which was currently running in circles inside his head like panicky little squirrels.
If he yanked his arm free, chances were that she would wake up, catch him in her room, and then no amount of excuses would be able to save him. She would most likely kill him, even if he had come with her best interests in mind. He would be deader than dead.
If he stayed put, she would have to wake up sooner or later…and then she would catch him in her room and kill him, and he would still be deader than dead. This had rather rapidly become the poster-child for the lose-lose situation.
And furthermore, he realized belatedly that he was blushing. The red color wasn’t just kissing his cheeks, oh no. The colors crimson and scarlet were having a full-blown make-out session on his face. That was the only possible way for that particular shade to be achieved.
After wavering for a moment, he sighed. Could he help it if he wanted to postpone the inevitable? Resigning himself to his fate, he gingerly sat down on the bed, trying to figure out the best way to position himself so that he wasn’t actually touching her. It was impossible—her grip on his arm had him too close to avoid contact. Finally, he opted for laying down on his side, keeping as much distance between them as possible with the situation being what it was. It wasn’t much, but he wasn’t pressed up against her or anything. Modesty and chastity were preserved.
He would stay awake. That way, the minute she woke up, he could make his escape.
Himeno shifted, winced, and slowly opened her eyes. Sunlight was pouring in through the window. A glance at the clock proved that it was later than she usually slept. Thank goodness for weekends, though. Early risers need not apply.
As most of her surroundings came into focus, she became aware of the fact that she was clinging to something. This was odd because she did not sleep with any stuffed animals or anything, and as far as she could remember, there hadn’t been anything there when she’d fallen asleep. It didn’t feel like a pillow—no, her pillow was under her head.
She looked down…and nearly screamed when she realized that she was clutching someone’s arm quite possessively. She was holding it right to her chest (eek!) like she would never let go. Said arm was stretched around her back to the shoulder…and the owner…
Himeno saw long dark hair, and her heart stopped.
Easing out from under the weight of that arm, she slipped out of the bed to kneel on the floor, peering over the top of her comforter. Sure enough, Hayate was sprawled on his side, right beside the indentation marking where her body had been a moment before. He was sound asleep.
She took a moment to simply observe him sleeping. For as big of a pain as he could be when he was awake and chewing at her…he was really quite handsome, and looked so peaceful and calm lost in the realm of slumber. Almost a childlike innocence…
But that didn’t change the fact that he was currently Sleeping. In. Her. Bed.
And that just wasn’t going to fly.
Himeno stood up, took a deep breath, and let out a screech loud enough to rattle every single window in the Awayuki mansion along with the enormous wind chimes out in the gardens. “HAYATE!”
A while later, when the Knight of Wind reappeared in Leafenia to check on Sasame’s progress. No one dared to comment on his black eye or his numerous bruises. It would have been suicide to do so.
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