soracia

Title: Breathing
Author: Kagemihari
Rating: G (again, le sigh)
Pairing: OT4 - TachibanaxShinjixMorixKamio
Warnings: hmm...other than the pairing, no. ^_~ oh, wait, I forgot abstract and odd pov, and complete lack of names. *nods* And why the hell do I keep writing...things that completely lack angst? It's weirding me out... ^^;;

Breathing

I want nothing more than, to sit outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing, is where I wanna be...

The room was dark and quiet. Warm. An almost tangible hush and slumber hung in the air, if any were awake to notice.

Red hair fell across one pillow, mixing with fine strands from another that would be tinged with blue in daylight. A third dark head almost hidden tucked between pillow and shoulder, slim tensai fingers twisted in the soft spiky hair.

Beyond them another figure stirred, turning over, a hand raised to rub night black eyes. A dream? Perhaps...or simply a guardian's inner alert, to wake, keep watch in the night. To see that all is well before allowing himself to slip back into a deeper rest.

Sitting up in the darkness, he paused, listening for a moment to the even breathing of those who still slept. A smile touched his face, and he reached out to let a hand hover, not quite touching the nearest. So quiet in your sleep... It amused him that the one who was always in the rhythm, always moving to his own beat during the day, still yielded with the rest to the slower quiet heartbeat of the night.

Soft red hair tempted, but he left it undisturbed as he slipped quietly from the shared bed. He was restless perhaps, or maybe he just liked to watch them sleep. After all this time--though they were older now--he was still, in some ways, the watcher and protector.

He found a seat by the window where silver light spilled in, illuminating the slumbering figures who still lay intertwined, and the smile lurked again at the corners of his mouth.

In the daytime perhaps, the speedster and the tensai were a team, a pair of doubles on and off the court, but at night it was the imp whose violet eyes were now shut tight, that lay curled up with the prodigy like kittens keeping each other warm. Beside them lay the other with his face buried in blue hair, an arm thrown over them both.

The redhead shifted in his sleep, already missing the warmth at his back, and the silent watcher knew he would soon roll over and reach unconscious for the one who should be there. He shivered slightly in sympathy, his own back chill where it had been pressed against the other's, and he leaned back against the window frame--a poor substitute, but he wasn't quite ready yet to go back to sleep.

In a minute, perhaps, when his restlessness faded, when the quiet sounds of breathing lulled him back, but for now he sat, keeping watch, while the ones he loved slept soundly. Reassurance that all was well, the quiet peace of night unbroken, slowly taking hold of him as he sat silent in the moonlight, and in a minute, just a little while longer, he would rejoin the warmth of sleeping lovers.

For now, he watched.