Thank You



~My tea's gone cold, I wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all~

Aya Fujimiya woke up in the darkness of his room, his arm hurt like hell. Yesterday they had a mission and he received a shoot in the right arm while they were looking for the target. He look at the alarm clock, '02:36....to early, even for me' and with that he let himself swallow in the peaceful darkness.....

'Stupid darkness!'

Half an hour later, The assassin couldn't council sleep. Although he was tired, sore and thirsty, he didn’t wanted to get up to get some water and painkillers, he was REALLY angry First, they found more resistance that they expected, second, they lost their target and when they were chasing him one of the guards shoot him. In resume, the night was a complete failure.

~And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad~

He turned around and took something from the lampside, it was a photograph, the person in the photo seemed to be caught when it was taken, even though it was strange for him to get caught. His tie was loosened and he had a very surprised look in his face, he was holding a mug in one hand and was writing with the other.

The read head didn't do anything but laugh, not to aloud of course, if their teammates woke up and found his leader laughing they'll probably think he got fever and was agonizing. He decided to just chuckle a bit and the put the photo back in it place, after that he found it easy to close his eyes and went back to sleep.

~I drank too much last night, got bills to pay, my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today, I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last a day~

When he woke up again, the sun have already risen, although they were some clouds in the sky it was obviously past dawn, 'damn!' the others might tough he needed some rest, 'that will explain why nobody knock on the door.'

Sighting, he rose from the bed and prepare to go work.

~And then you call me and it's not so bad, it's not so bad ~

"koneko no isumu Iie....oh, ah...wait a second please...Aya? Somebody is asking for you"

Aya left the arrangement he was doing and took the auricular from Ken's hand.

"Hello?"

"Could you deliver and arrangement for me please?"

A smile appeared in the assassin’s mouth 'you don’t see that often' the observant playboy tough when he saw his friend from his place in the counter and wondered what kind of people could make Aya smile.

"What kind of arrangement?: Asked the red head.

"A dozen of roses...red and beautiful, like you." Was the answer of the other side of the phone.

"Aa...I'll deliver them right now." And the conversation ended.

Aya went to the backstore and came with a bouquet of roses, the he started to get out of the shop...

"Aya-kun! You shouldn't be going out! You’re injured!

"Omi's right Aya, and look it's also raining." that came from Ken.

"Let me make the delivery!" Omi again.

" I'm fine." and that was the only reply the genki boy received before his friend get out of the koneko.

~And I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life
Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and through
Then you handed me a towel and all I see is you~

The door opened without a ring or nock of the door, one of the benefits of his ‘gift’.
" Your flowers." Said the red head in the corridor.

The taller man took the flowers away from the other man's hand and carelessly put them aside.

"The only flower I want " He put an arm around the swordman, whispering softly in the other's ear "Is you...."

Aya let his lover take out his clothes while he worked in the other man's, then he let himself be guided to the bedroom.

~And even if my house falls down now, I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and
I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life.~

His behavior has changed gradually, and it will be difficult to notice it, even for his friends but he was sure the others will find out sooner or later. The fact he keeps getting home around midnight didn't help, but it didn't matter. Not in this moment at least.

All that mattered in this moment was the beautiful view he have of the sea, the sky, with its mixture of black and white and the strong arms that were holding him. Brad. He was with him and no matter if the world collapsed in the spot, everything will be all right.