Chapter Text
2a - Beautiful Morning With You
A stray sunbeam shines on Hitori's eyelid, which causes her to stir. She shifts underneath the covers and tries to rub the sleep out of her eyes but realizes that she is unable to move her left arm. An attempt with her right hand is successful, however. She squints to adjust her eyes to the bedroom walls and ceiling. They are painted yellow and white from the reflections of the soft morning light that found its way through small gaps in the curtain. Groggily, she turns to her left and is greeted by the source of her paralyzed arm; Kita latches tightly to her arm with a full on hug. Her sleeping face is serene, her lips quivering ever so slightly when she takes in small and quiet breaths. Her cheek presses against Hitori's arm, a bit of drool pooling at the side of her face and soaking in to Hitori's favorite bedtime sweater.
Hitori finds it amusing to be privy to Kita's… unrefined side, especially with the amount of effort she goes through on a daily basis to make herself the avatar of beauty. She is still pretty though, Hitori thinks to herself as she pushes Kita's bangs to the side to get a better view of her slumbering visage. After all, a notch below beautiful doesn't mean she immediately drops down to Hitori's level of horrific dourness. Speaking of… Hitori rubs her face, wiping the dried drool from the corner of her own mouth. If her arm isn't starting to lose all sensation, she might have spent all morning admiring Kita–the way her chest rises with each drawn breath, the rosiness of her cheeks. Hitori feels bad for even disturbing her.
"Kita, it's time to get up." Her cracked, dry throat only produces a raspy whisper, which did not appear to have an effect.
Hitori gives her a gentle nudge on her shoulder which appears to be more effective.
Kita stirs and mumbles something unintelligible but Hitori makes out "...five more…min..sss…" Her voice trails off as she apparently drifts back to sleep but not before releasing Hitori's arm.
Relieved and feeling the sensation of a thousand needles poking at her arm, Hitori sinks back into her pillow, into the warmth, into the morning hues reflected unto ceiling. She turns again and stares deeply into Kita's rosy face. Strands of red, like ribbons scatter across her face, hiding the brilliance that Kita exudes passively even when she sleeps; the brilliance of a morning sun, blinding with yellows and whites, that scatter into a thousand dazzling pieces. Long ago, said aura would have vaporized Hitori on the spot for even daring to gaze upon it for more than a few seconds, but she is now captive to it. Captive to the warmth of Kita's skin, the fragrance of her hair, the sweet melodies of her voice and the kindness of her soul.
Hitori's eyelids grow heavy with each passing moment she allows herself to bathe in Kita's warm aura. Slowly, she sinks ever deeper and with drowsy movements, she wraps her arm around her lover and holds her close. Soft lips press against Kita's head and Hitori falls back into slumber.
2b - Beautiful Morning With You, B-side
Something soft and fragrant brushes up against Kita's nose which was enough to rouse her from her stupor. Hitori’s sweater, she thought. The pink one that she likes to wear when she goes to bed. Specifically the one that Kita put through the washer yesterday. Still sleepy and feeling the weight of Hitori’s hug around her shoulder, she blinks several times to get the bright circles out of her eyes and adjust her vision.
Light spills through the gaps of the curtain and into the bedroom where it filters through Hitori’s stray pink strands, glittering, shining, dazzling. Kita smiles at Hitori, asleep and unknowing of the trick of the light that makes her look, as Kita would put it, amazingly cool. Out of this world. The best guitarist. And, as far as Kita is concerned, the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth.
She strokes Hitori’s hair and lifts her bangs to reveal more of the guitarist’s face. Fortunately, she isn’t awake to realize this for this is enough to cause Hitori to sublimate out of existence. Now is her chance. Kita’s heart pounds loudly in her chest, enough to make her breath shaky as she lifts her head. Slowly, and with the hope that her raucous heart will never betray her intentions, she presses her lips against Hitori’s forehead. A gentle kiss. A stolen kiss.
The morning air feels warmer and smells sweeter as Kita parts from Hitori’s forehead. An irresistible smile widens from burning ear to burning ear. She can’t help herself now, she thinks as she gazes at her beloved’s defenseless face.
She steals a kiss from Hitori’s cheek.
From the tip of Hitori’s nose.
From her lips.
Kita’s giddy face burns the brightest blush, enough to rival her own hair. She worries that the heat from her face is enough to stir Hitori but she continues to sleep soundly, much to her relief. Satisfied with her deeds and having made out with her prize, the kiss thief returns the favor and wraps her arms around Hitori’s waist.
She sighs and takes a deep breath when she buries her face on Hitori’s chest where the morning air feels the warmest and smells the sweetest–close to Hitori’s heart, her ultimate treasure that she stole long ago. Content, the kiss thief smiles to herself as she listens to the steady rhythm of her treasure, beating a lullaby that coaxes her back to sleep.